i love u eros

𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔪 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲

[winqlessdove]

━━ intro ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

━━ hi everyone!! my name is eros and ive been reading fanfics and stuff but this is my 1st time writing stuff! please please lmk if u like my stuff!!

━━ i like jjk and being perverted and sleeping and sexy guys and x reader fanfics

━━ im working on a gojo x reader fanfic rn it's on here and wattpad but I'll probably be doing one-shots in-between since i got a lot of dirty stuff in my head to write

[winqlessdove]

WHEN YOU GET TOO DRUNK AND END UP HITTING ON BEST FRIEND YUJI!?!?!

── when you get a little bit too drunk and your best friend yuji has to deal with your drunken flirtations!

Knock knock!!

"Coming!" You hear the familiar sound of your friend's voice as his footsteps rapidly approach the front door.

Yuji Itadori, your very very good friend (that you may or may not have an embarrassingly huge crush on) swings opens the door, lips parting in surprise as his eyes lay on you.

"[name]? What're you doing out? It's like...super duper late."

You can't help but feel your heart warm at his cute expression.

" 'm just...visiting...was walking back from a party and wanted to─" a hiccup interrupted your words. "─say hi..."

You walk right past him into his house, letting out a loud sigh as you clumsily stumble to the living room. Yuji walks right behind you.

"Had too much to drink again?" He teased.

"Yyyuuup." You pop the 'p'.

You flop onto the couch, stretching out and leaning your head back against a pillow. Your eyes gravitate towards the pretty pink-haired boy. He looks at you with a gaze similar to that of a puppy.

You grin.

Yuji has always been so attractive to you, but you've never worked up the courage to tell him anything. You'd whine to Nobara and Megumi all day long about how it was so unfair that he was just so damn cute and you couldn't do a thing about it.

He was your best friend, and you didn't want to ruin what you already had. So, you decided that it would hurt less to love him in secret rather than get your heart broken.

But he just looked so good tonight.

He stood above you, shirtless and painfully oblivious to how needy you were for him. His veins stood out against his forearms, shifting each time he curled his fingers into fists. His bottom lip slightly jutted out in a small, adorable pout.

Yuji was your dreams personified.

Maybe just a little bit of flirting wouldn't hurt, right?

"Yuuujjjiiiii..." you drawl. He squirms a little at the way you say his name. "Come sit down with me...pleeassee?"

He obeys, trying to keep a respectful distance between you two. You huff at that.

You scoot over closer to them, thighs and shoulders pressing against each other's. Even in the dim lighting, you can see how his cheeks flush.

"You know, Yuji..you're so strong..."

He gulps. "R-really?"

You nod. "Mhmm...really. Makes me think things..." You move your fingers against his bicep.

You don't notice how his breath hitches in response to that.

"What...things...are you...talking about?"

Before he can even react, you straddle his lap. Each knee against his hips. Your hands go to his shoulders.

"[name]," he says your name shakily. "what...what're you doing?"

"I wanna...show you...the things I think of...so badly Yuji." You feel his hips buck slightly at that. you giggle, moving your face closer to his.

"Do you want me to show you more?" You slur, your lips inches away from his.

The boy cups your cheek, fingers twitching. "B-but, we're just friends...what's gonna happen when you sober uuupphh─!"

A groan escapes from Yuji's throat, suddenly feeling your lips press against his neck. You laugh, your breath tickling his skin. You plant a few more kisses teasingly.

"[nammmeee]...ooh m-my..mmh.." his hands go to your hips. "i was in the middle...of saying something!"

His breath was becoming uneven, and gosh it was adorable to see.

"sorryy...just can't...resist." you drag your tongue against a spot just behind his ear, causing Yuji to release another whine.

"And you're just sooo sensitive. Pleaseee Yuji? Will you pleaseee let me show you...?" you trail up to his jawline, licking near the corner of his lips.

His fingers grip tighter around you. "[name]...i...f-fuck it, yes...please..more."

You slam your lips onto his the moment those words leave his mouth.

It's all teeth and tongue, yours lapping against his lewdly. You nip at his bottom lip, earning a yelp from him. It's so much better than what you fantasized about. His lips tasted so good, mint with a hint of something sweet.

"[name]...mmnh..[name]..." he moaned repeatedly against your lips like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you against him.

Eventually, he pulls away. Both of your hearts are race dramatically.

"Can we go up to your room?" you pant.

He hooks a finger into the waistband of your bottoms, catching you by surprise. He pulls you closer to whisper in your ear.

"Absolutely."

[lilithkleii]

your bsf!yuji is an adorable airhead >< !

bsf!yuji, who’s always so touchy with you—constantly clinging to you like a second skin, his big arms always wrapped around your waist, his cheek always pressed against yours, always hovering close to you whenever he can, ‘it’s what friends do!’ is all he says before pressed his lips at the crook of your neck slowly sniffing your perfume while tightening his grip around your body.

bsf!yuji, who always gets so jealous when you go on dates, constantly pouting when you get home with hickeys hidden under your shirt, staring at you like you did something criminal, still pressing his lips to the hickeys, all but fighting the urge to sink his teeth into your skin, marking you as his.

bsf!yuji, who doesn’t understand why would need anybody else’s help when he’s right there—willing to do absolutely anything for you, picking you up with flowers after shitty dates, taking you out on late night snack runs when you’re in on your head studying for your stupid exams, cuddling you to sleep during thunderstorms, your face smushed into his muscular chest, drowning out the noises outside while you drift away to sleep.

bsf!yuji, who doesn’t exactly understand why his heart beats faster when he’s around you—you’re just friends! buddies! platonic soulmates! or so he says, but he can’t ignore the way his chest tightens whenever you mention somebody you’re talking to, already trying to find ways to critique them and about how none of them are any good for you.

bsf!yuji, who kisses you for ‘practice’. it’s what friends do, right? he needs to know what he’s doing when he kisses someone! his hands are already planted around your waist while you straddle his lap, his soft moans spilling onto your lips while you slide your tongue against his lips, his hands moving closer and closer to your chest while his lips stay planted on yours.

bsf!yuji, who starts kissing you like it’s second nature—the two of you are used to it, after all! it’s completely platonic, or so he says. and your lips are just so soft and warm and fit so perfectly against his, he just can’t help it :c

bsf!yuji, who always shows up dishevelled, hair sticking up at awkward angles when he can’t fall asleep—flopping on your bed and sniffing your sheets, flipping over and pawing the air so he can cuddle you to sleep.

bsf!yuji, who massages your stomach when your period cramps start getting to you, his palms warm while he applies a consistent pressure to your stomach while you try not to curl in on yourself.

bsf!yuji, who’s always at your every beck and call—you could call him at the dead of night, and he’d be dressed and ready to show up at your place. need food? say less, he’s driving to the convenience store, stocking up on snacks, showing up at your door, the two of you sitting on the floor, twilight playing in the background while you stuffed your face with shitty ramen and chips.

bsf!yuji, who cant bring himself to accept that he’s fallen in love with you. wholly and utterly down bad, and boy, he’d do anything to call you his, his girl but he’s petrified that you’d say no—that you’re better off as friends when he knows you guys could be so much better as something more.

i love him :3

all works belong to @lilithkleii do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI, lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[ymirsgf]

first kiss <3

(ex) man whore sukuna, and his little geek girlfriend who has all his attention ^^ MDNI!! Sukuna x reader, slight smut, a whole bunch of kissing, slight fluff? idfk.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" said the one and only, Ryomen Sukuna.

a.k.a, your boyfriend Sukuna, the same guy known as for being the literal walking definition of 'man whore' was your boyfriend.

Everyone was shocked. Well, why wouldn't they be? you were the geek nerd who only ever cared about their work. So when your professor assigned you to work with Ryomen for this project that was worth half of your grade, you almost lost it. But at the same time, you had to just pretend it was nothing because you didn't want to risk letting this guy affect you and your grades.

At first, Sukuna teased you endlessly. He was calling you names, picking on you, and just bothering you in general. Eventually, he ended up warming up and realized he had gained feelings for you. and of course, he asked you out and you guys started dating.

Currently, he's in your dorm. You had invited him since you wanted to play some of your multiplayer video games with him. It started off innocent, trust. You guys were sitting on your couch in the living room, playing some mortal Kombat. Sukuna was fuming by the fact that he was getting badly beating by you. But what did he expect? you grew up in a household full of video game obsessed sibilings, of course you were a literal pro at this game.

now, back to the present.

"Why are you asking? thats so random." You said as you tried to focus on the game, not wanting to let that stupid question distract you from your game. "Just curious." Sukuna gave you a quick glance before looking back at the screen. "Guessing that its a no?" "I know you're just asking that so you can distract me." You scoffed. "I'm not," He had that stupid teasing smirk on his face. He's clearly lying. "It just came to me that we've never really talked about that kind of stuff, y'know ? "Shut up already, i don't wanna talk about this right now." you hate that you're actually getting flustered. He's just teasing you so that he can win his stupid match, how childish.

"I wanna try something."

he didn't even give you a warning. just immediately went on top of you, acting like he just wanted to devour you whole, like a whole ass animal.

You just went straight up silent, too shocked by the fact that he's quite literally taking this bit a little too serious. "What is i-" you couldn't even finish your sentence since he leaned down and started leaving soft, gentle kisses on the crook of your neck. His mouth grazed along your neck, his hot breath over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let me take that first kiss of yours."

you couldn't even fight back since he was pinning you down with his body, not that you even cared since you were low-key into whatever the fuck Sukuna was doing. "w-what? what the fuck made you want to take my first kiss while playing mortal Kombat??" His hand came down to your waist, sliding his hands under your top and caressing your stomach. gosh, you felt butterflies in your stomach. you were a whole ass adult and yet you're already getting aroused by some touching. "Does that really matter right now? just kiss me, please." he had that pleading tone that you just couldn't resist, and fuck, that pout on his lips were making you surrender.

you totally understand why people fell for this guy. he's just so hard to resist. "f-fine." Your lame ass didn't know what to do, so you just gave him a quick ass peck on his lips. "there, now leave me alone, Suku." oh, but Sukuna wasn't satisfied with just a quick peck on the lips. he wanted to feel your tongue on his, hear you pant as you gasp for air, see that flustered look on your face. "Baby, that's not what I want. He brought his free hand and started to brush your bottom lip, admiring that cute face of yours. "Just follow my lead, 'kay?"

With that, he claimed your lips. His tongue slipping in your mouth as he used his other hand to continue exploring your stomach, he quite literally couldn't get enough and ended up pulling you closer. Sukuna just couldn't hold back when it came to you.

You were his weakness.

So while he was making out with you, making sure you were practically getting eaten, he slowly started to stop caressing you and got his controller. His stupid plan to distract you so that he could win ended up working.

You were too busy getting devoured that you totally blocked out the TV noise. "You drive me crazy, Love." He groaned as he pulled away from those precious lips of yours. that kiss was sloppy and messy. You thought that making out would be hard since you didn't have any experience, but as you were doing it, it just kinda fell on you and you were able to get the hang of it easily.

"Oh, and by the way, I just beat your ass on this game." you were still trying to catch your breath, so you totally flipped when you looked at the screen and saw that you were on the ground, dead. "Are you serious? you did all that just to win some stupid game?"

"Baby, don't get mad. I'll make it up by taking some more firsts of yours, you got that?" Fuck. you just cant get mad at him when he's talking to you in that low voice of his and that irresistible face he has.

[winqlessdove]

JUST SATORU ! || Satoru Gojo x Reader

━ ACT 1, SECOND DAY: LET'S SHARE OUR POEMS!

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

"Hi [name]! I'm happy to see you didn't run out on me or anything!"

You slowly open your eyes, staring ahead at the white-haired boy with the blue bug-eyes in front of you. You stay quiet for a few moments, clutching the hem of your shirt. After that cute little mini-game styled segment, you thought the dream would've ended.

Is it...still going?

"Uh..yeah. Don't worry, wouldn't do something like that..."

Your back in the classroom. All the others are at the big, conjoined table. 

"[name]." You turn your head to Suguru, seeing him look at you with a sincere smile. "Thanks a lot for keeping your promise."

Now it was Sukuna's turn to talk. "Like they deserve any sort of slack just for showing up..make sure you take us seriously, okay? This isn't some hangout spot."

"Sukuna, you talk so boldly for someone who eats all the whole time your here." Satoru chuckled.

"Sss─" The boy began to stumble over his words, an embarrassed expression etching itself into his face.

"SAVORING FOOD IS THE POINT OF THIS CLUB!!!" 

Choso lets out a soft chuckle at his clubmate's outburst.

 "Don't worry, everyone. [name] doesn't lazy around, they help me with stuff without asking. Like cleaning my room..."

"You and [name] are good friends, huh? I might be a little jealous..." Suguru plays with his bangs.

"I'm sure you can become good friends with them too."

The long-haired boy goes silent. Choso stares at him with a confused expression, clearly oblivious to the situation that he put Suguru and you into. He then turns to look at you.

"Suguru even brought something with you today."

"Choso..." he furrows his eyebrows, looking down at his lap for a few seconds before looking back to you.

"It's...nothing really. I don't want you to feel left out, so I picked out something that I believed you'd like."

He reaches into his school bag and pulls out an adorable notebook, which just so happens to be your favorite color!!!

"Obviously, you can use it to do the club activities...and I could also..." He looks away. "...help you write stuff."

This is...so damn sexy.

How is this guy being the sexiest guy in the world just by caring about you enough to get you a notebook!?!?!?

"Suguru, thank you. I'll definitely use it!" you thank him, enthusiastically taking it from his extended hands.

 You sit down in your seat. While you examine at the pretty present you've been gifted, you begin to listen in on Satoru's conversation with Choso.

"Don't you think our club will seem really...uninteresting compared to the others?" Choso tilts his head, looking up at the other boy.

"Hmmm.." Satoru hums for a moment, tapping his foot. 

"Well, I don't think that's true, y'know? This festival is our chance to show everyone what desserts and writing is really about! The only problem is that the name of our club gives off the impression that we're serious. We gotta do something that proves that mindset wrong."

"That still doesn't solve our problem, Satoru."

"Whatta mean?"

"Even if we come up with the most exciting, engaging event ever, nobody'll come in the first place 'cause of the 'Writing' part in 'Sweets & Creative Writing Club.'  It's more important to figure out how to get students to show up in the first place. Then after we can prove their mindset wrong."

"That's a good point." The President huffed, slumping into his chair. "Then...do ya think food will do the trick?"

"What kind?"

"Well, I was thinking─"

"Pudding, with a cherry on top."

"Good thinking, Choso!" Satoru clapped his hands together. "Let's work out the details of the event itself."

You close your eyes.

Choso seems to be really dedicated to this festival. It's admirable, really. He put his mind to this thing, and he's going to make it come to life. That's the type of boy that you'd fall in love with if this was real.

"Uuuooh─!"

You open your eyes slightly just to see the same boy you were thinking about staring at you. You nearly fall out of your seat His face is blank and devoid of emotion, the type of blank that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Oh, sorry." He gains some type of emotion once again, a soft apologetic smile appearing. "But you shouldn't be sleeping like that. This isn't the sleeping club."

That actually sounds pretty neat.

"Have you been going to sleep late again? I told you to stop that..." His face fell a little. He was clearly worrying about you.

"I...guess I have?" Uh..don't worry about that. But, how 'bout you? You look like you were in a rush this morning." You say, seeing his slightly messy appearance.

"Your hair is sticking out here." You stand up, leaning over the desk to straighten a stray hair down. "And your bow, it's not right either. And your blazer isn't buttoned up either..." 

You run your hands over his body, trying to fix him up. You're oblivious to the way he jolts whenever your fingers brush a sensitive part of him. You begin to button his blazer.

Choso's cheeks flush a little. "This is...kind of funny."

"What is?"

"It makes me feel a little strange, doing things that usually couples do."

"Huhh!? D-don't say that, that'll make me feel weird too."

"It's okay though." He mumbles, putting a hand on your cheek. There's a glint of gratefulness and something else that you can't quite decipher in his eyes. "I'm happy that we're close like this. Thanks, [name]."

A tingly, fuzzy feeling begins to envelop your chest. "Uhh...no problem."

You finish buttoning up his blazer, taking a step back to admire how you've cleaned him up.

"Oooookay everyone!!" Satoru suddenly exclaims. "Why don't we all share the things we wrote now?" His eyes dart to you.

As everyone begins to dig into their bag to take out the assignment, Satoru leans over your shoulder. "You remembered to write something, right?"

"Um..yeah. I did.." you respond.

"Well now that everyone's ready, how about you find someone to share your thing with?" 

Four floating boxes suddenly show up in front of you, each one having a boy's name on it. It seems no one else can see it besides you.

𝗖𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗼

𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮

𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂

After some moments of pondering, you begin with Satoru. He said he was looking forward to seeing your work, and you don't want to disappoint him!

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

"Hi [name]! Ready to share?" He smiled.

"I guess, sure...it's kind of embarrassing though." You hand him the loose leaf you wrote on.

He takes it with two hands, eyes roaming over each line you wrote carefully. After about a minute or so, he looks up at you.

"I like this one! You have a creative spark, it's obvious through this poem. Writing about something as simple as a dessert and being able to transform it into something heartfelt, that's exactly what I was going for with this assignment. You did it wonderfully, [name]."

"Thanks, Satoru.

"No problem! Want to read mine now?"

"Yeah, sure."

He hands you a piece of paper with neat handwriting.

The One I Love Most

My favorite thing, delicious and sweet.

My code stuck in a state of wanting to be.

You are the best thing in this world, good enough to eat.

Why can everyone else have you, except for me?

...uhhh. 

Out of everyone in this club, you wouldn't have expected Satoru to be so...well, this. He seems so carefree and positive, but in his writing it's a completely different story.

"So, what do you think?"

"...it's good. I just...wasn't expecting something like this. It seems...ah...never mind. I like it. You never wrote specifically what was your favorite dessert though, why is that?"

"I wanted it to seem like I was writing to my favorite instead of about it. And besides, I'm not programmed to one specific dessert, so I just ended up being mysterious about it.

"What?"

"Nothing. Anyways, thanks for listening!"

.─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

Now, only 3 boxes appear.

𝗖𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗼

𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮

𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂

You think once again, eventually coming to the decision of Sukuna.

.─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

Sukuna narrows his eyes at the paper, then at you.

"...well, it's what I expected from someone like you."

What's that supposed to mean?

"It's not bad, just not my style."

"Since you like haikus, right? I could tell by your reaction the other day─"

"You wanna get punched, brat?"

"My bad..."

He let out a sigh, looking over to the side.

"That's what I thought. Anyways, here's mine. Not that something like mine would match your writing anyways."

Glutton

Endless love for meat

Flesh fills my tongue and guts

My ache now sated

"So...is your favorite dessert...meat?"

"Yeah. By the look on your face, I can tell you don't like it." He said.

"I do. It's just...so...it seems a little violent outside of context."

"That was kinda the point. Everyone always writes calmly and fancy about things, so people don't take things like mine seriously. They think I'm constantly this monster hungry for fights 'n stuff whenever I write like this."

"Isn't the point of writing expressing yourself?"

"Exactly! If I wanna write about eating until I'm full, then I'll do that. I don't wanna be judged for that. Craving something and finally getting it and taking it in more and more until your full, that's what this whole thing is about. It's not about aggressiveness and being violent, it's just about eating."

"I guess more went into it than I realized."

"That's what it means to be an expert, I'm glad you're learning!" Sukuna smiles proudly.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

𝗖𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗼

𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂

Well, saving Suguru for last wouldn't be too much of an issue, right?

.─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

"Th

is is super good, [name]. I had no idea how good of a writer you were." Choso says, continuing to read your poem.

"That's...not true. Your being too kind."

"I'm not! I just really like it. It's like I can feel the feelings and hard work you put into it." 

He hugs the paper close to his chest.

"This paper reminds me that you're really a part of this club now. Trying out something new, it makes me happy, you know."

"Uh...thanks." You blush. "Can I see your thing now?"

"Sure, but I can't promise I'm any good at it though."

Me and My Brother

My brother and I sit around a table

His head is hung low, tears clinging to his eyelashes

The feeling of sorrow wafts around the house

We are left alone once again.

I want to make him feel better.

I get a plate of pudding and two spoons

He looks up at me, and I wipe away his tears.

Without a word, we begin to eat.

We joke and laugh, and he hugs me tightly

"Thank you, big brother."

Now when I eat the dessert

I think of my little brother and I together at that table.

"This is really nice, Choso. It's good, and it sounds just like you. Is pudding your favorite dessert, because of your little brother?"

"Yes, a warm feeling grows inside my chest every time I eat pudding. It's like the taste replays that good memory."

"That's really nice to hear. Thank you for sharing this with me." You smile. Choso cares a lot about his brother, huh?

"Of course, [name]."

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂

"Mm...mmm..." Suguru hums. A few minutes pass, more than enough time for him to finish reading.

"Uhh..Suguru?"

"Oh! Sorry, I was just...reading it thoroughly. It's good. It's just right, not too deep and not too simple. Also, having that as your favorite dessert is pretty cute."

A nervous smile creeps onto your lips. "Hah..thanks. Um, may I see yours now?"

"Please do! If you'd like, I can explain my thought process behind it."

He hands you his paper.

Eat Until You Can't

Drench the sickening food with syrup and sugar,

The taste still remains

Swallow it whole and in one gulp, eat it as quickly as possibly

Yet the taste will never truly go away

Eat at it any longer

And it will slowly start to eat at you too

"...I like this one, Suguru. Even though it's short, it's descriptive. Like Satoru, you didn't exactly say your favorite dessert.

"Well, I wanted it to seem symbolical, I guess.  You know how you have a favorite meal, but then you eat it so often that it begins to taste gross? That's what I kind of wanted to do with the idea of writing about a favorite dessert."

"That...is a sort of melancholy twist to something so good. Your writing is impressive, Suguru."

Suguru smiles, a soft pink dusting his face. "Thank you, I'm glad to hear how appreciative you are of this."

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

That...was interesting.

You sit down in a seat with a sigh. Satoru and Choso are chatting away, while Sukuna and Suguru look at each other's papers with conflicted faces.

"I guess you could say...yours is...interesting." Sukuna says, handing Suguru's paper back to him.

"Thanks? Yours is...intimating."

"Intimating? Did you completely miss the point or something??? It's clearly about eating until you're full, how can that be intimating?"

"Well, I know that. I just meant it's really simple."

"It's a haiku, that's the point."

"I was just trying to say something nice."

"You have to try that hard to come up with somethin' nice to say? Thanks but it didn't come out nice at all."

"Uh...I do have a couple of suggestions."

"If I was looking for suggestions, I'd ask someone who actually likes it! Which people did, Suguru. Choso liked it and [name] did too. So based on what your saying, I'll gladly give you some suggestions of my own."

"Excuse me. I've spent a while figuring out my own writing style, and I don't plan to change it unless something inspires me significantly. Which I haven't."

"Ugh─!"

"And [name] like my poem too, they said it was impressive."

Sukuna stands up. "Oh? I didn't realize that was so invested in trying to impress our new member."

"Huh!? That's not what...I...you're just..."

Suguru stands up as well, pointing a finger to Sukuna's chest. "I think you're just jealous that [name] appreciates my advice more than they appreciate yours!!!"

"Oh!? And how do you know that?? I didn't know our Vice President was so full of himself."

"If I was so full of himself, I would go out of my way to make everything I do overly aggressive!"

"AGGRESSIVE!?" The pink-haired boy barks.

"Uh.." Choso tries to interject. "Is...everything alright?"

"Well ya know what? I wasn't the one who grows a hard-on the moment [name] shows up!!"

"Sukuna!"

Satoru laughs nervously. "Sukuna, that's kind of─"

"This doesn't have anything to do with you!!!" Both of the arguing boys say.

Suddenly, they both turn towards you.

"[name]! He's just trying to make me look horrible!" Suguru clutches his hand to his chest.

Sukuna glares. "That's not true, he started it! If Suguru could just get over himself and learn to appreciate simple writing, then all this wouldn't have happened! There's no point in forcibly making the reader find out the meaning, it should stick out to them."

"There's a reason we have such deep words; it's the only way to convey complex meaning effectively! Not using expressive language like that is a waste. You understand, right [name]?"

"Uhh..." you mumble.

"Well???" They say.

How did you even get dragged into this!?!?! After looking at both the boys, you finally make a decision.

"Satoru!!!"

Said boy perks up. You don't want to pick sides, so you decide to get someone else to de-escalate the situation.

"Y-yeah! Your guys' fighting...it's making Satoru super uncomfortably!! How can you two fight like this when you know how it makes our President feel!?"

"[name]..."

"Well...that's his problem, this isn't about him! Unless Satoru wants to tell Suguru what a huge idiot he's being!"

"He would never! It's you that has made him upset in the first place!" Suguru says in rebuttal.

"Excuse me? Do you even hear the words comin' out of you? Y'know, this is exactly why you─"

"Stop!!" 

Sukuna and Suguru both go quiet.

"You two are my friends! Everyone needs to get along and be happy; my friends are wonderful people and I love your differences! Everyone is so talented and creative, so why do we fight?"

"Also! Sukuna is a little aggressive, yeah, but there's nothing wrong with that! And Suguru's thing is the same as always, big and beautiful!!"

...what?

Satoru stands up, Choso having a surprised expression behind him.

"I...I will go make some tea!!" Suguru bolts out of the room. Sukuna sits down with a huff, staring at nothing.

You look over to Satoru, only to see him already staring at you.

"..thanks a lot...for that."

"Ah─! No problem. I was just...surprised that you said my name. Sometimes I forget you don't follow a script." He whispered that last part.

"What was that?"

"I just said I'm glad you relied on me to help the whole deal, that's all. Thanks for counting on me, [name]." He smiled sweetly at you, causing your stomach to knot.

"Yeah, o-of course."

You avert your gaze to the floor. It was really nice reading everyone's things; all four of these boys are so good at expressing themselves through words. It also has been a lot of fun being friends with all of them, but a little part of your mind wonders just a little...

Does it have to stop at just that?

Well, whatever else ends up happening inside the future of this dream, you hope that you'll be able to grow closer with these boys.

 But until then, you'll just have to wait and see.

a/n: hiii everyone!!!! im so so so sorry for the delay of this chapter!! ive been busy with schoolwork and other stuff!! i hope everyone likes the poems ive wrote for each member, I tried to make them reference something thats canon to them in the actual jjk series (except for satoru) i also changed up the "help me, sayori!" scene a little i hope thats okay! i would've added it to be choso but honestly i just dont think he'd care enough to de-escalate a fight unless it was involving you or yuji or it got out of hand.. im also super excited for the specialized hangouts! who knows maybe you'll get some affection from them ooohhh 👀👀👀👀

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choso thinks—no, believes—you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. it’s worse in the summer! he swears he gets such a frustrating boner seeing you under the sun..

watching you have fun with yuuji at the beach with your tits bouncing ’n all is straining his cock in his shorts like a horny teenager. god— why did you have to wear that top? not that he’s complaining, though!

by this point, choso’s swallowing his own saliva to keep himself from drooling at the picture of you jerking him off, your delicate hands wrapping around his length—pumping it softly, with measured paces that make him whimper. then when you take him and he gets close, he’ll feel your throat tightening around his cock— and, and, and, and—

“choso! wanna join us?”

“huh? ...nope.. you guys can have fun.”

choso’s dirty fantasies are interrupted by yuuji beaming at him, holding two mini buckets and a toy shovel. although choso did want to join, he wanted to watch you first like a damn pervert, and create sexual imaginations of you two in the most absurd positions getting eachother off.

choso wishes that fantasy of his were real. with you sucking him off behind a palm tree, your eyes heavy with lust, carefully gauging his reaction when your tongue meets the slit of his tip, and down his cock when you trace the veins around it.

he moans, almost faintly so—just enough for the both of you to hear it. he feared that yuuji, who went to buy ice cream, will catch you two by the tail fucking like mutts in heat. you giggle—adorably, if he’d say so—when choso whines. his chest heaving as you continue to tease him with slow, agonizing kisses and licks to his leaky tip, one of your hands coming down to cup his balls as your mouth works toward taking him fully.

but of course, that was just figment of his imagination.

the view from where choso was sitting at was perfect, as he could see everything from here. the calm waves of the sea, the fluffy clouds, the seashells glimmering in the sand... and your thick ass whenever you turned around. choso swears there must be a god blessing him somewhere—your curves were made to be carressed and worshipped by him, and him only.

choso could never come face with the truth that he can only come to you. god, it was almost pathetic. even pictures of hot women didn’t help him when he wanted to chase that ephemeral feeling of release and satisfaction. jennifer lawrence—yuuji’s crush—was like nothing to choso. sure, it made him hard somehow—but it could never compare to how you make him feel.

instead of enjoying the summer vacation with you and yuuji’s friends at the beach right now, he’s thinking about guiding your hands to his throbbing cock to teach you how to jerk him off if you ever didn’t know how to do it. well, do it how you wanna do it—he’ll come like a crying puppy regardless anyway.

but for now? choso has to stick to a dumb playboy magazine covering his stupid boner for you—and the pain of your gorgeous body being something that he can’t touch and own.

“chooo, come with me to get the containers from the car! i need some help in carrying it!” you grin.

maybe choso will get there sooner than he expected.

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୨୧ — alpha sukuna and gojo are your neighbours who are here to help with your pesky heat | 18+

part one part two part three

contents: mdni, fuck-or-die omegaverse, sukugo are alpha x alpha mates, omega!reader, double penetration, knotting, heat, marking, a little bickering lmao, 2.7k words

As Sukuna's knot begins to subside, you reach up, your fingers trembling as you cup his stubbled jaw. You pull him down in a haze, kissing his face appreciatively, your mouth tasting of smoke and salt-slicked skin.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your voice a thready rasp. “Thank you so much.”

Sukuna doesn't growl nor does he pull away. He simply rests his forehead against yours, his breath hitching in his chest, looking at you with an intensity that borders on resentment—but the fond kind, the kind that couldn't stand to see you break.

The sound of the front door clicking open startles you both. Gojo burst in, his work vest half-unzipped, his face pale with terror. He stops dead in the bedroom doorway, taking in the sight of his massive boyfriend pinned inside their neighbor in your nest.

“Ryomen?” he calls out, his cerulean eyes darting to you as you start to feel incredibly horrible for what you just did with a taken Alpha.

What were you thinking? You weren't! You just begged and pleaded to be relieved, not even thinking about how this could affect your friendship with Gojo—

“Thank fuck,” Gojo cuts off your thoughts, eyes shutting with…relief? “I thought you'd leave her for dead instead of resorting to emergency fucking.”

“You think I'm a heartless fuck? She was going into shock, Satoru,” his boyfriend grunts, his voice raw.

Relief washes over Gojo so visibly his shoulders slump. He crosses the room in two strides, dropping to his knees beside you both.

There isn't a hint of jealousy on his handsome face as he presses a fervent kiss to your sweaty temple and then to Sukuna's cheek. “Thank God. Thank you for staying, Ryo. I was driving like a madman trying to get back.”

Sukuna's jaw clenches. “Reckless driving could've resulted in an even worse accident. What the fuck is wrong—Mmph!”

His lecture is interrupted by Gojo's palm as he rolls his eyes and scrunches his face. “Yeah, yeah. Save it for later. Let's deal with this stubborn woman over here.”

The danger is gone, but the fever hasn't fully ebbed. With two Alphas in the room and an Omega whose system is finally wide open and receptive, the air shifts from medical emergency to pure, primal hunger.

Gojo strips off his work clothes, his lean, corded muscles glowing in the dim light. He takes the lead with a gentle, honeyed touch

“You don't have to join this time, Ryo,” Gojo teases the man. “She's stable now.”

“Like fuck am I gonna stand and watch,” Sukuna grumbles, earning a laugh from his mischievous boyfriend while you flush.

“You can leave.”

“Fuck off.”

Sukuna only helped earlier because of your dire state so you obviously didn't expect him to want to go again.

It's a dizzying symphony of sensation. Their mingling scents that are reminiscent of a forest, Satoru’s tongue licking over your scent gland at the side of your neck and Sukuna's nose grazing your dewy cheek.

Satoru moves behind you, chest plastered to your back and his legs bracketing yours, his hands guiding your hips up, while Sukuna returns to his place above you.

At first you thought Sukuna would take your pussy while Gojo takes your ass—and you were rightfully nervous about the latter.

But then Sukuna pushes into your cunt and right as he bullies into you all the way, another cock nudges inside, both men groaning when your gooey, gummy walls clamp down on them in pulses.

“W-Wait! Both of you—”

“Relax,” Sukuna interrupts, carmine eyes boring into yours. “You can take it.”

Inch by inch, you're stretched to far beyond what you have been before, your breath hitching in high-pitched sobs as they share you. Sukuna's thick, blunt cock fills you from the front, his hands anchored in your hair, while Gojo slides in behind.

The stuffing is overwhelming as your pussy convulses and clenches around the dual intrusion, fluttering and dribbling with globs of slick to be able to accommodate them.

Your nerves are on fire as they move in a mind-numbing, staggered rhythm. Gojo's sandalwood scent mingles with Sukuna's smoke, creating a cocoon that drowns out the last of the sickly-sweet rot in your blood.

When the orgasm comes, it's total. Gojo grips your waist, his fingers bruising your skin as he reaches his own, his knot swelling deep within you.

Seconds later, Sukuna lets out a guttural groan, his body locking tight as he fills you from the other side. They knot you simultaneously, their combined seed flooding you until you feel heavy and warm and bloated, milky white liquid dripping out of your cunt.

“She’s suffering, Ryomen,” Satoru coos as he strokes your cheek.

“She’s a mess,” Sukuna rumbles, brushing your damp hair off your forehead.

They get you to your feet, your legs wobbly from the first round of taking both of them. You can barely stand and they don't mind one bit.

Gojo takes you from the front, his hands sliding under your thighs to lift you up in the air abruptly, earning a shriek from you. He chuckles, his eyes gleaming. “I've got you, sweetheart. Just breathe for me.”

Sukuna steps in behind you, his large, calloused hands gripping your hips a bit roughly. “Stop whining,” he murmurs against her ear, though his voice is thick with hunger. “You wanted Alphas? You got two.”

“I—But I'm okay now—”

The white-haired man hushes you. “It's okay, sweets. We know you want this. You scent gets extra toasty while Sukuna and I are fucking. An awful coincidence, am I right?”

Your sweet neighbor cocks his head to the side, his soft hair flopping over with the movement as his gaze sparkles with mirth like sapphires.

Okay, so maybe you touch yourself to the sounds of their coupling. It couldn't be helped!

The snarls and growls you'd hear would make your clit pound even if it sounded like they wanted to rip each other's throats out. That was always followed by a scuffle like they were wrestling for dominance, slamming each other against furniture and the walls in hard thuds, pants and huffs of exertion ringing out after.

And whoever won the fight would be the one to fuck the other, harsh grunts and puffs of laughter along soft moans as if the latter was a sore loser would filter into your room from next door. Moreover, the hickeys and bite marks that would cover their skin the next day told you enough.

Hence, you can't deny it, looking away as the men exchange a knowing glance. Thankfully, they don't tease you about how your scent heightens after Gojo brings up your voyeurism.

As their hips snap up against yours, the differences between them are more glaring. Gojo's thrusts are slow, agonizingly deep, and steady, stretching you with strokes that make your vision swim. Sukuna is slamming into you from behind with a relentless, punishing pace.

“Look at you,” Sukuna rasps, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder. “Taking both of us like a good little neighbor. Does it hurt still, or do you just love being filled up?”

All you can respond with are wanton moans and high-pitched whimpers, your eyelids low, brows scrunched and jaw slackened as they fuck into you, cocks rubbing against each other and your ribbed cunt.

Scrambled syllables of their names fall from your lips, different combinations each time as if you're coming up with new ship names for them.

Eventually, the sheer weight of their dual assault brought all three of you to the rug instead of the bed again. Sukuna lay on his back this time, pulling you down onto him, while Gojo moves over you, bracing his weight on his forearms.

The contrast is staggering. Sukuna's hands are everywhere—pinching your aching nipples until you gasp, kneading the plush flesh of your ass until it is flushed and hot. Gojo leans down, his lips trailing soft, worshipful kisses along your jawline even as he buries himself deep inside you again.

“You're doing so well,” he praises, his thumb your pearly clit in a firm, wet blur. “So wet for us. Give it all to me, okay? Give it to Ryo too. He gets pouty when he's left out.”

That earns a swat from Sukuna while Gojo laughs.

“So full, Satoru,” you mewl, leaning against the man behind you. “And Sukun—”

A stinging slap against your ass has you yelping. “Why is he Satoru while I'm Sukuna? I've been inside you longer than he has. Drop the formalities, brat. It's Ryomen to you too.”

Face warm, you nod. “Uh, right…Ryo...men.”

Sukuna doesn't offer praise. Instead, he bands his thick arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He doesn't mate you—he knows the rules—but he claims every other inch.

He sucks hard, the sound sloppy and carnal, leaving a dark bruise right over your collarbone. Gojo follows suit on the other side, his marks lighter, more like love bites, some heart-shaped, but just as numerous.

When the stuffing becomes too much, they slide out, leaving you leaking and shivering on the floor. But then they move in unison, nearly knocking foreheads. It's so obvious they've never done this before. Their heads dip between your thighs.

“Isn't sharing fun?” Gojo asks his boyfriend cheerfully, having been trying to talk him into bringing someone into their relationship for months now, even if it's just for some temporary fun.

The man has always had voracious tastes. When they met back in university as roommates, Sukuna soon found out that their dorm was a revolving door for omegas to walk through and get laid by a more than willing alpha.

He was convinced that the slutty man would have a harem of omegas by the time they graduated only for fate to twist things after a really intense, simultaneous rut that had them fucking each other and realizing that it wasn't that bad at all. Better than dealing with clingy, dizzyingly-scented omegas.

They should have felt threatened by each other's pheromones, they should be clashing and fighting over territory, over potential mates but instead, they'd claw and bite at each other for different, hungrier reasons. It was thrilling to take turns mounting and knotting the other who had to be tied to the bed and muzzled so they wouldn't try to take over.

And yet, the tatted man knew that his boyfriend would always be a whore and it was confirmed when an aggravating, pretty omega moved next door that Gojo couldn't stay away from.

First it was merely just a suspicion then it became a nagging thing that had him borderline fucking Satoru in common areas just for you to see so he could catch how his boyfriend's arousal and scent spiked at the possibility of being watched by you. Not that Ryomen was any better with how his cock would swell at the sight of your wide eyes and parted lips.

Sukuna cuts the white-haired man a glare, eyes hooded and narrowed. “Shut the fuck up and help me clean up the mess you made.”

“Me?! Half if not most of that is all you!”

A big hand cups the back of Satoru’s head and shoves his face into the apex of your thighs as you jolt from the sudden contact.

His tongue is broad and sweeping, lapping up your puffy pussy with a focused devotion, while Sukuna is more aggressive, his tongue flicking against your clit with sharp, deliberate prods that draw a whiny keen from your throat.

Midway through, they draw back just enough to find each other, mouths meeting in a messy, devouring kiss, tasting you on each other’s lips—a chaotic exchange of alpha dominance and shared craving—before diving back down to finish the job.

The heat is reaching its breaking point as they flip you again, the ache in their knots too hard to ignore and further.

You're once more crushed between their bodies. Gojo takes you from the front—like he knew you were more at ease with his presence rather than Sukuna's—while his boyfriend takes you from behind.

“You can feel it coming, can't you?” The pink-haired man grunts, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, squeezing firmly. “Your tight cunt is clamping down. Take it. Take every drop.”

“That's it, honey,” Gojo encourages, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “Come for us. Let go. We aren't going anywhere.”

You honestly want them to leave with how overwhelming they both are, their scents overpowering yours to the point that you feel like you could disappear unnoticed. Though you doubt that with how all their attention is solely on you.

As you come, crying out into the quiet of the apartment, their knots begin to swell in unison. The dual pressure is immense, locking them into you, anchoring you to the floor between them.

Sukuna groans, a raw, animalistic sound, his forehead resting against your spine as he lets go, his rut merging with your heat. Gojo holds your face, wiping the sweat with his palms and licking the tears from your cheeks, whispering sweet nothings as they both fill you with their seed, ensuring that for the rest of your heat, you won't remember anything but the weight of them.

The morning sun is unforgivingly bright. You wake to the smell of toasted bread and expensive coffee. Wincing from the blinding rays of sunlight, you duck your face into a pillow.

A very warm pillow with a heartbeat and smells like smoky, cherry wine and the woods.

Popping an eyelid open, you find a sunkissed expanse of inked skin, your drool on a plump pectoral muscle.

Uh-oh…

Slowly, you drag your gaze up to meet the ruby irises you were hoping not to find staring right back at you.

Sukuna just woke up too, having felt you stir and judging by your knitted brows, pouty lips and crinkling eyes, you did not want to see him cuddling you. Fuck, you look scared of him.

He knows he's been a dick to you but the unease in your tensed body makes his stomach churn. He wants it gone so he does what he knows you want.

“You want Satoru?”

“Mhm.” Why did you have to look so cute all puffy-faced with your cheek squashed to his chest?

“Satoru, she's up!” He calls out, voice rumbling through you as you sit up and rub your eyes.

Within seconds, Gojo is there, dressed in a soft t-shirt, hovering over you with a glass of water and a plate of eggs.

Beaming, he presses a kiss to the top of your tousled hair.

“Drink,” he urges softly, propping you up with pillows. “You lost a lot of fluids.”

Sukuna is in the corner of the room—you didn't even see him get up or get dressed—leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed, watching you with that same unreadable, brooding stare.

You take a shaky sip of water, your throat dry. You look from Gojo to Sukuna, your face heating up as the memories of the night—the near-death experience, the desperation, the knots, the way Sukuna had listened to your heart—comes rushing back.

“I'm so sorry,” you blurt, your voice cracking. “Satoru, I didn't mean for this to happen. I was negligent. I should have called my helper sooner.”

You look toward Sukuna, your eyes downcast. “And Sukuna... I know you don't like omegas. I know my scent makes you feel out of control. I’m so sorry I forced your hand. I won't let it happen again. I'll move if I have to.”

Sukuna lets out a sharp, dismissive huff, turning his head toward the window.

“Eat your eggs, Girl Scout,” he grunts, though the usual bite in his voice is missing.

Gojo sits on the edge of the bed, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. “You aren't moving anywhere. And you didn't 'force' anyone. Ryo might be a grump, but he’s an Alpha. He did what he was supposed to do. He didn't want you to die.”

The ivory-haired man shoots a knowing look at his boyfriend. “And between you and me? I think he’s just mad because he realized he actually likes the way you smell without all that burnt sugar in the air.”

Sukuna doesn't deny it. He just pushes off the dresser and walks out of the room, muttering something about needing more coffee.

another one!

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୨୧ — alpha sukuna when his annoying neighbor is in critical condition and gojo isn't available | 18+

part one

contains: mdni, fuck-or-die omegaverse, sukugo are alpha x alpha mates, omega!reader, dubcon (applies to both parties), knotting, reader is on the verge of death, major character death (kidding!), 3.0k words

The scent in the hallway is the first sign of trouble. It's not the usual drift of expensive espresso or the faint musk of the gym—it's thick, like rotting peaches and heavy cream.

You lean against your doorframe, your vision swimming. It had been three years since you'd let an Alpha you're familiar with near you during a cycle. You'd prided yourself on your independence, using high-grade suppressants and the occasional casual “heat buddy” to get through the worst of it. But this time, the meds have failed. Your body hitting back with a vengeance.

However, you're stubborn and convince yourself that it isn't that bad. Only the beginning so you push it aside and go about your day as usual.

Naturally, the heat decides to hit you like a freight train, but worse is the stagnation. Because you're trying to suppress it through sheer willpower and a double dose of inhibitors, the energy has nowhere to go. It curdles.

At the office, the air becomes thin. Your boss, a kindly Alpha in his late fifties, had offered to walk you to your car when you were wobbly after leaving a meeting. For a split second, the desperation was so loud you actually considered asking him to just touch you—anything to break the fever. Then, your instinct flared. You had snarled at him, a literal, guttural sound that left the office in stunned silence.

You had fled to your apartment, locking all four deadbolts, and haven't left since, mortified and miserable. You layer scent patches on scent patches that you almost became a paper mache doll. Anything to suppress the smell so it doesn't waft to others.

Gojo would pass by and knock, trying to get your attention, asking, “Hey, sweets. Are you good in there?” “Take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything.” “Do you want me to call your Alpha?” “I'm seriously worried. Please text me.”

The anxiety in his voice had you shooting him texts with a bunch of emojis like he sends you to assure him you're good. Because you were. You had it under control.

Now, on day four, the apartment feels like a tomb filled with candy that had melted in the sun and now sticks to every corner of your home like the paint on the walls.

The scent of a healthy Omega in heat is like fresh lilies or warm nectar. Your scent has passed that. It was now thick, heavy, and potent, smelling of burnt sugar and chemical syrup. It's the scent of a body beginning to shut down from hormonal toxicity.

You lay on your bathroom tiles, the cold stone the only thing keeping you conscious as your brain that feels like sludge sliding viscerally to the opposite of any way you turn. It makes you feel nauseous, what little food you forced yourself to eat threatening to come back up.

Don't get it twisted, you did try to handle it yourself, but every touch only spikes your blood pressure, making your heart hammer against your ribs until you feel dizzy. As if your body is punishing you for wanting to go through it alone for once.

At one point, you don't know the time of day or the date, ready to just close your eyes and let the ‘heat-stroke’ take you. The idea of just letting go, stop fighting against the current and let it sweep you up and swallow you sounds so pleasant as it blankets you in a false safety, black dots bouncing around in your vision.

Then comes the pounding on the door. It isn't Gojo's polite knock. It's aggressive. Demanding.

“Hey! Open the door or I’m kicking the goddamn frame in!”

It's Sukuna.

The pink-haired man couldn't give less of a fuck about you but after not seeing you for a few days, your agitating presence buzzing around his boyfriend like an annoying fly with your easy laughter and constant smiles, he gets suspicious.

At first, he was relieved that you got the hint and backed off before he had to turn into a rabid wolf and tell you to get the fuck away from his man. Maybe you weren't that dense after all.

But then today, as he was returning from work, the candied, invasive scent knocked him in the chest, clawing at it and making it hard to breathe. It was so sudden and unexpected but he knew it was yours from the undertones of pine and wet earth.

That's how he finds himself banging on your door like a madman after texting Gojo about it who begs him to check on you. He was going to do it anyway. The situation is clearly dire. Any animosity could be pushed aside for now.

How could you let it get this fucking bad?

“I'm not fucking kidding. Open up now.” Shit, are you already dead? Maybe passed out from the severity of the heat sickness? The thought makes his stomach roil.

Dragging yourself toward the entryway, your movements uncoordinated and swaying, like a wounded animal. You don't even have the strength to be shocked that the man who hates you is screaming your name.

On the other side of the wood, Sukuna is losing his mind. The sheer excess of your pheromones is an assault to his senses. It is a biological paradox: his mind finds the smell sickly and alarming, but his Alpha anatomy was responding to the “Omega in distress” signals with terrifying intensity.

His pupils are blown wide, his jaw aching from how hard he is clenching it. He could feel his cock swelling—a reflexive, shameful response to the scent of an unbred Omega on the verge of a medical emergency.

“[Name]!” he roars again, hitting the door with his palm. “You smell like a goddamn hospital ward! I can taste the burnt sugar in the hallway. You need to go to the hospital. Open. The. Door.”

A quiet voice in his head reasons with him, telling him not to be so forceful, that he might be scaring you or stressing you out further.

Sighing deeply, he shuts his eyes, jaw tight as he drops his forehead against the door and tries again.

“Look, I know you’re suffering and it's getting really bad so please,” the last word comes out shaky and needier than you'd ever expect from him. “Let me in. You need help. I can't stand it.”

“I don't want you to come near me like this,” you admit, grimacing as you remember what Satoru told you about him not liking Omegas for this very reason. “I don't want you to help. You should go.”

The doorknob rattles as he tries to turn it.

“Please, open the door,” he begs in a low whine that hitches in his chest and has your reluctance melting.

Fumbling with the lock clumsily, the metal feels like it weighs a hundred pounds. When the door finally swings open, you can't stand. You don't, slumping against the frame, your skin flushed and sweat beading on your forehead, your eyes smudged dark from your lack of sleep and glassy, heavy-lidded as you blink at his blurry silhouette.

Sukuna recoils for a fraction of a second. The smell inside the apartment is a physical weight—so sweet it makes his teeth ache. He looks down at you, his usual scowl replaced by a look of genuine, panicked agitation.

“Where is your Alpha?” he demands, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling register that makes your spine shiver despite your sickness. “Geez, how could you do this to yourself?”

“Don't... have one,” you rasp, your voice dry. “Suppressants... didn't work. I don't…know…why?”

The man swears, a string of foul words. He stays in the hallway, gripping the doorframe so hard the wood creaks. He doesn't want to go in. He knows if he stepped into that concentrated cloud of hormones, his instincts would override every bit of his hatred for you.

“She's gonna need to be emergency-fucked,” Satoru had texted him earlier. “I can't get there fast enough so it has to be you.”

“You’re going to die, you stupid woman,” he growls, though his eyes are darting over you, checking for signs of a seizure. “Satoru is at work. He’s been a wreck since I told him earlier. He’s terrified you’re dying in here. So am I.”

“Listen to me. I can call an ambulance. I can call the police for a wellness check. But you know what happens then? Six Beta paramedics and Alpha cops are going to barge in here while you’re like this. It’ll be a riot. It’ll be humiliating, and they’ll haul you to a state ward.”

A small, broken whimper, your head lolling back. Sukuna's scent—sharp, smoky, and dangerously comforting—is cutting through your saccharine fog, and your body is practically screaming at you to paw at him and mount him.

“I don't... want... strangers,” you breathe, wet eyes bowing and bottom lip jut out, as you slide to the floor, too weak to hold yourself up anymore.

Sukuna looks down at his hands, which are shaking. He hates this. He hates how your scent makes his blood boil. But he sees the way your pulse is jumping in your neck—irregular and fast.

“I’m not Satoru,” he reminds you, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly soft warning. “I’m not 'sweet.' I don't even like you. But I’m not letting a neighbor rot to death next door while my boyfriend's heart breaks for her.”

He steps over the threshold, the air in the apartment hitting him like a tidal wave. His baser need roars to life, his protective instincts snapping into place.

“Call whoever you usually use,” Sukuna commands, hovering over you like a dark cloud. “Call them now, or so help me, I am carrying you to the car and driving you to the ER myself. Choose. Now.”

The sweetness in the stuffy apartment air makes Sukuna's lungs burn. You look up at him, your eyes rolling back, your hand feebly reaching for the hem of his shirt and he tenses.

“Satoru,” you whine, the name a broken prayer that makes Sukuna's eye twitch. “Can... can Satoru do it? I trust him.”

A gruff, bitter laugh comes from the pink-haired man, his hands fisting at his sides. Initially,he thought it was his hostility towards you that made him less than savory in your presence but it was obvious you're crushing on his boyfriend and with how Satoru's eyes light up at the mention of you, he fears it may be mutual.

That's what he gets for dating a man who was hardly monogamous in the past.

“Satoru is stuck at the plant until dawn, woman. You don't have until dawn. Your heart is already red-lining. If I don't do something now, you’re going to seize.”

He looks at you—really looks at you—and the sight of you completely undone, dying for the lack of an Alpha’s touch. The helpless tears welling in your eyes at the information finally snaps his restraint.

Kneeling down after he shuts the door, his massive frame looms over you. “I'm the only Alpha you've got. Do you want me to help? You have to say it.”

“Please,” you nearly sob, the word barely a breath but it catches in his chest. “Anything.”

Sukuna doesn't hesitate as he scoops you up and carries you to your bedroom, setting you down in your nest of blankets and pillows. Then he grabs your face, his large hands framing your jaw, and crushes his mouth against yours.

The contact is explosive. His saliva, laced with the enzymes designed to neutralize your distress, acts like a cooling balm on your parched senses. A muffled squeal is swallowed by his mouth, your body arching off the mattress as the first wave of reprieve hits you.

But it isn't enough, not at this point. It's akin to trying to put out a wildfire with a garden hose. The saccharine scent sharpens rather than fades.

The chemical fire in your blood only cools for a split second, only to roar back twice as hard. You need more. Your body didn't just want a kiss, it needs the total hormonal flush that only a knot could provide.

“Not enough,” you whine against his lips. “Please, Sukuna. It hurts.”

“I know,” he huffs, his voice raw as he looks over your paling body. “God, I know.”

“Fuck, you're too far gone,” he curses against your lips, his voice thick with a mix of hunger and genuine fear.

Stripping you of your oversized shirt and soaked panties, he doesn't waste time, his movements rough but focused. He moves between your legs, pushing them wide with his shoulders. The sight of your pussy—slick, swollen, and trembling—sends a surge of molten heat through him that makes his cock throb painfully against his zipper.

Numbness sinks into your bones as you feel your legs get pushed open and hot breath fall on your cunt. Fists clenching, you squirm as his sweltering, sopping tongue melts against your drooling slit.

Wetness gushes from you as he takes a mouthful of your pussy into his mouth. It's slicing, not satiating. Sobs and cries pour from your mouth in hiccups as he holds you down, body as heavy as lead with each flat, wide lap of his tongue from entrance to clit.

Sukuna isn't being gentle as he wants you to come, needs your system to trigger the massive endorphin dump that would save your heart from failing.

With each flick from his tongue and suckle from his lips, you reach your orgasm almost instantly, your body shuddering in white hot pain, not an ounce of pleasure in the release, but as you drift toward a dead faint, your scent remains distressing.

Your eyes roll back. Your breath comes in short, terrifying hitches. You're coming, but your body is so exhausted from the four-day strain that you're starting to go limp, your consciousness flickering like a dying candle.

“No, no, stay with me,” he barks, slapping your cheek lightly to keep you conscious. He sees your eyes fluttering, your breathing becoming shallow and his heart drops to his ass.

Your body is shutting down. The “flush” hadn't worked. There's only one way to force the hormones out of your blood. He has to bridge the gap.

Fuck, now he has to emergency fuck you.

He shucks his pants, his cock springing free—thick, dark, and already beginning to bulb at the base.

Discarding his shirt, corded muscles and skin flushed a violent, feverish red is revealed. His eyes were blown wide, pupils swallowing the crimson irises but all you see is a smear of coral and tan in your dimming vision.

“I'm sorry,” he murmurs, guilt gnawing at him, though his eyes are dark with a predatory instinct he could no longer fight. “I'm so fucking sorry, baby, but I have to.”

“Mhm,” you hum a noncommittal sound and he doubts you heard him.

Crawling over you, he pins your wrists above your head as he sinks into you in one long, devastating thrust. The fit is suffocating and scorching with how you're burning up, dousing his shaft in your slick immediately so it slides right in.

Your eyes snap open, a silent scream dying in your throat as he buries himself in you to the hilt.

Sukuna doesn't wait because he can't. He starts to pound into you at a brutal pace. Each thrust is deep enough to bruise, his heavy weight crushing you into the bedding, headboard punching the wall with each snap of his hips.

“Baby, hey. Come on, look at me,” he pants urgently, voice soft and coaxing above the slap of skin because he's so fucking scared that you're not going to make it.

He's terrified you'd slip away mid-fuck. Every few strokes, he pauses, pressing his ear flat against your sweat-slicked breast. He listens to the rapid, irregular thud-thud-thud of your heart, straining to find it over the rush of blood in his ears and the pound of his own, tracking the rhythm like a hunter.

“Still there,” he sighs, more to himself than you, before resuming his relentless pace. “That's it, baby. Stay with me, yeah?”

“Hurts so bad,” you cry as the familiar weight in your lower belly swells, pressure building almost blindingly.

It's almost disgusting how slick you are, drenching your sheets, his thighs and your own but evidently you can't find it in you to be ashamed right now.

“I know, baby, I know. But you need this, okay? It'll be over soon, just keep those pretty eyes on me,” he reassures you.

The friction is incredible, the scent of his smoky, woodsy musk finally beginning to drown out the worst of your heat. Sukuna feels his knot burgeoning and picks up the pace, a few more hard, deep thrusts before he's spilling inside you.

A strangled roar comes from deep in his chest as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and bites down—not a mating mark, but a claim of protection—as his knot swells to its full, agonizing size inside you.

The scream that rips from your throat makes him flinch but it's not from pain this time. Instead pure, blissful relief as you slump against the covers with an airy gasp.

He stays deep, locking you both together as he continues to come. Thick, hot jets of his seed flood you. Burly arms hold you tight, his chest heaving, his ear still pressed to your heart, waiting and praying for the sporadic beat to slow into a healthy, post-heat rhythm.

As he fills you, his seed carrying the high-concentration suppressants that only a knotting Alpha produces, your body finally breaks. You convulse beneath him again, a massive, systemic orgasm shattering the fever. The cloying, sickening sweetness in the air starts to dissipate, replaced by the clean, musk-heavy scent of a successful mating.

Sukuna lets out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes shimmering with a reluctant, protective warmth.

“You're good, baby,” he whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and hating how easily the endearment comes out of his mouth. “I've got you.”

how was it? gojo is on his way dw 😭

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[rambld]

୨୧ — alpha sukuna and gojo are your new neighbours

part one part two part three

contents: fuck or die omegaverse based on this, sukugo, sukuna does not fuck with omegas lmao, gojo is friendly, reader is lonely, 1.1k words

The move to the new apartment is supposed to be a fresh start, but you quickly realise that your floor comes with its own peculiar ecosystem.

In this world, the biological clock screams rather than ticks. If an Omega or Alpha ignored their cycle for too long, their pheromones become cloying, heavy, and sickeningly sweet, an alarm bell signaling that the body was entering a dangerous state of systemic shock.

No one wants to reach the "Saccharine Stage." It was a death sentence wrapped in the scent of rotting honey or burnt sugar.

You haven't had a steady partner in three years, but you're responsible. Usually, you hired “Helpers”—professional Alphas who keep things clinical and safe. You're always prepared. What you aren't prepared for is the neighbor from hell.

When you knock on 4B with a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies, the man who answers is a wall of pure, unadulterated aggression. He's massive, shoulders filling the doorway, his scent a sharp, biting smoke that makes your instincts want to both bolting and bowing.

Ink crawls up the sides of his unfriendly face, highlighting the frown marring his features as he sizes you up with piercing, crimson eyes that don't look impressed in the slightest at your cute little sundress or the plate in your hands.

Lip curling, he sneers at you down the line of his hooked nose, voice deep and gravelly. “I don't buy cookies from Girl Scouts," he tells you, his gaze raking over you that's more repulsed than cold. “Get the fuck out.”

A gust of wind hits you as the door slams so hard the hallway rattles. You stand there, clutching the ceramic, feeling the sting of a rejection you didn't even invite just as vividly as the tingle in your nose.

Walking back to your apartment, you mentally smack yourself for trying to be neighborly. You're definitely not doing that again. The one time you try to be social just reminds you of why you keep to yourself.

Retreating to your living room, you plop down on the couch and bury yourself in a pint of ice cream that's yummy but tastes bitter in your mouth after that encounter, and mutter every curse word you know.

The commotion starts twenty minutes later—muffled shouting, a heavy thud, and then a soft, careful knocking at your door.

When you open it, you blink and look up. This man isn't the same coral-haired, scarlet-eyed brute from earlier—thankfully.

He's nearly as tall as the asshole next door but possesses a lean, athletic grace like a swimmer. His eyes were bright blue, hair a dazzling silver, his smile immediate and disarming. For a split second, you think he might be an Omega too, but then his scent hits you: sandalwood and rain. A deep, grounding Alpha presence.

“I am so incredibly sorry,” he apologises instantly, confusing you as you definitely haven't met him before, his voice a smooth baritone that felt like velvet. “My boyfriend has the social skills of a territorial grizzly. I’m Gojo. And please tell me those are the cookies I smell.”

Gojo is the antithesis of his partner, Sukuna. Over the next month, the white-haired man becomes a fixture in your transition to the building. He helps you mount your TV, hauls your new furniture up the stairs, and in exchange, he raids your kitchen for anything sugar-coated you bake.

“Sukuna is a lot,” he admits one afternoon, tightening a bolt on your bed frame. “But he’s fiercely protective. He just doesn't know how to turn it off.”

Living next to them is a constant reminder of your own dry spell. Sukuna and Gojo are active to say the least.

Most nights, you could hear the low, steady thrum of a headboard hitting the shared wall—not loud enough to be a grievance, but enough to make you reach for your weighted blanket. And they are not shy about public displays of affection.

You see them everywhere.

Once in the hallway, they were tangled together against their door, scents saturated with bourbon and fruity cocktails, Gojo's hands buried in Sukuna's dusty pink hair as they kiss sloppy and hungry, their moans making you blush.

Sukuna, for all his mean-mugging and sour expressions, is constantly whispering something into Gojo's ear when you pass by them in the lobby that makes the younger Alpha flush a deep, dark red.

Let's not forget the elevator incident—though you really try to. The doors had opened to find Sukuna pinning Gojo against the handrail, his teeth grazing his lover's scent gland. With how limp Gojo was, you almost thought he was being eaten.

Sukuna had looked up then, his eyes darkening into a bloody shade as he let out a warning growl that told you to back away or be shredded.

You'd done just that, hands raised in surrender and head bowed as you stepped out and waited for the next lift, heart hammering.

A week before your scheduled heat, you catch Gojo in the mailroom and he beams, ever ready to talk your ear off, oblivious to the fact that you've been trying to avoid him recently under the pretext of being busy with work.

“Gojo, look," you start only to be interrupted with a stern, pointed look from him.

“What did I say about that? It's Satoru.”

Sheepish, you nod, shifting your weight. “Right, Satoru. I think you should stop coming over. Sukuna clearly hates me, and I don't want to cause any trouble for you. Every time he sees me, he looks like he’s ready to bury a hatchet in my skull and snap my neck in half.”

Gojo softens, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. His touch is platonic, but the warmth is undeniable. It eases you a little as he's one of the only people you're somewhat close to outside of your friends.

“It’s not personal, sweetheart. I promise,” he assures you then sighs. “Sukuna is... hypersensitive. He’s wary of Omegas. He’s one of those Alphas who gets hit hard by the pheromonal shift. He hates the feeling of losing control when an Omega’s scent starts to turn. He’s terrified of that scent. It triggers a 'must-fix-it' instinct in him that’s borderline violent.”

You nod, your throat tight. You understood. The biological imperative to “save” an Omega from a lethal heat could turn even the most rational Alpha into a feral beast.

“Just stay safe,” Gojo whispers, his eyes lingering on you a moment too long with a flash of concern and care. “Your cycle is coming up, isn't it? I can smell the change starting. Be careful, sweetheart.”

That has you nodding vigorously. “Oh, don't worry. I'm stocked up on suppressants and such.”

You watch him walk away, feeling the heavy, sweet pressure beginning to build in your chest. You have your suppressants and your “helper” on speed dial, but for some reason, as you look at the closed door of 4B, the thought of a clinical, paid-for heat feels more lonely than it ever had before.

so...do we want more of this yah or nah?

tags: @peachygelic @liliklei @getopilleds @cttelina @mrswhitethornbelikov @shazzer29 @dadonprimma @vigumii @petalsmoons @sunabff @luoodle @wwasabiiiii @bruleecream @princesspeach0-0 @vm4879bb-blog @zenaskull @icebearcucumber @beaniesayshi @iluvgetosuguru @yoonsucks

[winqlessdove]

SUKUNA AND GOJO FIGHT OVER YOU (YOUR INTO IT)!?!?!?

━━ spoiler warning, they join forces

Satoru lets out a low giggle on your kiss-swollen lips, lapping at them with his tongue teasingly.

"You know, you are just━" he presses a few pecks on your mouth, resulting in a mewl coming from you. "━the sweetest thing. Inviting me over after-school. I wish we could do this every day, every hour, maybe even every minute...wouldn't you agree baby?"

You didn't exactly invite him over, the white-haired boy more or less just latched onto you while you walked home. You didn't even get a moment to breathe before he dragged you to your room and practically pounced on top of you, thus leading to this moment.

You, with fat hickeys on your neck and aching lips, and him, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

He continued to ramble on and on, something about being deeply in love with you and you two should get married and other nonsense. He was just getting to the point where he was about to place just a few more love-bites on you when your phone began to ring.

His eyes dart over to your desk, clearly annoyed that you both were interrupted. He reached over for the phone, letting out a loud scoff as he saw the contact name.

"EWWW, Sukuna!?! Seriously, why do you even have his number saved? The only boy you should have in your phone is me." Satoru huffed.

"Well, I'm not stopping. Soooo...try your best to be quiet, unless you want him hearing you moan so cutely?"

He picked up the call, laying it down next to you and putting it on speaker.

"[name], you busy right now? 'cause honestly, 'm really fucking pissed off because of my coach and I was hoping your parents weren't home so I could━wait. oh for fuck's sake, I know that's not Gojo with you."

Sukuna stopped talking, hearing a moan from you to stop and a very familiar yet obnoxious snicker.

"Sorry 'Kunnnaaaa, they're a little busy right now, with me. Isn't that right pretty?"

You let out another noise as he licks at your lips once again. The boy over the phone lets out a groan.

"First of all, don't ever call me that again. And second, you know what? Fuck it, I don't really care if your there or not. Babe, 'm gonna be there in 5."

"Uh, w-wait...Sukuna━!"

By the time you cried out, he already hung up. You already knew how this was gonna play out. The two boys were gonna huff and puff at each other the whole time and by the time the two left, you'd be covered head to toe in lewd marks.

(Well, it's not like you minded. It was really hot when they got all angry at each other for you.)

Man, tonight was going to be a great night.

━━━

"Mmmh..shitt. Y-you guys..slow..gghh...down." you whined, your mind go fuzzy from all the sensations you were feeling.

Sukuna shut you up with his lips. He kissed you roughly and sloppily, your teeth and tongues clashing together while whimpers emitted from the both of you. He tugged at your bottom lip, smiling as you cried before soothing the spot he bit.

Meanwhile, Satoru focused on the space below. He kissed at your throat and collarbone, his canines gliding just soft enough against your skin that it made you squirm.

"Yeah, Sukuna.." he let out a 'pop' as he pulled away from your neck. "Slow down. And also, it's my turn to kiss their lips.."

Said male rolled his eyes.

"Don't give a damn. You had 'em to yourself for a while before this."

"For a while!? It was barely 15 minutes before you came!"

"If you got sucha problem, do something 'bout it."

Here they were arguing once again. It was always a sight. Seeing two sexy boys that you loved butting heads about which one should kiss you. To be honest, your preference was just all three of you touching tongues together, but that was apparently a "one-time thing."

"Guys, please...maybe...just...come here."

You gently grabbed the nape of each boy, pulling them both towards your neck. They ceased their chattering and eventually directed their attention towards you.

It was real fun to see them get irritated with them like that, but it was even better when you could (temporarily) resolve their conflict so quickly and see them get along to do one thing, please you.

"You know, maybe you two should just kiss━"

"I'd rather die."

They said in unison.

a/n: fuck i love makeout scenes im gonna nut

[ryoride]

ꮼ fratboy!sukuna ia very sweet & apologetic to his very high gf!

ᦸ he didn't think to warn you about his edibles ⸝⸝ req.

Ryomen knew he fucked up the moment he walked back into his dorm room & found you, a bowl of brownies on your stomach—scrolling aimlessly on his phone, obviously waiting for him to come back.

He felt his heart stop.

Those were the brownies his roommate had given him, the ones his very stoner roommate winked about and told him he'd have a good time with.

Fuck his life; the one time you snoop in his room, you find snacks you weren't supposed to see.

"Honey, how long have you been eating those?" He whispered, setting the towel beside him on the mussed-up sheets, rubbing one thumb over your ankle.

"Since you went for your shower. Why?" You glanced up, dropping the phone beside you. "They taste real good; m' little hurt you didn't offer one."

"Baby, I didn't offer them because they were a gift... a very special gift." He groaned, dropping his forehead against your knees with a thunk.

"Why are you hiding special gifts from m—"

"Don't start." He hissed, grasping your thighs & tugging you closer to rest his cheek on your knees. "They were from Gojo, don't get it twisted—they're weed brownies, babe."

'Oh fuck' was your only thought as you dropped your half-eaten brownie back into his bowl.

"Baby, you're joking; please, please, please tell me you're joking." You groaned out, dragging a hand down your face, the other tangling itself into Ryomen's hair.

"Hey, hey. It'll be ok. I'll be here to keep ya' company." He murmured, pushing himself up to carefully hover on top of you, holding himself up by his forearms. "I owe you."

One kiss, two kisses, a third.

He was trying his best to keep you calm.

"You're a jerk; you know I get hungry when I sleep over." You glared up at him but gave in after a moment of him staring right back down at you, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Still a jerk."

"But I'm your jerk, who is going to spend the rest of my day tucked in bed with my clingy girl." He mused, slowly lowering his weight until he was comfortably splayed on top of you.

You curled one arm around his back, rubbing the warm skin softly as the wet strands of his hair tickled your throat. "You're lucky I like how warm you are, Ryo."

"Mm-hmm. I am," he whispered against your skin, rubbing your sides gently. "Lucky & very thankful, baby."

[winqlessdove]

SUKUNA LOVES IT WHEN YOU PERV ON HIM!

── when sukuna ryomen gets turned on from you being a pervert!?!?!

Sukuna eye twitches.

Out of everyone single person he has ever had the pleasure or displeasure of knowing, he has never met someone nowhere near as perverse as his lover, you.

He is entirely convinced that you must suffer from some sort of brain damage, or that you are forever cursed to have an insatiable desire to touch him every waking moment of the day.

But he is also unbelievably, disgustingly turned on.

A muscular, 6'5, tattooed, pierced man ─ allowing himself to be used like some kind of toy because it made him pop a boner.

Right now, you are sat in his lap, babbling all sorts of wanton nonsense about him as you do what you do best ─ make him want to both punch and kiss you.

His body is already covered in hickeys and love bites, almost all of them are just from today. You squeeze at his pectoral muscle roughly, your other hand sliding down to grope at his butt.

"Stop..mmh..fuckin' doing that t'me."

Yet he made no move to stop you.

You drag your tongue all over Sukuna's face. Over his lips, over his cheeks, over and in his nose, over his eyes, you name it. And you don't seem to care a single bit.

"'Kunaaaa...oh goodness. You taste so delicious and ─sniffffff─ smell so good. I-I wanna do this to you everyday, all day long."

You whined, practically forcing your tongue into his mouth and lapping at every part you can possibly lick lewdly. He emits a groan in response, tugging at your hair.

Sukuna's body shivers as you pulled teasingly at his nipple.

"Woah!! Cuuuttteeee..didn't even know you liked that." you giggled as your lips latch onto his neck, sucking a new, deep-purple mark on top of an old one (by your standards it was old, in reality you left that one just 2 days ago).

"'m so fucking sick...of your...uuggghh f-fuck...filthiness."

"You love it, 'Kunaa."

And though he tried to deny it, tried to cross his arms and say "I hate it" and mean it, he just couldn't.

Cause Sukuna knew well that he wouldn't have it any other way.

[arinavah]

haircut

[yummidumplingss]

boyfriend!sukuna waking up to you eating cookies in bed

sukuna smelt it before he heard it. the sweet smell of cookies filled his nose, as well as his taste buds. then he heard it. the soft munching coming from behind him.

at this point he was wide awake, the familiar scent filling the bedroom making it impossible for him to ignore whatever was happening next to him.

he rolled over, blanket covering up to his neck as he kept his head on the pillow, pink hair sprawled across it.

then he saw you. back against the headboard, blanket covering only up to your knees, letting him see you swallowed by his shirt, along with your bare thighs in the dark. only they weren’t exactly bare.

sitting atop your thighs was a box of sugar cookies, first row already gone as you stuffed the last one into our mouth, looking off into the darkness of the room.

sukuna was just staring at you, eyes threatening to close as he fought off sleep.

you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend next to you drilling holes in the side of your head as you reached for the fourth cookie in the second row.

“ahem.” sukuna cleared his throat, hoping to get to you notice him and give some sort of explanation on what you were doing eating cookies in the middle of the night.

you slowly turn your head to him, eyes locked on the dark corner of the room as you zoned out, grabbing another cookie from the box.

sukuna quickly shoot his hand up, covering your mouth before you could shove it in. your eyes snapped to him, finally looking at him.

“woman. what the fuck are you doing?”

you pushed his hand away, crumbs getting on his fingers as you mumbled about how hungry you were before taking a bite out of the cookie.

“you’re hungry?” sukuna shifted a little, leaning over your legs to squint at the clock on your bedside table. “baby, it’s 2 in the morning. why’re you eating cookies at 2 in the morning?”

you could only shrug your shoulders, nudging the half eaten cookie towards sukuna’s mouth.

sukuna let out a loud sigh, obviously not happy with your lack of response. he still opened his mouth though, waiting for you to feed him the cookie.

you finally cracked a smile, staring down at your boyfriend who was now shoving himself onto your thigh, hair brushing the edge of the box before mumbling “make sure you go to sleep soon.” into the plush of your thigh, sleep laced in his voice as he scooted himself closer towards you.

you hummed, thumb reaching out to rub off the cookie crumbs from his lips before closing the box, placing it on the bedside table then gently pulling the covers over the both of you, letting him fall asleep on your lap while you ran your fingers through his pink hair.

[winqlessdove]

JUST SATORU ! || Satoru Gojo x Reader

━ ACT 1: FIRST DAY, LET'S MEET ALL THE CLUB MEMBERS!

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

"What...the hell?"

Where am I? What is this?

You look forward, your heart racing and your brain full of questions. The world around you...is animated. It's a residential area; there's houses, trees, a road, the sun ─ but it's not real life. You then caught sight of your hand. It's animated. In fact, all of you is animated.

You press your palms against the sides of your head, throat growing dry.

"I don't feel real. What the fuck? Why don't I feel real?????? Where's...my skin." You drag your hands all over your face, trying desperately to find the feeling of real flesh. But you don't. You just feel...smooth, in the most unnatural, horrible way possible.

 "What is happening to me, what is this place??? Stop. stopstopstop. Oh gosh, please... anyone, make it sto-"

Before you can panic any further, a sudden upbeat track of music begins to play.

And then, you hear footsteps pattering behind you.

"Heyyyyy!!!! [nameeeeeeeee]!!!"

You whip your head around, seeing a boy running towards you. He looks...recognizable? 

He has two spiky buns, the rest of his hair falling into wispy bangs that covered his forehead. His most obvious feature, a straight black mark running vertically across the bridge of his nose.

You stare at him and observe his appearance, up until he makes his way right in front of you. He lets out heavy pants as he catches his breath.

"Ohhhh...I overslept again..." he began to stand up straight, eyebags prominent and etched onto his face. "But, I caught up to you."

You blinked a few times, eyes running up and down his figure multiple times.

He's...cute.

"Uhhh...you..sure did...."

The boy raised an eyebrow at your lack of words, seeing your face go a little red.

"You okay, [name]? You're acting like I'm a stranger." He pouts, leaning down to your face. "That's no way to treat a childhood friend, you know!"

Your face heats up at the proximity of your faces, your body instinctively backing up.

"Oh..uhm...sorry. I'm not...feeling well..."

You rubbed the nape of your neck, looking down at the floor. His expression softens.

"Well, if that's all...but I don't want you to go to school sick. Let me know in advance so I could....take care of you properly."

He trails off a little at the end, clearly realizing how that sounds. His cheeks flush.

"A-anyways...we should start walking."

He mumbles, grabbing ahold of your hand and beginning to walk. 

While you walk hand-in-hand with the mystery boy, you began to think. 

This is...probably a dream. Last thing I remember is...me at my computer, so I probably fell asleep there.

"By the way, [name], have you thought of which club you're going to be joining?" The guy's voice cuts through your thoughts.

"A club? I..." Since your belief of this being a dream was now fully cemented into your brain, you decided that you might as well play along. Besides, talking to such a hot boy didn't seem half-bad. "...haven't thought of one yet."

"Oh. You really need to, [name]. I'm worried that when you're in college, you still won't have any social skills."

...What's that supposed to mean?

"I...have social skills." you argued, even though you knew damn well that you had like 4 friends max.

"...when you talked to my younger brother a few days ago you couldn't even get a 'hello' out." he sighed. "Your happiness is super important to me, and I know you're happy now...but I'd die at the thought of you becoming a shut-in because you can't talk to people properly."

He pauses. "You trust me, right? Please, don't make me worried about you..."

You saw the pitiful look on his face as he spoke. There was so much genuine worry on his face for you that it was adorable. This guy seemed to really care for you...

"Alright alright, I'll look at some clubs if it makes you happy."

He smiled warmly at that.

"That makes me glad." He squeezed your hand a little. "Thank you, [name]."

You nodded. A boy holding your hand like this, being so worried about you, smiling at you with such emotion...it was addictive. When's the last time you've felt like this?

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

"Oh!"

You gasp in surprise as your vision fades to black. When you regain your sight, you're sat in a classroom. 

A cutscene? Didn't even know dreams could do that.

You think, looking down at your hands. You think back to what your "childhood friend" said about looking at some clubs. Yet, even in a dream, you still can't seem to grasp onto an ounce of motivation. What clubs even are there?

"[name]?"

The boy from earlier pops his head into the classroom, his face lighting up once his eyes land on you. He walks up to the side of your desk.

"Goodness, you really aren't feeling well. I thought I'd catch you walking while on the way to my club, but you're just in here spacing out."

"You don't have to 'catch' me if it'd make you late to your...club."

You fidgeted with your fingers, feeling a little guilty for making this poor boy worry.

"Uh..well, I thought you needed a little encouragement to finally join a club, so..."

"So?"

"...I told all the members of my club that I'd bring in a new member. And...Sukuna ended up making food for everyone."

He looked away, looking a little worried. He knew he should've told you, but he didn't know if you say yes or no if he asked. Besides, he just wanted what was best for you!!!

"Food?" You perked up, standing up from your chair which left the dark-haired a little surprised.

"Sure, we can go! Let's go now!"

Safe to say, he knows that if there's food involved ─ it invokes a positive response from you.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

You follow the boy across the school and upstairs until eventually stopping at a classroom door. With enthusiasm, he opens the door.

"Everyone, I brought the new member."

You looked around the room, eyes widening in absolute delight.

"Ah, welcome to the Sweets and Creative Writing Club. It's nice to finally meet you." The sound of a male's calm voice fills your ears. Said male has a cool demeanor to him, with amethyst-colored eyes that draw in you. His hair is kept in a bun with a little strand hanging out in the front. "Choso says the sweetest things about you."

"So this is who you blabber on and on 'bout.." A deep, husky voice emits from behind you. You whip your head around just to be immediately intimidated by the appearance of this dude. He's absolutely huge, with tattoos inked into his skin and piercings decorating his ears and lips.

" [name]!! Oh, what a fun surprise!!!!"

Someone says to the right of you cheerfully. He has fluffy white hair and glittering, blazing blue eyes staring deep into your soul. He looks unreal, angelic in a way. The way he smiles at you like you're the only person in that room made your mind go a little blank.

All words escape you. Looking at all of them makes you realize something...

This club...

...is full of the incredibly cute boys that were in that dating sim!!!!!!

You can practically feel your heart exploding with pure joy. 

What a gift, to have a dream about such sexy boys and have them look at me and talk to me and breathe the same air as me─

"What are you lookin' at?" The muscular, tattooed boy barked, noticing how your gaze lingered on them. "If ya want to say something, then say it."

"Ah..m-my bad." This guy was hot as hell, but gosh he was a little scary. Not that you disliked that factor in a guy though.

"Sukuna..." The boy with the bun said.

"...mmph." The boy, whose name is apparently Sukuna, crossed his arms.

Oh my gosh his biceps are fucking huge.

"You can just ignore him when he gets all aggressive.." Choso whispers quietly into your ear, his breath dusting the shell of your ear.

"Anyway. This is Sukuna." he leans back. 

"And this is Suguru, the Vice President. And by far the most competent member."

Suguru chuckles, clearly a bit embarrassed by Choso's praise. "...everyone in the club is...competent."

"And it sounds like you already know Satoru, our President."

"Thatttttt's right!"

The albino says happily. "I'm so glad to see you again, [name]!"

He says while grinning sweetly.

Having this boy, who would be completely out of league in real life, smile at you feels so... "Uhh...nice to..s-see you again too, Satoru."

You don't notice the way he shivers when you say his name.

Choso puts a hand on your shoulder "Please, come sit. We made room for you at the table."

"I'll get the cookies." Sukuna speaks. "Since I know if I trust a certain president to do the job─" He turns to Satoru, glaring daggers at him. "─he'll probably eat them all."

The white-haired boy shrugged, sticking out his tongue playfully. 

"I'll make some tea." Suguru chimed in.

Sukuna and Suguru walk over to the cabinet, where they prepare the food and drinks.

Desks are pushed together in the center of the classroom to form a table. Additionally, one desk is put between Choso and Satoru (which makes you do jumping jacks in your head).

Sukuna marches over to the table, a tray in hand. He then tears off the foil on top to reveal delicious looking chocolate chip looks!

"Woooaahhhh!!!"

The two boys in between you exclaim. Satoru, who seems to have a sweet tooth, hurries to grab one. Then Choso, and then you.

"Sukuna, it's delicious!!!!" The President chirps, who has his mouth full.

You turn and eye the cookie, trying to find which part has the perfect ratio of chocolate chips and cookie dough. Sukuna stays silent as he looks at you, waiting for your reaction.

You finally bite down, letting out a pleased sigh as you chew. "'s so good...thank you, Sukuna.."

"Why are you thanking me, it's not like I...made them specifically for you." He narrowed his eyes, turning his head away. 

Oh, he's one of those.

Shortly after, Suguru comes to the table with a tea set. He places a cup full of purple tea down in front of each person.

"So, what made you consider this club, [name]?"

Satoru leans in, resting his cheek on his fist as he awaits your answer.

You wince at the question. You can't exactly answer with Choso making you come.

"Well, I just...like the atmosphere here.."

His expression didn't change, but you had a feeling that he knew you were kinda full of shit. "That's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed! I'll make sure you feel right at home, alright? It's my duty as the President after all."

"Speaking of being President, Satoru, weren't you the President of the student council last year?" Sukuna said.

"Yeah, I remember that too. Why'd you even quit in the first place?" Choso adds.

Satoru smiles, circling the rim of his cup with his index finger. 

"Honestly, it all felt kind of meaningless. Major clubs like the student council only care about politics and popularity, and it bored me to death. If I want to be the leader of a club, I want to make it fun and exciting. And if it encourages others to be fun and exciting too...then that's what matters most."

Your heart began to thumb loudly. Seeing guys get so passionate about things like that was always so attractive. "You're...a great President."

Now it was Satoru's turn to have his heart race. "Thank you.."

"[name], what kind of things do you like to write?" Suguru suddenly buds in, resulting in a very subtle twitch of the eye from Satoru.

What's up with all these questions I can't answer without sounding like a geek?

Considering that the only thing you willingly write about is fanfiction, you don't really have a good way of answering that.

"...oh, you know...stuff...i guess..haikus..?"

Sukuna suddenly perks up. His eyes sparkle in a way that makes it seem like he's about to say something, but he ends up staying quiet.

"Oh? Well, that gives me an idea!" Satoru stands up. "How about we go home and each of us write something of our own? Say...how 'bout our favorite dessert? And then tomorrow, we'll share them with each other!"

Suguru and Sukuna both shrink a little, letting out a sigh. Maybe they have embarrassing favorite desserts?

"I think it's a good idea." Choso smiles at you.

"It's only right that we give our new member something to look forward to next time we see each other! Right, [name]?" The President tilts his head.

"Uhh..h-hold on. I...never said..I'd join this club. You guys are really nice and wonderful and all..but..uhh."

You lose your train of thought almost immediately. All four of the boys stare at you with downcast eyes.

I can't even speak, I'm totally defenseless against them...they're just too cute. I can't think straight when they're all looking at me like this.

Well, if I have to write in exchange to stay afterschool everyday with these gorgeous boys...then it's 10000% worth it.

"but...I already know my choice, and...I'm going to join the Sweets & Creative Writing Club!"

All the boys' eyes begin to light up. Choso wraps his arms around you, clearly glad that you said yes.

"Well, that settles today's meeting!" Satoru exclaims. As the boys begin to converse with each other, he walks over to you and leans down.

"I'm especially excited to see your work, [name]." He giggled a little before pulling away, leaving you to basically melt into a puddle of yourself from how flustered that made you. Will you really be able to impress everyone?

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

As you walk home with Choso, (after he so nicely asked) your mind wanders back to the four boys from today.

Sukuna,

Suguru,

Choso,

And of course, Satoru.

All so interesting and so different from each other, yet they are able to bond over some club. It's adorable, really.

But it really is too bad that this is a dream. It was really fun to talk with them all. You secretly make a promise to yourself that when you wake up, you'll play the actual game...and you'll win the hearts of each one!

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        act 1. day 2 implemented successfully.

a/n: hi everyone!! sorry it took me a while to make this one! [name]'s perverse side is definitely coming out now! also i have to say that sukuna is a little ooc for this story since i want him to be more like natsuki but tsundere kuna is so cute i wanna shove my tongue down his throat!! thank you so much for all the likes i got on my previous posts! i cant express how happy i feel whenever i get a new follower or like!! also MIGHT post a one-shot soon, most likely a modern! sukuna one yayy!!

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NEW JJK EPISODE TODAY LETS GOOO RAAAAAAH ..if only I didn’t have a precalculus test and an essay due tmrw🥀💔

[splurtz]

when dadkuna gets the call that his son’s suspended for fighting at school

the call hits at 3:17 pm. the school number on the cracked screen of your phone. you swipe to answer before it can ring twice.

“hello?"

“mrs. ryomen? we need either you or your husband to come down to the office. your son was involved in a physical altercation. he’s suspended for three days pending further review. he’s waiting here now.”

you press two fingers to the bridge of your nose, already feeling the headache bloom. “wha—okay. we’ll be there in twenty.”

sukuna’s in the garage, hunched over the old harley he’s been rebuilding for months. black tank clinging to his back from the heat, grease streaked across his forearms where his tattoos peek out. he doesn’t look up when you step into the open bay.

“hey kuna?” you softly call, “school called.”

he keeps wiping the carburetor with a shop rag. “what now.”

“he got into a fight and they’re suspending him. we have to go pick him up.”

the rag stops mid-motion. his jaw flexes once, visible even from the side. “he start it?”

“they didn’t say over the phone.”

“figures.” he tosses the rag onto the cluttered workbench. his tools scattered, half-empty beer can sweating beside a crumpled pack of cigarettes. “let’s go.”

the drive is quiet except for the sound of the truck and sukuna's knuckles white on the wheel. you know better than to fill the silence with platitudes. he hates that shit.

ren, your son, is slouched in one of the orange plastic chairs bolted to the wall outside the principal’s door. his split lip already swelling, fresh bruise blooming purple under his left eye, knuckles split and crusted. blood’s dried in a thin line down the front of his gray hoodie. he looks up when the door swings open, meets sukuna’s stare straight on. no ounce of apology in his eyes. just the same stubborn set to his mouth you’ve seen a thousand times in the mirror.

he was looking exactly like sukuna at that age in the old photos you've seen.

not only does he look like his dad, he for sure got his temper too.

"you better have a damn good reason." sukuna stops in the doorway, boots planted. “what the fuck happened.”

“some kid wouldn’t shut up about mom,” ren says, “said shit i wasn’t about to let stand, so i handled it.”

ahhh fortunately for him, that's enough of an excuse to sukuna.

you feel sukuna’s temper rise and you just sigh knowing he’ll most likely tolerate this behavior again. you move first, moving pass them into the principal’s office ready to get this over with so you can have a talk with your son properly.

the principal’s a nervous-looking guy in a polyester suit two sizes too big. he looks ridiculous, you and sukuna once had a good laugh talking about him. he stands when you enter. sukuna follows, shoulders filling the narrow doorway. he doesn’t sit. just crosses his arms and leans against the wall, tattoos catching the harsh overhead light.

he clears his throat twice. “mr. and mrs. ryomen thank you for coming so quickly.”

sukuna stays silent as the principal fidgets with a pen.

“your son initiated the physical contact,” he starts. “the other student sustained a mild concussion. we’re recommending–”

“he said something about my wife,” sukuna interrupts. "that true or what?"

the principal lets out a nervous chuckle. “be that as it may, we maintain a zero-tolerance policy toward violence–”

sukuna’s voice cuts in again, “say that part again. what exactly did the other kid say about her?”

the room goes still, you don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or proud that both your husband and son are standing up for you like this. ren shifts his weight, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum.

“called her a gold digger,” ren says. “said she only married you for the cash and that you’re just some ex-con tattoo artist who knocked her up... that pissed me off."

sukuna’s gaze flicks to you for half a heartbeat. you shake your head the smallest amount—no. he exhales loudly, the frustration in him growing more.

“so my kid put his hands on a loudmouth who was talking shit about his mother,” sukuna says. “and you’re punishing him for it.”

“school policy is clear—”

“your policy’s obviously shit.” sukuna pushes off the wall. “you let these kids talk whatever trash they want all day, but the minute someone actually responds, you clutch your pearls?”

“mr. ryomen, i’m going to have to ask you to—”

you can't stand this.

“me and my husband understand the suspension. we’ll take him home. do we need to sign anything?”

the principal hesitates, then slides the forms across the desk. you sign quick while sukuna keeps staring at the motivational poster on the wall like he’s imagining putting a fist through it.

the parking lot’s baking under the late-afternoon sun, shadows stretch long and jagged from the chain-link fence and the row of staff cars, a couple seagulls wheel overhead, crying once before banking toward the football field. the truck chirps twice when sukuna thumbs the fob, the doors unlock with that familiar pop.

sukuna's ready to hear whatever lecture you have to give this time.

“backseat, ren,” you say flatly.

he doesn’t argue. he ducks his head and slides into the back without a sound. the leather creaks under your guys weight as sukuna fires the engine.

“you don’t get to decide what’s worth fighting over at school,” you start. “i don’t care what he said about me. you don’t put your hands on someone because words hurt your feelings. that’s not how this works.”

ren stares down at the rubber floor mat.

“you’re grounded. two weeks. no phone, no going out, no friends over. you come straight home after school when the suspension’s up. you do your work, you help around the house, and you think about why throwing punches isn’t a solution. clear?”

ren nods once, slow. “yeah.”

“say it.”

he lifts his eyes just enough to meet yours in the rearview. “it’s clear. i’m grounded two weeks. no phone, no nothing.”

you hold his gaze another second, then turn back forward. “good.”

the rest of the drive unspools in thick silence. traffic thins as you leave the school zone, the sun dipping low enough that the dashboard glows faintly orange. you keep your eyes on the road, fingers laced loosely in your lap, while sukuna’s grip on the wheel stays steady but no longer bone-white.

when the truck finally rolls into the driveway, sukuna kills the engine with a twist of the key. the sudden quiet is awkward.

you unbuckle first, turning halfway in your seat. “i’m starting dinner. kuna,” you pause facing your husband, “talk to him.”

sukuna exhales through his nose when you enter the house. he reaches over and twists the key back just enough to kill the accessory power, plunging the cabin into near-darkness except for the faint streetlight spilling through the windshield.

ren’s voice comes out low, a little nervous now that it's just his dad with him, “you mad at me?”

sukuna laughs in response. “mad?” he echoes. “nah, not mad. you did what you had to do.”

"wait really??"

“kid talked shit about your mom,” sukuna continues, “you handled it. part of me gets that—hell, most of me does. but your mother just laid it out plain, she's right, you don’t swing first at school. not because defending family is wrong. because getting caught makes it useless. next time you decide something’s worth handling, make sure no one sees. or better yet, walk away and deal with it where cameras don’t reach and mouths don’t run to teachers.”

ren nods slowly, throat working like he’s swallowing everything he wants to say. “she’s pissed.”

“she’s pissed because she doesn’t want you turning into me at sixteen.” sukuna finally flicks his eyes to the rearview mirror, meeting ren’s gaze head-on. “look just take the grounding, do the time, don’t argue with her. she’ll cool off faster that way.”

ren rubs his jaw, careful around the swelling bruise. “yeah… okay. i get it, thanks dad.”

sukuna pops his door open, the dome light flooding the cab with weak yellow. “come on. go help her with whatever she’s doing in there and ice that face before it swells completely shut.”

ren climbs out first, shoulders hunched a little like the weight of the day is still sitting on them. sukuna follows a second later, pocketing the keys as he exhales once more.

later that night when the house quiets down, ren’s already shut himself in his room, lights off early for once.

you and sukuna are both in bed too.

sukuna’s sprawled face-down on the mattress, shirt gone, the wide map of his back exposed.

he groans low when you climb onto the bed behind him, knees bracketing his hips. your hands settle between his shoulder blades first, thumbs digging slow circles into the knots that live there permanently.

“fuck—right there,” he mutters into the pillow.

massaging him is one of the routines you guys do before sleeping, sukuna claims it completes his day no matter how shitty it went.

you keep the pressure steady, working down the length of his spine. the room smells faintly of his soap and the arnica gel you rubbed into ren’s face earlier.

after a minute you lean forward, hair brushing his shoulder.

“sooo you two talk in the truck?”

“yeah.”

your palms slide up to his traps, kneading deeper. “and???”

“told him he did good putting the kid in his place.” sukuna shifts his head to the side so he can talk properly. “but that he can’t be dumb about it next time. school cameras, witnesses, snitches—whole system’s built to catch the guy who actually swings. told him if he’s gonna handle shit, handle it clean. or don’t handle it at all.”

you pause for half a second, glaring at him. “so you basically told him it’s fine to fight… just don’t get caught.”

he snorts. “i told him reality ain’t the same as the lecture you gave. sweetheart, you want him safe and i want him smart. both can be true.”

your hands start moving again, tracing the ridges of muscle along his ribs. “you’re enabling him.”

“i’m not telling him to start fights.” sukuna turns his head the other way, cheek pressed flat to the pillow so he can see you out of the corner of his eye. “i’m telling him the world doesn’t run on zero-tolerance posters. kid talks about you like that again? someone’s gonna feel it. might as well be someone who knows how to throw properly. i just don’t want him suspended every other week or expelled before he graduates.”

you press your thumbs into the base of his skull, he hisses softly, sounding pleased.

“he looks so much like you in those old pictures now,” you say quieter.

“he’s got your eyes though. softer when he’s not pissed. he’ll figure it out.”

you lean down, lips touching the warm skin behind his ear. “you really not mad at him?”

“nah.” his voice drops lower. “‘m feeling proud. some punk runs his mouth about my wife and my kid lays him out without blinking? that’s blood. that’s mine.” he exhales again. “but i hate seeing his face fucked up. hate even more that he’s gonna carry my reputation around like a target. they already look at him sideways because of me.”

your hands slide down his arms now, working the tension out of his forearms, the same ones that were covered in grease earlier. “he’s not you at sixteen. he’s got us. both of us.”

sukuna turns over suddenly. quick enough that you have to brace on his chest to keep balance. he catches your wrists and tugs you down until you’re half sprawled across him. his eyes flick over your face, looking tired.

“c’mere,” he mutters, already reaching. "didn't i just get lucky?"

his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair just enough to guide you down. he pulls you in like it’s the most natural thing after a day like this.

the kiss lands soft, lips pressing slow against yours. you taste the faint mint from the gum he was chewing earlier, mixed with whatever’s left of the day on his breath. his other arm loops around your lower back, palm flat and heavy, dragging you closer until there’s no space left.

your chest against his, heartbeat thumping steady under your hand.

he angles his head to deepen the kiss. tongue brushes yours lazily like he’s savoring it, you feel his fingers tighten slightly in your hair before loosening again.

you pull back after a minute, just enough to breathe. noses still touching, foreheads pressed.

he doesn’t open his eyes right away. just stays close, breathing you in.

“better?” you whisper.

“mm yeah.”

his thumb strokes along your jaw then he leans up and kisses you again. it's shorter this time like he’s saying shut up and stay here. lips linger a second longer before he drops his head back to the pillow with a tired exhale.

arms stay wrapped around you, one hand settling low on your back, the other still loosely in your hair.

“stop thinking about it, kay? he’ll be alright,” he says eventually. “yer a great mom and 'm trying not to screw up too. he got time to fuck up and figure it out. more than i ever did.”

A/N: genuinely. what is this. art by _avecot on x. also vote