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[solilorenson]

office tech smth

[silentlunarkiss]

has anyone made a fic or blurb about this fanart ??? and if not can someone pls do ?!???

[melodiesz]

since the demon brothers are very popular in the devildom, theres 100% tons of fanfics about them. Like I know Lucifer is the main target of those mafia boss fanfics cause like. Look at him.

[yummidumplingss]

MY FAVORITE SECRET ᵎᵎ ˎˊ˗

Synopsis. Your best friend, Shoko, drags you to your very first frat party. What happens when you spill your drink on a man who just so happens to be your favorite camboy, whom you've spent hours watching and hundreds of dollars donating to?

Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Chapter contains: Fratboy!Camboy!Sukuna x Shy!Reader, College AU, M & F masturbation, mentions of Gojo, Sukuna is kinda ooc, reader is annoyingly oblivious, 18+

WC. 6.7k (teheh)

A/N: WE’RE ALMOST THERE GUYS.

part 5… part 6… part 7…

Tuesday. Tonight’s the night. You picked up an extra morning shift at the cafe you worked at. You had picked up a bunch of extra shifts at your jobs, hoping to make enough money so you could ‘win’ tonight.

Even though it was today, you still decided to work because you knew that after tonight you would be a little broke for a few months. 

Though it wasn't so bad because no one was in the shop at the moment. A few people had stopped by a little bit ago, only ordering a simple coffee and a small pastry to go before work. 

Your other coworker had gone to take her break in the back, leaving you alone in the shop, not worried because it was clear things were going to stay empty for another hour or two.

You stood there, fidgeting with your apron before letting your eyes drift toward the container of sugar packets sitting behind you. You remember back when you were young and how you would down packets of those everyday. Probably wasn't the best idea.  

You glanced around before grabbing a packet, ripping it open, tilting your head back and pouring it straight into your mouth. You were halfway through the packet when the sugar stopped pouring. 

You grabbed your other hand, patting the packet on the back trying to get the last bit out. 

“Ahem.” 

Someone cleared their throat behind you, making your eyes go wide while choking on the remains of sugar in your mouth. 

You really had to fix that bell. 

You quickly turned around, shoving the empty sugar packet in your pocket. You were still clearing your own throat when you finally fully faced forward only to choke on air.

Standing in front of you was the Ryomen Sukuna. 

A tight black long sleeve compression shirt wrapped around his chest, paired with matching black shorts. Wow. 

The material hugged his body so well it was practically a part of him. His chest bulging out against the fabric, biceps looking even more defined than usual. Your eyes drifted down to his stomach, only to bulge at the sight of his abs. The shirt was so fucking tight you could see the outline of his fucking abs. You could feel yourself almost getting a nosebleed at the sight. 

Not to mention his thighs. 

Your mouth was drooling at the sight of his large, juicy thighs and how they filled out his shorts perfectly. You hadn't noticed how big they were until now. 

Oh, what you wouldn't give to have him put you in a headlock with those delicious thighs…

A quick chuckle snapped you out of your daze. You quickly looked up to find a smirk plastered on his face, damp pink hair falling stuck to his forehead. 

“Sorry! I didn't mean to stare,” you uttered, silently cursing yourself for stuttering so quickly, too.

He laughed again, “No, you’re fine.” He stared down at you, eyes scanning your figure. “I didn’t know you worked here.” 

His attempt to make small talk irked you.

You hummed in agreement, eyes locked on his, not allowing your gaze to drift any lower.

It was clear that he noticed it too because now his smirk turned into a full blown grin. “How long have you been working here? I come here often and I’ve never seen you. Plus, this place is kinda far from campus.” 

“Oh, I’ve been here for almost a year now, I just never work the morning shift.” You answered. 

He nodded, “Why the sudden change then?” 

“I just needed the extra cash.” 

It almost pained you to keep eye contact with him. 

“Why?” He asked. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Um, because I just do?” 

“Why?” He asked once again, sounding like a toddler in their why phase.

Before you could respond, he asked another question. “Are you looking to buy something? Saving money for something?” His grin grew even bigger, “Maybe making up for all the money spent?” 

Seriously, who did he think he was asking you all these questions? And what kind of questions were those? 

“Um–” You started only to get cut off again by his chuckle. 

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m just joking around.” 

Sweetheart? That was new…

You glanced over to the side, avoiding his gaze so he didn't see the way your face heated up at the nickname. 

“So, um, are you going to order something?” You asked, eyes locked on the floor behind him.

Sukuna laughed again, resting his palm on the counter top to prop himself up as he studied the menu above you. 

“Hmm,” he hummed before looking back down at you. “What’s good?” 

Your eyes finally met his, the same teasing smirk back on his face. 

“Didn’t you say you came here all the time?” You questioned.

“No,” he retorted, “I said I came here often.” 

You sighed, "Isn't that basically the same thing?” 

He shook his head, “No. Now, c’mon. What’s good here?” He asked once again. 

You hummed, pretending to think. “Everything.” 

He let out a small chuckle, “C’mon. I wanna know your favorite." He insisted. 

You struggled to hide the blush creeping up on your face as you turned around, glancing up at the menu before pointing to your favorite. 

A white chocolate mocha. 

You glance back at Sukuna, only to find his eyebrows up into his hairline. You could almost giggle at the sight.

“Wow.” He squinted at the menu, leaning closer to you. Oh how you wanted to lick the sweat off his neck–

“70 grams of sugar. Wow.”

“Well it won't be exactly 70, if you're asking for my exact favorite, I change around some of the ingredients.” You added. You could see the relief in Sukuna's face, his whole demeanor shifting. 

“Oh okay, wow, good. I was just– wow.” He laughed.

“So, do you wanna try it? You can totally pick something else, I can tell it’s not your ideal–”

“No,” he cut you off with a wave of his hand, “I want to try it.” 

You gave him a smile, excited to give him a tooth ache. 

“Great! What size?” You asked him, putting in the order. 

“Large.” He responded immediately, making you look up at him.

“Are you sure?” You asked, voice laced with confusion and a little bit of guilt.

“Thousand percent. I’m treating myself today.” He replied, puffing out his chest, attempting to make you laugh like you were some little kid. Which you were.

You lifted your hand up to cover your mouth so you could let out a little laugh. 

“Anything else?” You huffed out. 

“Yeah actually, lemme get one of those,” Sukuna pointed down at the glass case filled with pastries. You turned around, grabbing a pair of tongs along with a small paper bag. While you had been turned around Sukuna removed his finger.

“Wait, which one?” You asked, looking ridiculous holding everything. 

Sukuna could only flash you a wide grin, “You pick.” 

You let out a large sigh, contemplating which one he would like, reluctant to choose your favorite. He watched as your eyes went from pastry to pastry, clearly thinking about one for him. 

“I don’t care which one you pick.” He said, making your eyes tear away from the glass container and onto his. 

You settled for your favorite, a large chocolate chip muffin with nutella filling on the inside. On the perfect day you would treat yourself to a large chocolate mocha, paired with the muffin with the most chocolate chips on top. And now here you are. Sharing it with him. You grabbed it with the tongs before glancing up at him, making sure he wouldn't regret his decision later on. He gave you a small nod, letting you put the muffin inside the bag before handing it to him.

He opened up the bag a little just to peer into it, a smirk appearing on his face. “A chocolate muffin. Nice. Y’know, I didn't really take you for a big chocolate girl.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his comment, turning away immediately and disregarding it. 

“Okay, um, give me a minute while I make your drink,” You said, your tone getting high as your customer service training came back to you. 

Sukuna chuckled, “Alright.” You turned away from him, grabbing a large cup to start making the drink, preparing to have him possibly throw it away once he gets outside. 

He leaned against the counter watching you grab all the ingredients, his eyes stayed on your hands.

“So,” he started, “What kind of substitutions do you use?” You didn't look up, your eyes fixated on the drink as you replied. “Um, you’ll find out later.” He hummed in response.

Once you finished making it, you made sure to make it look nice, drizzling syrup all over the cup and even adding an unholy amount of whipped cream. Adding on the finishing touch, you slapped the sticker on the back, black text describing all ingredients used. 

You handed him the drink, grin wide as you watched his eyes lit up at the sight of the full cup. 

“Holy shit.” He took the cup from you, grabbing a straw from the edge of the counter. “You really filled it up, huh?” 

You nodded, “Had to make it look real nice for you.” 

He laughed, setting the drink and bag on the counter while he took his card out to pay. His total came out to $11. The cafe wasn't expensive at all, it was run by a nice older couple who paid you well and frequently offered you free leftovers. 

So it came as a shock to you when Sukuna tipped you $50. Before you could say anything he had already paid. 

“W-wait, I think you misclicked– that's a 50, not a 5.” You stuttered out, getting ready to open the register and give him back his money.

“Hmm, no I didn’t.” He replied, sticking the straw into the drink.

“Okay well, 50 dollars is too much, I can't let you do that,” You trailed off.

“That’s a completely reasonable number considering how good you made this drink. C’mon, just take it, muffin.” 

You opened your mouth to reply only to close it immediately. Muffin? 

Sukuna looked up at you, a wide grin plastered on his face as he stuck the straw in the drink. “I take it you like that one? You’re as red as the first time we met.”

“W-what?” You mumbled, eyes shifting to look anywhere but him. Before you could say anything else, your mind wandered elsewhere as you watched him take a sip, his adams apple bobbing as he drank, wishing nothing more than to let your tongue trace–

“Holy shit!” Sukuna coughed out. 

Your eyes widened as you watched him place a hand on the counter to steady himself, a large, veiny hand… what you would give to have him wrap that same hand around your–

“10 fucking pumps of sugar?” He cried, snapping you out of your thoughts. You really had to stop doing that. 

He had the cup turned around, his eyes blown wide as he read the ingredients of the drink, including your substitutions. You had to stifle your laugh as you watched him, mouth agape with his eyebrows raised high up into his hairline. 

He turned his head towards you so fast it looked like he was going to get whiplash, “This isn't funny,” he laughed after taking note of your own laughing figure. 

You placed a hand on your stomach, the other one coming up to cover your mouth as you struggled to contain your laughter, “It’s not, it’s not,” you said in between giggles. 

“Serioulsy, what the fuck is in this?” He asked, laughing along with you. “A little kid probably couldn't even come up with this.” You lifted your head up to see a wide grin on his face, different from the one you usually see when he teases you. 

Huh. So he really does have other sides to him afterall.

“Extra vanilla syrup, 12 fucking pumps of white chocolate sauce?” You giggled at his words, amused with yourself. “Holy shit, you’re trying to kill me. I thought you said you substituted?” 

“I did, but I never said I substituted healthy options. Plus, you asked me for my favorite." You retorted. 

Sukuna ran a hand down his face before stopping at his mouth, covering it while he stared at the drink. You could tell he was covering his smile with the way the corner of his eyes squinted. This was probably the most you had ever seen him smile. 

“And you drink this everyday?” He asked, raising a brow at you. “Hell no, do you know how much sugar is in that?” You replied, laughing. “It’s just my favorite. I get it on occasion. Y’know, like a little sweet treat.” 

He huffed out a laugh, “Yeah. Well, thanks for this,” He held up the bag and drink, “I’ll have to stop by sometime on one of my cheat days.”

You smiled back at him, “Alright. Hope you enjoy it, have a good day.” You mentally slapped yourself while your customer service training slipped out again.

He turned to leave, waving you a quick bye before walking out to his car. You really had to fix that bell.

A few hours after your shift ended and you could finally use your phone again, you opened it up only to see a new notification. 

Kingofcurses posted a new photo - 3 hours ago

Clicking it immediately, your phone screen lit up to a picture of him in his car, phone angled down onto his lap where he held the chocolate chip muffin, half bitten with its nutella filling slowly seeping out. To the right, there sat the drink you had made in one of his cup holders. Almost empty. You smiled to yourself as you read the caption. King of Muffins

He could be so corny sometimes…

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As soon as Sukuna got in his car he hadn't even noticed that half the drink was already gone! Oh well, it should be fine since he worked out this morning, right? He opened the bag and took a bite out of the Muffin, eager to try it. He knew he shouldn't be eating sweets like these, that he should give it to Gojo or something but he just couldn't help himself. After all, it was you who had given it to him. 

He took a bite, his tastebuds quickly getting filled with the sweet taste of the chocolate. Groaning, he threw his head back against the seat, chewing the soft, warm chocolate chips before taking another bite, quickly getting a taste of the nutella filling. He felt like he could die happy. 

He was halfway done with the muffin before taking another sip of the drink. Of course he needed something to quench his thirst! 

Before he took another bite, he got the brave idea to pull his phone out, angling the camera just right before snapping a picture of the muffin. It wasn't new for him to post his meals, though they usually consisted of him being shirtless off on the side. He sat there for a minute, taking another bite of the muffin as he thought about the caption. 

He hummed to himself, thinking about all the options all while finishing the muffin, licking off any leftover that dribbled down onto his fingers. 

“New… favorite…" He mumbled, writing it out before deleting it. Hm. From the Prettiest barista. He quickly discarded that thought, thinking it would probably anger some of his other fans. He finally settled for a casual “sweet” as his caption before posting it.

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Sukuna got home a little later, the cafe being far from the frat house for one reason. He walked in, empty cup in hand, prepared for no one to be home. Only to be greeted by the evil white-haired president in the kitchen. 

Sukuna sighed, walking over to where Gojo was making himself a sandwich. “Hey Sukuna!” Satoru called out, excited to see his frat brother so early in the morning. 

Sukuna nodded at him in acknowledgement, walking over to throw away the cup. He tossed it in the garbage, turning around only to be met with a Gojo directly in front of him, grin so wide it looked like he didn't know any other expression. 

“Fuck!” Sukuna jumped, startled. Satoru could only laugh, “You’re such a scaredy cat, Ryomen.” He sighed before walking off, not wanting to get into another irritating conversation with him. 

As soon as he walked out of the kitchen, he heard Satoru behind him, “Holy shit, what the fuck are you doing drinking a 700 calorie drink?” 

Sukuna practically ran back into the kitchen, snatching the drink out of Satoru's hand and throwing it back into the garbage. “Um.” He trailed off, unaware of what to say. 

Satoru just watched him, his eyes blown wide as he laughed. “I didn’t know it was your cheat day but holy shit man.” He waved his hands up in surrender, “fucking gluttony god or somthing” 

Sukuna scoffed, not wanting to entertain him. “Whatever, man. Just remember not to bother me later, okay?”

Satoru waved a hand at him, his back now turned as he continued making his sandwich, mumbling a whatever at him. Sukuna walked up the stairs before stopping midway, pulling out his phone. 

Clicking edit on his post, he deleted the caption before replacing it with “King of Muffins.” He chuckled to himself before clicking save, humored by his own word play. He laughed to himself the entire walk to his room, thinking he was the funniest person alive. Even if he stole the idea from Satoru. 

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It was 9:58. You had been sitting in your bed for an hour, headphones on with your computer opened up to the website. Waiting. You weren't taking any risks. 

A few hours ago he had posted that the “raffle”, if you could even call it that, was going to start 5 minutes after his stream started. You knew that there was a high chance of you losing, considering the fact that the post had over 80k likes. He wasn't even naked and people were liking it! 

As soon as your clock turned 10, you got notified.

Kingofcurses is now live!

Clicking the notification immediately, your screen filled with the view of Sukuna’s lap. He changed his clothes from when you had previously seen him, his shorts now replaced with a pair of black sweatpants, his long sleeve swapped out for a black t-shirt. 

Apparently Sukuna saw you join. “Hey, Queenofsins. I knew you would be first.” He laughed, his chest moving along making you blush. You never commented. Never. But if you were to win, you knew you would have to actually talk to him. 

You hesitated a bit before clicking on the chat and typing out a simple message. 

hi

You heard Sukuna huff out a laugh, the sweet sound filling your headphones as you mimicked his actions behind the screen. 

“Hi,” he replied, “you ready, muffin?” He asked, sitting back in his chair. You got ready to type before your hands stilled. 

Your breath got caught in your throat, your eyes shooting wide. 

No. You misheard him. Or maybe it didn’t mean anything. It was a general nickname. No. It didn’t mean anything. What the fuck? You kept reassuring yourself while other people joined, the live quickly filling up. 

Yeah, you just missheard him. Your heart was beating fast as you watched the chat fill up, your eyes darting down to look at the clock. 10:03. You weren't listening to whatever he was saying anymore. 

2 more minutes until donating starts. Do you still want it? You misheard him, right? But you saved so much money for this… Maybe it didn't mean what you think it meant? Yeah, that’s it, it’s a general name. Plus, you knew how much he liked to call his viewers all kinds of names. 

Before you knew it, it was 10:05. You watched as people sent in hearts, kisses, kittens, and even puppies. You looked up at the top of your screen. 589k viewers. Next to that sat his top 3 donors.

Your spot as #1 quickly dropped to 29 in a matter of seconds. He noticed. Of course he did. 

“Huh, my top donor, what happened? C’mon, don’t just sit in the thirties," he chuckled. Even though he laughed it out, you could clearly tell that it bothered him. 

C’mon. 

The word echoed in your ear. The same fucking word he used when he asked for your favorite drink earlier. The same fucking tone he used when he teased you about turning red. Your chest felt heavy as you watched him. This wasn't Kingofcurses. No. It's Ryomen Sukuna. 

He didn’t know it was you, though. But you know that it's him. Is it really worth it? It wasn't like you two knew each other, just simple conversations. You knew nothing about him! 

Though maybe you shouldn't… Just because you didn't know each other doesn't mean he didn't know your voice. 

You groaned, throwing your head back onto your pillows with a thud! Before you could think any more, a sudden ding! rushed through your headphones, causing you to sit up. 

@ kisses4kingofcurses sent 3 puppies: I’ll put on a good show for you

What the fuck? Who was this? 

You could hear Sukuna in your headphones, probably entertaining this girl’s comment. Before you could even think about it, your hands moved on their own and sent in 25 puppies. Twenty fucking five. You watched as your name jumped from the 81st spot all the way back to #1. 

The donations immediately stopped after yours, followed by Sukuna’s hands going still, no longer talking mixed in with the chat slowing down. Hell, it was probably the slowest you had ever seen it. 

You knew he made more than 25 hundred by that point, but to make all that in just a second from you alone in one stream had him speechless. 

“Holy fucking shit. Okay, um, Queen of Curses you win.” His voice wavered, clearly shocked. The chat started moving at a rapid pace, donations still coming in, people desperate to pass you. You almost thought it was possible until you watched his hands go out of frame, soon the entire sidebar of his donations were locked. Your name sitting at the very top. #1 donor. You won.

He started to talk. You weren't listening. All you could do was watch the chat move, people complaining about you, some just mad in general, and others who just didn't care. You just stared at your screen, unmoving. 

You ripped your headphones off, tossing them aside somewhere on your bed along with your computer, the live still playing in the background. Laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling. It was almost as if you could feel your bank account draining. Groaning, you turn only to find that he ended the stream. 

Huh. Well, it made sense he wasn't going to do anything today since the whole whatever-this-thing-was happened. You shut your computer, moving on to grab your phone. 

2 new notifications: 

Kingofcurses started following you!

Kingofcurses sent you a message!

What. The. Fuck. You clicked it immediately, your phone taking you to the all so familiar site. You didn’t even know this was an option!

Kingofcurses: hey 👋

Who the fuck waves? You stared at the message for a bit, contemplating whether or not to reply immediately or wait. Though you were just in his live not even a minute ago…

You: hi

Sukuna smiled to himself as he read the message. You had said the same thing in his chat before disappearing for a while. Truth be told, he was a little worried that you wouldn't donate anything after his little stunt, but he knew you would come through. After he ended the stream, he changed his clothes and got into bed, pulling his phone out and ready to set a date. 

You: hey 👋

Queenofsins: hi

You: sooo congrats on winning

You: i didnt expect you to send in THAT much

Queenofsins: yeah lol i just had to secure my spot yk

Sukuna chuckled to himself at your boldness, definitely different from behind the screen rather than in real life. Meanwhile you were sweating.

“Ugh, who says that,” you whined into your pillow before picking your phone back up, cringing at yourself as you read your previous message. You tried to play it cool. You failed.

Kingofcurses: youre real funny

Kingofcurses: so when do you wanna do this

You hadn't thought about that one. Of course it had to be a day Shoko was gone, right? You couldn't risk her hearing you again. 

Sukuna watched as your typing dots came up before vanishing. Were you regretting it? Before his mind could wander any further, your text came up.

Queenofsins: does this saturday work for you? 10 again? 

You: that works for me

You: is there anything you wanna see specifically? 

You laid in bed, tapping your finger against your phone as you thought. Just as you thought of something, another text from him came in. 

Kingofcurses: remember im not putting anything up my ass

You giggled to yourself, finding humor in his words. Sukuna was dead serious.

You: dw im not going to ask you to do anything like that

You: i read the rules lol 

You: but honestly nothing, i cant really think of anything specific 

Kingofcurses: really? not even any toys?

You think about how you don’t have any toys. Would he find it boring that you’re just there stuffing yourself with your fingers?

You took a while to think, soon you were watching him type, the bubbles on his side appearing before disappearing.

You: no its your choice

You: but i don’t have any toys myself 

You: sorry thats kinda tmi

you toss and turn in your bed, embarrassed with yourself.

Kingofcurses: no don’t be 

Kingofcurses: you watch me jerk off on a camsite lmao so yeah 

You smile at his attempt to comfort you before your face feels hot at him acknowledging the whole fact. Meanwhile, Sukuna has the biggest grin on his face.

You watch his bubbles disappear about three times before you decide to type. 

You: but i was planning to get some 

Sukuna shot one eyebrow up, pleased at your attempt to satisfy him.

You: oh really?

Queenofsins: yeah 

You wanted to smack yourself. Tomorrow was too soon, Friday was too late. 

You: i was going to go buy some on thursday 

Sukuna laughed, making his chest move with the moment, causing his phone to shake in his hand. 

You: some? wow really getting yourself ready there 

He watched as the typing dots on your side went up and down multiple times, knowing that you were probably beat red from his words.

Queenofsins: no

Queenofsins: like in general 

You: ah ok good to know 

You whined, flailing your legs in bed. Was he disappointed? Maybe he thought you were some kind of professional masturbater who had millions of toys laying around. Before your thoughts could escalate, a new text came in. 

Kimgofcurses: what time?

You: what?

Kingofcurses: what time are u going to go out and buy some toys

You: um why

Kingofcurses: just wanna know if youre gonna watch my show thursday night 

Kingofcurses: needa know if i should make it extra good for you

You blushed behind your phone, ears turning red as you read his words. Did he get off on teasing you or something? 

Though it was quite the opposite. Sukuna watched as your typing stopped, annoyed with himself, he rolled in his bed, pink hair going all over his pillows as he groaned into them. “‘Extra good’ who even says that,” he mumbled. He rolled back onto his back, weaving his hands in his hair, thinking he sounded too much like Gojo. 

But apparently you were into it because not even a second later your message came in.

Queenofsins: no

Queenofsins: i wouldnt miss your show

He stared at the message, smirking to himself. On the other hand, you were mentally kicking yourself. Who says that? You sounded like one of those corny men from those rom-coms…

You were too busy throwing your phone across your bed and shoving your blushing face into the pillow to remember his little slip up earlier.

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You dreaded today. You tried to put it off, but you knew you would have to do it eventually. It was 4pm, your last class of the day finished a few hours ago, which gave you some time to do ‘research’, if you could even call it that. 

In the end you ended up scrolling up in you and Shoko’s messages, remembering she gave you a link to one of her ‘favorite’ shops a while ago. 

So now here you were, standing outside what looked like a hot pink mess. Originally you were mad about the 45 minute drive, but now you were extremely grateful. 

You probably would've driven off a bridge if someone you knew caught you at a place like this.  

Walking in, you greeted the cashier with a smile before ducking into one of the aisles. She looked older than you, maybe in her mid to late thirties? Once you found the first aisle, you were met with a row of anal toys. Not what you were here for. 

You kept on walking, ending up at an aisle with… cuffs? Your eyes dragging across the wall before settling on what looked like a bar restraint. There were four cuffs on the bar, two in the middle and one each end. You tried to imagine what kind of position one would do to get into that.

Your eyes drifted toward the bar next to it, one long bar with one cuff on each side, paired with a smaller identical pair. Only this one had another bar in the middle, extending up into another pair of cuffs. Huh. 

You kept on walking into the next aisle only to see a line of dildos. You wanted to hide in embarrassment. You thought about getting one when you were doing your research, but you opted out of it because the only thing you’ve ever had inside you was your fingers.

You walked down the aisle, taking in all the shapes and sizes of their toys. You kept on walking as they went up in size, your eyes wide in terror as you went from 5 inches, all the up until 10. 

You pushed your feet to move until you were face to face with an 18 inch rainbow monster dildo. Holy fucking shit. It was sitting in a glass case, presented up on a large circle pedestal. Who was fitting that inside them? Oh well. You weren’t one to kink shame. Your mind wandered as you thought about him.

How big was he? You knew his dick was big. Even if you were only seeing it behind a screen, you still knew he was big. You wanted to say it was well above average, but who were you to talk?

You felt yourself involuntarily clench your thighs as you thought back to all his videos. How big his cock looked in his hands, how big his chest looked when you two had first met, how big his juicy thighs are— 

“Excuse me, ma’am?” A voice came from behind you, causing you to yelp and snap out of your daze. You quickly turned around, only to be met with the same woman you greeted on your way in. “Do you need any help? You’ve been staring at, um, this for quite some time now.” 

You felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden realization. You’ve been staring at a fucking monster cock and daydreaming. 

“O-oh um, y-yes actually!” You stumbled out.

The lady smiled back at you, clapping her hands together. “Great! So what were you thinking for today?” 

You looked around the aisle, desperately trying to avoid her eye contact. “Um, maybe like a vibrator or something?” 

You watched as her hands dropped, her eyes lighting up. “Miss,” she started, her voice low and laced with excitement, “are you perhaps,” she leaned in closer, now whispering, “a virgin?” 

You wanted to crawl up into a ball and die. “Was it that obvious?” You asked, watching the shimmer in her eye light up more if that was even possible. 

“Um. Kinda?” You opened your mouth to say something, only to get cut off. “I’ve been doing this for a while now, so it’s pretty easy to tell nowadays.” She turned around and began walking, gesturing for you to follow her. 

As you followed her, your eyes caught all the different toys displayed on the walls, paddles, ropes, whips, even strange ball gags. You two stopped at the corner of the store, probably bigger than all the rest of the displays. The vibrators. 

“We have a large collection of them. They’re quite popular.” She moved to one of the shelves, picking up what looked like a wand. “These are just our displays, don’t worry.” She said, placing the wand in your hands. “Here, try this one out.” 

She clicked a button on the side, making it come to life. You gasped, feeling the vibration in your palms. “They give you more of a wider and deeper stimulation than a smaller vibrator would, and because they’re physically bigger, it’s possible to store more power into them.” You nodded along, listening to her words.

“Though it varies by the model of course, a powerful wand is going to be stronger than a bullet.” She took the wand out of your hand, turning it off and placing it back onto the shelf before putting what you assumed was the bullet vibrator in your palm.

It was smaller than the wand, lighter, too. “This is the bullet,” she turned it on, making a rumbly sound in your palm as it vibrated. “See, it’s smaller, right? Perfect size to stick it up there,” she winked at you. 

“T-this is great and all, b-but, um, I’m not really looking for anything, penetrative, you see,” You trailed off, feeling shyer and shyer as she went on. 

The woman hummed as she took it out of your hands. “So what you’re saying is, you need clitoral stimulation?” 

You nodded. She hummed once more before a smile appeared on her face. “Wait here.” Where else would you go?

She kneeled down, pulling out her key to open up the glass cabinet. She grabbed what looked like the wand, only there was something at the top of it instead of the large bulky platform like the wand itself. She put her hand underneath yours, making your palms stiff before she placed the toy on them. 

“This is the flutterwand.” You watched as her smile grew bigger as she explained what it was. She clearly loved her job. “It’s 10 inches– but before you freak out, it’s only 5 and a half insiterable.” She ran her finger through the length of it, stopping short of where it started to get thicker. “The girth is 4.8, so it shouldn’t be a lot for you. Now, I know you said you didn’t want anything penetrative, but since you're new I thought it would be good for you to have the option. But for now if you want to stick to the clitoris, focus here.” 

How were you supposed to focus? It was already embarrassing enough that you were here, but now here she was, explaining the best vibration settings to you!

She twisted the toy in your hand, turning it around so the head faced you. She tapped her finger on what you thought was the cover. “This is a clit pump.” You looked up at her in horror. She moved her finger, tapping on the inside. “This is the tongue.” 

“W-what?” Your voice shook as you asked. She took the toy out of your hands and into hers, holding it by the end before grabbing your index finger, placing it on the tip of the ‘tongue’. 

She turned it on, making the tongue flick at your fingertip. You jumped back, startled by its movement. She removed the pump, placing it to the side before turning up the speed. 

“That was one, this is two, and this is three,” she kept on turning the speed up, watching as your eyes got wider and wider before stopping it. 

“Wow,” was all you could say. She wiggled her eyebrows at you, making you take the wand back, holding it upside down. “Don’t get too excited yet, it’s double sided.” You were about to ask what she meant before she turned it on once more, letting the bottom vibrate in your hand at the third speed. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Nice, right?” She asked, fully aware of your answer. You nodded, watching it vibrate in your hand. “C’mon, virgin, I’ll ring you up over here. I’ll even throw in some complementary lube.” 

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Even though you were down $187, it was still the best purchase you had ever made. You sat on your bed, the toy, lube, and your computer sitting in front of you, all at the wonderful time that was 10pm on a Thursday. Was this how Sukuna felt? 

Headphones already on, you clicked on the website. 1 new video. Was he really going to make it ‘extra good’ for you? You giggled, thinking back on his words. 

The thumbnail was him in his chair, completely bare except for his tight blue boxers. His bulge practically bursting out the seams. Clicking play, you settled in. 

The video started off normal, well him normal. He rubbed himself through his boxers, giving you time to take your panties off, being left in just a tank top. You had washed the toy, of course, but you needed to lube it up as the woman from the store had previously said.

Grabbing the lube, you dribbled a few over the tongue, along with your fingertips before coating your clit with it. You took off the clit suction, not ready for that much yet. 

The toy was a light pink color, different from the display one you held at the store. 

Your eyes focused back on the video, his cock now out and leaking all over the light fabric. His moans filled your headphones, urging you on. You positioned the tongue over your clit, letting yourself get a good feel of it before turning it on. 

“F-fuck!” You yelped, startled by the sudden sensation. It was on the first setting! 

“Hahh.” Your eyes snapped back to the screen, watching him stroke his cock, pre cum leaking all over his fingers. He looked more excited than usual. The thought of him trying to live up to his message from Tuesday night had you positioning the toy back over your clit, letting the silicone tongue flick over your nub once again. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back into the pillows. It felt too good. How were you supposed to use it with him if you came the second it touched you?! Sure, you’ve never felt a real tongue down there, but it seemed all too real! Especially with the lube that was now mixed in with your slick. 

Letting yourself get off to only his groans, you felt that familiar coil in your stomach building up. It was too fast. You desperately tried to hold off, but the toy got the best of you. Leaning up, you peeked an eye open to glance at your computer screen.

The sight of his flushed cock had you biting down on your tongue, toes clenching, thighs shaking, squeezing them together, trapping the toy in between your legs as you came with a stifled moan. 

You panted, chest heaving as you turned it off, dropping it on the bed next to you. Your legs felt numb. Sitting up, you went to pause the video. You came in 3 fucking minuets. There was still 11 minutes left in the video. You had no idea what you were going to do on Saturday. 

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MY FAVORITE SECRET —私のお気に入りの秘密ᵎᵎ ˎˊ˗

Synopsis. Your best friend, Shoko, drags you to your very first frat party. What happens when you spill your drink on a man who just so happens to be your favorite camboy, whom you've spent hours watching and hundreds of dollars donating to?Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Chapter contains: Fratboy!Camboy!Sukuna x Shy!Reader, college AU, m masturbation, mentions of Gojo and Shoko, Geto is a father figure, reader gets hit with harsh sudden realization

WC. 3.1k

part 4… part 5…part 6...

Thursdays used to feel amazing. Now they just feel awful. You were sitting in your lecture, your mind wandering about how you were going to find a way to make enough money for next week's stream. You were grateful that it was next Tuesday and not today because you were really broke. 

With paying for your textbooks, rent, food, and other little things, you couldn't spare any more money to stupid Kingofcurses! 

It wasn't like you were his only fan too, a lot of them were well older than you– some of them professionals and others grown adults working full time jobs. You had no idea how you always stayed in the top spot of his donors, no one has ever even passed you! 

Sure, he was getting donations every stream, but people only sent the cheapest ones multiple times, you on the other hand sent  the most expensive gifts 2, sometimes even 3 times a stream. His fault for calling them “puppies.” 

Before you realized it, class had ended and you just remembered that you were supposed to meet up with Shoko and eat at the dining hall with her. You packed up your stuff, walking out and texting Shoko that you were on your way and asked her to meet you outside. 

Before you could send her the message, you felt someone come up behind you, their arms wrapping around your shoulders. You gasped out loud, almost dropping your phone in the moment, people around you two stopping and turning. 

You turned around, heart beating out of your chest, Shoko staring back at you, clutching her chest while she laughed in your face. 

You stared at her, face deadpan at her amusement. Shoko couldn't even get a word out with how hard she was laughing. You started walking, leaving her to embarrass herself all alone before she trailed behind you, her laughing continuing. 

Once you two got to the dining hall, you both went in line to grab food. You almost never ate in the dining hall; one because there were too many people, and two because their food was horrible. You reluctantly picked a burger and fries, usually you liked burgers but these were disgusting. Stale fries, weirdly warm meat, and almost no condiments! Though you could never say no to Shoko when she asked you to eat with her. 

You two sat down at a table at the far end of the hall, not wanting to be bothered by people. Your choice, of course. Shoko was being awfully quiet after her whole laughing scene earlier. You didn’t want to question anything though, so you stayed quiet. 

You enjoyed the quiet times you had with her, feeling comfortable sitting in silence even though you two were surrounded by countless people. 

You picked up your tiny, stable burger and held it up, inspecting the strange color of the meat, but before you could take a bite, you heard Shoko finally speak up. 

“Sooo,” she began, “I invited a few more people to join us.” She spoke, eyes staring into yours, her grin dangerously wide. You almost dropped your burger. 

You hated when Shoko did this. Whenever she tried to set you up, making you hang out with her friends. Sure, you’ve hung out with them sometimes, but you just didn’t get along with them. Not to mention the fact that you could tell they all felt a little awkward with you there. 

Before you could ask who, two chairs suddenly got pulled in at your table. 

Geto sat next to Shoko, his tray filled with the same meal as yours, while Gojo slid in next to you, awfully close as he wrapped one of his arms around your chair, the other leaning in to grab one of your fries. You glanced at Shoko, only to find her smiling so hard she was showing all 32s. 

“Hey there, cutie!” The white haired boy exclaimed, making people around you look back, curious to why the Sigma Phi president was sitting so close to you out of all people. 

Before you could reply, Shoko butted in, “Satoru told me all about your little interaction!” 

Ah. So that's what it was. She was pissed you didn't tell her about the whole Sukuna-Gojo-Shirt-Geto thing, so now she's punishing you by making you interact with people. 

Geto nodded his head at you, acknowledging you both before digging into his own burger that looked worse than yours. 

You could only hum in agreement, not sure what to say to Shoko with those two being there. You could feel her glare, her eyes drilling holes into the side of your head, prompting you to speak up. You gave in, desperate to please her. 

“So, um, you guys are really good friends then, right?” You asked, attempting to make small talk. You knew Shoko had many friends, but you truly didn’t know that she was so close with these two. 

Geto stopped chewing his burger only to peer up at you, sitting awkwardly between the two, clearly uncomfortable and obviously unaware of what to do with yourself. He could only scoff, feeling a little humored by your attempt to make conversation about anything other than Sukuna. Shoko did the same, letting out a loud sigh before letting her head fall into her hands. 

Gojo couldn’t read the room.

“Yeah!” He happily mumbled, stuffing his face full of your fries. “We’ve known each other forever, but Shoko here didn’t wanna introduce us to you! I guess that's why we’re not allowed to come over to her place.” Gojo whined, “Shame on you, Shoko, for keeping such a cutie from us!” His hand left the back of your chair, now coming to rest on your shoulder, smushing himself closer to you.

You practically flinched at the sudden movement, eyeing Shoko, silently asking her to do something. Shoko could only squint her eyes at you, still mad that you didn’t tell her anything. 

“Well, it seems you both didn’t need my introduction. Y’know since someone here ended up going to you for help with a certain someone after all.” She mumbled, irritation laced in her voice. 

The boy next to you could only lean closer, your shoulder pressed right in between his chest as he asked, “Huh? You’re making zero sense right now, Sho.”

Shoko grumbled something before leaning closer towards you two, your face now stuck between the two as they argued. 

“You weren’t supposed to tell her to go to the frat at 9 o'clock at night!” She whisper yelled in his face, trying not to draw attention. 

“What?” Gojo whisper yelled back, “It was, like, 7! And even if it was 9 that wouldn't matter!”

Shoko groaned, clearly fed up. “It matters! Especially since it was late at night, no one home, and she was alone!” 

Gojo leaned back, his arm leaving your shoulder as he combed a hand through his snowy hair, “You’re acting like she’s your 5 year old child! I told her the time, even told her that no one was there and she still went. On her own!” 

You could only stare as they continued, your body in the middle of them. Your eyes locked on Geto sitting across from you, your eyes silently pleading for him to do something. He finished his burger, now stuffing his face full with fries as he shook his head no at you, grin plastered on his face, clearly enjoying this. 

You mouthed a please which only earned you a soft chuckle as he finished off his burger. All you could hear in your ears were Gojo and Shoko arguing about how you shouldn't have gone alone. 

You looked at Geto again, his arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair, watching the scene in front of him unfold with a smirk, clearly enjoying this. You carefully leaned forward, not trying to cause any attention to yourself next to the two, and slowly slid your tray towards him, a full burger and half eaten fries. 

Geto could only eye the burger, smirk faltering while he got the message you were trying to send. He leaned forward, arm shooting out across the table to pull Gojo away by the collar, earning a groan from the white-haired man. His other hand covered Shoko's face, shoving her away at the same time with a much more gentle touch in comparison to Gojo. 

You leaned back, watching them both become speechless while they stared at Geto, who was now sitting back down in his chair, picking up your burger. 

“You two need to shut up,” He began, “Shoko, she's grown and can do whatever she wants. Including going to the frat at whatever time she wants.” 

Shoko threw her hands up, eyebrows knitted close together, “I know that! But seriously, you two could've gone with her! Especially since she was going to see you-know-who!” 

She turned back to face you, “And you should've told me what happened and where you were going!” Her voice got a little louder, causing some people to turn back. 

“I knew you were going to make a big deal out of it so I didn’t wanna tell you…” You mumbled, trying to avoid her gaze. 

Shoko groaned, throwing her arms around you and leaning into you, smushing both your cheeks together, “I just wanted to make sure you were safe! You know how those dangerous, prevented frat boys are.” 

“Hey!” Gojo exclaimed next to you, clutching his heart through his shirt for dramatic effect. 

You glanced over, seeing his stupid pout and couldn't help but laugh. 

He took that as a sign to wrap his own arms around you, mimicking Shoko and smushing his own face into yours.

“So… how was it?” He asked. 

“... How was what?” You questioned, feeling the both of them awfully close as you tried to speak. 

“Y’know, seeing him.” You could feel his mouth moving against your cheek as he asked. 

“Um, fine? I just gave him the shirt back and that was it.” Flashbacks hit you from the day, the awkwardness made you shudder. 

“Hmm, okay…” Gojo mumbled, “Whatever you say…” He trailed off.

You twisted around to face him, his piercing blue eyes narrowed at you while he tucked his lip between his teeth, trying not to smile. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked. 

“Nothing, nothing.” He responded. “It’s just that when we all got back he wouldn’t come out of his room, and well y’know,” His voice narrowed at the end, lips forming a grin.

Shoko shot up, “Gojo!” She gasped, her eyes wide. 

Geto stopped mid-chew to look up, his mouth stuffed full of food as he stared at the scene unfolding in front of him. 

“What,” Gojo laughed, throwing his arms up. “C’mon, we all heard it. No need to be shy, cutie. Though I have to say, I wasn't expecting that from you, especially not after how you acted with us on Tuesday." 

Shoko leaned across you, slapping the back of Gojo’s head, making him shut up. “How could you even say that? Ugh, you’re so disgusting!"

You felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden realization, your hands coming up to wave away any misinformation. 

“W-wait, no that’s not what that was! I swear!” You said, turning your head to the both of them. 

Gojo sighed, his arm coming back around your shoulder before pulling you closer into him. “It’s okay, cutie. You could've just told us that you wanted to talk to him to get a little sum-sum,” He winked at you. 

You hurriedly shoved him away, your heart pounding out of your chest, “N-no! All I did was give him back his shirt! I went home at 9, you can even ask Shoko!” 

Gojo turned away, humming to himself, rethinking the time frame from when they all got back on Tuesday. 

“We came home a little bit before 9, Satoru.” Geto interjected, his arms folded over his chest as he watched. The two empty trays were stacked on top of each other, looking like they had been licked clean. 

Gojo turned towards him, pointing a finger in your direction, “Ahhh, that’s right… Well, sorry for the mix up, cutie!” 

The raven-haired man across from you three could only sigh, running his hand down his face as he grabbed his bag off the ground. 

“You can’t just say these things, Gojo!” Shoko groaned. 

“I know what I heard!” Gojo yelled back, already grabbing his bag while attempting to run out. 

Shoko grumbled before slinging her own bag over her shoulder, trying to catch up to him.

You sighed, dropping your face in your palms. You lifted your head, arm reaching down to grab your bag, too, only to find it gone. You looked down only to see a pair of shoes come into your vision. 

Looking up, there Geto was, holding both of your bags over both his shoulders, looking down at you. 

“Hurry up or we’re going to lose them.” He spoke. 

“O-oh, okay.” You replied, standing up to leave. 

Geto let out an annoyed exhale before putting his hand on your back, urging you to go faster. 

You let out a small gasp at the touch, looking up at him, his figure towering over you. 

Without looking he muttered, “Look straight before you bump into something.” 

You immediately fixed your gaze, feet picking up the pace. 

He let out another sigh, “I have to take care of you like I'm your father.” 

You glanced back up, “wait– what?” 

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That night you laid in bed, computer open on your favorite site, every so often glancing off to the side where your clock sat on your bedside table. 

Once your clock read 10:00 you refreshed the tab, a new video immediately popping up. You let out a relieved sigh. 

This was your routine. You realized a while ago that he schedules his posts, giving yourself a regular schedule. You loved it. Though lately you couldn't really enjoy it. 

But after the whole lunch thing today– you deserved it! 

You shifted in the bed, making sure your headphones were plugged in before scrolling down to press play. But something else caught your eye. 

You moved your cursor lower, causing the site to automatically scroll down. 

It hadn't even been up for 60 seconds and there were already 50 likes, though that part was normal. No, what really caught your eye was the fact that there were… comments? 12 of them to be exact. 

Usually there were likes, but never comments. You clicked on them, only to be met with straight hate. 

Your eyes drifted around the screen, mouth agape as you read them all. People were complaining, asking for more time, some requesting to remove the second rule, and others saying how this whole thing was stupid. 

No one was complimenting him like usual, no comments requesting overly sexual things, no one asking for a collab– just straight hate.

You’ve never seen him get this much criticism. You scrolled down, hoping to find some remotely positive things. 

Queenofcurses: can't wait for Tuesday!!! Just know i’m winning this 

K1ngofcurseswif3 replied: I think you mean me lol I JUST got paid so dont even try

Maybe you should ask for more shifts at work, you thought. You continued scrolling, giving up after not finding anything good. You didn’t know how to feel about his little give away. 

Half of you liked it, confident in yourself that you would win and get to have your dream private show with him. Another part of you was scared, worried that he would recognize you or maybe not like you. 

The only porn you watched was him! 

You knew what musterbating was, but during your first time you practically winged it. If it wasn't for him directing you, you would have probably been rubbing your labia and gotten into some placebo effect mindset that it felt good. It also wasn’t like he could really help besides directing you. 

Then there was a little part in you that worried you wouldn’t win. You were always first, but was that because everyone else couldn't afford it, or were they just saving their money? It wasn't like you could even afford it in general– you started picking up extra shifts at your part-time job which soon turned into full-time just so you could feed your camboy addiction– literally!

You also knew a lot of his “fans” were way older than you, working actual full time jobs, and not throwing away their money every random stream. 

You shoved away your thoughts, fed up with his comment section and scrolled back up, ready to watch the video. 

The thumbnail was him laying in his bed, camera panned down low to showcase the prominent bludge in his black boxers underneath his blanket, which was held up by his hand. So it was that type of video. 

You clicked play, ready to finally relieve yourself. 

The video started off with him lifting up the blanket, his knee folding up to hold it up. A wave of excitement went through you. His now free hand slid down his naked stomach, fingertips ghosting his waistband. 

Your headphones filled with his breathy groans, slowly becoming faster as he palmed himself through the fabric. You squeezed your thighs together. He let out his first audible groan of the video as he took himself out, cock already leaking precum. 

He didn’t talk. Not yet. Slowly teasing himself and everyone as he swiped a thumb over the head. 

His hand came up towards the camera, disappearing out of the frame as he let his flushed cock slap down against his stomach. The sound was so delicious it had you snaking a hand down to rub your clit over your panties. 

Then you heard it. The unmistakable sound of him spitting into the palm of his hand.

You moaned.  

His hand came back into frame, a big wad of spit in the middle of his palm, some of it dripping down as he gripped his cock again, coating it with his own spit. 

The scene was so erotic you felt like you could come to the sight alone. 

Your mouth felt dry. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, wishing it was your spit in his palm– your spit on his cock, your spit dripping down his bare stomach.

You wish it was you there instead of his hand. It should be you underneath his blanket, holding the blanket up with your head instead of his leg while you kneeled in between his legs. 

It should be you in his bed. You licking his cock. Licking the excess saliva off his stomach, kissing along the tattoos that lay there. Sucking his heavy cock into your mouth as you peered up at him, your eyes locked onto his red ones. 

Watching the way his pink hair falls onto his forehead, eyebrows furrowed just like how they looked when you first met him. Would he praise you? Degrade you? Talk you through it? Would he be different from his videos? Would he call you the nickname you yearn to hear come out of his mouth again? 

Fuck. 

Maybe you shouldn't try to win afterall. 

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only talking to sukuna's stomach mouth when he pisses you off

Sukuna’s developed an irritating habit. Whenever he’s fed up with you, or whenever he doesn’t want to entertain one of your questions, he’ll simply stay quiet and gesture towards his stomach. It’s kind of like saying ‘talk to the hand’. But in his case, it’s ‘talk to the stomach mouth’. 

Then his stomach mouth will shoot you this wide, smug grin, like it’s more than happy to converse with you. And you’ll just toss up your hands and groan, annoyed that your husband won’t even bother to speak with you face to face. 

But recently you've taken Sukuna up on his offer, turning the tables to give him the silent treatment while still chatting away with his stomach. Because Sukuna underestimated just how much that mouth of his likes to rile someone up. Even if it’s the rest of his body. 

Now, Sukuna’s lounging on the bed, limbs draped carelessly along the mattress. He’s trying to feign indifference. Trying to pretend he’s unphased by the fact that you haven’t spoken to him in four whole days. 

But you know better. You see the slight clench in his jaw, the scowl that deepens on his face each time he steals a look your way. He watches as you sit by the window, gazing at the scenery outside. 

When the silence stretches on longer than he can bear, Sukuna sets his pride aside to clear his throat and ask, “Are you still doing this?” 

You don’t even spare him a glance, continuing to look out the window. “Middle Mouth,” you say, “will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I have no idea what he’s talking about?”

Sukuna scoffs in disbelief, but that mouth of his flashes its teeth and singsongs, “Sukunaaaa. She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I heard you,” Sukuna huffs, speaking to you instead of his stomach.

He hates this whole situation. Hates that you're not speaking with him. Hates that you’ve given his stomach mouth a nickname. And he hates that the mouth is entertaining it at all. 

 His jaw clenches once more, and he sighs before saying, “You’re ignoring me.” 

He’s not wrong. For almost a week, you’ve been avoiding your husband, refusing to interact or even look at any part of him other than his stomach maw. But despite all of his sulking and sour moods, you act as if nothing is amiss.

“Middle Mouth, will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I am not ignoring him. You and I just had a lovely conversation, didn’t we?”

“Sukunaaaa,” the mouth singsongs again. “She isn’t ignoring you…well, me.” That grin returns, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Why didn’t you start speaking with your husband’s stomach mouth sooner? He really is entertaining.

“Stop that. Don’t humor her,” Sukuna scolds.

“Middle Mouth, you can converse with me as you please.”

“I intend to,” his maw replies. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrow, but he’s not sure whether to direct his glare at you or his abdomen. “How long do you intend to keep up these antics?”

You brush an imaginary piece of lint from your clothes and say, "Middle Mouth, please inform the rest of Sukuna that I’m still waiting on a proper apology from him." 

“I’m warning you, do not–”

“Sukunaaaa. She is waiting for a proper apology from you.”

Sukuna stares murderously down at his lower half. He’s finally met his match. The only ‘enemy’ that he can’t silence by force. Himself. 

And secretly, you think that he slightly enjoys that you’re speaking with his stomach mouth. It shows him that despite this silent treatment, you still desire some form of communication with him. 

So he’ll put up with the teasing, the inside jokes, and the fact that his wife is being stolen by his own body.

You decide to press your luck a little bit further, and say something you know will send your husband over the edge. “Middle Mouth–”

“Not again,” Sukuna groans, tossing his head back.

“Do you remember what I told you? What we talked about last night?”

“What?!?" Sukuna demands, sitting up abruptly and sending the covers around him flying.

“Oh, I remember,” his maw says, immediately grinning and playing into it. 

“Well, I was thinking about it and–”

“Why are you speaking with my wife at night?”

“Our wife. And what we discuss during late hours does not concern you.” 

“Anyways, as I was telling you, Middle Mouth, before I was rudely interrupted–”

“No. This ends now."

In seconds, Sukuna’s beside you, all 7 feet of him towering over you intimidatingly. He rubs a hand across his jaw, like he has to physically force the words out of his mouth. “I.. apologize for not answering when you asked me which of my cocks I urinate from.”

“…”

“The answer is both of them.”

Immediately, your mood lifts. You turn away from the window, smiling and facing your husband like nothing was ever wrong. “Apology accepted.” And then to his stomach mouth, “We’ll continue our conversation later.” 

a/n: idk why the mouth is referring to him in third person...js to be annoying ig lol

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sukuna art dump

@belimah i think u will like this…

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