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celebrating Toji and his wife finally expecting, the boys get completely wasted, and Sukuna, operating on pure drunk logic, leans straight into whatever nonsense his brain serves up next âthis time, making it very clear he's taken crack, fluff (part of my drunk!sukuna drabbles mini-series)
Sukuna is finished. Heâs officially reached the point where his legendary alcohol tolerance has finally crumbled. Slumped deep into an armchair in the corner, he has his head tilted back and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Though he may look like heâs contemplating the universe, you know heâs really just trying to keep the room from spinning as his fingers twitch rhythmically against the armrest.
You walk over, weaving through the chaos of a dancing Satoru, whose laughter is way too loud. Reaching out, you try to grab Sukuna's hand. âCome on. Youâre done. Letâs get you upstairs."
The second your fingers brush his wrist, he recoils with a sharp, indignant jerk. He buries his back deeper into the leather chair, drawing his arm to his chest, his gaze darting toward you like you're trying to pick his pocket.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he rumbles, his voice a thick, incoherent slur. He stares at you, deeply offended. "What do you think you're doing? Get your hands off me."
sukuna triesâŠpilates?? đà§
to say you were a pilates warrior would be an understatement. offensive even.
it wasnât just for the aesthetics, oh no, it was weekly. almost daily.Â
four times a week, sukuna watched as youâd dress yourself in a cute little athleisure get-up, kiss him goodbye, and leave for the next hour or two.
each time youâd come back refreshed, showered, and aching slightly, but the sensation got more addictive each time you went.
today was no different. you showered, got dressed, grabbed your things, and walked over to where he was sitting on the couch. lazily sprawled, one arm loosely draped over the back of the couch, the other scrolling through his phone boredly. a white beater clung to his muscular chest, and loose sweats on his hips.
he knew you were standing in front of him, but he didnât acknowledge you until you took his phone straight from his grip, âgoing to pilates, iâll be back in two hours.â
he looked up at you, a mixture of brief irritation completely washing away at the sight of you. âi know that womanâjust go do whatever it is they have you doing.â
he huffed a laugh at something before leaning back, âiâll bet itâs just some cute prissy shit like yoga, eh? probably isnât even that hard. just fuckinâ matcha and matching sets.â
âoh yeah?â
âyeah.â
Cat fight
Pairing: Cat Hybird! Gojo x reader x Cat Hybird!Geto
Summary: Gojo gets really jealous when you add Geto to the family. Now you have two needy and jealous cats!
Wc: 2.1k (this was supposed to be shorter lol but i enjoyed it nontheless)
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You've adopted Gojo a while back, long enough to know about how clingy and easily attached he can get. If you werenât constantly in contact or touching, heâd get all whiney. His pure white ears would flatten against his head, bright blue eyes pleading with yours.
You swear he must know what that look does to you and uses it for his advantage. That manipulative cat.
Even when you have your hands full, heâd stay close, a fluffy tail curled softly around your waist, keeping you warm. Itâs nice when youâre cold, but not really when the room turns all stuffy and hot.
By now, youâre pretty aware of how possessive and territorial Gojo can be, not even allowing you to pet outside cats. Heâd smell it on you, hissing, saying âyou have one at homeâ, then proceed to call you a âcheaterâ.
That only intensified tenfold when you added Geto â a black hybrid cat â to the equation.
Suddenly, Gojo has all the reasons lined up for you to why you shouldnât get another cat.
âThe economy isnât doing that well now, youâll waste money on double the foodâ
âThere would be more fur to sweepâ
âI saw a vet online saying how much she doesnât recommend more than one hybird. Another lady confirmedâ
He just kept rambling about all the excuses he could come up with to try and convince you. But youâve made up your mind already, so you just smile at him; blinking a few times.
ááđ âËđŸË  ááđ âËđŸË°  ááđ
Geto was added as a new member to the house, and Gojo couldnât be less happy about that. He intended to make it known.
âPlease donât tell me youâll shower himâ He whines into your shoulder as he clings to you from behind, his hands fisting into your shirt in the front, a white tail spiraling up your leg.
âI did it with you when you came here, tooâ You try, one hand over his, your thumb rubbing back and forth gently over his knuckles.
âBut heâs FILTHY!â He whisper-shouts, his lips near your ear. You feel a twitching, soft ear tickle your hair.
âYeah, Toru, thatâs why he needs a bathâ you giggle nervously, trying to slip away from Gojoâs clawing grip, Geto stands awkwardly beside you. Waiting. Watching the scene unfold in front of him in intrigue.
Gojo catches the sly smile Geto sends his way and he must hold himself back from hissing â only because heâs this close to your ear.
âI meant on the inside!â Gojo tries to argue with you, hugging you impossible close into him from behind, pulling you flush against his overly warm chest.
âSatoru Gojo, pull yourself togetherâ his white ears flatten against his head, his grip around you loosening in defeat.
âJust look at himâŠ.â He grumbles, reluctantly letting go of you once you start squirming too much against him. Geto only puts on an innocent face, smiling with his eyes nearly closing into slits.
Gojo isnât fooled by his acting. Not one bit.
You grab Getos hand, taking him along with you into the bathroom, a towel flung on your other arm.
Gojo seethes with anger and jealousy, growling to himself. He lost to a stupid black cat!
With you facing the other way, Geto turns to look at him over his shoulder, sticking out his tongue before you both disappear into the bathroom.
ááđ âËđŸË  ááđ âËđŸË°  ááđ
When stepping out of the shower, youâre surprised to see how calm and collected Gojo appears to be. Heâs sitting on the couch all patient and content, smiling at you. His tail is a little too still for your liking, but you brush past that.
 He must be adjusting, finally â you decide. It will take some time before he learns to share you.
âI can dry his hair myself. It would be fruitful to try and get to know one another.â Gojo proposes with a too bright smile. âA hybrid-to-hybrid talkâ
You beam at the idea, despite how Gojoâs tail only gets this unactive when something is brewing. You push that thought aside, clasping your hands together âGreat!â
Geto stiffens beside you, his black ears standing straight up, tail not swishing softly behind him anymore like it did in the shower. âI-âŠâ he cuts himself off short, knowing that saying anything would make him out to be the bad guy here. Especially with how Gojo worded things, as if itâs all for a really good cause.
Curse that white cat.
And so the two find themselves alone in Gojoâs room.
âDonât think Iâm falling for your innocent act. I can smell your filth from a hundred miles awayâ
âCats can only smell up to 1,5 to 4 miles awayâ Geto corrects lazily, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed with Gojo behind him. Itâs unnerving having someone in his blind spot, let alone him.
âShut it, smart mouthâ Gojo hisses, grabbing a chunk of Getos inky hair spilling over his shoulder and tugging on it, both of their ears on high alert, twitching at every little motion and sound that the other makes.
âOW! Let go, you stupid leech! Sheâs mine!â you sit outside in the living room, hearing small muffled sounds slipping from behind Gojo's bedroom door. You pay it no mind, figuring Gojo must have tugged at a hair knot.
It cant be that bad, right?
âYou dare?!â Their cat-fight starts, with Gojo yanking at Getos hair once again, harder this time. Geto winces, his neck bent at an odd angle. Full on screams can be heard from Gojo's room by now.
Okay, maybe it is that bad.
âWhat are you doing to him!â You barge in, seeing Gojo holding onto Getoâs inky hair, his black ear twitching frantically. Gojoâs white fluffy ear twitch once at you seeing him like this.
âI promise you its not like tha-â
âHe yanked at my hairâ Geto cuts him off, batting his eyes up at you, his tone oddly soft when he was yelling a second ago.
Gojo notices the performance Geto is putting on, only serving to boil his blood even further, prompting him to lurch over and scratch his sharp nails over the black hybridâs arm.
You step in immediately, your fingers threading seamlessly through Gojoâs soft white hair, tugging gently back at the base, careful not to hurt him as you separate them. Gojo seems to lean into your touch despite the chaotic scene heâs in. âAlright, thatâs enough. Youâre not stepping out of here until midnightâ
Your words seem to have an immediate effect on the poor white cat, his ears turning droopy, flopping back against his white fluff of hair. His eyes silently plead with yours, a pout painting on his lips as you drag Geto out.
You throw him a sharp look over your shoulder. âBad catâ, then shut the door behind you, leaving your white cat to reflect on his actions and mull it over.
ááđ âËđŸË  ááđ âËđŸË°  ááđ
The light spilling from the window diminished nearly fully, reminding you that Gojoâs punishment has been over since a while ago. He hasnât stepped out of his room yet.
Geto is curled into your side on the couch the light sound of the movie playing drowning to your ears as you get up to check on Gojo. Geto doesnât move to stop you - save for his tail tightening around your thigh before he lets go all together, his gaze following you.
âGojo, are you coming?â
No response. Only the sound of shuffling and someone tossing in bed.
âYour punishment is long pastâ You coax softly, bending down to peek under the door gap. There you can make out the silhouette of a tall male laying face-first on his bed, a fluffy tail curling into his side.
He only gets into this position when heâs feeling down. Maybe you were a little harsh on him earlier.
The doorknob is useless. He locked himself in there. Poor kitty.Your heart throbs at your own reckless actions.
You rush to your feet, speeding to the drawer with all your snacks and candy. Getos head peeks over the couch behind you, curiously watching what youâre doing.
Grabbing Gojoâs favorite candy â the sweetest you had bought not long ago just for him â you speed your way back to the locked door.
âPspspspsâ You caregully shove pieces of candy under the door gap, one after the other. âCome here, kitty kittyâ you singsong, hoping this would trick him to come out.
Silence.
âWhoâs my pretty boy?â youâre starting to get desperate here. Heâs refusing to come out.
âMe!â Geto exclaims from the couch, tail swaying in content.
You give him a small chuckle before turning back to Gojo behind the door.
"..."
âIll let you snuggle me to sleep.â
The door unlocks with a sad looking Gojo on the other side, his bright blue eyes finding Geto, sending him a quick, nasty glare before returning his gaze back to yours.
Heâs sulking with a pout on, mushrooms practically growing from his head. His ears flopingp backwards, his tail motionless, hugging his own leg.
âOh, babyâ You step closer, your heart thumping painfully at the sight of a defeated Gojo. Leaning in, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Heâs so warm.
âAm I not enough for you? Do I bore you?â He results to ask lastly, his speech stripped off his hurried speed and livelyhood, tone quieter.
You stop in your tracks, his stiff tail visible through your peripheral vision. Stepping closer, you reach out to him, palms cupping his soft cheeks on both sides. âIâm not doing this because I donât want you anymore, Gojo. You'd be mistaken to think thatâ
You nearly whisper out, your words escaping your mouth like a soft breeze. God, that cat keeps tugging at your heartstrings.
âI wanted to get you a new friend to keep you company when Iâm not aroundâ You whisper into his chest, taking in his usual scent of melted sugar.
He grumbles a little, before you feel a long fluffy tail wrap around your waist, bringing you closer into him. âHe said heâd take you away from meâ He rests his chin atop your head, his heartbeat seeming to slow at your touch.
Gojo doesnât waste the chance to send another dirty glare towards a scowling Geto, silently plotting to pull at his black tail in your sleep. That would serve him right.
Your heart squeezes, lips puckering in a sympathetic pout. Pulling back, you look up into Gojoâs eyes, only to see the pitiful soft look heâs giving you. Ouch. That soft hearted, sweet cat of yours.
You lift a hand, resting it on his white, fluffy ear, our thumb and index finger working in tandem to gently massage at the sweet spot you know of on his ear. It silently twitches in your hand once before he relaxes completely at just this simple touch of yours.
âYou know id never replace youâ You whisper, unable to voice your words properly when you have a big, tall man like him looking down at you with such adorable eyes â it crumbles all of your resolves.
He intends to hum in acknowledgment, but your touch on his sensitive ears kinda melted his brain a little. A soft purr rolls of his tongue instead. You giggle, his tail demanding you stand closer despite there being no more space left between you.
A loud thumping sound starts behind you. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
âCome, lets go sit with him too before he hisses at meâ you chuckle as you make your way back to the couch where Geto sits, with a reluctant Gojo in your tow â agreeing to this only because youâre there.
His tail gives him off every time. Itâs adorable.
Sitting there between them and picking a new show to watch, you grow slightly annoyed by how they keep trying to pull you closer to their sides.
âAlrightâ you huff out a breath, getting up only to sit back down â horizontally; with you on Getoâs lap, and your head resting in Gojoâs lap.
âSee, leech? Sheâs sitting on MY lapâ
âShe has her head in MY lap, you monkeyâ
âWe're the same species, idiotâ
Sighing, you lift your hands above your head. âShhhâ lazily, you curl your fingers under their chin, scratching gently at that soft area of skin â right there.
Smiling, you turn back to enjoy your show, both of them silent save for the small purring sounds theyâre making â their body growing warmer underneath you
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Kisses and hot skin
Pairing: Snow leopard!Satoru x owner!reader
Summary: Gojo gets very adorable when struck with high fever
Tags: fluff, sickness, non-sexual nudity, fever, caretaker reader, sick gojo, silly gojo with delirious fever
wc: 1.7k
a/n: as promised, hereâs part 2 to soft, fluffy ears! Im always down to feed your cravings hehe âž(ïœĄË á” Ë )âžâĄ
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âYouâre insanely hot.â You press your palm to Satoruâs forehead, gently pushing his white, soft hair out of the way.
âThanks, but Iâm into someone elseâ The words slip past his lips all easy, his eyes fluttering shut, a small shudder escaping him causing his soft, fluffy ears to twitch.
Heâs burning up.
The thermometer beeps its high-pitched scream, confirming your earlier suspicion.
Soft, fluffy ears
Pairing: Snow leopard!Satoru x owner!reader
Summary: your dad bought you a snow leopard demihuman he mistook for a house cat to keep you company in your new apartment. Youâre against owning any demihumans, but it would be cruler to send him back to the cruel shelter.
Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, grumpy toru, demihuman, power imbalance that in the end balances itself out, owner and pet dynamic
wc: 1.8k (this was supposed to be like 500 max lol. i got carried away in flow state)
a/n: mixed in my idea with this request! i wrote this when half dying with not enough energy to write for the geto series, idk why it got longer than i anticipated. enjoy! ( ˶>áŽ<˶)
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Demihumans were often mistreated and abused, deemed âlesserâ beings than humans. Their shelters were mostly visited by families looking for something to keep their kids happy and busy, seen as âpetsâ.
The smaller ones like weasels and kittens are the popular choices, tiny enough to not take up much space. The ones who buy them for their entertainment are people with no knowledge on their actual needs.
They hold no care in the world for knowledge about how weasels require long, excessive periods of play, movements being their nature; or how not all cats are huge on cuddling either.
You were strongly against such barbaric action. You refuse to enslave some innocent soul, whether it be for human entertainment or under the guise of âsaving themâ. A gilded cage is still just a cage, after all.
So, when your dad came home with a burly snow leopard demihuman tailing behind him, you didnât really know what to say or feel.
He had mistaken the snow leopard for a big white cat, saying âyou need something to keep you company now that you moved out'.
satoru gojo with a baby who looks exactly like you.
his genes didn't even try. not a speck of white in his baby girl's hair, not a sliver of crystal blue in her eyes. she's all youâfrom the eyes to the nose to the laugh. good lord, satoru has been blessed by the gods.
he fell in love with her the moment the doctor handed you the little bundle of joy. and when he first carried her? you just laugh at the way he almost melts to the floor.
everytime he gets home from missions, he goes straight to where you're playing with mini you. his daughter giggles upon seeing her dad. he crashes on top of the two of you, careful not to squish neither of you. first and foremost, he kisses you. then, the baby. then back to you, then back to herâit goes on and on until you go and tell him to shower.
at night when your daughter makes a fuss, it's satoru who gets up and soothes her. he carries her over to your shared room, lays her in the space between, and talks to her about anythingâhis latest mission, his students, her big brother megumi, how the two of you met, his bestfriend suguru, her uncle nanami, her aunt shoko.
all the while, his baby listens earnestly, eyes wide and curious like yours. she even responds sometimes! no, she can't talk yet, but she's already a good listener.
"maybe we should take you to see uncle suguru. do you miss him? who do you miss more, him or papa?"
"ah."
"there's only one answer to that. why are you hesitating?" he pokes her cheek, and holds back the urge to bite and chomp.
"ba.."
"papa? yes! that's right. you miss papa more, right?"
"ma!"
satoru gasps dramatically, "mama? you're already with her 24/7!" your baby grins, and he's in awe by how much of you he sees in her.
he picks her up with ease, and settles her on top of him. he glances at your sleeping form, "you look like your mom, you know?"
your baby also glances at you, one hand reaching out before satoru grabs her little wrist and holds it to his chest. "mama's sleeping. she's tired, we need to let her rest."
your daughter babbles, "ma-ma-ma."
"yes, mama. you look like mama. that means you're also pretty and beautiful." he kisses her cheek.
"pi. pi!"
satoru nods in understanding, acting like your baby just said something revolutionary. "yes. pretty. that's you," he pinches her nose, she huffs. "and mama. my pretty girls."
"when you grow up, you need to marry someone who'll preach your beauty like how i do to your mom, okay? never date a boy who doesn't tell you how beautiful you are every passing day." satoru whispers, eyes locked onto an identical pair to yours.
his daughter only yawns in response, dropping her head into his sternum. satoru adjusts her so she's laying on her back in the middle of you two. instinctively, your baby wiggles around, searching for your warmth in her sleep. satoru only sighs with a smile. what a velcro baby he's raising.
from jade: self-indulgent dad gojo fic bcuz im ovulating and im sleepy and i got crazy baby fever from spending a few days at my aunt's and her two month old baby boy and i also wrote this instead of stressing out over my groupworks so enjoy tehe
Êá°É he's a little afraid of u on ur period ! ‷ gojo satoru x mean!fem!reader
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satoru chooses his battles wisely and carefully when you're on your period.
and by that, he means none of them.
ever.
because he's brave. but he's not that brave.
on a usual day, you're his sweet girl who pouts when he lets go of her hand for a millisecond. he's always felt like he won the world with you. you were his dream come true.
and for one week every month, he gets to pay the price for that dream.
he swears he isn't trying to be misogynistic. but when your cycle starts, sometimes he can't recognise you.
morning sex with your boyfriend satoru (âżáŽÍËŹáŽÍ)âŸâŸ
you wake to the weight of him already pressing into the mattress beside you, the heat of his body seeping through the thin sheet. the morning light filters through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the room, and satoru is propped on one elbow, watching you with those half-lidded eyes that make your stomach clench. he doesn't say anything for a long moment, just traces a lazy finger down your collarbone, over the curve of your breast, stopping to circle your nipple until it stiffens under his touch.
âmorning,â your boyfriend murmurs, voice rough with sleep, and the word is a promise.
you shift, stretching into his hand, and he takes that as permission. the sheet falls away as he leans down, mouth replacing fingers, tongue flat against your nipple before he sucks it between his lips. a soft gasp escapes you, hand finding its way into his white hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. he hums against your skin, the vibration traveling straight to your cunt, and you feel yourself already starting to slick up.
his free hand slides down your stomach, over your hip, fingers dipping between your legs. he doesn't rush, doesn't push, just traces the line of your slit through the damp fabric of your underwear, collecting the wetness that's already beading there. âfuck, you're soaked,â he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you, that lazy grin spreading across his face. âbeen dreaming about me?â
you don't answer with words. you hook your leg over his hip, grinding your clothed cunt against his hand, and he takes the hint. his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down your thighs, and you lift your hips to help. he tosses them somewhere off the bed, not caring where they land, and then his hand is back, naked this time, two fingers sliding through your folds, collecting your wetness before he presses them inside.
the stretch is sweet, familiar, and you buck into his hand as he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes your vision blur. he watches your face, that grin never quite leaving his lips, but his eyes are dark, hungry. âthat's it,â he coaxes, pumping his fingers in and out, thumb pressing against your clit in slow, deliberate circles. âlet me hear you.â
you're already breathless, hips moving in time with his hand, and when he adds a third finger, the pressure makes you gasp. he's not rushing, taking his time, working you open at a pace that's almost cruel. you can feel yourself clenching around his fingers, your body begging for more, and he knows it. he knows exactly what you need, and he's going to make you wait.
âsatoru,â you whine, and the sound comes out broken, desperate.
âyeah?â he leans down, lips brushing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. âwant my cock, don't you?â
âyes,â you gasp, and he pulls his fingers out slowly, deliberately, dragging them through your wetness one last time before he brings them to his own lips. he curls his tongue around them, tasting you, and the sight makes your cunt clench around nothing.
âgod, you taste good,â he mutters, and then he's shifting, kneeling between your legs, his cock already hard and leaking against his stomach. he doesn't bother with his boxers, just pushes them down enough to free himself, and the first sight of him in the morning light makes your mouth water. he's thick, flushed, the head slick with pre-cum, and the way he strokes himself once, twice, before lining up with your entrance is almost too much.
he doesn't push in right away. he just rests the head against your soaked folds, sliding it through your wetness, teasing you both. your hips lift, trying to take him, but he holds still, that grin turning wolfish. âwhat's the hurry? we've got all morning.â
Asking Satoru to chase(catch) you for a trend
warnings: suggestive
"It's simple," You set up your phone on a nearby log, "I start running and once you count to ten, you catch me."
"Don't you think that's a little unfair," Satoru looks down at you, and then looks at his own stature, "Baby, my legs alone are like two of you."
"I am not that short," You glared at him, "Besides, the point is for you to catch me."
"And what do I get if I catch you?" He smirked, grabbing you, and pulling you into his embrace.
You rolled your eyes, "The satisfaction of catching me."
"Well, I think I already did that," He ran his fingers over the sides of your abdomen.
Your body jerked, "Satoru!" You tensed, pushing his hands away.
He chuckled, "Alright, I'll play your little game. But I want a better reward."
"I'll think about it," You smiled, "Ready?" You pressed play on the camera.
"Yup," He smirked.
You took off running, unable to hold back your giggles and he hadn't even come after you yet. You counted in your head too, waiting to hear his footsteps behind you, except they never came.
Turning to look behind you for just a second, you noticed he wasn't there, and you didn't have a moment to react before you came crashing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, catching you before you fell.
"How did you," You looked up at the big smile on his face, "You warped didn't you?" You narrowed your eyes on him.
"You never said I couldn't, and now I've caught you," He pecked kisses all over your face.
"Satoruuu," You whined, "That's cheating."
"I wasn't given a rule book," He retorted.
"Can you do it right this time?" You looked up, fluttering your lashes at him.
"Fine, fine," He threw his hands up in surrender.
You went back to the starting point, resetting your camera, "No cheating this time," You reminded him.
"I know, I know," He slid his hands in his front pockets.
You pressed record once more, taking off in a sprint. The crunch of the leaves under your feet spurred you forward, each step feeling faster than the last. You counted in your head once more, anticipation and adrenaline building the closer you got to ten.
The moment you got to ten, his bustling footsteps could be heard above even your own. You turned around to see how close he was, but it was too late. You screamed as he threw his arm around your abdomen, scooping you up, and pulling you into his side. You wriggled in his hold, but he held you tight, there was no escape. Your hair fell as you dropped your head forward, trying to catch your breath.
"I told you it wasn't fair," Satoru laughed, placing you back on the ground, but not removing his arm from around you, "Now, where's my reward?"
"What would you like?" You asked, still breathless.
"Let me take you home and I'll show you," You squealed as he threw you over his shoulder, gripping the back of his shirt so he didn't drop you.
"Relax, baby. I've got you," He squeezed your ass, "You should let me chase you more often."
I think I want to write something with Satoru chasing us through the woods and in like a 'i catch you, i fuck you', kind of scenario. I also want him to wear a mask.
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Uncle!Sukuna lowk accidentally neglecting his nephew (I couldnât think of a better title)
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Tiger!Kuna is definitely a sight to see. Most people wouldnât assume heâs your boyfriend, rather some man that you should be afraid of.
To be fair, you were at first. Heâs a big guy, and he doesnât talk much, so his emotions are entirely impossible to read. But after some time, and a lot of reassurance, you saw through to Sukunaâs soft inner kitten.
But people donât know that, so the amount of times Sukuna is mistaken as your kidnapper rather than your boyfriend is ridiculous.
Like when you begged him to take you to target so you could find a newly released book, and he refused to even give you a few feet of space. It was almost comical how he looked following you down the fluorescent book aisle, ignoring the other people shopping entirely. This wasnât an unusual experience, nor did you mind. It only occurred to you that Sukunaâs clinginess could be mistaken as something else when an older women came up to you and tapped you on your shoulder:
âHi honey, are you okay? Do you need help with anything?â She smiled as her eyes darted between you and Sukuna towering behind you, his ears twitching with agitation atop his head. She had that look that all women give each other when a man is harassing them; a look that says, do you need help? Are you safe?
âOh, Iâm fine. I just found what I needed,â you responded with a smile. But the woman took this as you not talking her âsubtleâ hint, and leaned in closer to you.
âDo you know that manâŠbehind you?â She whispered.
You looked over your shoulder at Sukuna who was still staring you down, and the looked back at the woman. âYeah, thatâs my boyfriend,â you smiled at her, âheâs just like that!â
But itâs not Sukunaâs fault!!! You just make him feel like no one else has, and heâs enamored with you because of that. He could blame his animal DNA for his overprotectiveness, but itâs simply more than that.
You could be near him, or even look a little extra pretty (which is all the time), and heâll start purring as loud as a sports car. One little touch from you has his pink ears twitching and fluttering atop his head. His heart burns from merely being near you, because you make him feel an amount of love he never thought possible.
In other words: you are the fuel to his already blazing fire.
Without you, heâd probably fall apart. Not just in a romantic I-canât-live-without-you way, but also because you are quite literally the glue holding him together. You run his warm baths, brush out his sensitive tail, and remind him to eat three meals a day; all without him asking. Itâs become a natural routine for you, because taking care of him just makes you happy.
And Sukuna isâŠnot used to that, to say the least. Heâs used to people being friendly to him out of fear of in order to gain something. Like the men he occasionally meets in bars that buy him a few rounds just to ask if heâs interested in underground hybrid fighting rings. Or others who only want him for sex, because they fetishize him. But youâre not those peopleâyouâre far, far from those people.
He only realized this when he saw that you were going out of your way to take care of him. The care you put into his specific diet, the pride you have in his abilities, the unmatched passion you have for the things he enjoysâit all went above and beyond anything anyone has ever done for him.
In return, he treats you as if you were a princess he has sworn his life to protect. You never have to walk alone or drive anywhere. Youâre no longer even obligated to worry about money anymore because heâs already throwing his card at you. And he will always and forever be your number one protector. He will defend you when no one else will, and heâll be proud of it. Because heâs proud of you.
So when you get concerned stares and hear hushed whispers from the people around you, it doesnât even bother you. Because youâd have it no other way. No like Sukuna would let you, anyway.
Re-post from old acc
baby!yuji thinks youâre too pretty for sukuna >_< !
visiting sukunaâs place sometimes entailed entertaining his tiny, beady eyed, absolutely adorable nephew yuji.
he had the same blush pink hair to match your boyfriendâs, the same eyes, and the same amount of spunk to match sukunaâs grumpy ass.
âhey pretty lady!!â
âhi yuji~â he practically squealed before lifting him up into the air and spinning him around.
he was giggling in your arms, burying his stupidly chubby cheeks into your shoulders before grabbing your face and tugging at it as if it were playdough.
âi swear you only come over for him.â you barely register sukunaâs voice, before he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck softly before shooting the smallest glare in yujiâs direction.
âi mean can you blame me? look at him heâs adorable!â
âheâs manipulative thatâs what he is.â sukuna says, still glaring at yuji before slowly walking you over to the couch, right before you have yuji seated on your lap, giggling, his hands running through you hair with the fascination only a kid can posses.
âheâs a kid, kuna.â
âhe has you fooled already, woman.â sukunaâs grumpy expression has yuji bursting into a fit of laughter in your lap, hiding in your arms the second sukuna scoffs in his direction.
soon enough, the tree of you are huddled on the couch, your eyes glued to the tv screen trying to follow the plot of shitty movie yuji decided to pick out for the three of you, unbeknownst to you, the two pink haired menaces were having a staring contestâevery moment sukuna tried to wrap his arms around you, yuji would bite down on them like the little gremlin he was.
âwatch it brat, youâre on thin ice.â he warned, only to have the pudgy toddler stick his little tongue out at him.
âboth of you. QUIET.â you whisper-shouted, and thatâs exactly what got the two of them to have their mouths shut. momentarily, of course.
but the moment you yelledâthey couldnât keep their eyes off of you. sukuna was absolutely enamoured, he loved you, and everything about you was absolutely far too good for someone like him. yuji on the other hand, believed with the entirely of his tiny heart, that you were a princess. you always wore flowy dresses, your hair accessorises to match, your hands were always soft, and your smile was only something princesses possessed.
âk..kuna sheâs toof pretty for you.â yuji mumbled in your graspâand thatâs exactly had you hysterically giggling while sukuna was utterly baffled that his little brat of a nephew had the balls to say that.
âiâm gonna kick him out.â
âyouâre not kicking out a child, kuna.â you say between breathy giggles, and for a moment, sukuna agrees. you are too pretty for him, but guess what? thatâs exactly why he was never going to let you go. youâre so far from his universe, but youâre still here, holding his nephew in your arms, giggling on his couch, curled up by his side.
âissok y/n, if you leave uncle kuna, youâll still love me, okay?â yuji says almost pouting at you, his puppy eyes almost teary while he juts his lip out.
âdonât worry, iâm never leaving, yuji.â you looked right at sukuna while saying it, your eyes soft, your smile almost dangerously softer. you didnât say it like it was a stupid joke, you said it like it was a promise. that youâd always be here, stuck by his side.
and for a split second, sukunaâs grateful for the stupid brat and his antics. and even if heâd never admit it out loud, he wouldnât trade the two of you for the world. and before you knew it, the three of you were cuddled up on the couch, dead asleep, with yuji snuggled up in your arms while while sukuna had you tucked in his.
you really were like a princess. yeah, and you really were too pretty for him. but oh well, you were stuck with him for the rest of your life.
anotha reupload huhu. i will work on long fics soon <3 ! @yoonsucks @yorikae @sugusplaything
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon tojiâs worm to crawl up your ass.
tw - non/con, manipulation, mentions of breeding, and unbalanced power dynamics.
Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's ecstatic the day his owner, Suguru, brings you home. He's the pinnacle of a spoiled pet, constantly showered in toys and treats and affection, but his owner's a busy man, and he tends to sulk when left home alone. He's had other companions before, another leopard hybrid who nearly killed him before being released back into the wild and a black panther who somehow proved to be a worse influence on Satoru than Satoru was on her, but you're supposed to be more permanent solution, another hosuepet to keep him company when Suguru can't. You're a sweet little housecat, all wide-eyes and raised ears, but still, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if you're begging to go back to the shelter less than an hour after meeting your new roommate.
Snow Leopard!Satoru, who falls in love with you immediately. Suguru practically has to keep him in a chokehold while you explore your new home, eventually curling up on your new bed. Satoru's on top of you as soon as he gets loose, purring obnoxiously while he runs his bristled tongue over your cheek. Suguru's half-convinced that your first day's going to end with bloody claws and bandages, but you only nuzzle into his chest and knead at the blankets underneath you. Satoru's a difficult cat to put up with, and Suguru's relieved that you, at least, find him tolerable.
Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's absolutely massive compared to you. The tips of your pointed ears barely reach his collarbones, and your wrist is only as thick as his fluffy tail. His favorite hobby quickly becomes carrying you from room to room despite your softly mewled protests, and he's not happy unless he's pressed against you as closely as possible. He used to force himself into Suguru's lap whenever possible, but now, he's unbearable unless you're sitting pretty in his. He doesn't even complain when you lose your temper and dig your little fangs (barely half the size of his - a poor imitation of a real predator's) into his arm, just grinning as he tugs at your ears and pinches your cheeks. He's not exactly a wild animal, but he's still at the top of his food chain. You're not quite a mouse, but you might as well be, compared to him.
Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's calling you his mate after less than a full month. You don't know what it means, often parroting it back as more of a question than a term of endearment, and Suguru just brushes it off as Satoru being deliberately irritating. He keeps it up, though. even after you start refusing to respond to it.
Snow Leopard!Satoru, who starts introducing you to new "games". You know you don't stand a chance against him, but somehow, he always manages to goad you into roughhousing, into squirming as he pins you under his full weight. He likes to dangle things above your head, to see how long it takes your instincts to get the best of you before your chest is pressed against his and you're pouting so adorably as you jump and bat at his hand. Sometimes, when you fall asleep mid-grooming session, he'll let his mouth wander lower than it should, and you'll wake up to his tongue lapping over your chest, his face buried between your thighs in a way that leaves you teary-eyed and warm. You've tried to tell Suguru, but you always get embarrassed and end up mumbling something as vague as 'Satoru's being mean to me, again.' In the end, Satoru only ever gets a slap on the wrist and a new reason to tease you, next time Suguru turns his back.
Snow Leopard!Satoru, who fucks you whenever Suguru isn't home. He planned on waiting for your first heat (delayed by your shelter suppressants and the stress of a new home), and he knows he's not supposed to, but he just can't get enough of having your smaller body curled up underneath his, your tail thrashing from side to side as he lazily rolls his hips against yours. You tend to whine, at first, to go on and on about how weird it feels and how much it hurts, but as soon he gets his cock inside of you, all those complaints tend to go away. It's almost funny, how easily your stupid little kitty mind gets all hazy and cockdrunk. He always loves you, but he loves you most when you're drooling and purring for his cum, begging him to breed you properly between hitched moans.
Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's not even mad when Suguru catches him bouncing your half-conscious, fucked-out body on his cock. He wants to be the best possible mate for you, and he couldn't do that if he wasn't willing to show you off <3
playful foxes âĄ
frat prez!yuta and his nerdy bsf â„ïž
frat prez!yuta that you met in 4th grade. from that point on, you two were joined by the HIP. teachers could never seperate the two of you. who told you that college would be any different?
frat prez!yuta who drags you to every single one of his frat parties. no matter how many times you complain about a chem project or a calculus exam coming up, you WILL be going as his plus one.
frat prez!yuta whoâs willing to take a small break in case your overwhelmed by the booming music or the hot bodies of partygoers rubbing off on you. who cares if his frat brothers call him a simp?? itâs you after all.
frat prez!yuta who lets you sleep over in case tutor lessons go on for too long. heâs not gonna let you walk alone in the dark! what kind of person is he?? often times heâll take the floor, unless you FINALLY convince the guy to let him sleep beside you on his bed.
frat prez!yuta who gets hit on by girls EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. i meanâ who could really pass him up?! hes one of the most respectful, kind, and good-looking guys on campus?! who wouldnât want a piece of him?? but everytime you see someone hitting on him or being.. too friendly, you canât helo but feel that quiet stir in yourself. it cant be jealousy, right guys?? (were crazyđ)
frat prez!yuta who FINALLY passes psychology thanks to your elite ball knowledge. heâs been CRYING over this class for the last semester and the least you could do is help him out.
frat prez!yuta who flirts with you, pressing small kisses on your neck or cheek, a hand on your thigh whilst driving, whispering sweet nothings into your ear like itâs natural. reallyâ you canât help but be flustered.
frat prez!yuta who can read you like a book. you can also do the same. i meanâ seriously, youâve known each other since childhood. this is expected!
frat prez!yuta whoâs completely down bad for you, but thinks itâs just him being friendly. no way broâs oblivious to his own feelings (he is.) HIS OWN FRAT BROTHERS SEE IT. every time they think yutaâs brought a woman, NO. itâs just you there for another study session or something. not a single woman yuta has been with has ever step foot into his frat outside of parties.
frat prez!yuta who begs his pretty little best friend (aka you to help with fundraisers for his frat. all the guys love you reallyâ they think of you their older sis, itâs all sweet. but, yuta canât help but feel a bit possessive when some of his frat buddies hit on you.
frat prez!yuta who turns as red as a tomato when you call him âyu-chan.â he canât help it! but heâs got no idea why heâs doing thisâ youâve been calling him that since middle school. whatâs so different now?!
frat prez!yuta whoâs completely down bad for his nerdy little best friend.
wow elâs debut as a fanfic writerâŠâŠ. guys this is so butt Iâm so fucking sorryđđđđđ
creds to @ honeyluvsw for the dividers <3