goodbye, goodbye, goodbye…you were bigger than the whole sky…you were more than just a short time…
we never even found out his birthday 💔
didn’t even give bro a chance to live 💔💔💔💔
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goodbye, goodbye, goodbye…you were bigger than the whole sky…you were more than just a short time…
we never even found out his birthday 💔
didn’t even give bro a chance to live 💔💔💔💔
ego death
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enjin's never been the type to stay past what’s convenient, and you're the first girl who makes him hesitate at the door. for once in his life, leaving doesn’t feel like the right move.
tags ⭐︎ frat!enjin, fem!reader, college au, he's lowkey an asshole but redeems himself, enemies (if you SQUINT) to situationship to lovers, some very suggestive parts, pretty light angst with a happy ending, he uses a lot of pet names, plus a lot of swearing, reader has a strong personality/sense of self, mentions of recreational drug use and drinking, the tiniest bit of violence, not beta read
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a/n ⭐︎ if you saw me post this fic earlier this morning and then proceed to take it back down…no you didn't. lets get you back to bed grandma. anywayssss, happy valentines day everyone! i saw someone post something a bit ago about enjin needing the frat!jo treatment…so here's my first work to branch out into the fandom hehe. i know it's a total 180 from what i usually write (and my first fic outside of the l&ds fandom), but i had so much fun making this!! i hope you enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it <33
The party’s already out of control.
Some kid launches himself off the beer pong table and completely eats shit. Enjin watches him crash; and August’s the only one cheering and hyping him up for making a fool of himself.
He looks over at Gris, sprawled next to him on the couch, still working on the same drink he’s had since the party started. They watch the house unravel in real time.
“Swear they’re gonna get the cops called,” Gris says.
Enjin shakes his head. “We’ve got an hour till we get busted.”
Someone’s yelling from the bathroom about a person passed out—possibly dead? Possibly needing narcan?
Gris gives him a look.
He exhales. “Okay. Forty-five minutes.”
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Take your time
Pairing: Enjin x Cleaner! Fem! Reader
Summary: After a dangerous mission leaves you badly injured, Enjin is there to take care of you.
a/n: One-shot based on this request.
As a medical assistant, I tried to make this as realistic as possible, but there are a couple of medical inaccuracies to make this one-shot work.
why am I seeing no fics with the song less by olivia rodrigo
✷ HARD TIMES ! - multiple blue lock boys.
IN WHICH the blue lock boys are having a hard time on holding their cum in once they’ve noticed you’re not on the pills and they’ve ran out of cndoms — treading closer and closer into cumming inside of you! but don’t worry — they can solve it.. I think.
featuring ─ I.Y, R.I, B.M, C.H x fem! reader
** warnings . fem! reader, all aged up characters, unprotected sex [don’t try this at home], not proofread. Isagi ; slight degradation, mentions of cum eating, his obsession w thighs ofc rin ; hair pulling, edging [both], slightly mean rin meguru ; consensual picture taking, cumming on various body parts [meguru], overstimulation [reader] hyoma ; thigh riding, edging [reader], slightly mean hyoma
** notes . this is a draft so it’s quite different to how I write now I think, plus my friend helped me write isagi’s part; but nonetheless, hope u guys like this as a filler while I continue another jjk fic .. my reqs are open, so feel free to req smth or just talk :) (as usual, reblogs very much appreciated !)
— ໒ ; be warned ! smut below the cut.
I TOUCH MYSELF JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU, YEAH
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
𝄞 word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
𝄞 credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read...
𝄞 A/N: piggybacking off this post. i took inspiration after arguing w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki! it was amazing!
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
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Can u write another luffy smut this time childhood friends with benefits if possible multiple creampies please rough doggy style and prone bone please and thank u
wanna learn about sex? | m. luffy
tw— multiple creampies, inexperienced luffy, getting caught masturbating, childhood friends having sex, doggy, prone bone, mating press, experienced f!y/n, modern au
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luffy’s never had a girlfriend a day in his life.
sure, there’s been girls that have been interested in him. he has all a girl wants—sun kissed skin, this baby face he hasn’t grown out of, pretty black hair, amazing personality, and he’s just.. so good looking overall. but…he doesn’t use those looks to his advantage.
you’ve known him since birth. all those 19 years spent together told you luffy wasn’t the guy who was deep into romance. what he really wanted to do was find beetles, travel the world, make new friends, and eat a lot of meat. quoted from him.
though…he’s a man. a human. with feelings.
“nnghh—aah—“ luffy hugged the pillow he was humping, face red and sweaty. it’s hot. mid summer nights are horrible, but all he could think about was how good this pillow feels on his cock.
his hips stuttered clumsily, the pace he’s set too fast. he’s a virgin, of course he wouldn’t know what to do. but oh, he’s just so horny. and it’s all your fault.
a few days ago, you went to the beach together to find fish for dadan to cook. ace and sabo went along, but you both trailed off and ended up goofing around more than actually finding fish.
and that white shirt you wore, borrowed from him, tank top with the right strap constantly sliding down your flushed shoulder soon turned damp. you didn’t notice, but luffy sure noticed a lot. the way the shirt clung to your tits—the faded color of your nipples through the shirt made something in his body snap.
through the years, he’s never really noticed the changes. he’s always seen you as his childhood friend that he met 19 years ago and that always spends time with him and his brothers. that’s about it. but now.. now everything’s flooding back. and his hormones just flew through the roof.
downstairs, ace and sabo watched a wrestling match on the old tv, yelling about the whole thing while dadan tried hard to actually have patience tonight. she usually did. until these 3 idiots popped up.
a knock at the door echoed through the small house and ace paused, going to pick it up. “oh! hey, sissy!” he grinned, slapping your back. “heya—ow..” you groaned. he knocked the lungs from your body. hell, maybe even your soul left too. “is lu here?” ace nodded. “yeah. he’s locked in his room though, probably napping.
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“luffy, i came to see you!” “oh—“ mid thrust, he paused. you froze. eyes flickered down. then back up. then down again. and then back up. “um…” luffy pulled the pillow over his crotch. though it was a little too late. you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you, eyes gazing at him a little curiously. “what were you thinking about?”
he made that face—lips forming into a straight line as his eyes looked to the side. “…nothing…” you sighed, shoulders dropping. “want me to help you?”
luffy’s face seemed to almost light up. “really? you will?” you took in his expression for a moment before shrugging. “you’re my best friend. we help each other out, right?”
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luffy’s never been so curious. even about sex. but it’s so cute seeing him all worked up like this. you leaned forward and kissed his cheek gently, his cock twitching in your hand. you straddled his lap and lined him up with your entrance. his hands shook on your waist, holding it hesitantly.
“we’ll take it slow, kay?” you wrapped your arms around him once you began to sink down. He’s so big. you whimpered just as he did, his grip on your waist tightening.
you paused in between, just to make sure not to overwhelm him too much. but oh.. oh, luffy was getting impatient. so, so impatient.
he knows it’s better to take it slow. but he’s been so horny for so long—just feeling you wrap around him so warmly like this gets his pulse spiking.
“y-y/n, hurry..” he groaned, hips jerking desperately. sinking down at the last bit, your ass pressed against his thighs. he let out a shaky exhale, and you raised your hips, bringing them down.
luffy looked entranced. he followed every move of your hips, every move of your waist, and every time his cock disappeared before reappearing, his base getting wetter and wetter.
sabo’s and ace’s loud voices died down in your heads, just the two of you focused on each other. luffy’s gaze snapped up to yours, and you leaned forward, kissing him.
though, he’s had enough of that slow pace.
“lu—“ you gasped when he pushed you down, his hands clumsily bringing your thighs up to your chest. “i’m sorry—can’t wait any longer..” he whined.
his hips, even if they were all messy and uncoordinated, moved quickly. “wa-wait—luffy!” you gasped, moans and mewls choked out and broken. he hid his face in your neck, hot breath feeling cool against your sweaty skin.
“f-feel so good inside you.. uughnn—aaah!” he grunted, thighs shaking. his balls slapped against the cleft of your ass over and over again with every thrust, the squelching and slapping noises getting louder and louder. eventually, luffy found his pace. he’s a quick learner. and it was never a good thing.
he pulled away from your neck and leaned down, licking your lips messily. you opened your mouth with a delighted little moan, his tongue immediately meeting yours. it was sloppy, so hot and messy, but it made your pussy drool around his cock even more than before.
“i’m gonna cum….” he whined against your mouth, hands tightening and loosening on the underside of your thighs. “aaaalll inside, luuu..”
he huffed out a little snicker, but the smile on his face died when he felt his balls tighten up. he moaned and pushed forward, emitting a whimper from you as he came inside. you bit your lips, a groan leaving his throat every time his cock pulsed and released cum into your womb.
his hands left your thighs and he pulled out, looking down at your cunt. his eyes zeroed on the way his cum slowly began to seep out of your hole, the pearly, cloudy seed sliding down your sensitive skin.
with a sigh, you sat up. but luffy’s arms wrapped around your waist and turned you to your tummy, pressing you face down on the bed. he’s still hard. “hey—ah!”
slamming back in, he giggled, cheek pressing against your own. “this is fun!” he beamed. though you were anything but whimsy. you knew damn well you’re leaving this house without legs.
he pulled his hips back and slammed them down, fucking your own hips into the bed. you dug your face into the mattress, eyes slightly rolling back as moan after moan left your sore throat at this point.
luffy pushed down on your hips, getting the hang of everything real easy. “i reach in lots deeper like this..” he licked your shoulder, biting down on it as his hips accelerated just a bit more. his thrusts were shallow but quicker, breaths ragged and hot.
he paused before hoisting your hips up, your back arched. “uughh—w-wait—i need—“ your got cut off by luffy slamming home, his tip pressing against your cervix. you gasped sharply, your head shooting up. “a-aaahnnn!” “oh—like that?” he pulled his hips back and slammed them the same way, your fingers digging into the sheets. “wow.. you’re really reactive.”
your eyes turned glossy, looking lost and your brows knitted. luffy’s too good! he’s not only learned how to fuck properly…but his dick is just huge! “slo—slow down—ppllleeeaseee!” you whined, a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine and straight to your head every time he slammed into your cervix.
“lu-luffy—uuughhn—“ you choked out, eyes rolling back. your walls clamped down on his cock tightly, hips and thighs shaking violently. he let out a whine and pushed forward, cock pulsing as he released again. “y-you’re so right… so good..” he panted, wheezing.
you hiccuped a few times, the soft hiss of your squirt loud in your ears as it spilled down on his bed. luffy pulled out lazily and hummed, spreading your lips as he watched his cum leave your pussy with a look of satisfaction.
“can we do this again?” he looked over your butt and you looked over your shoulder. “no!” “tomorrow??? please?!” “…fine..”
CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH
The day Luffy rejected you on Valentine’s Day was the day you thought you could move on. But since then he began noticing you everywhere, seeing you in ways he didn’t before.
༯ ℒuffy x reader / highschool au / fem reader / humor / hurt and comfort / first kiss / sfw / oblivious / luffy being a fat ass /6.2k wc / one shot
A/N: it was actually so fun writing this idk why!! I have a soft spot for Luffy. Another song I wanted for the title was “Banana shake”, but instead I only referenced it. It’s a cute song though!
Afternoon light spilled through the tall windows in long golden strips, catching the floating particles in the air and making everything look softer than it felt. Outside, you could hear distant laughter, people exchanging chocolates, confessions.
Inside, it was just you and Luffy in a classroom.
He was sitting on top of one of the desks instead of in it, legs dangling, heel knocking idly against the wood. His hands were planted behind him for some balance, head tilting ever so slightly to the side.
What was once a fun crush turned into an overly long school year for you.
Luffy blinked at you, curious but not concerned. You realized he probably thought you were about to say something casual.
But maybe the distinctness of the red roses in each room gave him a fair guess.
Your throat felt tight, opening your mouth with a ghostly smile. “I like you, Luffy.”
For a second, he didn’t react.
He looked at you the same way he always has, which wasn’t complicated. The boy probably barely even knew you besides your name. Then his gaze drifted, your face, the envelope. You’re shaking hands. The box tucked awkwardly against your chest.
You could almost see the thought process, or rather his lack of one.
He tilted his head slightly, confusion, like he was trying to figure out if you meant it the way he thought you did. “Oh.”
That was it.
You waited. Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You tried to straighten your posture, tried to stop your fingers from trembling so obviously.
He scratched the back of his head.
“Sorry,” he said easily, “Not interested.”
Ah.
You’d prepared for this outcome, hadn’t you? You told yourself that if you just said it out loud, if you just ripped the bandage off, you could finally stop watching him from across rooms. Stop waiting for him to glance back.
You liked this outcome out of everything, no awkwardness, no doubt to make this any more harder. You nodded before your brain caught up.
It would hurt, but it would end.
Your lips trembled, and you forced them upward. If you smiled, your body might follow. “Yeah,” you managed. “That’s okay.”
His eyes dropped to the box in your hands.
“Oh! Is that chocolate for me?”
There it was, that brightness. That immediate spark of interest that made him oddly alluring. You froze when he asked.
He slid off the desk in one smooth motion and stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. Close enough that for half a second your heart betrayed you and jumped with hope.
He reached out and took the box.
And with your heart still processing a reasonable pace that wouldn’t kill you, you didn’t protest.
“Thanks for the food!” he grinned, giving you a quick, playful bow that felt rehearsed from a hundred other harmless exchanges before leaving.
Food. That’s what this was to him.
Just chocolate.
Your smile dropped the second you were alone. You stared at the closed door, blinking hard, as if that might push everything back into place.
Did he seriously take the chocolates?
A small, almost hysterical laugh bubbled up in your chest and died there. Of course he did. That’s who he is, that’s the exact person you liked and he showed it right in your face.
You pressed your fingers to your lips and winced at the sting from where you’d bitten them too much. “Shit, I need some chapstick.”
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Luffy dragged the hem of his shirt up to his face, wiping sweat from his forehead before letting out a long, miserable groan. “So.. so hot..” he whined.
The heat clung to him like glue. His sandals slapped lazily against the pavement as he wandered through the crowded rows of vendors without any real destination in mind
Ace had suggested the new market a few days ago. He’s known it as Remate, though most people in the area called it the swap meet. The second he mentioned it, everyone wanted in. It’s the kind of place they’d spend an entire afternoon.
At some point, Luffy had completely lost track of everyone else.
Not that he minded much. Someone would find him eventually or he’d find them. Any works.
He turned another corner before abruptly stopping in front of a faded poster taped crookedly against a tent. It could’ve been consider a dirty one, something that Sanji would hang on his wall.
A woman stared back at him through peeling paper edges, lips slightly parted while holding a tube of lipstick near her mouth. The shade was pinkish red, a bit of glitter with the sun.
Luffy blinked.
And somehow, immediately, he thought of you.
You didn’t even wear lipstick, but it’s not like he knew enough to understand the difference between gloss and stick. Or even enough for him to remember the brands or shades or anything complicated like that.
But he remembered seeing the tubes left behind on your desk during sixth period. Usually Tuesdays. Maybe Wednesdays too.
His brows furrowed faintly.
It had been over a month since your confession, yet you kept appearing in his head at random moments like this. He didn’t even fully understand why. It wasn’t like he spent every second thinking about you.
..But lately, things kept reminding him of you before he could stop it.
He thought of what you’d like in that shade, or rather if you’d even wear it. Your mouth slightly parted, wiping the edge of your lip.
Luffy didn’t know why that interested him.
“Since when were you interested in lipstick?” Nami sneered, shoving yet another shopping bag into the growing pile already hanging from everyone’s arms. “The shade’s cute though.”
Zoro nearly buckled under the weight of everything. “How much more crap are you gonna buy?”
It was left on empty ears.
Luffy stiffened at the correct accusation, or rather how he was caught.
“..Me? I’m not interested in lipstick.” His answer came out too fast. He scratched the back of his neck, the guilty look spreading made it even worse
Sanji let out a strangled, envious cough from behind. “He’s probably interested since Boa has been following around our third period.” He shot a jealous glare, dragging out another smoke. “Some guys get all the luck.”
Usopp snorted, his hands occupied by what looked like two plastic cups. “What’d you expect? He’s an idiot.”
“It’s not like that!” Luffy protested immediately, tugging the collar of his shirt away from his neck. “She buys me food.”
It was way too hot. Or maybe that was just him.
In the end, the offense lasted all of maybe two seconds before his eyes drifted toward the shaved ice in Usopp’s hands.
He coughed. “So who’s that for?”
Usopp grinned, his face proud like he planned for this moment. “Take it already.”
Luffy brightened instantly. “Seriously?!” The cup was in his hands before Usopp could even finish nodding.
Luffy dug straight into the bright red edge of the rainbow ice, inhaling it. The cold hit his tongue and spread through his body immediately, cooling him down enough that his shoulders finally relaxed.
“Mmf.. thank you!” he mumbled through a mouthful of ice.
Zoro had a concerned look on his face. “You’re gonna get a brain freeze.”
“Alright,” Nami announced, adjusting the single bag in her hand. “Let’s get moving.”
“Right away, Nami-swaaan!” Sanji chirped, nearly sparkling despite the ridiculous amount of bags he was carrying. He immediately pointed at Zoro. “Don’t you dare drop any of them, mosshead.”
“Not all of us want to carry bags.” He growled.
“You’re right.” He suddenly agreed, catching the other off guard for just a second till it made sense “Should’ve known you were too weak to hold a few bags then. Pass them to me.”
“Excuse me?”
The argument started instantly.
Neither of them slowed down as they shoved shoulders through the crowded street. Bickering between every market, but too occupied to really fight.
No one paid attention.
Usopp scooped another bite of shaved ice into his mouth. “What’s the hurry anyway?”
“Yea,” Luffy agreed absently around another spoonful. “There’sh shtill more shtufff..”
Nami rolled her eyes, the sound of him taking with a mouth full got to her. “I’m meeting a friend after this. Her name is..”
She says your name.
Luffy’s mind went completely blank, every thought in his head had slammed into a wall all at once. His eyes widened before he could stop them, heartbeat stumbling so suddenly it genuinely startled him.
You?
Before he could even process the thought properly, the melted ice slid went the wrong way.
Luffy choked.
The spoon clattered onto the pavement as he doubled over coughing, shaved ice going down the wrong way so badly his eyes instantly watered. His hat nearly slid off his head as he dropped to his hands and knees.
“Holy shit!” Usopp yelped. “Luffy’s dying—“
“He is not dying,” Zoro said flatly.
“Luffy?!” Nami crouched slightly, startled by the sudden fall. “Are you okay?!”
Luffy coughed again, face burning red as he tried, and failed— to breathe normally. Why did hearing your name do that to him? His chest felt weird. His stomach felt weird. Everything felt so weird.
And the worst part was he didn’t even know why.
It took nearly a full minute before he could stand again, still wheezing slightly while Sanji smacked his back hard enough to nearly send him forward again.
“You eat food like an animal,” Sanji muttered, the plastic clear bags wrinkling down his arm.
Luffy barely heard him, your name still bouncing around inside his head. It caught him completely off guard.
The others exchanged looks before collectively deciding it was just an accident, continuing to move through the place with a pouty Luffy. None of them thought anything of it.
In that moment, lungs burning, he decided he was gonna figure out what it meant.
—
Luffy tried handling it himself first, for a few pretty good reasons.
Mostly because the last thing he wanted was Usopp yelling “LUFFY HAS A CRUSH!” across the hallway, not intentionally but wouldn’t be surprising. Or Sanji giving advice that would probably work for Boa, not you.
So he kept it quiet.
At school, it started with small excuses.
He’d suddenly remember he had a friend to talk to near your classroom. He’d take slightly different routes between periods if he knew you walked that way, lingering slightly behind. If he spotted you in the courtyard, he’d watch over naturally.
And every single time, he’d act weirdly normal. Which for Luffy meant trying way too hard to seem casual.
At some point, he was going to talk.
“You got chips?” was the first thing he asked one afternoon, dropping into the seat across from you without invitation.
You stared, completely baffled by the interaction. You looked around once, then twice, and realized he really was talking to you. For one, you still havn’t recovered from the rejection.
Your gaze flickered between the bag and him, you were extremely confused. “Hello to you too.”
“Oh, right.” He grinned. “Hi.”
Then immediately pointed at your food again. “Can I have one?”
There was something disarming about how straightforward he was. There wasn’t any build up, he truly just came up to you without a thought in mind. Which somehow made you more nervous instead.
You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, you should say no. Should’ve.
But you didn’t.
And since you accepted one gesture, it became a pattern.
He’d appear out of nowhere, say something random, hang around for a bit, then leave once it became clear class was starting in seconds.
Sometimes he’d ask bizarre questions just to keep conversations going, mainly because his thought process came from what he believed in the moment.
“You think you could beat a raccoon in a fight?”
You hissed under your breath, bringing the book down from your face. “No.”
“What? Why?” He asked with such a genuine tone it made others hate how honest he could be, including you.
And because it was Luffy, it somehow came off natural instead of crush like. You didn’t question how he oddly wanted to know a lot about you, mainly because you didn’t want to believe it as anything more than acquaintances.
But there were moments where his nervousness slipped through. Like when you unexpectedly smiled at him in the hallway first one morning, finally getting used to the interaction enough to reciprocate his smile.
He froze mid step, actually froze.
Then pointed at himself like there was no way you meant him. “You’re saying hi to me?”
You laughed, a bit hesitant yourself like you overthought what you guys had. “Who else?”
Luffy didn’t doubt you, not even a little bit. But he still turned to check if anyone was potentially behind him that you might know. “Oh.”
You smiled again, smaller this time. “Hi, Luffy.”
And for some reason hearing his name from you did something strange to him.
You didn’t notice the faint warmth rising on his ears afterward, too busy adjusting your bag while continuing down the hallway beside him. But Luffy noticed. Mostly because suddenly he could hear his own heartbeat for some reason.
It’s fine, he could survive that.
Or when he sat beside you during free period and became weirdly aware of how close your shoulder was to his. Suddenly he couldn’t focus on anything. He tapped his pencil against the desk too fast, glanced everywhere except directly at you, then blurted..
“You smell nice.”
Silence. You stopped writing on the paper, looking up at him with a shocked expression.
Luffy still hasn’t registered what that even did to you. “Was that weird?”
“It sounded weird.” You replied.
“Yeah,” he admitted honestly, face warm now, dipping his face into his hands. “Okay.”
Your laugh escaped before you could stop it, bright enough to make him groan dramatically in embarrassment.
“Don’t laugh!”
“You said it so seriously!”
“I was serious!”
Still flustered, he shoved your shoulder lightly in retaliation without thinking. Unfortunately, Luffy’s version of lightly was still stronger than most people expected.
Your chair tipped dangerously sideways, you yelped in instinct.
His hand shot out instantly, grabbing your arm before you could actually fall. “Sorry! Sorry, I forgot!”
And for a second he just stared, heaving a bit like he was the one who almost fell off a chair.
Then you started laughing again.
And despite the embarrassment still burning across his face, Luffy found himself laughing too. Because somewhere along the way, without realizing it, that weird restless excitement feeling began happening with you.
—
“You remember Luffy?” You suddenly asked, throwing your bag over your arm with a huff at the parking lot.
“As in the guy who rejected you in Valentine’s Day?”
You frowned, the bluntness of it did not come in softly. “..Yea. He’s been greeting me everyday before class.”
Well, that happened a two months ago.
You left out the part where it had somehow turned into brief conversations, never more than a couple of minutes. Or even how you began saying hi back.
“Huh?” She blinked, the silence slowly turning into her laughter. “So he’s your friend now then.”
“Don’t know.” You said a bit too quickly, the uncertainty in your tone was undeniably there. He wasn’t a bad guy, not at all. But that part of you still questioned his intention. “It’s weird, but it’s not like he’s doing anything bad.”
“Maybe not,” she said, tilting her head. “But it’s too weird. He rejected you, and now he’s just.. acting normal? And he even took the food you bought him after that? That’s messed up.”
Your jaw tightened slightly, the reminder didn’t really help.
“It wasn’t like that,” you argued, eyes drifting anywhere but her. “I don’t think he meant anything by it. Or maybe he just.. didn’t think? I don’t know. I don’t want to over do it.”
“Me personally I’d tell him to fuck off.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” she reasoned, “if someone rejects you, they should give you space. That’s just normal.”
You nodded, well you had to. It made sense. It should make sense.
But then you thought about him again, how he looked at you the in the hallway. Or how he brushed your arm without a single thought. And how confusing it was that you didn’t want him to stop.
“As my final advice,” she said more quietly, “don’t keep doing it if it hurts you.”
That was the part that finally made you stop pretending you didn’t know what this was. Your gaze lowered to the pavement, fingers tightening slightly around your bag strap.
It did hurt.
But not in a way you wanted to walk away from. Because somehow, his kindness felt worse to lose than the rejection ever did.
But you’ll try. Try and put some distance.
—
Luffy chewed on the stick of a finished popsicle, an arm slumped on the arm of the bench. It was hot, unbearably hot that day. It starts to settle that it’s gonna be like this for a long time.
Beside him, Zoro exhaled through his nose, arm draped over the back of the bench “I’m gonna..” He breathed, a hand running down his face. “Find our way back.”
“No ya’ ain’t.” Luffy replied instantly, the heat took his patience with him.
“Hey!” His friend growled, lifting his head in order to properly glare. But even that was a bit too tedious for him so he laid it back down. “Yea you’re right. Let’s hope Nami finds us.”
Suddenly he heard a distinct sound that reminded him of you, a laugh. With how quickly he turned his head you could assumed he snapped his neck.
Zoro noticed immediately, a burst of energy he definitely didn’t have seconds before that.
“Oh,” he muttered, following Luffy’s line of sight, letting out an amused huff that could be mistaken as a laugh when he saw you.
Down the street, you were walking with a friend, a small plastic bag swinging lightly at your side. You were still smiling at something she said.
Luffy instantly felt his face light up, heart beating that didn’t feel quite like adrenaline. He didn’t why he was so happy to see you, see you laugh, all that boredom he had was replaced with something else.
He noticed you long before you did, only turning your head when he yelled your name.
You winced, giving a slow agonizing look to your friend.
The one you told that you weren’t going to be friends with Luffy anymore.
Yeah right.
The bag in your right hand rattled in crinkles, trinkets and cloths inside. Luffy didn’t particularly care about it, just taking a curious glance down as he stepped up to you.
“Hey!” He grinned, getting scarily close. “Didn’t expect to see you outside of school.”
“Yea..” you replied carefully, still adjusting to his sudden appearance.
Zoro strolled up behind him more slowly, hands in his pockets. He was definitely eyeing you, it was embarrassingly intrusive. “You’re scaring her, idiot.”
“I am not,” Luffy shot back instantly, without even looking. Then, turning to you like that settled it. “Right? I’m not scary.”
There was no real intimidation in it, just Luffy being Luffy. But it was oddly persistent.
“I..” you started, then stopped when he leaned in slightly, waiting like your answer was the most important thing in the world.
“Uh, yeah, I know him,” you said, mostly to end the staring contest forming between the three of you.
Luffy’s face lit up immediately, a hint of confidence in his face. “See?! I told you!”
Zoro sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “No one said you didn’t.”
Luffy ignored him completely, his attention heading right back to you. “Do you know where the mall is? We got lost.”
“Lost?” You repeated, letting out a short laugh.
“Just tell us the way, it’s already as embarrassing as it is.” Zoro sighed.
“Alright.” You nodded with a chuckle. “It’s just right around the corner—“
“—But.” Your friend added in, suddenly super smiley. “We’re actually heading the same way, so if you want we can walk together.”
That was an easy yes from them, and unsure ‘ok..’ From you.
The walk to the mall ended up way louder than expected, well first you didn’t expect to actually join their entire group.
Mostly because Usopp spotted Luffy from across the street and immediately started yelling about how they “managed to find them,” while Sanji complained none of them texted him where they disappeared to. Nami looked one second away from hitting all of them with her bag.
That was their concern until they saw you and Luffy shoulder to Shoulder.
Nami called your name first, giving you a quick hug before pulling back. “I’m glad you’re coming with us,” she added with a bright, suspicious smile. “And your friend.”
Her tone was welcoming, but there was already that subtle assessing look she gave.
She hooked a finger around one of the bags she was carrying and gave it a light swing. “Ignore my friends.”
“Not me though right?” Usopp grinned, tilting his head into the conversation.
“Especially you.”
“Hey, you liar!”
The moment barely had time to settle before Sanji came in.
“Ohhh a beloved angel has arrived!” Sanji practically appeared out of nowhere and took your hand delicately. “I am at your service,” he declared.
You froze for a second, caught off guard by the sudden intensity. “Thank you?” you managed.
Of course, Luffy from behind was a bit hurt, jealous is a better word. He was trying to decide which part he didn’t like up until the group moved on. The following moments became more natural, it was weird to see how you clicked with them so easily.
But a separate thought was how attached Luffy was.
Not obvious enough for anyone else to call it out directly, but enough that you to notice it. Every time the walkways got crowded, his hand would lightly touch your back to guide you through people. If someone accidentally bumped into you, he’d immediately glance over. Even inside stores, he kept drifting back toward wherever you were like he forgot the others existed.
Nami didn’t even get a chance to finish handing out the shopping bags properly before the situation immediately spiraled.
“Here— Luffy, hold these,” she said, already shoving a couple of heavy bags into his arms.
Luffy caught them, stared at them for half a second and immediately reconsidering all his choices that brought him here. “Why me…” he muttered.
“Because you’re strong,” Nami replied sweetly, which somehow made it sound more threatening than anything else.
Usopp took a glance. “How do you even have the money for this?”
“I’m shopping for Vivi too of course.”
Luffy only grumbled, shifting the weight awkwardly, already bored in one position
That was when your voice cut in.
“Ah,” you said, slowing just a bit, grin forming like a thought had struck. “Anyone wanna get boba with me?”
Silence lasted exactly one second.
“I will!” Luffy’s response was instant, raising his hand. Even faster than the words came out, he dumped every single bag straight into Zoro’s arms.
Zoro, who absolutely did not have time to react, lurched forward under the sudden weight.
“The hell?” His knees dipped before he caught himself, glaring down at the pile of responsibility now in his hands. He slowly looked up, following Luffy’s trajectory.
Luffy was already gone, the world had narrowed down to one objective and one objective only.
Zoro exhaled through his nose, ending up saying nothing instead.
Meanwhile, the moment you and Luffy drifted ahead, the group naturally slowed without even realizing it. Then came the instant huddle together at the corner of a shoe store.
It started subtle, Usopp leaning in first like it was a secret briefing.
“Operation: Luffy totally likes her,” he whispered, dead serious about himself.
Nami pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a deep sigh. “We are not naming it that.”
Sanji, however, was already too invested since the start of the hangout to question it. “Of course he likes her,” he said. “Have you seen the way he looks at her? He was jealous when I held her hand. It’s romantic. It’s—”
“Focus,” Nami cut in, and Sanji instantly stoped talking, getting gushy already. “I can’t believe my friends like each other and I never knew.”
Usopp pressed on anyway. “How long has this been happening? He’s never mentioned her before this!”
Your friend, walking slightly behind them, answered without hesitation. “Four months I think?” She let out a disappointed sigh. “She didn’t even tell me they that so close..”
That alone made Usopp choke. “Four months?!”
“But didn’t he reject her on Valentine’s Day?” Zoro murmured. “So less than that.”
“Oh, right.” She thought about it again, calculating every time she noticed a change in you. Luckily for them, she paid attention. “so maybe three months? Let’s go with two and a half”
He nodded. “That’s pretty accurate.”
Nami put a hand out. “Pause! How do you know about this? You’re as dull as a rock.”
“I’m his best friend,” He scoffed, rolling his eyes like it was obvious. “I know everything.”
“Thanks for telling us when you found out Zoro.” Usopp said sarcastically
This time it was Sanji who let out a strangled cry.
Sanji clutched his chest as if he witnessed it. “Who rejects a girl on Valentine’s Day and then turns around and falls in love later?!”
“Luffy.” Everyone said.
“So it’s mutual,” Usopp concluded, bringing a hand to his chin. “But knowing my friend, he probably doesn’t even register it. Does your friend know he likes her?”
“Nope. She’s just as oblivious.”
Nami let out an agonizing, slow groan. “This just hurts to watch at this point.”
Just as the conversation started settling into collective resignation, you guys appeared again, shoulder to shoulder.
Waking like nothing in the world had changed. Except Luffy was already leaning in way too close to your drink, that was natural.
“But yours tastes way better..” he complained, practically hanging off your arm just to get another sip.
“Yeah, I told you that fatass!” you shot back, trying to angle the cup away from him. “Your greed sickens me.”
“Just one sip,” he insisted, completely undeterred.
Behind you, the entire group froze in synchronized disbelief. No one had the guts to say it, but it was hard watching.
The worst part was how sincere he looked about it, he wasn’t even in denial or even a tiny bit embarrassed by the way he acted around you.
You tried ignoring how warm your face felt after that.
The day dragged into evening fast. Stores started closing one by one, lights dimming outside while everyone slowly split off.
Usopp left first. Then your friend got picked up. Sanji insisted on walking home with Nami but got quickly turned down, leaving only you, Zoro, Sanji. and Luffy standing near the entrance.
Zoro stretched. “I’m heading home.”
Luffy blinked. “You sure you know the way?”
“Shut up.” Zoro scowled. “Of course I do, it’s my house.”
“I’ll take this idiot home.” Sanji grumbled, remembering his home is oddly close to his. The car keys rattled in his hand. “You’re driving Marimo.”
He eyed the keys, a smirk on his face. “Deal.”
And then suddenly it was just you and him left.
“You need me to walk you home?” he asked, a single bag in hand and a straw in his mouth, it was weird seeing him make gentleman like remarks like that.
It was too uncharacteristic for him.
You hesitated, checking the time with your phone before looking up again. “Actually, do you wanna stop by your place first?”
His eyes widened slightly, a flickering of thoughts running through his head. “Huh?”
“You mentioned earlier Ace was making food.” You went one time before, so it was easier saying it again. “I miss his rice.”
“…OH.”
That immediately sold him.
By the time you reached his house, the heat outside had settled into a warm summer evening. You slipped your shoes off at the door while Luffy loudly announced he was home. He mentioned having two siblings, both seniors at your school. Usually only Ace was home.
No answer besides the shower turning on.
“Guess Ace is upstairs.” He shrugged casually before walking into the kitchen.
You followed behind him, setting your bag down near the counter. The room smelled faintly like leftover spices and something fried earlier.
Luffy opened the fridge. Closed it. Opened it again like the answer changed, “Want anything to drink?”
You eyed the fridge on its side, a little bit hesitant despite the fact you’ve been here before. “Just water.”
He grinned before suddenly tossing you a plastic bottle that was definitely not water. You barely caught it with two fingers, holding onto it against your chest with a yelp.
“Seriously, Luffy.” You bit out, taking a deep breath. You took a good look at it this time, it had pink and yellow wrapping, it was a Banana shake. “This is a kids drink.” You laughed.
“So? It’s better than water, right?”
You stared at him for another second before the seriousness cracked entirely. A laugh slipped out of you first, and Luffy joined immediately after, loud and unrestrained like always.
You popped it open, taking a few sips with a simple hum. It was good, and you tried not letting him know it.
But it got silent in the kitchen, the only thing audible was the shower water going off. He stood there awkwardly, hand still on the counter edge. It was honestly the quietest you’d ever seen him.
“You know,” he started, hand on the back of his head. “I thought you were mad at me.”
You almost dropped the drink, settling it on the counter. “What?”
“Well you’ve been avoiding me a bit at school. I rarely see you in the hallways anymore, so I thought I did something.” He admitted, seemingly avoiding your gaze till he finally looked up with the most beautiful smile you’ve seen. “I’m glad I was wrong.”
Except he wasn’t.
You were avoiding him, or trying your best to do so. You still liked him, but you didn’t expect it to go this far at all. You’re too comfortable with him, and you respect the friendship more than anything.
You stared at him for a second too long, making him panic slightly. “Was I wrong?”
“I was avoiding you.” You admitted, it caught his attention. “But I wasn’t mad, I was just.. nevermind. Are you my friend because you felt bad for rejecting me?”
Luffy’s face twisted immediately. “Felt bad?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged, trying to sound less affected than you actually were. “I mean, I don’t get it. You rejected me and now you’re trying to make up for it by hanging around me all the time. Was that it?”
“No..” it came out hesitant at first, the second one came faster. “No! I’m not doing that.”
You looked up at him properly for the first time since the conversation started, heart thumping. “Then what are you doing?”
Luffy opened his mouth, but nothing came out at first.
His brows furrowed hard like he was actively trying to untangle something in his own head. One hand rubbed the back of his neck while the other flexed uselessly at his side.
“I just,” He stopped. “I wanna be around you.”
Your heartbeat stumbled, not in a good way. You felt dissatisfied with the answer, or maybe you were actually disappointed. “That doesn’t answer the question.”
“I know, hold on.” He looked genuinely frustrated now, not at you, at himself.
“I didn’t get it before, okay?” he blurted suddenly. “When you confessed the first time, I didn’t think about stuff like that a lot. But then after, I started noticing you more” He grimaced. “Like a lot.”
You stayed quiet.
“And then every time you laughed with somebody else I got annoyed for no reason.” He frowned harder. “And I kept wanting to talk to you first whenever something happened.”
Luffy looked down briefly before speaking again, quieter this time. “I’m pretty sure that I like you,” He swallowed once.
When the silence lingered, he started getting hesitant.
“I mean, unless that’s bad? Is that bad? Cause Zoro kept looking at me weird all day and I think everyone already noticed and—”
You stepped forward before he could keep rambling.
Then kissed him quickly, short enough to leave him frozen. When you pulled away, Luffy looked completely stunned.
“God, I hate you sometimes.” You breathed, feeling your heartbeat race. “I thought you wouldn’t—“
This time it was you who got cut off.
He entangled his hands into yours, leaning in until he was right in front of your face. You stepped back as far as you could until your back was against the counter top. Then suddenly he gives you a long kiss against the side of your lips, it was awkward and a little wet, but you chuckle anyways.
When Luffy finally pulled back, you could see the flush on his face, the dimple on his cheek when he giggles. “I like you—“ kiss. “a lot.” kiss. “So you have to date me.”
You could barely contain your own laugh. “Yes, will. Now get off my face, I can’t see.”
For a second, it was silent.
“Was it really that easy?” He huffed, a little bit mad at himself for how unsatisfying that was. “I really thought I was gonna die.”
“You’e still an ass.” You reminded him, head leaning back. “I literally asked you out on Valentine’s Day. How quickly do you think I lose feelings?”
“That doesn’t count!” He defended instantly.
“You are unbelievable.”
“But you still like me.” He grinned again, way too confident for someone who almost gave out on standing a second ago.
Unfortunately, he was very right. “Maybe a little bit.”
“A little?” Luffy repeated dramatically, leaning closer again. “After all that kissing?”
When the needy, mushy, ushy feelings began to die down, his forehead pressed against yours. He didn’t want to pull away yet, or even at all. You felt nervous from the way he looked at you, a desire that wasn’t familiar.
Luffy’s hands slowly settled at the bottom of your shirt, hesitating until you nodded. Then instantly, his fingers went until he felt the coldness of your skin.
He didn’t have anything dirty in mind, he just truly thought he wasn’t close enough.
You flinched for a second, then slowly eased into the feeling. Your hands settled at the side of his face, fingers curled into his soft hair.
When you guys leaned in again, you curiously pressed against his lips to try it. You wondered if he kissed anyone before, or if he was just following you. Because honestly you had no idea what you were doing.
The second time was a lot more satisfying, your lips parted briefly, whispering his name before you surged up again. He kissed you just as deeply, he licked into you slowly before drawing back.
“Was s’that alright?” He breathed.
You nodded quickly. “It was new.”
He slowly leaned in, “Good.” You kissed him with more confidence, chasing after each breath of air, the mixture of Banana Shake and Taro boba lingering in your mouth.
It was gross, pretty gross if you thought about it. But you didn’t, the only thing audible in your mind was how hot and tingly you felt, or the way you could feel his smile.
Suddenly you heard footsteps against the floor. It put you out of the daze, pushing him back despite his whine.
Both of you snapped your heads toward the entrance.
“Hey, Luffy!” His brother yelled, grinning ear to ear. “Who’s the friend—“
Oh.
Ace stood in the doorway with a towel draped over his shoulder, still damp from the shower, blinking slowly like his brain was trying, and failing— to make sense of what he was seeing.
You and Luffy were still too close.
Not just standing near each other close. Hands still loosely tangled in his hair, his body half angled toward you. Hell— his hands were still on your waist.
The silence stretched.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” he murmured, letting out a groan that was familiar to exhausted disbelief.
Your whole body went rigid realizing this was barely your second time meeting Luffy’s brother. You pulled your hands back from Luffy quickly, like you could physically undo what had just been happening by pretending it wasn’t real.
“I..uh..” Your voice cracked immediately. You cleared your throat, looking anywhere except at Ace. The counter. The floor. The ceiling. The Banana Shake bottle that was on the counter. Anywhere that wasn’t him.
Luffy, on the other hand, barely changed at all. He just blinked at Ace like he’d finally registered him. “Oh,” Luffy said. “Hey, Ace.”
Ace stared at him, then at you, then back at Luffy. His expression twisted slowly into something between disgust and resignation.
“I leave you alone for like ten minutes,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face, “and I come back to this.”
You made a small sound of protest, half mortified, half defensive. “I mean, it just—”
“Don’t,” Ace cut in immediately, holding up a hand. “I don’t need details. I really don’t, I pinky promise with a cherry on top.” He used his fingers to ‘zip’ his mouth.
Luffy, completely unfazed, gave a small shrug like he didn’t see what the issue was at all. “She said yes,” he added simply.
Ace slowly turned his head toward him. “To what?”
Luffy smiled. “Dating me.”
Ace closed his eyes for a second like he was considering walking back out of the kitchen and pretending none of this existed. His towel slipped slightly in his hand as he exhaled through his nose.
“Well,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “guess that explains why you’ve been acting weird for like months.”
Luffy tilted his head. “I was acting weird?”
“Yes,” both you and Ace answered instantly.
Ace shook his head, still recovering mentally from the scene he’d walked into. “You two are disgusting, by the way.”
You groaned quietly in humiliation, even worst when your support was on lala land. “Luffy, I swear to god, stop smiling.”
“What? I’m happy.”
“But,” Ace added after a second, pointing lazily at you both, “I’m happy for you idiots, even if you made out in the kitchen.”
You buried it partially behind your hands, shoulders hunched in pure embarrassment, wishing you didn’t start this in his house of all places. “Can we please not talk about it like that? I appreciate the support.”
“Exactly.” Your boyfriend crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse with—“
“—I’m not talking about it at all!” he yelled over Luffy. “Actually, what are talking about? My delicious food? Good, let’s go eat.”
…
“Sounds good.” Luffy gave a thumbs up, taking your hand to grab a plate like nothing happened at all. For a second you wondered if you had to get used to this.
In the next second, you regretted nothing at all.
✶⋆.˚꩜ it's not what it looks like, i swear!˙⋆✶ w/ the wind breaker boys
✿ featuring: haruka sakura, ren kaji, hajime umemiya, hayato suo, jo togame, toma hiragi (first time writing for hiragi! yipeee) ✿ contains: suggestive dialogues, crack, mutual pining, some established relationship, a lil bit of fluff ✿ a/n: heads up, please do not read this while drinking coffee because you’ll probably end up like sakura in the banner ( ≧ᗜ≦) ✿ wc: 2.4k
— what happens when perfectly innocent scenarios with them turn suggestive once they are taken out of context? well, you're about to find out one way or another.
ʚɞ kaji -
how did you two end up in this position?
kaji was sprawled on top of you, his hands braced on either side of your head with his knees straddling your legs. his face was so close that you could feel his breath against your skin, your cheeks burning pink as his eyes locked with yours.
I miss windbreaker
husband!sukuna : attachment issues
click.
after some rummaging and random swinging of the arm in the darkness, you finally switch on the lamp.
cracking your eyes open, you almost make out the time.
2:04 am.
you proceed to curse your own bladder for giving up on you post the birth of your son, baby!yuji. shoving the heavy arm off of you, you give it a light tap as if to assure it that you’ll be back.
a gesture mostly engraved into your autonomic nervous system.
you walk, half-asleep to the bathroom.
clicking it’s light on, you blink rapidly, and then failing to adjust to the assault of such brightness you squeeze your eyes shut and trudge on, purely on instinct.
you sit down, ready to relieve yourself, when the door you’d forgotten to shut close behind you, creaks open.
“mamamamama” baby yuji babbles on, rubbing his eyes with his little fists.
this had become routine for the two of you.
“mama what doin?” he questions,
“oh baby, mama’s just peeing” you rub your face, unfazed.
and then as if the party was just getting started, a much larger presence also appears, right behind your son.
Synopsis ❧ Sukuna only listens to his wife
The training gym smelled of old leather, dried sweat, and the sharp tang of liniment. In the center ring, Ryomen Sukuna was a storm of violence. His movements were blurringly fast, heavy bags groaning under the impact of his shins and fists.
His coach, Uraume, stood by with a stopwatch, looking increasingly stressed. A group of seasoned sparring partners hovered near the ropes, none of them brave enough to step inside. Sukuna was in one of his moods a jagged, restless energy that made him impossible to manage.
"Sukuna, that’s enough for the set," Uraume called out, their voice barely carrying over the rhythmic thud-crack of his strikes.
Sukuna didn't even blink. He landed a hook that nearly tore the heavy bag from its chains. "I’ll decide when I’m done," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. He wiped sweat from his brow with a taped forearm, his four eyes narrowed in boredom and irritation. "Unless one of these cowards wants to actually get in here and try to stop me?"
The gym went silent. Nobody moved.
Then, the heavy steel door at the back of the gym creaked open. The sound of soft soled shoes hitting the concrete floor was quiet, but Sukuna’s head snapped toward the entrance instantly.
You walked in, carrying a small gym bag and a fresh bottle of water. You didn't look at the intimidating fighters or the expensive equipment your focus was entirely on the man in the ring.
"Ryomen," you said, your voice calm and level. "It’s 6:00 PM."
The transformation was immediate. The lethal tension in his shoulders didn't disappear, but it shifted. He stopped mid-stance, his hands dropping to his sides.
"You're late," he remarked, though the bite was gone from his tone. He stepped through the ropes, ignoring the stunned silence of the gym, and walked straight to the edge of the ring where you stood.
"The traffic was bad," you replied, reaching up to untie the laces of his headgear. He leaned down instinctively, lowering his height so you didn't have to reach. "Uraume says you’ve been ignoring the timer for twenty minutes."
Sukuna cast a sidelong, murderous glance at Uraume, who suddenly found a clipboard very interesting. "Uraume talks too much."
"Uraume is trying to keep you from tearing a muscle before the title fight," you countered, pulling the headgear off. You began unwrapping the tape from his massive hands. "Sit. Drink your water."
The "King of the Ring," the man who had sent three opponents to the hospital this season alone, sat down on the edge of the canvas like a disciplined student. He took the water from you, drinking it in long, greedy gulps while you worked on his hands.
"I could have gone another hour," he muttered into the bottle.
"You could have," you agreed, peeling back the last of the tape to reveal his bruised knuckles. You pressed a firm kiss to the back of his hand. "But you won't. Because I'm making dinner, and if it gets cold, I’m not reheating it."
Sukuna let out a short, rough chuckle. He reached out with a damp hand, cupping the side of your face and pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his.
"Fine," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "I suppose I can be persuaded to follow a schedule... if you're the one keeping it."
He stood up, towering over you, and threw a heavy arm around your shoulders. He didn't look back at the ring or his trainers. He didn't care about the gym. He only cared about the person walking him toward the exit.
"Let's go," he growled, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. "I'm starving."
sukuna fluff 😈
— HAPPY FAMILY
† R. Itoshi
† synopsis :: Rin has always wanted to pursue his ambitions. no matter the cost. even if it means losing you and his unborn child
† content advisory :: angst, crying, pregnancy, unrequited / one sided love (sorta), emotional neglect, slight ooc rin, a bit of fluff at the end.
† wc :: 3.1k
a/n :: i read smth similar by @neeeooon once, its been haunting me ever since. the rin fanart is by @/Xelazzy
Being with Rin was hard. He laid out the map of his life before you ever stepped foot into it. To him, soccer was the center. The dream and the capital of his life, Sae was a target to demolish. Anyone and everything else was just background noise to him. At the time, you were naive and childish enough to believe that one day you could be the sweet melody of his life, the sun after the storm, and the home he would return to.
You had spent the entire day in the kitchen, your back aching from standing over the stove. You laid out the plates perfectly, even lighting a vanilla candle at the center of the table. Its sweet, domestic scent offering futile promises of safety, home, a quiet family. Its cloying fragrance stuck to the back of your throat, mockery of a sugary lie that coated the words you’d practiced all day with your hand over your belly, repeating in your ‘Rin, we are going to have our own family.’ over and over; imagining Rin’s softening eyes, his arms wrapping around you and picking you up.
The shadow of the empty chair across from where you were sitting felt heavier than a physical presence. The quiet of the penthouse felt like a cage.
rumor has it / gojo satoru
pairing: rich boy/nerd!gojo x fem!reader
summary: a fortune, the student council presidency, and a future already negotiated for you—complete with a ryomen engagement ring after you graduate from university. you’ve got it all… but is that really what you want? an unexpected friendship with gojo satoru makes the answer far less certain.
warnings: (18+) smut, porn with plot, fluff, light angst, college au, academic rivals/annoyances to lovers, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, criminally down bad!gojo, mentions of frat parties, alcohol consumption, marriages of convenience, family troubles, and overall rich people problems ™️, the university they go to is heavily implied to be aristocratic, brief sukuna x reader but she doesn’t fw him, anatomy & physiology facts that are probably incorrect but we shall ignore that for the sake of the plot
word count: 16.9k
art by bimyo_n!
Rumor has it that everything began the moment winter break ended.
You extended the handle of your suitcase and walked toward the foyer, where you were sure your mother was already waiting. By the time you rounded the corner, she was already unlocking the front door and pulling it open.
As if it couldn’t be any more obvious that she was eager for you to leave the house and return to university.
cutiesssssss
You often wonder if Sukuna's cheating on you.
Okay, no, contrary to popular belief and to what your friends teasingly say about you when you hang out, you are not paranoid. No, you're not.
There are signs you constantly see. For instance, how Sukuna comes home at irregular hours now, even if his position as bartender is a strict 9-5 job. Sometimes he leaves home at 7 or 8 am and comes home at 6pm — and even 9 once. At first you brushed it off as an increasing workload due to the incoming war between the countries of the Middle East. You knew how hard work could be anyway, as your job required much mind work, leaving you tired almost every night. But oftentimes, he'd come home exhausted, in a sour mood. He wouldn't eat, claiming he's not hungry, and would retreat to the room without talking to you.
You'd once try to ask him if he was okay, if work was alright, if he wanted to talk about it, and that you were always here for him. That you loved him, and cared for him. In response, he snapped at you. "It's none of your own business," he said, his typical, pissed frown on his face, and you'd recoiled, resuming to eat quietly alone while he retreated to the room.
You missed his smile; you rarely see it now.
Today was the day you decided that you were fed up with it.
It really wasn't an easy decision. You'd thought this over often, wondering why your relationship had come to this. Sukuna used to be such a happy, gentle, and loving person. He'd constantly be smiling, kissing you on the cheek before going to work along with a teasing remark or a loving comment. He was always excited for mealtimes, enthusiasm showing clearly as he scarfed down any meal you prepared, raining down sincere compliments. He'd listen to your long talking sessions, the things you found joy in, and just anything you wanted to share to him. In return, he'd share things with you too — something he didn't often do before you entered his life.
You really thought he loved you. And maybe he did. But one thing was for sure — he didn't anymore, now.
The front door opened and you paused mid-pack, your frame freezing. You sucked in a slow breath, nerves climbing into the edge of your thoughts.
You wondered how long it would take for Sukuna to notice that you weren't waiting for him downstairs, like usual.
Well, approximately two hours, because when it struck 10:00pm, you heard Sukuna's voice faintly call your name. "(Name), where are you?" he said, and you could hear the irk in his voice. You winced, the pain in your heart growing.
Am I really so insignificant that the fact I didn't show for two hours went unnoticed? You thought to yourself, folding a sweater and placing it gently on the luggage. You tried to ignore the slight tremble on your fingers when you brought it down, carrying your entire room with you to leave what once was your whole life, behind.
"What're you doing?" Sukuna asks gruffly from the couch as you near the door. The bags slung over your shoulders jingle lightly with the keychains you'd collected from over the years as you spun to face your loving husband.
"I'm leaving," you said flatly, hating how a slight tremor touched the edges of your words.
Sukuna scoffed, making you flinch. "Don't take too long. I'm waiting for dinner." He wets his lips, turning the TV back on.
And that's when you break. A bag slips off one of your shoulders, falling to the ground with a quiet thud as you sniffle, walking over to grab the remote from Sukuna's large hand and turning the TV off. He looked at you, incredulous. "What's with you?" he said, already glaring.
"What's with you?" you said, your voice cracking.
He looked at you, frowning in confusion. "Nothing. You're the one who turned the fucking TV off while I was watching."
"And you were the one who decided first that you didn't want this life anymore!" you said loudly. Sukuna blinked stunned, and you clenched the remote harder around your hand, breathing out a shuddery breath. "I've been trying every day to be a supportive wife to you. I've been trying not to nag you about the times you leave and come home without saying anything. I've been trying my best to awaken that fiery love we had before again, but every time, Sukuna. You brush me off." you sniffle, wiping your nose with your arm. "I really don't understand you anymore."
A long pause. Then-
"Is there another woman?" you whisper.
Sukuna stared at you before quietly replying, "Yes."
Your hands flew up to your mouth, the remote dropping with a clatter as tears streamed down your face. Sukuna looked at you, his expression quiet and exhausted.
"There's another woman. A lot of other women, actually. I've just- look, (name), I've been so tired and stressed at work recently that I just had to cool off sometimes, you know?"
"Sometimes?" you wobbly repeated. "Or every day?"
Sukuna looked at the ground and didn't answer.
You sucked in a sharp breath, your fists clenching. "I'm sorry that I didn't provide you with what I needed. I'm sorry if I'm not the kind of woman that you actually wanted." Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Your hands tremble.
"And I'm sorry that I wasted half of my life with you!"
The door banged sharply in front of Sukuna, who was left staring at the smooth, mahogany wood. The one you'd told him looked nice because it accented the rest of the house, a long, long time ago.
"I'm sorry," he whispered under his breath, but you were already gone.
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finally some good angst
── .✦ fratjo hates going down, but you're the exception !
the first rule of being satoru gojo was simple: you never, ever went down on a girl.
“it’s undignified,” he declared, leaning back in the worn-out frat house armchair, one leg slung over the arm. a bottle of cheap beer dangled from his fingers. “like, biologically, it makes no sense. you’re putting your face in a swamp. a swamp.i have standards.”
his friends—a chorus of nodding, beer-addled bros—laughed and clinked bottles in agreement. “preach, man!”
“seriously,” gojo continued, warming to his theme, his white hair glowing under the shitty fluorescent light. “what’s in it for me? the view is mid. the taste is questionable. naaah. my talents are better utilized elsewhere.” he gestured vaguely with the bottle. “let them worship me. that’s the natural order. i’m a giver, sure, but that’s just… not in my repertoire. ever.”
he said it with such absolute, unshakeable conviction that it became gospel in the frat house. gojo doesn’t eat pussy. it was a known fact, like the sky being blue or his ego being planetary in size.
cut to three hours later.
the same satoru gojo is currently buried so deep between your thighs he might need a rescue team. the arrogant smirk is gone, replaced by a look of single-minded, desperate devotion. his glasses are discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor.
“fuuuhhck,” he slurs, the word muffled against your skin as his tongue—that clever, wicked tongue he claimed was too good for this—lashes your clit in tight, frantic circles. “fuck, fuck, fuck… mmmh, so good…”
he’s not just doing it. he’s feasting. one large hand pins your hip to the mattress, the other is tangled in the sheets like he’s holding on for dear life. the wet, obscene sounds filling the room are coming from him as much as from you— slurps, groans, hungry hums that vibrate straight to your core. each flick of his tongue draws a new, breathy moan from him, a symphony of whines and low, possessive growls.
you card your fingers through his sweaty white hair, tugging gently. “t-thought you didn’t do this,” you gasp, arching into his mouth.
he pulls off just enough to growl, his lips and chin glistening. “shut up,” he breathes, pupils blown wide, looking utterly pussydrunk. a string of saliva connects his lower lip to your folds. “you taste like fucking heaven. ‘s different.” he nuzzles back in, inhaling deeply with a shuddering sigh. “god, you smell so good… mmph…” then he dives back in with a needy whimper, his nose pressing against you as he laps at your entrance, drinking you down like a man dying of thirst. every swallow is punctuated by a soft, satisfied groan from the back of his throat.
he’s lost all composure, all his cool, frat-boy posturing dissolved into a primal, whimpering mess. he moans into you, a continuous, low-pitched moans synced with the thrust of his tongue, his hips grinding uselessly against the mattress. when your legs start to shake around his head, he lets out a muffled, encouraging “yesssss, c’mon, baby, g-give it to me— n-need it s'bad—”
when you finally come, crying out his name, he doesn’t pull away. he rides out every pulse with his tongue, swallowing every drop, a deep, resonant sigh of pleasure vibrating against your oversensitive flesh until you’re pushing his head away, trembling and spent.
he collapses beside you, breathing raggedly, a dazed, blissed-out smile on his slick lips. he looks ruined, triumphant, and utterly, completely yours. he lets out a long, shaky exhale that’s almost a laugh.
“…okay,” he pants after a minute, turning to nuzzle your shoulder. he presses a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. “maybe i do go down. but only for you.” he licks his lips, still tasting you, and lets out another soft, involuntary sigh. “and you better not tell anyone.”
"we'll see about that," you just smile, running a thumb over his swollen lower lip. your secret.
fire
\( ᐖ)/ heianera!sukuna takes on another concubine
You are not jealous.
You repeat this to yourself as you pace your quarters well after the sun has dipped beneath the auburn horizon and the stars have kissed the tapestry-like sky—moonlight weaving through your velveteen drapes and casting a glow on your finicky distress. Your soles pelt the icy tiles with each unstaunchable and restless step, the cold as your only grounding measure.
You are not jealous.
If anything, you’re thankful. Thankful that you aren’t expected to be the sole bed warmer to a man who severs heads when he’s merely nettled and spews venom at even a sideways glance.
That grating seven letter word is entirely out of your vocabulary as a concubine to the strongest man to walk the earth.
But still.
Something aches in your chest as you think of her—younger than you, brighter, softer—writhing beneath him while he expels his worldly stresses. While she calls out his name, his title, and he groans for her and just her.
His newest addition to an empty harem.
You plop down at the edge of your bed, picking at your cuticles and feeling your lip tremble.
As a concubine, you cannot express the feelings swirling deep within the recesses of your mind. A green serpent taking root in your psyche. It is entirely unheard of, and utterly shameful. You have no place to do so. Sukuna does not belong to you. He doesn’t belong to anyone.
friends still?
synopsis: your one friend. your only friend. the one friend who became your "too little too late". the boy who asks on a visit back home from college for that pact deal that either makes or breaks you. pairing(s): nerdjo x shy fem!reader c.w. & w.c.: 8k :: plot plot plot :: smut with plot :: virgin nerdjo :: virgin reader :: p in v :: oral :: m & f receiving :: nerdjo is lwk dumb :: unrequited feelings :: angst :: slow burn slow burn :: they are ADULTS
you were quiet, you always had been. silent and going unnoticed.
you struggled to make friends with your damned shyness. it was a curse, you were sure of it.
your parents tried their hardest to get you into things- play dates when you were a child, sports in each year of school- until they finally gave up when you entered your high school years, figuring you'd make a friend or you wouldn't when their efforts over the years ultimately failed.
either way, they brushed their hands clean of the problem and left it in your hands.
you didn't really expect to make a friend. you didn't particularly care to, either. you just wanted silence- you wanted to go to the library, read and study for your tests or go on a walk and leave it at that.
that was until he landed in your lap-
we serious rn 😧