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BoxerToji! x f!reader

(slightly angst, forbidden love, fluff)

Oneshot

Your husband was a man who worshipped the ground you walked on. Today, looking back, you were glad that despite everyone in your life desperately warning you not to date him, you had followed your heart anyway. You knew exactly why they had been so against him from the start. Toji was four years older than you, his lifestyle was reckless, and he was actively struggling with a mountain of personal issues.

But you hadn't cared. When you first met him, you had both mutually agreed to keep things entirely casual just hookups and great sex, no strings attached. At least, that was the lie you both chose to believe at the time. Because certainly, casual hookups didn't involve Toji picking you up on his motorcycle to drive you around the city on late-night dates, nor did they involve you baking him fresh trays of cookies. But that was exactly what your "casual" arrangement looked like.

By the time you fully realized you had fallen deeply in love with him, your life was suddenly thrown into absolute chaos. Your traditional, unyielding father decided that the moment you graduated university, he was going to marry you off. When you broke the terrifying news to Toji, he went completely mad like super duper mad.

And that explosive reaction was the exact moment you discovered that he had fallen just as deeply, violently in love with you, too.

You were currently hunched over in your bedroom, speaking into your phone in panicked, frantic whispers so absolutely no one would overhear you. Fortunately, no one was actually home at the moment except for the family servants. Your father was an extraordinarily wealthy tycoon, and he had already arranged for you to be wed to the son of one of his most prominent business partners.

But after days of relentless begging, crying, and pleading, you had finally convinced your father to at least sit down and talk with Toji. Your father had reluctantly agreed, stating that if he actually liked the man, he might consider letting you marry him instead.

You were completely convinced that Toji would easily win him over. After all, when he wanted to be, Toji Fushiguro was a charmer.

Admittedly, Toji's current financial situation was far from stable. He split his time working as a mechanic at a local garage and competing in dangerous, brutal underground boxing matches. He significantly preferred the underground boxing because it made him a lot of quick, heavy cash, but you always begged him to stop competing. You were constantly worried sick that he would end up seriously hurt.

"Toji, please... just dress normally" you pleaded through the phone, your heart racing. "I don't want you to leave a bad impression on my dad. Please wear the expensive suit I bought you, and don't forget to bring the chocolates and flowers I told you to get-"

"Woman. Relax" his rough, gravelly voice murmured over the line, sending a delicious shiver straight down your spine. "Your old man will be impressed. And even if he isn't, I am taking what's mine. With his consent or without it."

You let out a soft sigh, your cheeks warming up. "I know... but please, just don't do anything stupid. I love you."

"I won't. Love you more. Take care of yourself" he said gently before the line went completely dead.

The next day arrived far too quickly. You dressed with extreme care, putting on an elegant, knee length black silk dress that looked classy and chic. You styled your hair into a sleek bun and applied your makeup flawlessly. You had bought Toji an expensive, tailored black suit with your own money, knowing he couldn't afford something like that on his own, and you had chosen a matching black dress so the two of you would look perfectly unified.

Your high heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floor as you walked downstairs. The servants were bustling around the massive living room, perfectly adjusting the dining table, while your father and mother emerged from his private office. Your father looked imposing in his tailored, custom suit, and your mother looked elegant in a rich brown designer dress.

They took their seats on the plush couch, and you sat right beside them, your hands trembling in your lap. At any second, Toji was going to knock on that door, and the journey to finally becoming his wife would begin.

A sharp, firm knock echoed through the foyer. Your eyes lit up instantly. Your father was completely absorbed in a conversation with your mother about corporate investments and interior design, entirely ignoring your anxiety.

A servant quickly walked toward the massive front door, balancing a silver tray in one hand while swinging the heavy wood open with the other. You sat up completely straight, holding your breath, waiting for Toji to stride in and effortlessly impress your upper class family.

And stride in he did.

But the moment he crossed the threshold, your eyes widened to the size of saucers not in happiness, but in agonizing awkwardness.

Toji hadn't worn the expensive suit. He hadn't brought the chocolates or the flowers. Instead, he was wearing a simple, visibly stained grey shirt, baggy grey sweatpants, and a pair of cheap, worn out slippers. He smelled powerfully of cheap cigarettes and metallic, dried blood. Every single servant in the room froze, staring at him in utter, jaw dropping shock. Toji calmly took a long drag from his cigarette, locked his green eyes onto yours, and casually stubbed the burning ash right out onto the silver tray the paralyzed servant was holding.

Then, he threw you a lazy, incredibly slow wink.

You were completely frozen to your seat, unable to move a single muscle as he walked confidently into the center of your family's living room. He looked up at the towering crystal chandelier, letting out a low, casual whistle of appreciation.

Your father slowly turned his head, staring at the man with an expression of profound, unmatched disappointment. Your mother, on the other hand, was too deeply horrified to even form words.

Toji casually extended a large, rough hand toward your father for a handshake. Your father stared down at the massive, scarred hand for a long, torturous moment before letting out a sharp sigh. He gave Toji’s hand a brief, incredibly stiff shake and immediately pulled away, wiping his palm against his trousers.

Toji merely smirked. Without waiting to be invited, he slammed his massive frame down onto the pristine designer couch opposite your parents. He spread his long legs out lazily, tossing one ankle over his knee as he stared right back at your father.

Your father’s eyes slowly traveled down Toji's clothing, taking in his unbothered, cheap behavior before his gaze firmly landed on the ragged slippers on his feet. It was completely disgusting. your father was clearly thinking that he wouldn't even let a common street servant marry with toji, let alone allow this lowlife to touch his only daughter.

Toji instantly noticed your father judging his footwear. With a sharp grin, he reached down, pulled one of the slippers off his foot, and held it up.

"Are you staring at these, Father-in-law? Look, there's even a hole right here in the toe" Toji chuckled roughly, waving the slipper in your father's face before casually sliding it back onto his foot.

Your father was completely too stunned to speak. He looked like he was actively on the verge of having a massive heart attack.

"Look, old man" Toji started, his voice dropping into a serious, grounded tone. "Your daughter told me to lie to you. She wanted me to come here wearing some fancy suit, holding chocolates and flowers and all that nonsense. But look at me that ain't who I am. I don't have money right now, alright? But I am going to treat her like a total queen. Even if my own clothes are torn to shreds..." Toji’s green eyes gently flickered over to your face, softening for a fraction of a second. "She will always wear the most expensive clothes. She will be protected. I don't need your damn money, and I ain't marrying her for your wealth. I just need her." He looked back at your father, dead in the eyes.

For a single, fleeting second, a spark of hope ignited in your chest. Your father hated liars, and Toji had just spoken the raw, unvarnished truth. You genuinely thought your father might actually respect his honesty.

Until your father finally spoke, his voice trembling with sheer rage.

"I don't know what is wrong with the youth of today" your father hissed, standing up. "Listen to me, you cheap, disgusting boy. I will never hand my daughter over to a man who doesn't even know how to behave like a civilized human being. And how exactly are you going to treat her like a queen? Huh? By dealing drugs? By stealing? And then, at the end of the day, you'll just cheat on her and abandon her. That is exactly the kind of man you are. A pathetic piece of shit like you doesn't even deserve to be a doormat in my house—"

You gasped loudly, the sound tearing from your throat. "Dad! Stop it!"

Your father threw you a terrifying, silencing glare, forcing you to quiet down. Your eyes desperately sought out Toji, but his face had completely reverted back to that dull, empty expression.

"First, take a look at yourself, you disgusting lowlife" your father sneered, pressing his hand against his forehead as his blood pressure spiked. "You are not even on the level of the shoes on my feet. But... you know what? Maybe I will let you marry my daughter."

Your eyes widened instantly, a massive wave of hope rushing through your veins.

"If you get down on your knees and lick this entire marble floor clean with your tongue, then maybe—"

"Dad! Enough! Stop it right now!" you screamed, violently standing up from the couch.

Heavy, hot tears threatened to spill over your eyelashes as you glared at your father. It was absolute torture seeing the only man you loved so deeply get humiliated and insulted like a dog, while you were completely powerless to stop it.

Toji suddenly let out a low, dark chuckle. He stood up slowly, towering over your father. "Alright then, dear Father-in-law. Take care of yourself. But just remember...karma is a total bitch. Today you might be the king, but tomorrow, someone else takes the throne." Toji offered a small, sarcastic smirk.

If you hadn't known him so intimately, you would have truly believed that your father's cruel words hadn't affected him at all. But you knew him. You saw the subtle, deeply wounded look hidden deep within his green eyes.

"Throw this piece of trash out of my house!" your father roared to the security team.

Immediately, two massive, heavily built bodyguards marched into the living room toward Toji. Toji just let out a lazy sigh. Before the guards could even reach him, he casually leaned across the space, cupped your jaw, and pressed a firm, lingering kiss right against your blushed cheek, right in front of your gasping mother and furious father.

When the bodyguards went to grab him, Toji smoothly shrugged their hands off his shoulders and walked out of the mansion entirely on his own terms.

"Prepare your daughter" your father barked loudly at your mother, his voice booming through the entire house. "The wedding is in exactly two days. I have had absolutely enough of this shit."

You were entirely broken. You ran upstairs to your bedroom, slamming the door shut and violently tearing off the elegant black silk dress. You could hear your mother knocking frantically on the door, but you just screamed, "Leave me the hell alone!" as you buried your face deep into your pillows, sobbing uncontrollably.

You didn't understand why Toji had acted that way. Why couldn't he have just worn the suit? Why did he have to ruin everything?

You grabbed your phone and rang Toji’s number over and over again, but he refused to pick up, making you cry even harder. As the hours passed, a dark, devastating thought began to poison your mind. You began to believe that he had done this entirely on purpose. You thought that he didn't actually want to marry you that you really had just been a casual, temporary fling to him, and this was his cowardly way of getting rid of you without having to break your heart himself.

You cried and sobbed into the dark room until your body finally gave out from exhaustion, and you fell into a heavy sleep.

The next day arrived with brutal speed. Your entire schedule was completely booked by your mother. You were dragged to a luxury parlor, where your entire body was subject to painful hair-laser treatments. You had tried calling Toji four more times four fucking times and even after your father explicitly threatened to confiscate your phone, you still managed to secretly text him twelve times. Every single message was left completely on unread.

You were sick with worry. Your entire mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of Toji, while your mother oblivious stood over you, holding up sets of immensely expensive diamond jewelry and designer wedding heels.

You hadn't eaten a single bite of food since the previous night. You felt entirely nauseous, and you wanted to scream as your family forced you to taste test different wedding cakes, when every single flavor tasted exactly like ash in your mouth.

At this point, the only option that felt comforting was swallowing a bottle of poison.

Tomorrow was going to be your wedding day. Tomorrow, you were going to walk down an aisle and hold another man’s hand instead of Toji’s. You were going to be forced to look into a stranger's eyes instead of the deep green ones you loved so fiercely. You were going to have to kiss someone else, who isn't Toji.

"I don't want any of this, Mom! Stop it!" you finally screamed, your voice cracking as the nearby servants flinched. "Just choose the fucking cake yourself! You're already choosing and deciding my entire life without even asking me if I'm happy!" You burst into violent tears, turning on your heel and sprinting back up to your room.

"Baby, please!" your mother called out after you, but she eventually just sighed, turning back to the expensive fabrics and gold trinkets.

You tried calling Toji one last time, but the automated voicemail answered. In a state of utter desperation, you called your mutual friends from the garage, but they told you that Toji hadn't been picking up his phone for them either. You were completely, entirely broken. Tomorrow was the final deadline. If you couldn't be with Toji, you didn't want to live.

You cried yourself to sleep once again, the weight of the world crushing your chest.

The wedding morning arrived like a sudden slap to the face. The entire mansion was elaborately decorated with white floral arrangements, and people woke you up at the crack of dawn. You were entirely exhausted. A team of celebrity makeup artists and high-end hairdressers crowded your room, chatting excitedly about how absolutely beautiful you looked.

And you really did look beautiful. When they finally laced you into the heavy designer wedding gown, it clung perfectly to every single curve of your body. You looked like an absolute angel descending from heaven.

But inside, you were a corpse. You had secretly tried calling Toji again and again all morning, only to fail every single time. This was it. You were finally giving up. You resigned yourself to your fate, ready to walk downstairs and marry a man whose face you barely knew.

Your bridesmaids entered the room, looking gorgeous in their matching gowns, tears welling in their eyes at the sight of you.

Your father then walked in, genuine tears in his eyes as he looked at his daughter. He walked over, pressed a soft, gentle kiss to your forehead, and left the room to let you collect your thoughts.

Finally, your mother stepped inside. The moment her eyes landed on you, she burst into heavy tears. She walked over, her hands trembling as she looked at her baby girl all grown up.

"Hey, Mommy" you whispered entirely devoid of emotion, reaching up to wipe tear from your cheek.

"Look at my baby girl... you look so breathtakingly beautiful" she whispered, her voice shaking as she gently touched your shoulders.

You simply nodded, closing your eyes. You braced yourself, waiting for her to utter the words that it was time to walk down the stairs to meet your future husband.

"Those high heels are going to be really uncomfortable while running," your mother said softly, her tone suddenly changing. "Change into a pair of flat shoes."

You blinked, staring at her in complete confusion. "Running where? To my so.called future husband?" You sighed, reaching up to adjust a pin in your hair.

"Fortunately, no," your mother whispered, a small, knowing smile breaking across her face. "Toji is waiting for you right behind the estate."

Your eyes widened to their absolute limits. For a horrifying second, you thought she was playing a cruel joke on you, but her expression was completely, entirely serious. Your breath hitched as you screamed, "What?!!!"

"Shh! Quiet, silly girl! Don't ruin it" your mother urged quickly, pushing a pair of sneakers into your hands. "Be quick. I am going to go back out there and distract the guests and your father. Put your shoes on and go through the cellar." She gave your arm a tight squeeze and quickly hurried out of the room.

You felt like you were going to explode into tears of pure disbelief. You frantically kicked off the painful designer heels, shoving your feet into the flat shoes. Bunching up the massive layers of your expensive white wedding gown in your arms, you slipped quietly out of your room. You rushed down the back staircase, bypassing the grand living room where the chatter of hundreds of guests echoed, and entered the dim basement.

You threw open the heavy cellar exit door, stepping out into the crisp morning air. You sprinted past the manicured hedges toward the back gates of the estate, pushing them open with all the strength you had left.

And there he was.

Toji was leaning casually against his black motorcycle, looking like he owned the entire world. He was smoking a cigarette, but this time, he was wearing the immaculate, expensive black suit you had bought him. In one hand, he was clutching a massive bouquet of your favorite flowers. And resting securely on the leather seat of his bike was a small, velvet ring box.

The moment his green eyes locked onto you, you let out a loud sob, sprinting forward and slamming your body directly into his broad chest.

"You came..." you whispered into his suit jacket, clutching him as if he would disappear.

"I always will" Toji murmured, his deep voice vibrating against your ear. "Now hop on the bike. And... you look absolutely breathtaking."

His eyes traveled slowly over your face, filled with a profound, quiet reverence. He was so much glad to finally have his girl in his arms. The truth was, Toji hadn't abandoned you at all. He had spent the last forty eight hours straight in the underground boxing ring, taking on the most brutal, highly dangerous high stake fights back to back just to earn enough cash to buy you the most flawless diamond ring possible. He had broken three of his ribs and his entire body was covered in deep, purple bruises hidden beneath the suitbut looking at you right now, he knew it was worth every single drop of blood.

You threw your legs over the bike, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist as he revved the engine. He tore down the street, driving incredibly fast away from your past life. You let out a loud, joyous giggle, squeezing him tighter as a massive grin broke across Toji's face.

"Where are we going?!" you shouted over the roar of the wind.

"To the registry office to make you Mrs. Fushiguro!" he called back.

Four years later.

Your hands were planted firmly on your hips as you glared at the absolute disaster area in front of you. The entire living room was completely messy the beautiful, house that you and Toji had been living in for the past few years. Toji had eventually become a highly successful, wealthy professional boxer. He was the type of rich where he had actually personally bailed your father's corporation out of a massive financial crisis a year ago when his business needed money.

And you were so happy the day Toji stood Infront of your Father and looked at him like your father had looked at him few years ago.

But right now, you were absolutely angry You had only stepped out of the house for an hour to go grocery shopping, and you had returned to find the entire living room turned into a chaotic costume party wasteland. Clothes and plastic props were strewn absolutely everywhere.

"Toji Fushiguro!!! Get your ass downstairs right now!" you yelled up the stairs.

A moment later, he emerged, stepping down the stairs. And what exactly was he wearing? A full, adult sized Batman costume. And tucked securely under his massive arm was your one year old baby boy, Megumi, who was dressed in a matching little Spider.Man outfit. Toji hadn't pulled the mask over his face, leaving his chubby and cute features completely visible.

"We are here to save the world, Mommy! Me and Spider Man!" Toji announced, lifting a chubby little Megumi high into the air like a prize lottery ticket.

You rolled your eyes hard, but a smile instantly threatened to break your angry facade. You walked over, scooping giggling Megumi into your own arms and pressing a flurry of loud kisses against his soft, chubby cheeks. The baby kicked his little legs in pure delight.

"Where are my kisses?" Toji asked, leaning his face down toward your lips.

You quickly stepped to the side, dodging him. Toji let out a dramatic gasp of offense.

"Clean up this living room right now." you ordered.

"But why is it just me?!" Toji complained loudly, tossing his plastic Batman cowl onto the floor dramatically. "Your son was actively helping me make the mess! Why am I the only one who has to clean?!"

Little Megumi let out a loud, bubbly giggle at his father's booming voice.

"See? Right there, he agrees with me," Toji grinned. He leaned over, playfully snatching Megumi back into his massive arms and blowing a loud raspberry against the baby's neck, making the toddler shriek with laughter.

"Tsk. I swear, you act like a child, Toji" you laughed, turning around to walk into the kitchen.

Before you could take a single step, Toji’s large, strong hand snaked around your waist. He pulled you flush against his chest, burying his nose deep into the crook of your neck. He began pressing soft, lingering, warm kisses against your skin while little Megumi babbled happily, pulling at Toji's costume ears.

"I have everything I could ever want right here," Toji whispered softly against your skin, making you smile deeply as you leaned back into his warmth.

[paxyfica]

Babe? No! I'm Mom!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sukuna’s jaw drops.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yuji stares at you.

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

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

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

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

Yuji then points at Sukuna. “Dada.”

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

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

“Dada babe! Juice!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jstarswrites]

In My Nature

Chapter 12

You and Sukuna moved in together a month before graduation. Having finally taken the plunge and picked the team closest to his grandfather to sign with, you and Sukuna found a place twenty minutes drive away from his childhood home. Living close by meant you could help out and on the rare occasions you couldn’t travel with Sukuna for away games, you’d have some company as Wasuke had extended an open invitation to stay with him whenever. He’d adopted you as another grandchild the day Sukuna first brought you to meet him at the hospital, and routinely referred to you as his favourite. 

You in turn adored the old man.

You’d been able to sort your research position out and would be commuting to work in the city half an hour away. Your coworkers had been happy to relocate, having ample options for places to live in the city itself and surrounding towns. Plus, with the university not too far away, you could collaborate with professors and students on projects too, which your benefactor was very pleased about. Jobs sorted out, you and Sukuna just had to get the second part finished, moving in together. 

Everyone joined in to help, the girls sad that you would be ending your shared living arrangements earlier than the rest of them, but also endlessly happy that you had found the person you wanted to spend your life with. They were content to see you settled with Sukuna, and you had never been more grateful for them. With Utahime and Nanami in charge, the actual moving part went smoothly. Which was just as well, since you’d had a fear that something would go wrong and it would all end in disaster. Sukuna had tried to convince you otherwise, but the fear didn’t go away until you were all moved in and settled.

You moved in and unpacked on the same day, rather than putting it off. You wanted to be able to wake up properly with Sukuna in the morning. You wanted to laze about, in a way you hadn’t been able to before because you shared your home with other people. Sukuna was looking forward to walking around naked, which while you weren’t going to say no to, you also thought it would present its own problems he had yet to realise. For your part, you just wanted to be able to sleep with your boyfriend without people telling you to keep it down. Your apartment walls were thick and absorbed sound, and Sukuna was looking forward to testing them out.

That first night, after Sukuna had exhausted you by getting the two of you to christen several surfaces by fucking you on them, you were laying in bed, cuddled up in his arms. You were tired, drawing circles on his skin with your fingers lazily while your other hand played with his hair, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck. He was almost laying on you, though Sukuna was always careful not to put his whole weight on you, in case he squished you. You weren’t nearly as squishy as he seemed to think, but he found it delightful, so who were you to argue?

‘Princess,’ Sukuna said softly, his voice a little muffled since he refused to move from his spot. 

‘Mmm?’

Sukuna pouted, not saying anything.

‘Baby?’

‘Better.’

You giggled. ‘Kuna!’

‘Hmmm.’ 

Sukuna hummed happily as you shook your head. 

He so rarely got like this, laying with you and letting you hold him. You tried to make sure to take care of him when you could, otherwise he would spend all his time on you and think that was fine. He needed to be taken care of once in a while, the same way you did. And you’d do whatever you needed to make sure he got that. 

‘Did you want something, baby?’ You asked him, slowly carding your fingers through his hair. 

‘You know how we say forever?’ He mused, clearly having something on his mind and needing to work through it. 

‘Yeah? If I remember correctly, it was you who said it first,’ you reminded him. ‘You said you were in this forever.’

‘And I meant it.’

You smiled. ‘I know, Kuna. I’ve never doubted you, and never will.’

‘Don’t know how I got so lucky,’ he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of your throat. ‘Everyday I’m grateful you gave me a second chance and came and tutored me.’

‘Baby,’ you breathed, barely holding it together. If he kept this up, you’d end up crying. And Sukuna hated your tears, he felt they were the enemy, and never ever wanted to see you cry. ‘It wasn’t about second chances. It was about terrible first impressions.’

‘Well, mine must have been extra terrible then.’ he said. 

‘It wasn’t great, that’s for sure,’ you giggled.

‘But you met me that day anyway.’

‘I did. And it was the single greatest thing I’ve done. Because it led to this moment, right here,’ you told him. 

Sukuna smiled. You were his everything. His heart, his world, his universe. To have you here, in his arms, in the apartment the two of you now shared, knowing you were going to be together forever… that was more than he had ever thought he would get. 

‘Like I said, I got lucky,’ he repeated.

‘Not luck, Kuna,’ you replied, fingers stroking his hair gently. ‘You and me were always supposed to be together.’

‘Hmm,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘I like that. You ever think about like multiple dimensions? Like alternate places, history, timelines? Toji and I were talking about it the other day. And I got to thinking that in every dimension, in every timeline, there’s a me and there’s a you.’

You laughed. ‘You and Toji talk about the weirdest things.’

He nodded. ‘Sometimes you gotta talk about weird things at three in the morning.’

‘True. Tell me about these alternate dimensions and timelines then.’

‘Well, if we’re together, and I mean that as in if these things exist, not the possibility that we don’t.’

‘I know, baby.’

‘Well, if we’re together, and we are together, then in every single possibility, every dimension, and every timeline, and anything else, we are together. Because that’s how it’s meant to be.’

Okay.

That did it. 

Now you were crying. 

‘Kunaaaaa,’ you wailed, startling your boyfriend. 

‘Oh shit,’ he swore, pulling you into his arms and moving so you were sitting on his lap as he leaned against the headboard of your shared bed. ‘I’m sorry!’

‘No, these are happy tears,’ you said, between sobs. 

‘That’s a thing?!’

‘Yes,’ you managed, burying your head in his chest. 

It took a moment before you had calmed down enough to speak. 

‘Sorry, baby,’ you said, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. ‘Didn’t mean to scare you.’

‘You know I hate it when you cry,’ he grumbled, but there was no heat in it. ‘What did I say wrong?’

‘Not wrong, Kuna. They were happy tears.’

‘I don’t get it.’ He screwed up his face in confusion and looked so adorable you had to place a soft kiss to the tip of his nose making him laugh.

‘You said something so beautiful, so full of love, that it made me cry,’ you explained. ‘Because I could feel how much you meant it.’

‘Of course I meant it,’ he said simply. ‘I said forever, that means forever, whatever timeline, whatever dimension.’

‘Yes,’ you breathed. ‘And that’s why I cried, because I feel that way too, and I am so, so, so happy that we get to be together.’

He watched you for a moment.

‘So forever, that means ‘til we’re old and grey, right?’ He checked.

‘Yes, baby. Til we’re old and grey.’

‘So like... ‘til death do we part, then?’ 

You met his eyes. ‘I… if that’s something you want, Kuna, we can talk about it.’

‘Of course it’s something I want,’ he replied, raising an eyebrow at your words. ‘I already call you mine. Being able to do so officially? Fuck yeah.’

You giggled, kissing him softly for a moment. 

‘You want to call me your wife?’ You said, as he took your hand in his. 

‘Yes.’

You smiled at him, and it took his breath away.

‘I don’t have a ring, and I know we just moved in together, and I know I suck at words-’

‘You did okay earlier with the dimensions and timelines.’

‘Alright, occasionally I’m okay at them.’

‘Better.’

You laughed and he smiled, shaking his head at you.

‘I didn’t plan anything, but I don’t think you can or should for these things. I think… I think it should be when it feels right, and it should come from the heart,’ he said, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment, before moving back to meet your eyes. 

‘So, brat, princess, pretty girl... will you marry me?’

You gasped. 

‘Kuna…’

You kissed him, pouring all your love and devotion into it, letting him know everything you felt for him. 

You pulled back, panting, Sukuna doing the same, breathing hard.

‘Yes,’ you told him simply.

He kissed you again.

In every dimension, in every timeline.

There was a Sukuna, and there was a you.

And you were together.

Forever.

Aaand we've come to the end! Feel like it was only yesterday I posted the first chapter, though really its been almost two weeks. I loved writing this, it's one of my favourite things I've ever written, and I'm so glad you all liked it! Your likes, reblogs, and comments really made my day whenever I saw them. The response to this fic has been so amazing and I'm so thankful to you all!

I'm definitely gonna continue the hybrid smau layout, I really liked writing little scenes that you cant get across via fake texts and everyone seems to really vibe with/like that too :)

I cannot wait to do this all again for the other jjk boys, I'm thinking Gojo will be the next one... though Choso keeps creeping in cause I keep seeing frat! Choso and yeah... 🤦‍♀️😂 so it could be either let's be real lol

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Dadgumi is such a push over!

Back in his teenage years Megumi always assumed that children just weren’t for him. He didn’t want a sticky child constantly chasing after him and draining his bank account.

When he married you Megumi realised that maybe children weren’t so bad, I mean you’re perfect in his eyes, a miniature version could only be cuter.

While you were pregnant Megumi presumed that his least favourite part of parenting would be changing dirty diapers or cleaning up vomit.

What really ended up being his least favourite—and hardest?

Having to scold his baby girl.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Megumi’s uncharacteristically soft voice traveled through the room, soft sniffles and protests following his words.

“Papa! Papa up!” The four year old wailed, small hands grabbing at the air above her in an attempt to grasp her dad’s attention. “You were naughty princess, mama said you have to stay in time out.

Megumi avoided his daughter’s eyes, arms folded at his chest in an effort to try and at least look serious about the punishment.

But she didn’t miss the way his face twitched at her cries, how his eyes softened, his frown faltering.

Her snivelling continued on, tiny feet stomping in frustration when Megumi only turned his face further. “Just 10 minutes okay princess? I’ll keep you in the naughty corner for 10 minutes then we can play.”

He stayed looming over her, hands now twitching as he tried to stop himself from just scooping his fussy daughter into his arms.

Megumi tried to persevere, he really really did, but four little words caused his demeanour to come crashing down.

“Papa no love me!”

Within seconds she was swooped off the floor and into his arms. He cooed softly, bouncing the young girl in his arms while whispering ‘papa loves you’ over and over until her wailing ceased.

“It’s okay sweetheart, look papa will get you some juice then we can play outside on the swings. How is that? Don’t cry sweet baby, papa loves you.” She nodded eagerly, a toothy smile spreading across her face. “Just—just don’t tell mama, okay?”

“Don’t tell me what?”

The two froze, neither turning to meet your gaze as you stood in the doorway. “Megs did you take her out of timeout again? She needs to learn.”

He turned to face you, a small pout evident on his lips. “Was telling her off not enough? She’s learnt her lesson, haven’t you baby?” You daughter held a similar expression, fiercely nodding along to her father’s words while her tiny fists curled into his shirt. “If you say so.”

Megumi stretched out one arm to you, a soft smile creeping its way onto his face as he quietly beckoned you over. You rolled your eyes, catching your daughter’s sly gaze as you sulked over to the two of them.

“You are a spoiled little girl.” You teased while pinching her chubby cheek. She squealed out and wriggled further into Megumi, “Papas fault.”

“Yes, it is papa’s fault.”

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Synopsis Tigerhybrid!sukuna gets territorial over you.

ꨄ︎ Tags toxic sukuna,bar fight, possessive sukuna, spanking, mating press, p in v, short and sweet drabbles, snow leopardhybrid!reader, jealous sukuna, feral sukuna, creampie, biting, hickies, kissing, doggy position, ruts, marking,scenting, overstimulation?

“Sukuna-! Ah-! Calm down…he was only being nice to me-!” Your sharp claws are digging into the tan tattooed skin of his back as he rolls and swivels his hips cruelly- bruising your cervix with the swollen red tip of his cock.

A jealous Sukuna won’t bother to acknowledge your pleas. You don’t even think he can hear you through the wet smacks from where you two connect.

His face is buried impossibly deep in your scent glands, his rough tongue scraping the sensitive scent glands on your neck.

“He shouldn’t have even looked in your direction, not when I’ve marked you as my mate, not when you smell like me, and especially not with the rock on your hand.”

He’s foaming at the mouth recounting the scene, it only drives him deeper into your velvety walls.

It all started when you two were having a nice date at the local bar. 

What was supposed to be a time shared between the two of you was ruined when a snow leopard hybrid tried to make small talk with you.

He was cheeky, looked younger, and was far too comfortable, too confident. The second he made his way to you, Sukuna clocked out his plan.

You were too oblivious to realize it, that’s what pissed him off more. The male had seen you from across the bar and made his way to you, his bright blue eyes fixed solely on you. 

Sukuna's jaw clenched. The stranger hadn’t even acknowledged him.

"Well, aren't you a rare sight?" the snow leopard purred, leaning casually against the table. "I don't think I've ever seen another snow leopard around here. The name is Satoru.”

Sukuna's striped tail slid around your waist possessively, pulling you closer against his side.

The guy had still not noticed him.

"A beautiful one, too," he said, his voice smooth as silk.

Sukuna's eye twitched, the glass in his grip almost shattering.

You blinked, caught off guard by the compliment.

"Oh, thank you,” you laughed, flattered but startled, wary of Sukuna behind you.

He leaned forward, almost face-to-face with you.

"A pretty little minx like you wouldn't mind if I bought her a drink, would she?"

The bar seemed to quiet down to Sukuna, his senses narrowing down to the bastard in front of him.

"That's very kind, but I'm actually-,” you tried to decline when Sukuna cut in politely.

"My wife isn't interested."

He looked at Sukuna, his expression turning mocking.

“Relax, dude. I’m just being nice,”

Sukuna sat still like a statue, eyes bloodshot and dark with pure hatred and violence. That was his wife he was talking to, his mate with his scent marked all over her— his territory. Every inch of him radiated predator in hunting mode.

"You know," he said, still looking at you, "I think she'd rather answer for herself."

His stool screeched against the bar’s wooden floor, his body ready to lunge at the man, ready to claw that stupid smirk off of his pretty-boy face.

"Sukuna," you tried warning him, but it was too late.

Glasses shattered, people screamed, and it was a full-on tussle on the ground. Satoru had narrowly dodged the first strike, nearly losing his right eye.

The place lit up in chaos. People called for security, chairs scraped, people shouted in panic, all whilst you tried to get Sukuna off the poor guy. 

“Sukuna for Christ’s sake!” you yelled over the commotion, trying to grasp his shoulder to no avail.

"You think you can flirt with my mate?" he snarled, his next punch landing clearly on the guy’s face.

Satoru’s head slammed back against the floor. He spat out a tooth, his fang to be exact.

"I didn't know-”

"You knew."

At some point amidst his red haze, your voice snapped him out of it. Behind you were two security guards ready to kick you two out.

Sukuna got up, dusting himself off, knuckles bruised and bloodied. He followed the guards outside, ignoring your scolding.

The ride home was tense to say the least. You were yelling at him, telling him he overreacted and that you could handle yourself.

He didn’t care, nor does he care now.

He had to show you you were his, show the world that you belong to only him, and no one else should even dare approach you unless they wanted to die.

At home, he’d shut you up by pinning you against your bedroom wall, then throwing you onto the bed where he tore off your clothes, claiming that he had to stake his claim on you more thoroughly to avoid further problems.

Is he jealous and possessive to the point of toxicity? Yes, and honestly, deep down, you were right where you wanted to be.

He draped your legs over his broad shoulders, caging you in a mating press. Your breasts are pressing fully against his firm chest, your back stuck in a tight arch as all you can do is take his mean, punishing thrusts. 

His mouth trails down to bite every inch of your skin he can reach. Your neck, collarbone, shoulders, and chest. He’ll have you wearing turtle necks for days.

Bruises and hickies flourish across your skin, blooming in swollen shades of red and purple, each bite more tender than the last. His wet tongue does little to calm the sharp stinging of your blemished skin. His neck bite is deeper, his sharp fangs digging into your skin almost to the point of bleeding. 

“Babe, relax-“ you gasp, trying to shove his face away and stop his assault.

He grabs your arms and pins them beside your head. His pupils are thin silts in a pool of bright crimson.

“Don’t fucking push me.” His tone is low and dangerous. You kept quiet, round ears flat on your head in a mix of fear and arousal.

“I’ll brand you from the inside out.” He presses impossibly deeper, hitting the spot inside you that makes your cunt flutter and tighten around him like a vice.

“Whose pussy is this?” He hisses in demand, tail lashing behind him like a whip.

“Yours! It’s yours, Sukuna !” Your voice is airy and broken, tears threatening to fall from just how cruel and mean he’s fucking you.

“Damn right it is. This is my pussy to fuck.” He crashes his mouth into your teeth and all, tongue tangling in a rough battle.

You mumble against his mouth, gasping for air once he pulls away.

He leans back slightly, watching your tummy clench and flex each time he slams back into you.

Your body feels hot, your mind is foggy, and you’re overwhelmed by the large amount of pheromones he’s releasing. Did this whole situation kickstart his rut?

“You’re close, aren’t ya? I feel it…fuck..” he grunts, his grip on your arms loosening so he could pin your knees to the sides of your head instead.

You nod rapidly, your entire body tense, ready to burst.

He pounds into you a few times, watching his cock disappear into your creamy folds.

Your vision suddenly flashes, mouth gaping open as you convulse and let a moan rip from your throat. He follows after, pumping you full of his hot seed.

You lay there, bruised and bitten, still half buzzed from the bad and half from your orgasm.

He smirks, fangs glinting in the low light. 

“Hey, stay with me now.” He pats your cheek, watching your glazed eyes focus on him.

“We’re not done til you can only remember my name.”

He flips you onto your stomach, slapping your ass hard so you’d perk up into doggy position, presenting your gooey cunt to him.

“Good girl, listening to your husband,” he coos, rubbing your sore ass cheek while his other hand aligns himself before thrusting forward smoothly.

You yelp, clawing the pillows in front of you as if they’d save you from your fate.

His hand presses your head against the pillows, muffling your pleading cries for mercy. His body looms over yours hot and tense as he fucks you stupid over and over again.

HIs breathing is ragged, the only sounds in the room being your weak cries, your body's connecting, and the quaky bedframe hitting the wall.

You’re drooling now, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you cum hard from Sukuna’s sharp teeth sinking on the nape of your neck and spilling hot ropes of his nectar inside your womb again.

“You’ll look so pretty with my cubs. That way people will know you’re with me for good.”

[malaccah]

— 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙.

Post-Shinjuku Arc | POV Hana Kurusu | Unrequited Love | Angst with a Happy Ending (not for Hana) | Healing & Recovery | Established Relationship | Family Dynamics | Fluff and Angst | Character Study | Generational Legacy | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Bittersweet | Married Life | Next Generation | Spoilers

Synopsis: The war is over, and Megumi Fushiguro is broken. While Hana Kurusu desperately hopes her devotion can save him from his trauma, she quickly realizes she is just a reminder of the battle. You are his only anchor. Through Hana’s heartbroken perspective, this story follows Megumi’s healing journey—from his raw confession declaring you his safe haven, to your marriage, and finally to the laughter of your children. A bittersweet tale of unconditional love and survival, where Megumi finds his ultimate happy ending in your arms, leaving Hana alone in the shadows of an unrequited love.

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The air in Tokyo still tasted like ash, even months after the dust of Shinjuku had finally settled. For Hana Kurusu, the silence was the hardest part to get used to. Angel’s voice in her head was quiet now, a fading echo of a war that had torn the world—and their souls—apart. But the physical scars weren’t the ones that kept Hana awake at night. It was the hollow look in Megumi Fushiguro’s eyes.

Ever since he had been pulled back from the brink of Sukuna’s possession, Megumi had been a ghost walking among the living. He carried the weight of the bodies dropped, the cities leveled, and the sister lost. He barely spoke. He barely ate. Hana had stayed by his side, nursing her own wounds, secretly hoping that her presence, her devotion, and the fact that she had helped save him would mean something. She wanted to be the light that guided him out of his underworld.

But Hana was just a reminder of the battle. She wasn’t his savior. You were.

Hana stood at the end of the hospital corridor, the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting long, stark shadows on the linoleum floor. She was holding a small bouquet of wildflowers she’d spent an hour picking near the campus ruins, a frail attempt to bring color into his bleak world. But she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the door to Megumi’s room was already ajar.

Through the crack, she saw him. For the first time in what felt like centuries, Megumi wasn’t staring blankly at the wall. He was sitting up, his dark, unruly hair falling over his forehead, his bandaged hands gripping the edge of the white hospital sheet.

And he was looking at you.

You were sitting in the plastic chair beside his bed, your fingers gently tracing the knuckles of his uninjured hand. You looked exhausted, bags under your eyes and clothes wrinkled from days of refusing to leave the premises, but to Megumi, it was clear you were the only thing anchored to reality.

“You should be resting, Y/N.” Megumi’s voice was incredibly raw, a low, gravelly rasp that Hana had rarely heard him use with anyone else. “You’ve been here for three days straight. Go home.”

“I am home,” you replied softly, your voice a soothing balm that seemed to visibly ease the tension in his rigid shoulders. “Right here. I’m not leaving you, Megumi. Not again.”

Hana felt a sharp, cold prickle in her chest. She took a half-step back into the shadows of the hallway, clutching the stems of the wildflowers a little too tightly.

Megumi closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling sharply as if fighting back a wave of suffocating memories. When he opened them, the usual emotional barricades he kept raised against the entire world were entirely gone. There was a desperate, terrifying vulnerability in his dark green irises.

“When I was down there... in the dark,” Megumi whispered, his voice trembling slightly, a rare crack in his stoic facade. “When I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and everything felt like a sin I couldn't wash off... I didn't think about the Jujutsu world. I didn't think about the clan. I just thought of you.”

Hana’s breath hitched. She pressed her back against the cool hallway wall, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

“Megumi...” you started, but he cut you off, his grip on your hand tightening, refusing to let you pull away.

“Let me speak, please. If I don't say it now, I'll bury it forever,” he urged, his gaze locked onto yours with a fierce, burning intensity. “Hana... everyone... they look at me and they see a victim, or a weapon, or a leader they need to rebuild this broken society. They look at me and see Shinjuku. But you... you just see me. You’ve always been my safe haven, Y/N. Before the seals broke, before the culling game, and even more so now. I am broken. I know that. But if you'll have me... I want to spend the rest of my life trying to be whole for you. I love you.”

From her hiding place, Hana watched a tear finally escape Megumi’s eye, tracking down his scarred cheek. It was a confession born from the ashes of devastation—a raw, unyielding declaration of a love that had survived the worst curse in history.

And as she looked down at the bright, useless flowers in her hand, Hana realized with a crushing, agonizing certainty that there would never, ever be a space for her in Megumi Fushiguro’s heart. You held the key to his soul, and she was just a spectator to a healing process she could never be a part of.

Months bled into a year, and Tokyo slowly began to reconstruct itself from the skeletal remains left by the war. The sorcerer society was changing, but for Hana, time felt entirely stagnant. Her arm—the one ripped away by Sukuna—still suffered from phantom pains on rainy days, but it was nothing compared to the ache that swelled in her chest every time she visited the campus grounds.

Because everywhere she looked, she saw the two of you.

Megumi had finally been discharged from the hospital, and though the shadows under his eyes remained, they were no longer pitch-black pits of despair. He was healing. He was smiling again—rare, genuine smiles that curled the corners of his lips. But those smiles were a currency he only spent on you.

Hana sat on the vending machine bench, her fingers tightly wrapped around a cold can of coffee. From this distance, she had a perfect view of the courtyard. You were sitting on the grass, a textbook open in your lap, while Megumi sat beside you. He wasn't paying attention to the pages. His gaze was entirely fixed on your face, his hand gently reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“You’re staring again, Fushiguro,” you murmured, not looking up from your notes, though a bright blush crept up your neck. “If you don't study, Gojo-sensei's old records won't organize themselves.”

“Let them stay messy,” Megumi replied, his voice softer, lighter than Hana had ever thought possible. “I’d rather look at you.”

You finally looked up, letting out a soft laugh that echoed through the quiet courtyard, hitting Hana’s ears like a physical blow. You leaned forward and pressed a quick, tender kiss to his cheek. Megumi didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. Instead, he pulled you closer by the waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if you were his oxygen.

Hana looked down at her coffee can, her knuckles turning white. It felt like a cruel joke. She was the one who had admired him from afar for years. She was the one who had crossed paths with destiny to save him. Yet, in the story of Megumi Fushiguro’s recovery, Hana was nothing but a footnote. A background character.

A few days later, Hana found herself walking behind the two of you through the bustling streets of Shibuya, which was finally coming back to life. It was your first official date in the city, and she had coincidentally run into you. You, being kind and completely oblivious to her suffering, had invited her to walk with you.

It was pure torture.

The city was loud, but all Hana could focus on was the way Megumi’s fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. He was hyper-vigilant, keeping his body positioned between you and the crowd, protecting you from the slightest jostle.

“Are you cold, Y/N?” Megumi asked suddenly, stopping near a storefront. The autumn breeze was starting to pick up.

“A little,” you admitted, shivering slightly. “But I'm fine, really.”

Without a second thought, Megumi unbuttoned his heavy dark coat, wrapping it around your shoulders before you could even protest. He pulled the lapels together, his face only inches from yours as he secured it.

“I told you to wear layers,” he chided gently, though his eyes were warm, filled with an devotion that made Hana’s stomach turn. “Don't make me worry.”

“You worry too much anyway,” you teased, burying your face into the collar of his coat, which clearly smelled of his signature sandalwood and rain scent.

Megumi leaned down, his lips meeting yours right there on the sidewalk. It wasn't a hidden kiss in a hospital room anymore; it was public, confident, and completely unbothered by the world around him. He was proud to belong to you.

Hana stopped walking, letting the crowd surge past her, separating her from the two of you. She watched your retreating figures—you, drowned in his oversized coat, and him, with his arm draped securely over your shoulders.

She looked down at her own bare, trembling hands. Nobody was checking to see if she was cold. Nobody was holding her hand to keep her anchored. She was completely alone in the world they had all fought so hard to save. Their happy ending had begun, and it was built on the complete erasure of her own hopes.

Years didn't just heal the wounds of the past; they buried them under the mundane routines of peace. The Jujutsu world had stabilized, and Megumi Fushiguro had taken his place as a pillar of the new era. He was stronger, wiser, and completely grounded. Everyone praised his growth, but Hana knew the truth. He wasn't strong for the Jujutsu world; he was strong so he could build a safe life for you.

And today was the culmination of that strength.

The traditional shrine was surrounded by blooming cherry blossoms, their pink petals drifting through the spring air like soft confetti. Hana stood near the back of the courtyard, dressed in a formal kimono that felt far too tight around her chest, suffocating her. She watched the guests chat, laugh, and celebrate. Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, Nobara—everyone was there, beaming with a joy that had been earned through blood and tears.

Then, the doors opened.

Hana’s breath caught in her throat. You stepped out, wearing a flawless white shiromuku wedding kimono. You looked breathtaking, radiant, and completely at peace. But Hana didn’t look at you for long. Her eyes immediately drifted to Megumi.

He was standing at the altar, dressed in his formal black robes. The man who had once been defined by shadows, cynicism, and a death wish was looking at you as if you were the dawn after a lifetime of night. His breath visibly hitched, and for a split second, his stoic mask completely crumbled, replaced by a raw, overwhelming awe.

As you walked down the aisle toward him, Megumi didn't wait for you to reach the altar. He stepped forward, breaking tradition, and reached out to take your hand early.

“You look... incredible, Y/N,” Megumi whispered, his voice cracking slightly with emotion, completely ignoring the soft, teasing chuckles from Yuji and Nobara behind him.

“You don't look too bad yourself, Fushiguro,” you replied, your eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness as you squeezed his hand.

“I promised you a life where you wouldn't have to cry anymore,” Megumi said softly, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had managed to escape your eyes. “I intend to keep that promise every single day.”

Hana watched them exchange their vows, the traditional sake cups raised and drained, sealing their souls together for eternity. Every word Megumi spoke was a dagger to her heart, but she couldn't look away. It was a beautiful, agonizing execution of her last remaining illusions.

Later, during the reception, the alcohol flowed and the atmosphere grew lively. Hana found herself sitting at a corner table, nursing a cup of sake she barely tasted. She watched you and Megumi dance—or rather, sway slowly to the music. Megumi had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, his chin resting gently on top of your head. You had your eyes closed, listening to his heartbeat.

“Hana, right?” A voice interrupted her thoughts. It was one of the younger sorcerers, offering her a polite smile. “Aren't you going to congratulate them? You were a big part of why Fushiguro-san is even here today, after all.”

Hana’s smile felt like cracked porcelain on her face.

“I think... they have everything they need right there,” Hana replied, her voice hollow, dropping to a whisper. “They don't need my congratulations.”

She stood up, leaving her drink behind, and quietly slipped out of the reception hall before anyone could notice her departure. She walked out into the cool spring night, the distant sounds of laughter and music fading behind her.

She looked up at the moon, the same moon that had witnessed the horrors of Shinjuku. Megumi had built a fortress of love and security around you, a sanctuary where no curses could ever touch you again. He was whole. He was happy. And Hana was finally forced to swallow the bitter truth: she had saved his life, but she had never been destined to live it with him. She was a ghost from a war he had gladly left behind to be with you.

More years collapsed into the past, turning the horrors of Shinjuku into distant chapters in history textbooks. The world had moved on, and so had the survivors. But moving on meant different things for different people. For Megumi and you, it meant building a legacy born from love, not curses.

For Hana, it meant becoming a permanent ghost in the background of your perfect life.

It was a warm summer afternoon when Hana found herself walking near the traditional estate Megumi had reclaimed for his family. She hadn't intended to visit—she rarely did anymore, the pain was too acute—but she had been delivering a report to the nearby Jujutsu branch. As she passed the tall wooden gates of your home, a sound stopped her dead in her tracks.

It was the high-pitched, melodic laughter of children.

Hana stepped closer, peering through the gap in the wooden fence. The sight that met her eyes felt like a beautiful, devastating painting.

The backyard was lush and green. There, sitting on the wooden engawa porch, were you and Megumi. You looked older, softer, a mature grace radiating from you as you leaned against his shoulder. Megumi had his arm wrapped securely around your waist, his dark hair now slightly shorter, but his eyes... his eyes had never been brighter.

In the middle of the grass, two small children were playing. A boy, about four years old, with your eyes and Megumi’s unruly dark hair, was clumsily trying to summon a shadow puppet. Beside him, a younger girl with a bright, wide smile was chasing a pair of harmless, glowing divine dogs—smaller, gentler manifestations Megumi had created just to make his children laugh.

“Look, Papa! I did it! I made a bird!” the little boy shouted proudly, holding up his tiny hands in the shape of a wing, casting a faint shadow on the grass.

Megumi’s face softened into an expression of pure, unadulterated adoration—a look he used to only give to you, but now shared with the family you had given him. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head before calling out to his son.

“Good job, Hisashi,” Megumi said, his voice deep, warm, and brimming with pride. “But keep your wrists firmer. Like this. Your mother always tells me you inherit my stubbornness, so make sure you inherit my technique too.”

“Hey! I am not stubborn,” you laughed, gently nudging his ribs with your elbow.

“You stayed by my side in a hospital room for days when the whole world was burning, Y/N,” Megumi murmured, his tone dropping into that familiar, intensely private cadence that always made Hana’s heart bleed. He pulled you closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “You are the most stubborn person I know. And thank God for that. Because of you, they have a world where they can just be kids. Because of you, I am alive to see it.”

“I love you, Megumi,” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you more, Y/N. Always.”

Hana stepped back, her boot clicking against the stone pavement. The sound was entirely drowned out by the happy giggles of your children and the barks of the shadow wolves.

She walked away from the estate, her head bowed, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. Tears, cold and silent, finally began to track down her cheeks.

There was no malice in her heart for you, nor for Megumi. That was the most tragic part. You were a wonderful mother, a perfect wife, and the absolute savior of the man she had loved in silence for a lifetime. Megumi deserved this peace. He had suffered enough for three lifetimes, and you had given him the happy ending he earned.

But as Hana looked up at the vast, empty blue sky, she realized her own story had ended a long time ago. She had played her part in the war, saved the boy she adored, and in return, the world had given her nothing but a front-row seat to his happiness with someone else.

She was completely alone, a forgotten relic of a dark past, walking down a lonely path while Megumi and you thrived in the beautiful, sunlit sanctuary of the life you had built together.

This bittersweet story was a special request for @alebrasil0101! Seeing Megumi finally find his peace and safe haven in your arms warms my heart, even if Hana had to watch from the shadows. I really hope you all enjoyed this emotional journey into their future! Thank you so much for reading! ♡

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[ryomenlettuce]

sukunatuna ⟡ ݁₊ fluff

the party was loud with flashing lights and people swaying back and forth. you were standing with a couple friends, moving to the music casually as they talked. you couldn't really hear them so you just kept dancing.

not even a second later, you felt an arm wrap around your waist and a broad chest against your back.

"people are staring." the person whispered. his breath caressed your cheeks softly. his arm pulled you closer as if to show everyone that you were his and he wasn't sharing.

sukuna swayed with you side to side, kissing your bare shoulder softly and lovingly. he stayed with you the whole night, even staying through a little gossip session with your friends.

when he got to your house he parked and looked at you. he admired you for a few seconds before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

his hands cupped your jaw as his lips moved on yours for a few seconds.

"i'll pick you up for breakfast at nine. be ready."

you hummed, getting out of the car. he followed after you and walked you up to your door.

"get some rest." he whispered while cupping your cheeks. he kissed your forehead before pulling away.

you smiled and kissed his chin.

"good night, kuna."

he placed a hand on your waist and nudged his nose with yours.

"good night, beautiful."

you smiled one last time before unlocking your door and walking in, but before you closed the door you looked at him.

"i love you, sukunatuna."

you closed to the door quickly, but you still heard him mumble a quiet 'don't call me that.'

you walked to your room and threw everything on the bed. you took your heels off your burning feet and laid down.

your phone buzzed next to you.

ryomensoldier : i love you too 🫦 ryomensoldier : wait ryomensoldier : wrong emoji ryomensoldier : 🩷 ryomensoldier : its pink like my hair

you : go home kuna

ryomensoldier : fine goodnight 🫦 ryomensoldier : stupid emojis

@akaashiit this was for you sura

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[cloverbbun]

── ⟢ 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡

♯┆ Nanami spent another night doing paperwork instead of taking care of you. so you take matters into your own hands and distract him a little.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! fem!reader, CEO!Nanami, cockwarming, Nanami losing his patience and bending you over the desk, creampie, very little aftercare | 1.2k words

reblog to get bent over the desk by Nanami ♡

The light was shining through the cracks of Nanami's office door, stretching shadows across the hallway as he worked through yet another stack of contracts. His shirt was still perfectly buttoned, although his tie hung loosely from his neck by now. As you walked closer, you could see the way he rolled up his sleeves up to the elbows and how his veins flexed in his forearms as he typed frantically on the keyboard. Your husband looked untouchable like this - cold, focused and every bit the CEO who ran his company with ruthless efficiency.

But to you, he was still your husband, and the ache between your thighs from watching him choose his work over an evening with you was enough to drive you to the brink of insanity. So you entered the room and padded over to where he sat, your robe loose on your shoulders.

"Kento," your voice was just above a whisper as you slid onto his lap, facing him and making him look at you. His jaw twitched and his hands still hovered over the keyboard when you leaned in, your lips brushing the curve of his jaw. "Please, just let me sit on it. I'll be quiet... I just want you." You didn't care how desperate you sounded for him, it was the truth after all.

He exhaled through his nose, already resigned when his eyes met yours. "You never mean it when you say that you'll behave," he pointed out but his hands still moved to his belt to loosen it.

You only wore panties beneath the robe, so you slipped them to the side, already wet and ready for him after playing with yourself before coming into his office. When he finally freed his cock, thick and heavy in his fist, you couldn't help but to whine softly at the sight of it. He let you guide him, hands braced on his shoulders as you slowly sank down onto his hard length until he was buried to the hilt. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly as you bit down onto your lip to keep a needy moan from spilling out too loudly - you promised to behave after all.

The stretch his cock provided was intoxicating, feeling so full that your mind couldn't focus on anything else but how good he makes you feel simply by being inside of you. You settled on his lap with your head resting against his shoulder as he typed away on his laptop while your thighs trembled every time his cock pulsed deep inside you. One is his hands was planted firmly onto your hip to keep you still while he used the other to type or sign papers.

At first you thought that you could handle it - just the weight of him settled inside of you, the warmth of his body against yours and the soft sound of his pen scratching on paper. But sooner than later, every small shift of his legs and every faint roll of his hips as he adjusted himself in his chair had you twitching, your pussy fluttering helplessly around him.

"Kento please..." you whimpered, letting your hips roll once just the tiniest bit and his hand clamped tightly onto your hips right away. "I told you to sit still," his voice was commanding, cutting through the otherwise silent room.

"I can't," you breathed as you clutch his shirt at the shoulders gently. Your cunt squeezed him tightly, slick dripping down his length. "Please, Kento... I need more." You beg for it this time.

His jaw clenched again and he tilted his head just enough to look at you over the rim of his glasses. "You asked for this. You said you'd be quiet. Now sit still or-"

But you did it again, as if you wanted to dare him to do something about it - grinding forward and clenching down on him as if you wanted to milk him dry.

That was all it took for his composure to snap. With one rough groan he shoved his chair back and stood, keeping you stuffed full as he carried you the few steps to his desk where he laid you down unceremoniously. Papers scattered around you and his pen rolled off the desk but he didn't care.

"You never fucking listen," he muttered angrily before pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you. The sudden and almost brutal thrust had you gasping, trying to hold onto the desk as he set a merciless pace.

Each thrust drove you further up the desk, your back pressing against the cold wood and his balls slapped against your ass with every thrust as your own arousal formed a puddle beneath you, undoubtedly staining some of his important papers. The desk creaked under the force of him, every thrust hitting your sweet spot and leaving your cunt to gush around him.

You tried to beg for forgiveness, tried to say anything coherent, but all that came out were broken whines and moans as the tip of his cock rocked into your g-spot over and over again. One hand made its way between you to play with your bundle of nerves as the other held onto your hip to keep you in place, leaving bruises behind from how hard he held onto you.

"You wanted my attention," he gritted out between thrusts and leaned down to kiss you shortly. "And now you have it."

Your orgasm washed over you before you could even comprehend his words, your body spasming and your walls clamping down on him like a vice. You sobbed into your hand from the intense feeling, shaking as your climax ripped through you, but Nanami didn't slow down. He chased his own release with sharp thrust while his fingers still played with your overly sensitive clit. He buried himself inside of you all the way when he came, your name falling from his lips like a broken prayer as his cum painted your walls white. Your body was shaking like a leaf from the overwhelming feeling of it all.

Before you were able to even catch your breath, he lifted you off the desk once again, still seated snug around his cock as he carried you back to his chair. He sat down with you in his lap where he pulled you close against his chest. This time, you were entirely spent, your limbs still trembling and your pussy fluttering weekly around him as he adjusted his papers and picked his pen back up. Nanami brought his one arm around you, absentmindedly caressing every inch of skin he could reach as if he hadn't just fucked you senseless.

He hummed softly when you cuddled up against his chest. "Now, can you sit still and let me finish this?" It was more an order than a request but you'd obey this time.

You let out a soft, sleepy whine, but the feeling of him buried inside of you was almost soothing now. The steady rhythm of his breathing along with the soft scratch of his pen against the paper lulled you into drowsiness while his half hard cock was still inside of you. Your eyes eventually fluttered shut and your body melted into his, falling asleep while cockwarming him like you'd wanted to all along.

Nanami kept working, unbothered by what just happened as he held you securely to his chest, his cock still buried deep inside of you where it belonged.

[vhyunjinverse]

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

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

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

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

𐙚 Satoru Gojo ! ft. 𐙚 Suguru Geto !

[blowjob, slight hair pulling]

It all started at frat!jo's party.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𐙚 Choso Kamo !

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

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

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

“Stop..teasing Cho.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𐙚 Nanami Kento !

[choking, squirting]

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

“M-M’sorry Nana- f—fuck s’too deep-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𐙚 Toji Fushiguro ! ft. Ryomen Sukuna !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suguru Geto?”

“Yeah that one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tch, he pumped you full too.”

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

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

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

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

“Let us show you grown men fuck.”

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

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

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

“Can’t take it-“

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

“M-Mhm..feels s’good don’t it?”

“Yes—! Yesohfuckohfuck”

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

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

“To—ji!” You whimper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

𐙚 Hiromi Higurama !

[public sex, pussy eating]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes—fuck yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hiro…are there cameras in here?”

[heartkaji]

currently thinking about husband!gojo who wants nothing more than to look like superman in the eyes of his pretty little wife <3

it’s not like gojo loves helping out around the house, but the awestruck look you give him when he fixes the loose floorboard in the upstairs attic is its own reward. it’s not like gojo loves helping out around the house, but the way you gasp and clutch his bicep when you wake up to find your microwave is suddenly fixed is quite literally its own reward. satoru thinks you’re so damn cute; truth be told, it took him three youtube videos & a reddit thread to do both but who said his pretty little wife needed to know that ?

you get especially amazed when gojo faces anything that has to do with electricity. when the power went out while you were cooking in the kitchen, you yelped like you had just seen a ghost. satoru was by your side only a minute later, phone flashlight in hand. he kisses your head with soft lips & tells you to stay right there because ‘don’t worry baby, your husband’s got it covered.’

minutes later he’s in the basement with a toolbox & you’re waiting for him at the top of the stairs, too scared to go down to the dim lit basement. more sooner than later the power comes back on, and excitedly you’re running down to join your husband who stands beside the power box, a smug grin plastered across his face.

“toru, you’re amazing ! how did you do that ?!”

gojo kisses your forehead. “didn’t i tell you not to worry, sweetheart ? it’s a bit complicated so don’t stress about it, alright ?”

truth be told, the circuit breaker had simply tripped off so all he had to do was flip a couple switches, reddit thread in hand—but once again, his pretty little wife didn’t need to know that.

HEARTKAJI. do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload.

rewrite of my old hq drabble <3

[imm0rtalrain]

I KNOW DADA

[weepingkiki]

rιɴɢѕ oɴ.... worĸ?

«They called you wife but you guys aren't married yet»

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ 𝔐𝔇𝔑ℑ, ★ 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭-𝔬𝔫, ★ 𝔭𝔢𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤, ★ 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶 ★ 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨, ★ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰, ★ 𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣, ★ 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱, ★ 𝔊𝔬𝔧𝔬. ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

[luxxsoda]

SMAU: Dad!Toji x Pregnant!reader

Synopsis: tooth rotting fluff (Toji is so down bad)

Authors note: please accept this as my humble apology for the previous, angsty smau<3

Thanks for reading! likes, reblogs & comments are all appreciated𑣲⋆

[tescobigb0y]

Chef!Sukuna and his foodie girlfriend!

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Decided to make a part 2 cause yall liked part 1 so much☺️!! Thank you all for the love 💟!! Also clock the lack of watermarks…ibis paint my saviour.

[auelisse-deactivated20260603]

heian!sukuna with an overly sweet spoiled wife ♥︎

sfw drabble, sukuna vv much loves you (ironic lol), fluff, highk ooc but cmon we need a to be a lil delusional in our life <3

he’s a hypocrite.

“‘kuna! look at those cuties!” you pointed at the jumping toads while holding onto your husband’s arm, shaking it; as the other held your waist, and the rest on his left. “oh they’re wonderful!” you let a giggle out as he focused his gaze on yours. not a single eye on anything else. it’s simply unbelievable and everyone talks about it. how did he, get such a sweet beautiful woman as her to be his wife. or how did you, the sweetest person anyone could ever describe, get the king of curses to be running for your very own heart. “don’t you think so?”

he didn’t respond, just a simple hum. agreeing or disagreeing, it doesn’t really matter. all he wanted to hear was you talking anyways. the two of you strolled through the garden that he had formed for you; and sacredly only for you. picked every flower that he knows you’d like, and designed it to be formed exactly how you’d love it. and those who dares to walk through this very garden, would not be heard nor seen that same day.

as ever since you, noone could came close into having his affection. almost like a cheaply made folklore romance story. the two of you crossed the bridge of the makeshift river that he carved into the sea. “you’ve made all of this for me?” your smile impaled him more than anything that ever touched him, “only the best, for you.” he said with a little more than just pride. “that’s so so sweet of you!” you took a small jump on the side to hug around his shoulder placing your left cheek across his, where he catched you easily by your waist.

he wouldn’t say it, but this is what he does to show love to you.

[paxyfica]

Beach day

There is a very specific, highly entertaining phenomenon that occurs whenever you take your husband out in public. You like to call it the “Terror and Thirst” effect.

Today, at the crowded public beach, it is in full swing.

You are currently lounging under the massive shade of a navy blue beach umbrella, a trashy romance novel resting on your lap, watching the spectacle unfold at the shoreline.

Ryomen Sukuna is, objectively, a masterpiece of a man. Standing at a towering 6’4”, he is built like a heavyweight champion—broad shoulders, a thick chest, and a torso carved out of solid granite. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung, black board shorts that sit dangerously low on his hips, putting the intricate, sprawling black tattoos that cover his chest, arms, and stomach on full, glorious display.

He is hot as fuck. It’s a fact that is currently not lost on the group of college girls sitting on a blanket about twenty yards away. They haven’t stopped staring, whispering behind their hands, and aggressively adjusting their bikini tops for the last half hour.

But here is the catch: Sukuna is also terrifying.

He has this natural, resting aura of absolute disdain for anyone who isn’t you or your son. He’s a snob, plain and simple. He doesn’t smile at strangers, he doesn’t make polite small talk, and if someone stares at him for too long, he gives them a dead-eyed, chilling glare that practically drops the surrounding temperature by ten degrees.

Case in point: one of the girls giggles a little too loudly, pointing in his direction. Sukuna, who is currently standing ankle-deep in the surf, slowly turns his head. He doesn’t say a word. He just narrows his crimson eyes, his face completely blank, and stares her down.

The girl visibly pales, her hand dropping instantly. She quickly turns around, suddenly very interested in the contents of her cooler.

Sukuna lets out a quiet, dismissive scoff, turning his attention back to the water.

“You’re going to give those poor girls a complex, babe,” you call out, unable to hide your amusement.

Sukuna looks over his shoulder at you, and the transformation is instantaneous. The cold, intimidating mask melts away, replaced by an expression so incredibly soft and devoted it makes your chest ache. The corners of his mouth twitch up into a small, fond smile.

“Not my problem that they are annoying,” he says, his voice carrying easily over the sound of the crashing waves. “Besides, I only want one woman looking at me.”

You roll your eyes, though your cheeks heat up. “Smooth, Ryomen. Very smooth.”

“Dada! Splash!”

A tiny, high-pitched voice interrupts the moment. Yuji, currently sporting a pair of tiny black swim trunks that perfectly match his dad’s, is waddling furiously through the shallow water. He’s got a pair of bright orange floaties strapped to his chubby arms, his pink hair plastered to his forehead from the ocean spray.

Sukuna’s attention snaps to his son. He doesn’t say anything, just calmly wades deeper into the water, his massive hands reaching down to scoop the toddler up under the armpits.

“You want to splash, little man?” Sukuna asks quietly, his tone a low, soothing rumble.

“Yeah! Big splash!” Yuji cheers, kicking his little legs.

You watch, completely mesmerized, as your terrifying, snobbish husband hoists your two-year-old high into the air. Sukuna tosses him up—just high enough to make Yuji squeal with delight—and catches him effortlessly, dipping him down so his little toes drag through the water.

It’s a beautiful, chaotic contrast. The giant, tattooed wall of muscle, gently playing in the waves with a giggling, chubby-cheeked toddler.

They play in the water for another twenty minutes. Sukuna is quiet, mostly just listening to Yuji babble about the “big fishes” and the “salty water,” occasionally offering a calm nod or a soft chuckle. He is completely in his element, entirely unbothered by the rest of the world.

Eventually, Sukuna wades out of the water, carrying Yuji on his hip. Water is dripping from Sukuna’s pink hair, running down the hard planes of his chest and tracing the lines of his tattoos. It is a sight that should be illegal.

He walks over to the umbrella, grabbing a towel with his free hand and tossing it over his shoulder. He sets Yuji down on the sand.

“Go to mama, buddy. Let her dry you off,” Sukuna murmurs, running a hand through his wet hair.

But Yuji has other plans.

He shakes himself off like a wet puppy, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. He takes two steps toward you, stops, and then his head snaps to the left.

You follow his gaze. A new group of girls—three of them, looking like they just stepped out of a swimsuit catalog—have set up their chairs near the shoreline.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter, dropping your book. “Not again.”

Yuji’s eyes go wide. He completely ignores you, turning on his heel and marching straight toward the girls. His little chest is puffed out, his arms swinging with an unearned amount of swagger for a kid who still wears pull-ups at night.

“Sukuna,” you warn, pointing at your son. “Stop him.”

Sukuna doesn’t move. He just stands there, drying his chest with the towel, watching Yuji with a quiet, amused smirk. “Why? He’s on a mission.”

“He is two! He is literally a baby!” you hiss, standing up. “Why does he act like a frat boy on spring break?”

“Son't ask me,” Sukuna replies, clearly avoiding your eyes, he took a sip from the bottle of water. He doesn't say it, but you can hear the lingering amusement in his voicd. “Let the boy have fun, babe.”

You groan, watching helplessly as Yuji reaches the girls.

He stops right in front of their beach chairs. He puts his chubby little hands on his hips, tilts his head, and unleashes the weapon: your bright, disarming smile.

“Hi!” Yuji chirps loudly. “I Yuji!”

The girls immediately stop talking. They look down at the tiny, pink-haired toddler, and the collective swoon is almost audible.

“Oh my god, hi!” one of them coos, leaning forward. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing ever?”

“Pweety,” Yuji says, pointing a tiny finger at the girl’s sparkly bikini top. He then flexes his little arm, showing off a completely non-existent bicep. “Look! Strong like dada!”

“I can’t believe this,” you whisper, burying your face in your hands. Sukuna lets out a low, quiet chuckle next to you.

“You are a terrible influence,” you glare at him.

“Babe, I didn’t do anything,” Sukuna says, his voice completely deadpan, though his eyes are dancing with mirth. “I’m just standing here.”

Down by the water, the girls are eating it up. They are giggling, offering Yuji a plastic beach toy, which he graciously accepts. But then, one of the girls looks up. Her eyes scan the beach, looking for the parents, and she spots Sukuna.

You can practically see the cartoon hearts pop out of her eyes.

She stands up, brushing sand off her legs, and walks over to Yuji, taking his little hand. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s go find your dad.”

She leads Yuji back toward your umbrella, her eyes locked entirely on Sukuna. She has that look—the look of a woman who thinks she’s about to shoot her shot with a single dad.

“Excuse me,” the girl says, her voice dropping into a sultry purr as she approaches. She completely ignores you, standing right in front of Sukuna. “Is this little guy yours? He wandered over to us.”

Sukuna stops drying his hair. His smilr vanishes, instantly replaced by that cold snobbery. He looks down at the girl, his expression completely blank, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

He doesn’t say a word to her.

Instead, he steps forward, completely invading her personal space with his massive frame, forcing her to take a nervous step back. He reaches down and scoops Yuji up into his arms.

“Dada! Pweety girl!” Yuji babbles, pointing at the woman.

Sukuna looks at the girl for one more second. It’s a look that clearly says, You are entirely beneath my notice.

“Thanks,” Sukuna says. His voice is quiet, but it carries a heavy, chilling finality that makes the girl flinch. “Come here buddy lets go to mama”

He turns his back on her without another word, walking the two steps over to you. The girl stands there for a second, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment, before she quickly turns and scurries back to her friends.

You are trying very hard not to laugh. “You didn’t have to be so mean to her.”

“I wasn’t,” Sukuna scoffs, setting Yuji down on your beach chair. “I just didn’t care to speak to her.”

“She was totally hitting on you.”

Sukuna finally looks at you, and the ice in his eyes melts completely. He steps into your space, his large hands coming up to cup your face. His thumbs gently stroke your cheekbones.

“Whatever,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate register. “I'm married”

Your breath hitches, your heart doing a familiar, stupid little flip in your chest. Even after all these years, he still knows exactly how to render you speechless.

“You’re such a sap,” you whisper, leaning into his touch.

“Only for my wife,” he replies, leaning down to press a slow, deep kiss to your lips. It’s a possessive kiss, one that clearly communicates to anyone watching exactly who he belongs to.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Mama!”

You both look down. Yuji is standing on the beach chair, holding up a slightly crushed, sandy seashell. He shoves it toward you, his big golden eyes shining.

“For mama!” Yuji announces proudly. “Mama pweetiest!”

You melt. You absolutely melt. You take the sandy shell, pulling Yuji into a tight hug and kissing his salty, sun-warmed cheek. “Thank you, baby. It’s beautiful.”

Sukuna watches the two of you, his hands resting casually on his hips. “See?” Sukuna says quietly, reaching out to ruffle Yuji’s pink hair. “The kid might have my charm, but he knows the truth.”

At the end of the day, despite the playboy genes and the endless chaos, they were yours. And you were theirs.

And mom was, undeniably, still the best.

an: we're close to 1k what the hekk!!! what one shots do you wanna see next? i can't write smut for the life of me, english is saurrrr hard!! divider by: @pxrce-lain | the art and gif i got from pinterest! feel free to comment who is the orig art creator pls 🙏