[sh1sshou]

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[sukunasleftbanana]

sukuna begs you to forgive him :(

Sukuna had never begged for anything in his life. Not money. Not forgiveness. Not help. Not even when he was twenty and working three jobs while trying to raise a screaming toddler who kept drawing on the walls with permanent marker while Choso slammed doors and screamed that he hated him.

Sukuna handled shit himself. Always. That was why this felt so wrong.

Why it felt like his ribs were cracking open every second you stared at him without saying anything. The apartment was dead quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows. You wouldn’t look at him.

That hurt worse than the yelling did.

Honestly, he wished you’d screamed.

Instead you just stood there near the kitchen counter with your arms wrapped around yourself like if you loosened them for even a second you’d fall apart.

“You done?” you asked quietly.

Sukuna swallowed. His throat actually fucking hurt.

“No.”

Your laugh came out broken. Small. “What else is there to say?”

Everything. Too much. Not enough.

The problem was Sukuna had never learned how to explain himself without sounding angry. Even now, his jaw was tight enough to crack teeth apart. His huge frame stood frozen near the front door like he didn’t know if he was allowed any closer.

Because he probably wasn’t. The image kept replaying in his head. You're calling him over and over. Him ignoring every single fucking call like an idiot. The bar and Yorozu hanging all over him.

His arm around her waist because he was drunk and pissed and stupid and wanted to hurt you after the fight. 

And then your face when you walked in.

Jesus Christ.

He’d seen people die before and somehow that look still haunted him worse.

“I said I was sorry,” he muttered hoarsely.

You finally looked at him then. Red eyes. Wet cheeks. “Sorry doesn’t erase it.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” your voice cracked. “Because I don’t think you get it, Sukuna.”

His stomach twisted violently hearing his name like that.

Not Ryo.

Not even Ryomen.

Just Sukuna. Cold and distant, as if you were referring to a stranger.

“You embarrassed me,” you whispered. “You humiliated me.” 

His chest caved inward.“I know.”

“You made me feel stupid for loving you.”

That one physically made him flinch, actually flinch. You noticed too because your face crumpled for half a second before hardening again. Good. He deserved it.

Sukuna dragged a hand down his face hard enough to redden the skin. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“That’s the problem.”

Silence. 

The constant drum of rain, the sound of your uneven breathing. He couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t fucking breathe in it.

“You think I wanted her?” he snapped suddenly. “You think I looked at her like I look at you?”

“You had your hands all over her.”

“Because I was angry!”

“And that makes it better?!”

“No!” His voice thundered through the apartment before he caught himself. You stepped back instinctively, tbat nearly killed him. The second he noticed fear flash across your face he looked sick with himself.

“...fuck,” he whispered.

You wiped your eyes aggressively. “I think you should leave.”

“No.”

Your head jerked up. “No?” you repeated in disbelief.

“I’m not leaving till you hear me out.”

“There’s nothing to hear!”

“There is for me.” His voice cracked on the last word, actually cracked. You both froze. Sukuna looked almost startled by it himself, like his own desperation disgusted him. His fists clenched so hard his tattoos stretched over his knuckles.

“You think this is easy for me?” he asked quietly. “You think I know how to do this shit?”

“You should’ve thought about that before–”

“I know!” he barked. 

Then softer, broken. “I know.”

God, he looked awful.

Not physically. Sukuna always looked intimidating no matter what. Six foot something of muscle and sharp edges and dark eyes.

But emotionally? He looked ruined. Hair messy from shoving his hands through it nonstop. Eyes bloodshot. Hoodie half soaked from the storm outside because apparently he hadn’t even bothered with an umbrella when he chased after you.

“You didn’t even come home,” you whispered.

His face twisted because that was the worst part. You’d waited for him, called him, texted him. And he’d ignored every single one because he’d been angry after your argument and wanted to “win.”

God, he hated himself.

“I know.”

“That whole night I thought maybe something happened to you.” Tears spilled faster now. “I was terrified.”

His breathing stuttered. 

Then you laughed bitterly. “And then I walk in and see you with another girl.”

Sukuna looked like someone had punched him directly in the throat.

“She didn’t matter.”

“But I did,” you whispered. “And you still did it.”

That shut him up, because you were right. Completely right. The silence stretched so long it became unbearable. 

Then finally– 

“I don’t know how to lose you.”

Your eyes flickered. Sukuna stared at the floor like the words physically hurt to say. “I don’t know how to do that.”

His voice had gone rough. Not angry rough, raw rough.

“I’ve lost damn near everybody else in my life. Parents. Friends. People leave. Shit happens. Fine.” His jaw tightened. “But you…”

He looked at you finally.

And God.

You’d never seen him look afraid before. Not truly afraid.

“I can’t fucking do that with you.”

Your face wavered. Sukuna noticed immediately and stepped closer before stopping himself halfway like he didn’t trust his own body anymore.

“You’re all over this place,” he whispered desperately. “You’re in my routines. My brothers love you. Yuji asks for you before bed every damn night. Choso tells you shit he won’t tell me. Your stupid hair ties are all over my bathroom. Your coffee order’s stuck in my head permanently.”

He laughed once. Humorless. “I see somethin pink in a store and think of you automatically. That’s sick.”

A tear slid down your cheek.

“I fucked up,” he said shakily. “I know I did.” His breathing got uneven. “And I swear to God I’ll spend every day makin up for it if you let me.”

You stayed quiet. And that silence was making him unravel. Sukuna took another step forward, then another, until he was right there. Close enough that you could see his hands trembling.

Sukuna.

Trembling.

“I don’t know how to beg,” he admitted quietly. “So if I’m shit at this, that’s why.”

Your lips parted slightly. Then his voice dropped even lower.

“But please.”

The word sounded painful, like glass in his throat.

“Please don’t leave me over the worst mistake I ever made.”

You looked down immediately because your eyes filled too fast. Sukuna panicked. Actually panicked. His hands hovered near you before gripping his own wrists instead.

“Fuck– no, don’t cry, baby, please–”

“You made me cry!”

“I know, I know, I know–”

His words stumbled over each other desperately. You’d never seen him like this.

Never.

Sukuna was the kind of man who got angry when he got hurt. The kind that buried feelings so deep they turned poisonous.

But now? Now he looked like he was drowning right in front of you.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “I’ve been outside this apartment for an hour tryin to figure out how to make you stay.”

Your chest tightened painfully. “I almost didn’t come up,” he admitted. “Thought maybe you’d be happier if I disappeared.”

Your head snapped up immediately. “Don’t say that.”

His eyes softened instantly at your reaction. There you were, still caring, even now. That nearly destroyed him all over again.

“I love you,” he said suddenly.

You froze.

Sukuna almost never said it first. Almost never said it at all. But now the words were falling out of him uncontrollably.

“I love you so fucking much it makes me sick sometimes.” His voice shook. “You think I touched her because I wanted her? I did it because I knew it’d hurt you and I was angry and stupid and selfish.”

His face twisted in disgust at himself.

“And the second I saw your face I wanted to rip my own fucking arm off for touching her.”

Your breath hitched.

“I know sorry isn’t enough,” he whispered. “I know that.”

Then finally–

The thing that broke you completely.

Sukuna reached for your hand carefully. Tentatively, like he thought you might pull away. And when you didn’t? His entire body visibly sagged in relief. 

“Please,” he whispered again. Not angry, not proud, just desperate. 

“Tell me how to fix this.”

.

.

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Will you forgive him?

I was listening to "Players Prayer" by Lloyd, and it inspired me to write something new. It’s definitely different from my usual style, but please thank the weather and the assignments and exams I have piled up for this weeeek :'( I'd honestly forgive sukuna bc i'm so downbad for him, but wat about u guuuys?

[sh1sshou]

levi x reader. sfw

“let’s fucking go! i knew that was the right team comp!”

you love your boyfriend to death, you really do. but sometimes he could—can—does get a bit carried away with some of his games.

him screaming after staying silent for what seems like hours happens a lot more than you realize, and you’re surprised you haven’t gotten used to his shrill shrieks and shouts that came seemingly out if nowhere.

while it is a good thing he’s passionate about something, you need this you desperately needed that six hours of sleep or else your brain would completely shut down the second it registers letters on a paper from your quiz. even in hell you suffer with lectures and pop quizzes.

“levi . . .” you groaned, rubbing sleep out of your eyes before propping yourself up against your bed. “come to bed . . .” you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

as you expected, you’re met with nothing but more clicking sounds from his button mashing on the controller and joystick—none of your words getting through levi’s laser focus determination of grinding at least 50k primos before hitting the hay.

“. . .”

“where’s that last chest? i swear i’ve already circled this-“

this dude cannot be for real.

“. . . levi!”

that seems to finally catch his attention and he removes one headphone away from his ear to make sure he was hearing things correctly and you were calling out his name.

“huh?!”

slumping back down onto the bed the second you got his attention—you suppressed your voice through the pillows, “it’s time to go to bed.”

you could practically hear the pout forming on his face, “but—! let me just open one last chest and i swear i’m going to bed-“ you gave him a muffled whine in protest, if you weren’t so tired you would’ve gotten up and already sleeping on his lap by now.

at the sight of you giving him what he likes to think is a mini tantrum, he shrugged his headphones off and shook his head.

“okay, okay. . . i’m coming.”

the bed slightly dipped at levi’s intrusion, his knees flush against the soft duvet of your bed, and his fingers came up to your sides to pull you close, just like clockwork.

the second you felt his fingertips on you, your hands immediately bolted blindly into him, tugging him impossibly further into you. sleep conquering your consciousness once more.

“i love yoummfggh. . .”

levi loved his games and anime, it’s one of his favorite means of escape from reality. but he loved you a whole lot more. those big titty anime waifus have nothing on you. besides, he could always grind tomorrow. tonight, he’s gonna dream of you—like always.

“good night.” levi whispered, he couldn’t help but smile at your mumbling, “i love you too, player two.”

[chloes-files]

Your boyfriend was a lawyer, and a good one at that.

After a particularly tough case, he was worn out. It took months, and ate up at his time — that included the time he would've spent with you. A kiss on the cheek and a few reassuring words made his guilty expression soften ever so slightly every time duty called. On the off-chance that he came home before the clock struck twleve, you'd be there with an infectious smile, his plate sitting on the table as you ushered him inside. On the usual days, though, he'd find you in the shared bed deep in sleep, and his heart ached with guilt, wishing that he got home just a little earlier to see that familiar grin that washed away all his stress and frustration.

12:51, the clock read. On this particular night, sleep hadn't washed over you yet as you sat in bed, book in hand. Your eyes lazily scanned the page, slowly dozing off. The familiar sound of keys jingling broke the comfortable silence, and you set the book down on the night stand. The door to your bedroom creeked open, and the disheveled figure of your boyfriend walked in. His eyes widened in surprise seeing you awake, the corners of his lips curling into a smile.

"You're still awake?"

He set his briefcase down, walking to you and pulling you into an embrace. The pressure, exasperation, and months of sleepless nights, was evident in his weary look. You didn't say anything and just held him tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His once tidy self was thrown out the window as he got into bed with you, not bothering to change out of his work clothes.

You'd slip off the glasses from his face, pressing kisses on his sore eyes as you held him close, his heartbeat thumping softly through the comfortable silence. His hair, once neat, was disheleved by your fingers. He melted into the touch, all the days of worry and frustration dissapearing in a blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to stay up and wait for me."

"I'm glad I did."

He let out a rough chuckle against your skin, sighing afterwards.

"Your stuborness will be the death of me."

You'd roll your eyes playfully, pressing a kiss on his forehead. He'd pull you closer to him, laying there in silence as all the tension in his body left.

"I love you. I love you so very much. "

"I love you more."

Even when work put him through hell and back, he always had a home to come back to. He always had you.

[sh1sshou]

u and levi have matching bios, status, and profiles on discord. send tweet.

[sh1sshou]

levi has the nastiest senpai kink. +18

levi has a thing for being called senpai and you can’t convince me otherwise. after probably watching a thousand episodes of anime and you bet—hentai—he’s bound to discover that he gets hard at the thought of being called senpai. you won’t really find out about it until much later into your relationship, though.

he invited you to play some 3d fighting game he’s recently gotten into that you have no clue how to play—so obviously you knew from the get go that you were about to get crushed.

the bright idea to call him said nickname came to you when a scene from an anime recommended popped in your head, and as levi was about to hit the large red fight button at the center of the screen, you decided to innocently tease him with a cheeky smile.

go easy on me, senpai.

you’ve never seen his face get redder than it is in that moment. suddenly he’s darted off to the other side if his room trying to desperately recuperate and hide the ever growing boner in his pants, and him stuttering out rushed sentences of “you can’t just call me that!” “you’re not allowed to say that!” “do you even know what you’re saying?!”

now he’s suddenly in his demon form, tail swaying side to side restlessly, levi’s face wearing a frown and something firm and hard poking in his pants.

it all ends up with the game being long forgotten about and discarded. levi’s chest heaving from above as he’s slowly easing into you with an iron tight grip on your waist you’re sure will leave bruises by the time he’s finished, begging for you to call him that again. he just gets so impossibly hard when he hears you calling him senpai.

“c-can you…please call me senpai again.”

even outside his room you’ve started calling him senpai as a joke when no one’s around, which almost always leads to you getting dragged by his tail back to his room and him asking you to call him the nickname in a very different context.

[sh1sshou]

beel baking u cookies to fulfill your cravings. sfw

for whatever reason, you’ve been craving a lot more food than usual ever since getting with beelzebub. you don’t know if it’s just your appetite increasing from being constantly exposed to delicious food, or it’s his sin rubbing off on you. either way, your mouth’s searching for something sweet and she wants it now.

“beel.” you whined, hands clenching the fabric of his shirt in between your fingers—cheek pressed against the soft sheets of your bed. your stomach was aching for something sweet and you’re making it your boyfriend’s problem, too. “i’m huuungry.”

you clawed your way closer to your boyfriend until your face came to rest in his stomach. beel watched you with a small grin—a large hand coming down to gently rub comforting circles on your back.

“what do you want?” he murmured softly, looking away from his d.d.d. to put his full attention on you. 

you groaned, not knowing the answer to that question yourself. “i don’t knooow. i just know that i want something sweet.”

any untrained professional boyfriend would fret, panic, come up empty-handed, or even get mad at their girlfriend for having a response as vague as yours. but beel already memorized you like the back of his hand, he already knew just the thing to keep you satiated before you even wanted it yourself. but he’s gotta exhaust all options first just to be sure. 

“how do cookies sound?”

humming, you switched sides and rested your face on your other cheek—with the back of your head to his. “that does sound nice…do we have those downstairs?”

“do you want me to go check the fridge?”

you sulked, “i think i want something fresh.”

“do you want me to go to a bakery down the street?”

“i don’t want you to leave me.” 

beel pressed a finger to his chin in faux deep thought, “do you want to make them ourselves?”

and as he expected, you perked up like a kid who’d just been offered to go to an amusement park, a hopeful look crawling through your face. 

“i don’t know how to make cookies.”

beel only gave you an assuring smile, already beckoning you to roll off of bed and into the kitchen. 

“don’t worry. you don’t have to do anything.”

and truth be told, you really didn’t have to do anything. after all—he was a firm believer that pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to lift a single finger, and ever since you two started dating, you haven’t done any work—he was spoiling you. beelzebub said verbatim; “just sit there and stay pretty.”

after bringing you into the kitchen, he was quick to work and take out everything he needed like clockwork. you’re sat on a stool, eagerly watching beel’s every move like a hawk eyeing its prey with your chin coming down to rest on your arm resting on the kitchen island. you have zero complaints at the sight in front of you: beelzebub stirring a bowl he was cradling in his arms like a baby—his biceps flexing with each circular motion.

he was precise with his movements—fingers gripping the cutlery with finesse—you felt like a pervert with the way you were ogling at him.

“you sure you don’t want any help?”

beel shot you a toothy grin before shaking his head, “no, i’ve got this honey.”

“no—let me help you! let me like—crack an egg or two.” you insisted, already shuffling your way towards him. “please feel?”

and beel was nothing more but a demon—one weak-willed demon who you’ve got wrapped around your finger.

he carefully handed you an egg and gave you the simple instruction of cracking it into the bowl. hit it on the bowl, push the crack open with your thumbs, and let the contents of the egg fall into the melted butter and sugar.

instead of doing just that, however, almost half of the egg shells fell into the bowl when you attempted to do it all in one swift motion. and you couldn’t help the small shriek that came out of you when it fell into the bowl.

your fingers darted into the butter and sugar to quickly try and pull out the shells as fast as you could, almost toppling the bowl over from where it sat on the counter.

“oh shit— i’m so sorry! i thought i did it right!” you turned your gaze to beel, face slowly burning with embarrassment. “i think i should just sit my ass back down-“

“no. it’s only egg shells. we can remove them anytime.” beel was already handing you another egg for you to crack, “everything’s better when i’m doing it with you.”

with a few more struggles, a couple of eggs later (you’re sure at least five percent of the cookie dough has egg shells in it) and a trip to the oven—tray of more than a dozen amount of cookies were staring at you and the scent of baked goods wafter through the air. you were practically drooling at the sight of the hot, delectable pastry sitting atop the counter.

you were about to straight up lift a piece raw with smoke still radiating from it but beel was quick to grab your hand before you could do anything you might face the painful consequences of. “it’s hot, let’s let it cool down first.”

“when did that ever stop you from eating anything?”

beel could only chuckle and shrug his shoulders in return, “i don’t want you to burn your tongue.”

“but i’m freaking starving…”

knowing how you most likely won’t be able to help yourself and you’ll touch the cookie a little too early, your boyfriend was already one step ahead and cut through your impulsive thoughts of touching the hot rack with his voice.

“okay, if you could a little more and let the cookies cool off, i’ll feed them to you myself. would you like that?”

“…will you dip them in milk…?”

beelzebub was already pouring you a glass before you could ask any more silly questions.

“i’ll do anything you want, sweetheart.”

[sh1sshou]

teasing levi for stumbling over his words (epic fail) +18

levi stutters a lot. aside from having a hard time getting words out when blood is rushing to his face whenever something embarrassing happens, he also stutters and trips over his sentences whenever he’s focused on something and his mouth runs faster than the thoughts in his head.

“fuuuuck!” you heard levi let out a loud groan followed by a dejected sigh—his hands coming up run down his face in frustration. you lifted your head up from the pillow it rested on to see the glowing screen of his monitor display in bright, white letters “mortis.” before the game automatically loaded to his previous save.

you flipped onto your stomach, a teasing smirk already forming on your lips. “still stuck on the same boss?”

levi huffed, “yeah. her attack sequence is soooo annoying, she moves too fast and i have to protect the priest while i try to kill her!” he rambled, fingers already coming back into position on his controller. “i swear, the devs programed this boss to be practically impossible to beat!”

you hummed in response, “i’m so close, just a few more hits and i’ll finally beat her ass! okay leviathan, focus mode: activated!”

a screen of black washed over the monitor after another attempt, and you swear levi is so close to smashing the controller against the wall.

“damn it! this is- this so freaking unfair!” he looked at you, eyes wild. “a-are you seeing this?! this game was made to ragebait me!”

“mmh. i don’t know, this sounds like a skill issue, bro. you suck.”

“DUDE WHAT— m-me?! suck?! do you hear yourself?!” he pouted before shaking his head. you had to hold yourself back from snickering. “i-it doesn’t matter, i’ll defeat her—just you wait!” his hands slapped against his cheeks, something he usually did to focus himself, “now stop distracting me! this ugly bupid boss-“

you bursted out laughing at his words, unable to push it down any further.

“i-i mean stupid boss! u-ugly stupid boss! you know what i meant!” he corrected, his face burning red behind his fingers while you continued laughing at his embarrassment.

“it’s okay, levi. only ultra cool gamers like me don’t stutter.” you teased, leaning in close to poke his cheek, “i know an ultimate secret move that’ll help you, y’gotta beat the boss first though.” you cracked up at your own joke and doubled over laughing—adding more fuel to the already wildly burning flame known as your irritated boyfriend, who was giving you a pointed and mopey look somehow at the same time.

you should’ve known from that point forward however that he was anything but, if you stared hard enough he more-so looked determined.

this brings you to know—you desperately trying your best to take your mind off of the feeling of your cunt being stuff full of his cock and watch him play the boss fight. which was proving to be easier said than done.

“stop squirming.” levi frowned, hands gliding across your thigh before gently squeezing on the supple flesh. your ass pressed flush against his pelvis while he continued to mash the buttons, still fighting that same stupid boss.

“i-i need to muh—move levi— hahh-“ you cut yourself off with a sigh, your incessant shifting only gave yourself a harder time.

“why are you stuttering?” he softly whispered, his unwavering focus trained on the boss on screen, fingers expertly maneuvering the buttons of his controller. “i thought ultra cool gamers don’t do that?”

you fought the desperate urge to wriggle, “wh-whatever! you still can’t beat the boss-“

“yes!” your half-lidded eyes darted up towards the monitor, staring as a cutscene played after he landed the finishing move on the boss, hands slightly loosening their grip on his pants. “told you i could beat her! i just needed some extra focus!” he exclaimed, triumphantly grinning.

he placed his controller down before his chin came down to rest on the crook of your neck and shoulder, large slender fingers lightly spreading your thighs apart with a smile still lingering on his face.

“now, you wanna show me that ultimate secret move to stop stumbling over my words? let’s see if it’ll work on you!”