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the one with the caveman is hilariously wonderful! I wonder would you crosspost it to ao3? It would be easier for me to follow the series and check new future update!

wow gee thanks means a lot!!!!

I don't have ao3 nor do I plan on making one (yet) lol I only just made a tumblr after being a long time lurker for like a decade lmao so I'm still figuring this out. I appreciate your kind words all the same! Here's pt 2 btw I literally just posted it kekekeke

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The one with the caveman Pt. 2

Part 2: Meet caveman!sukuna hehehe

Pairing: caveman!sukuna x student!reader

Summary: Wherein you're an anthropology student at an excavation site, and somehow find yourself thousands of years in the past and encounter caveman!sukuna in the wild

Contains: 18+, reader discretion advised, time travel (like in Outlander), college au, historical inaccuracies (I tried my best), trueform!sukuna minus the belly mouth, caveman!sukuna, student!reader, humour, hunting, graphic depictions of violence, blood, language barriers, started as crack idk where this is going, more tags as the story progresses ig

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Your head pounds.

There is a ringing in your ears.

You squeeze your eyelids before blinking them open, only then realizing you’re lying in the dirt. Your thumping heart almost stops at the sheer nothingness before you; everything is dark. Pitch black. You scramble into a sitting position, a sharp pain behind your eyes making you clutch your head and groan.

Why was it so dark? Did you pass out by the water pool? How long has it been? Surely its well into the night if it’s gotten so dark, but why had no one come to get you? Why hadn’t Suguru come to check?

No matter, at least you are conscious now and can begin making your way back. There’s no need to panic and you have to remain calm. You lay your palms flat against the cold ground, patting your way to the wall when your hand finds a course fabric. Immediately you begin feeling at it, and with a rush of relief you realize it’s Suguru’s toolbelt. You quickly unzip it and rummage around for something useful, hand closing around something small and cylindrical. You feel for the button on the end and upon pushing it, drop the item as a flash of white blinds you. You blink away the momentary blindness and reach down to grab the flashlight, the light now enough to illuminate the entirety of the corridor before you. You begin making your way back out, glancing over your shoulder at the pool of water one last time.

Once reaching the main tunnel, you see a small light at the end, knowing that’s your exit point. The thrumming in your head is mostly gone now, so you pick up the pace and begin jogging towards it. You begin to squint as you grow nearer, eyes still not used to the growing brightness. You raise your hand to shield them beneath your cap and step out.

It was bright day. Your brows scrunch in confusion. Had you only really been unconscious for a moment rather than hours? The sun was high in the sky just like when you entered earlier.

You click the light off and put it back in the toolbelt now secured to your hips, and a feeling of dread sits heavy in your gut when you look out before you.

The dig site is nowhere to be seen.

The tents, trailers, people, supplies, heck the whole community that had been here for the past few weeks was gone. There wasn’t a trace of anything before you, almost as if they were never there. Stranger yet, the whole clearing which was once stripped bare to reveal the ground and soil was covered now in tall grass and foliage.

You blink once. Twice. Slowly take a step forward, then another. You spin around to take a look at your surroundings, rub your eyes and peer back out in disbelief. The silence was eerie, cut only by the whistling of the light breeze through the tall plants. Your eyes flit around to make sense of – well anything really.

Where… where was everything? Where was everyone?

Your mouth goes dry and a striking fear begins to settle like a pit in your stomach. You don’t know what to think, you don’t really want to think if you’re being honest; the sights – or lack thereof – in front of you is enough to have your chest heaving. Your clammy hands begin patting at your clothes until they find your toolbelt, clutching it like your life depends on it.

Right, the toolbelt!

You gaze down at it, gripping the one reminder you have – the one proof you have that you’re not losing it, that you are in fact sane and you were at the excavation grounds at some point.

“Think,” you mutter to yourself, “you’re not stupid, so calm down and find everyone.”

You take a deep breath and, one hand still resting on the toolkit, begin making your way through the dense thicket. You walk towards where the little town was, but to honest, without the dig site and its familiar landmarks, your sense of direction is totally off. The one thing you have to go based off was the cave, and as you make your way through the dense brush, you see that you were approaching a line of trees.

“Stupid Suguru and his stupid ideas,” you grumble under your breath, “I bet this is one of his dumb pranks to haze the interns. When I find that little shit…”

Deep down you know it isn’t some prank. This is too extravagant, and although Suguru liked to tease you, he isn’t some troublemaking prankster.

You gulp, shaking the thoughts of doubt from your mind. You have to find everyone and wake up from this awful dream.

Just as you passed the treeline and entered what seemed to be a wooded forest, you hear a loud, thunderous trumpet sound behind you. Without missing a beat, you leap forward and dive into the underbrush, taking shelter behind the thickest tree trunk you’d ever seen and pressing your palms to your ears.

What the fuck was that!?

You wait a beat, the sound of your heart rapidly beating the only thing you hear, and after a moment, you lower your hands slowly to the quiet of the air again.

Only to hear the same roar again moments later but this time louder, more fragmented like there is more than one creature. Your stomach drops as you recognize it. You couldn’t believe it… it sounds, almost like… an elephant? You feel the ground beneath you shake from the sheer volume, and you inch forward to part some leaves to give you a clear view.

Your breath hitches. Every fibre in your body freezes.

It wasn’t an elephant.

You were staring wide eyed at a woolly mammoth.

The beast is grazing past the back of the cave where you were just minutes before; huge, ivory tusks glinting in the light. Behind it trail two more of its kind, slowly meandering past without a care in the world.

What. The. Fuck.

Had you not been so dumbstruck at the sight before you, maybe you would’ve heard the slight rustle of leaves creeping behind you, the snap of a twig, you would've heard the pause at the sound, and the silence of the resumed stalk when you don’t move.

You feel hot breath hit your calf, eyes widening and you twist around in time to see the open maws of the biggest tiger you had ever seen.

The shrill screech leaves your throat before you can process, and the sabre-tooth tiger lunges –

Past you? The beast completely ignores your screams and leaps over your crouched body, landing with precision on its true target: the smallest of the mammoths. Its jaws clamp down around the juvenile’s throat, a sharp tooth spearing the jugular and instantly ending its life while its fellow herd members scramble from the scene.

Your body shakes with fear and you have seen enough. You begin army crawling through the brush before you deem yourself a safe enough distance away to leap back up and take off in a sprint. You can feel the panicked tears gathering at your lash line and are just praying that the stupid cat is too distracted with its dinner to pay you any mind.

You don’t know how long you run for, it could’ve been two minutes or twenty, but you see the treeline split ahead of you, and without any hesitation you bound through the space.

–

The giant man had just finished putting an overzealous caveman in his place. The weakling had come bounding up to him in front of everyone like a dog foaming at the mouth, challenging him to replace him as the strongest in their band of hunter-gatherers.

It was a moot point, as the larger of the two had no interest in remaining part of their community and would go off on his own to live in isolation, only to find the nomadic cave-dwellers always following not too far behind. He was, in fact, the strongest caveman they’d ever seen, and him living – and thriving – in such dangerous conditions for as long as he had, defeating wild beast after beast, as well as other threatening human subspecies was a testament to his survival aptitude. At the realization that he could never rid himself of the damn pests, he relented to living on their outskirts so long as they left him be.

Every now and then, there would be some fool from their band who would think themselves mighty enough to take his rank, and each time they were reminded how awfully outmatched they were, and not just because of his extra limbs.

This time was no different, the brawl ending quickly with a grab and twist of his opponent’s arms, rocky blade jammed into the throat with no real effort from his side. He drops the foolish challenger, but not before being sprayed with his blood. He turns to head to the river, leaving the body for the crowd to clear away.

At the riverbank, the large man sets aside his dumbbell-like blade forged from stone and begins stripping his tiger pelt. He splashes the water onto his chiseled body, rubbing away at the blood and watching it discolour the water he shallowly stood in. He reaches for his pelt when done, and crouches into the shallows to wash the remaining stains out of the fur.

His ear twitches, picking up a faint pitter-patter sound rustling behind him that was rapidly getting louder. He turns in time to see you leap out of the forest behind him, not realising the clearing gives way to a steep drop into the riverbank. The man’s eyes widen, and it’s almost in slow motion how you seem to be flying, your body blocking out the sun creating an ethereal ring of light around you. The moment is broken just as quickly when you ram into him full force, toppling the both of you into the river with a heavy splash.

You surface with a gasp at the cold of the water, clothes clinging to your soaked body. You get your bearings quickly enough, on your hands and knees submerged up to your elbows before you snap your head side to side, sure it was another person you collided with. You unsteadily get to your feet, wading through the water to take your heaving form back to the riverbank. In the moments it took for you to fall into the river and situate yourself back on your feet, you didn’t notice the giant had already beat you to the riverbank, hand clutching his weapon with practiced ease, his four eyes narrowed on your unaware form.

When you reach the bank of the river is when you see him. Your mouth parts in relief at seeing another person. You walk towards him, not noticing how still he is and how his eyes track your every movement as you approach him.

“Oh thank God! Sir I’m lost and have no idea where I am. Do you think you could –”

You glance down at his body and freeze. He watches you take him in, his body, his odd anatomy. He’s used to it. Your expression changes from relief to confusion, eyebrows furrowing low as you blink hard to correct what you think is double vision.

Two of his eyes stay fixed on you, the other two widen and he reels back his hand holding the blade – the blade you only now notice. You barely have time to react as he launches the knife straight at you, your eyes squeeze shut as you drop to the ground with a scream.

A beat.

Another.

You’re alive? You hear your heart in your ears and wait for the excruciating pain of being stabbed – but, nothing. You realize he missed, or you dodged it in time. That is, until you hear a gurgle and a heavy thud behind you. Your skin crawls as you slowly peek over your shoulder, and with horror you realize the strange man didn’t miss, he wasn’t aiming at you in the first place.

The knife he was holding was lodged into the eye socket of a sabre-tooth tiger, and with a chill you realize the same one from earlier must have been stalking you.

It’s all too much. You feel lightheaded and the last thing you think is thank goodness you’re already on the ground before you black out.

The man blinks all eyes simultaneously.

This was the first time he took down a beast of that calibre without getting a few new scars to add to his collection, and it was honestly thanks to the strange woman.

Slowly, he walks towards both bodies lying there and drops to a crouch before them.

He scratches his head and realizes he's in a bit of a conundrum. How is he supposed to take both bodies back?

If he's being honest, the tiger is the prize. The meat, the bones, the pelt? Hell yeah. Under normal circumstances he’d already be on his way with the beast on his back, dragging it back to their campground.

His eyes shift to the woman.

How peculiar. He’d never seen anyone like her. Not the strange hide she wore, not the language she spoke earlier, and what’s that thing on her head? She was easily the smallest cave dweller he’d seen, even the shorter females in his band were a couple inches taller than her. More robust. She was clearly not from here. Maybe from a tribe further south?

He reaches out cautiously and takes a piece of the covering on her lower half between his fingers, feeling the material. Eyebrows furrowed, it was like nothing he’d ever felt; not leather, not fur, not even woven leaves as was typical of southern cavemen.

The giant sighs through his nose and straightens up.

Alright, looks like he’s about to set a new lifting record.

A/N: Disclaimer - I do not condone ai nor do I actively use it. All my works are my own original thoughts and pieces. The dash (–) that everyone thinks is a dead giveaway is something I have always used in writing; it was here before ai and will be here way after. That being said, please don't copy, plagiarize, or feed my writing into ai slop machines, let's stay intellectually capable together <3

[writersblok]

The one with the caveman

Part 1 (mostly exposition, Sukuna shows up in the next part)

Pairing: Sukuna x reader (a touch of suguru x reader)

Summary: Wherein you're an anthropology student at an excavation site, and somehow find yourself thousands of years in the past and encounter caveman!sukuna in the wild

Contains: 18+, reader discretion advised, time travel (like in Outlander), college au, historical inaccuracies (I tried my best), trueform!sukuna minus the belly mouth, humour, hunting, smut (later), language barriers, started as crack idk where this is going, more tags as the story progresses ig

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Next part > (coming soon)

Your fingers click away at the keyboard, eyes flitting from the monitor to the real-time holographic display of the large, dense humanoid skull perched on the examining table in front of you. You click your teeth in annoyance at the stream of misspelt words on the screen, spamming the delete button to quickly fix your errors. You grumble under your breath and pause, cracking a knuckle to try to reset your hand since your fingers can’t keep up with the words in mind.

Just as soon as you finish this one last stupid report, you’d be out in the field where you were meant to be, digging up bones and clues and who knows what else. Your annoyance turns to giddiness at the thought.

“I’m surprised that keyboard isn’t up in flames yet with how fast you’re working it.” You don’t even flinch at the smooth voice coming in from the door to the lab behind you, finalizing the last detail before clicking the submit button with emphasis.

“DONE.” You whip around to face who had entered – Suguru – and hold out your hand expectantly, unable to contain your excitement. “Switch with me.”

He stares amusedly at you with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. “Do you have any idea what time it is-”

“Doesn’t matter, I finished all the reports assigned to me. Now it’s your turn.” You impatiently motion with your outstretched hand for him to drop the access card that was meant for the excavation team into your palm. “Come on dude, I don’t have all day.”

He grimaces at the way you address him. “The day’s over dude, since you hadn’t noticed.” He matches your attitude with a roll of his eyes, clearly not appreciating the term.

It’s only then that you look up to the clock above the door and your eyes widen. How is it already six? You swore it was barely passed noon when you locked in and decided to finish your tasks a day early, but then again that was three reports ago.

You couldn’t help the whine the made its way past your mouth, shoulders drooping and head falling back in displeasure.

Suguru sniggers at your reaction. Add in a dramatic foot stomp and your tantrum would be complete, he thinks.

He hooks an arm around your neck and leads your frame out the door. “Come on, everyone’s meeting for dinner,” he chuckles.

As annoyed as you were, your overall excitement overshadowed any other emotion. How many other anthropology students were lucky enough to score summer research programs with their faculty head when a new hominin species was rumoured to be discovered? When Dr. Nanami received word of the discovery and was tasked with the excavation and analysis, he had his team set up the posting for summer interns. Luckily for you, you were recommended by your TA for your stellar marks in all your anthropology classes, and even luckier, your TA was part of Nanami’s team of researchers. The TA in question is Suguru Geto, who was coincidentally placed in charge of the four summer interns.

Suguru is very polite and respectful, not to mention a total hunk. What with his long, jet black hair and strong, lean body, you’d seen him earlier in the week at the onsen of the ryokan you were all temporarily staying at while your research tents and trailers were being set up, and wow. It took everything in you to tear your eyes away from the abs peeking out from his loosely tied yukata as he dried his hair with a towel, knowing he'd never let you live it down if he caught you ogling him.

You weren’t an idiot, you caught him stealing glances at you too from time to time, and when pairing up or assigning tasks, he’d keep you close to him to ‘show you the ropes’ as he’d like to put it. And as much as you would love the attention under normal circumstances, you were living out the start of your dream of being a paleoanthropologist following in the footsteps of none other than your hero: Dr. Kento Nanami, a master in the field. You had no time for romance right now.

You both make your way out of the research trailer, heading towards the dingey 24-hour diner where the rest of the larger team typically met up for dinners. In this remote part of the country, it was one of the few options offered. The bell chimes as you both enter, your eyes catching Haibara waving you down towards their tables.

“I’ll see you at the dig tomorrow morning.” Suguru concedes. The look on his face told you he was done with his teasing, a soft glint of amusement remaining. Your shoulders droop down in an exhale, and you feel the tension physically leave as you all but whine out, “You couldn’t have just said that earlier?”

He just pulls out the lanyard he promised you out of his pocket, dropping it into your hands as you both take your seats.

A small smile makes its way onto your face as you gaze down at your prized possession. Finally, you’ve been waiting for this!

The next morning, you are the first one up and ready to go at 7, flashing your orange access card proudly up towards the security checkpoint to be let in. You knew to make your way to the large, main research tent and  get to your first task of the day: start the coffee pot up for everyone else slowly making their way into the tent. You struggle to contain your excitement, much to the amusement (and chagrin) of some of the senior researchers. Soon, Suguru parts the tent flap with a hand and a yawn, blinking down at you as he enters as you all but shove a steaming styrofoam cup into his hands.

“I thought I told you to wait for me. We’d go in together for your orientation.” He has to stifle another yawn.

“Well I read over the training booklet three times already, and went over the manuals you sent out. What’s left?” You blink.

He gives you a deadpanned look, muttering a “damn rookie” under his breath as he breezes past you and begins gathering the day’s supplies and tools.

The rest of the day is spent mostly in the tent, going over materials, procedures, tools, and how to handle newly dug up artifacts. Suguru is with you for most of the day, stepping out multiple times for an hour here or there to tend to his other responsibilities, and quizzes you upon his return. The other two interns – one of them Haibara – still on dig-duty would pop in from time to time to chit chat before going back to their own tasks. It isn’t until the next day when Suguru deems you prepared for actual field work.

Only to find out the field work was pure grunt work.

It had been four days now, and you begin to get a little impatient at not being more actively involved. You’re mainly just an assistant to Nanami’s colleagues, standing by as they dig, extract, and dust. The closest you got to any real work was when someone handed you a partial clay pot and instructed you to very carefully take it back to the main tent to be catalogued.

This dig site is apparently the site of a prehistoric community of hominins some thirty-thousand years ago. So far, twelve skeletal pieces have been found, all from the same species of early-modern human. They’re in disarray and fragments, so more analysis would be done later, but the buzz around the crew was that there was a new species, never before seen, located in the big cave at the edge of the roped off area. That’s where Nanami spent almost all his time, trying to preserve as much as he could with the help of only his trusted assistants, Suguru included.

Speaking of the devil, you feel a light tug on a strand of your hair and know it’s Suguru before you turn. Only he tries to get your attention like a ten-year-old.

You snap your head towards him. “When can I expect to do some actual work around here?”

The smile is wiped off his face at your attitude. His hair is dusty, and there’s dirt underneath his fingernails. You stare enviously.

“You’re an intern. What did you expect?” he rolls his eyes and brushes past you to grab a new water jug. You weren’t going to admit that you’re impressed with how easily he lifts the heavy gallon with one hand and starts making his way back to the cave.

You quickly change your tune, seeing your opportunity leave with him. You rush to catch up, cutting off his path. He glowers at you, no doubt about to tell you to get out of his way but you don’t give him the chance.

“I’m sorry it’s just, I’ve been looking forward to it for so long and you know how much I admire Dr. Nanami! Watching him work is something I’ve always dreamt of, and knowing you guys are right there in that cave while I’m out here is a tough pill to swallow.” You pout, gazing up at him with exaggerated wide eyes and you see the furrow in his brows soften.

Suguru sighs and shakes his head. “No can do. That cave is off limits to anyone who wasn’t granted clearance beforehand.”

You keep pushing. “Really? It just seems like such a waste, you went to all that trouble of showing me the tools and proper way to dig, I was hoping you’d be able to show me on an actual artifact.”

He brings up the hand that isn’t strained with the gallon jug to pinch the bridge of his nose, his large palm covering his mouth. He knows what you’re doing, he isn’t an idiot, but damn is he weak. You could see his resolve crumble right before your eyes.

One more push.

“Please? I’d love to see you in action.” You ask sweetly.

He cracked the second you reached out and touched his flexed arm.

“Fine.” He exhales. You bite back a grin at the sight of his ears turning red. “But you get five minutes, tops. I’m not risking my career because you got antsy.”

You jump for joy and holler, thanking him profusely. He grumbles under his breath as he instructs you to follow him to the cave.

Sneaking in was not at all that difficult, you just slowly walked in behind him, his large body naturally hiding you from the front. There surprisingly wasn’t anyone watching the entrance either, with how strict Suguru made it seem you thought he’d need his ID or something. Guess it made sense, this whole project was a small group of academics who were by the book, so if someone said don’t enter the cave, they wouldn’t. Then there was you… and Suguru now it seemed, poor guy.

The cave was large, and as you follow Suguru down what seemed like the main pathway, there was a smaller, narrower passage on the right that you passed by.

“It’s just a small pool of water.” He responds when you asked what it leads to. “There’s an underground water network that the locals use, it once provided water for this whole region.”

You stop when he stops, peeking around his side to see the place of your dreams: a large clearing in the middle of the cave, lit up by large camping lanterns. The clearing in front of you is a step lower than where you stand, clearly been dug out to help the excavation. There are a couple of people hovered around something on the far end, diligently working. All around you are what look like oddly shaped rocks, with little plastic cards with numbers to label them, but you know better. You know those were most likely the bones of a species so similar yet different from you. It all looks like an academic crime scene.

Suguru didn’t walk too far, just enough to swap the empty water gallon from the dispenser with the new one he brought, before making his way back to you. You’re a little nervous now, scared to get in trouble but it seems like everyone is too engrossed in what they’re doing to pay you any mind.

Suguru unclips his toolbelt from around his hips and hands it to you. He kneels down by the closest artifact still partially stuck in the ground and motions you to come closer.

“Pull out the chisel and mallet. You can practice by getting this out.”

You do as told and began slowly working at it under his guidance. It was an odd shape, almost like a dumbbell. You weren’t sure what this was supposed to be until you carefully cracked away at it some more, and a pointed edge started to take shape.

“Hm,” Suguru thoughtfully speaks, “it’s some type of tool, maybe a weapon with the way it juts out.”

You don’t get a chance to give any input before he plucks the chisel from your hands and stands up, grabbing your arm and hauling you up with him, despite your whispered protest.

“Well it doesn’t matter anyway, cuz you’re leaving now.” He brushes off his hands and ushers you towards the mouth of the corridor, shooing you away.

“Five more minutes?” You pout.

He smirks, “absolutely not.”

Eh, it was worth a try.

You head back the way you came, leaving him to get back to his work. You make it to the entrance of the cave before realizing you’re still clutching his toolbelt. You put the mallet back inside and turn back, passing by the smaller corridor.

You pause in front of it.

Stare into it.

You get a feeling you can’t quite put a name on; a curiosity, akin to attraction, and your feet begin taking you down the corridor before you can really think.

Just like Suguru had said, there was indeed a small pool of water there. You crouch down and gaze at the stunning water.

It was so still, so clear that you could see down to the bottom. See all the little rocks and pebbles, the little plants sticking out, barely swaying. It was like looking at something encased in jelly. You reach out your hand, the tip of your middle finger just kissing the cool surface –

And everything goes black.

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Wherein you're running an errand, meet big strong Sukuna, and he gets your number.

Sukuna x fem!reader, fluff, short drabble

wc: 1k

divider by @uzmacchiato

It was a little past noon when your phone began buzzing in your hand, the reels you were watching in bed interrupted by your dad’s contact.

You sighed, knowing your lazy morning was over and the day was unfortunately going to begin now.

You pick up. “Hey dad.”

He hears the grogginess in your voice. “Morning kid, you up yet?” his voice echoed like he was on speakerphone.

“I am, just haven’t gotten up,” You reply sheepishly. It was Saturday after all.

His voice sounded urgent. “You need you grab more driveway sealant from the hardware store, I’m about to run out.”

Your eyes close in resignation. You have no idea what he was talking about but you guess you would find out.

You roll out of bed and get ready quickly, knowing he’s waiting for you outside. Before exiting the front door, you peep out the window and see him spreading out a tar-like substance all over the driveway while he chit-chatted with the neighbour. Boots wrapped in plastic bags and a large, outdoor broom in hand, you head out and greet him.

“That one, take a picture.” He points to the big bucket of sealant behind him, knowing you’d be lost once you get to the hardware store. You mentally curse your stupid brother for being so unreliable when this should be his job.

“Get two, I’m already on the third one but it’s not enough.” He hands you his car keys and card, and you make your way to the hardware store.

Finding the sealant was easy enough after asking a shop employee, and you figured it’d be heavy so you took a cart. Lifting the buckets, however, was another story. Thankfully the same employee was nearby and placed them in your cart for you.

Trudging through the shop and cashing out at checkout, you approach your car in the parking lot. Popping the trunk, you glance at the heavy buckets of tar in the cart, lips pursing in apprehension. Grasping the pail handle, you attempt to lift before realizing you’d need both hands, and still the damn bucket is too heavy. Recalibrating, you lean into the cart and grasp the pail around the body, grunting as you lug it up onto the edge. Heaving from the effort, preparing yourself to lift again, you startle as someone approaches from behind and takes the pail handle from you.

“Here, I got it,” a tall man nudges you to the side gently and resumes placing the pails in the trunk, effortlessly.

Damn, that’s hot, you blush.

Eyeing him from the side, he’s a tall, muscular man, cap backwards on his head with tufts of pink hair peeking out. His t-shirt sleeves are rolled up to his shoulders, exposing rings of tattoos around his biceps and shoulders, veins straining in his large arms as he lifts the items and places them carefully in your trunk. He turns to you as he shuts it, face expressionless and that’s when you see the tattoos on his nose and cheekbones as well.

“Good? Anything else?” He asks easily, strong fingers grasping your cart’s handle.

“Uh – no, that’s it,” you know you’re staring but you can’t stop, he’s so attractive. “You didn’t have to, thank you.”

He scoffs.

“Please,” he chuckles, “that bucket was about to pull you into the cart.”

Your mouth drops at his teasing and he seems pleased at that, lips pulling into an amused smirk.

“Hey! I’m stronger than I look you know,” – total fib – “I’m just conserving energy.” You roll your eyes.

“Heh, for what? You don’t strike me as the type to stand out in the heat and lay all this out.” His thick arms cross at his chest as he stares down at you in amusement, and you must say, he’s absolutely correct. And handsome.

You tilt your head as you look up at him, exaggerating a doe-eyed look. “Someone will,” you shrug, batting your lashes, “...like you did.”

His eyebrows raise in disbelief, a wide grin struggling to hold back a cackle at what you just said. He adjusts your cart in his hands, about to roll it back to the trolley parking before you stop him. “Hang on, I’ll take that back don’t worry about it,” your hand stops his from rolling away with it.

He stops but nods to the trolley-park right next to a large pick-up, “relax princess, my truck is next to it anyway.”

Princess? Oh lord have mercy.

He moves on, pushing your cart back into another and begins loading up long pieces of wood into the bed of his truck, what you assume to be his own shopping. You stand there for a moment dumbfounded, wondering if you should offer him help back but figure he’d just laugh at you, so you get into your car.

You sit there a moment fumbling with your Bluetooth while relax princess plays on loop in your head when you hear a rap at your window. Turning your head, a smile graces your lips when you see the man leaning an arm against the roof of your car, smiling back at you. You roll the window down, and he sticks his phone out to you, already open to add a new contact.

“For when you struggle to unload those buckets from your trunk.” He jokes.

You shoot him a flirty side-eye and accept his phone, tapping in your contact info. “Oh those buckets are no longer my responsibility as soon as I get home,” you call yourself from his phone, handing it back to him. “But I can treat you to a fancy coffee as thanks instead.”

He accepts, scoffing a laugh as he watches you save his number as bucket boy.

He leans back, letting you exit easily before waving as you exit the car park.

When you get home, your dad takes the pails easily out of the trunk and takes in your coy expression, a total difference from the grogginess you left with earlier.

“What’s up with you?” He asks, an eyebrow raised.

You shrug, dumbly smiling back and squeezing his cheeks affectionately before he swats your hands away. “A girl can’t be happy to help her baba?”

He nudges you away, grumbling under his breath, “it’s too hot for this, go get your brother, he’s finishing up here.”

You skip your way back inside, phone buzzing in your pocket.

[itadoriahh]

a pic from yuuji’s camera roll <3 little harder to look back on after shibuya but he can’t bring himself to delete it (it’d be like losing them all over again)

[belimah]

sum. Hybrids don't exist. Not yet, anyway. Humankind took a turn when, while diving in places they shouldn't, humans found a specimen that rests exactly between human and animal, uncanny, wrong to human eyes. They named it merfolk. And the next step was, of course, capture, explore, study, disturb - not exactly in that order, but you get the message. You are kindly pressured into accepting a role to study a single subject that has been captured and caged, but not only that, you are now also responsible for teaching the subject your mother language, and you're doing it by sharing a house with it with no possibility to leave until they decide you're done. tags. interspecies, merfolk, greatwhiteshark!sukuna, hybrid au, sharkuna, p in v, oral f!receiving, mound nuzzling, scenting, possessiveness, blood, biting, apex predator sukuna, double cocks, different cocks, dp, anal sex, exhaustion, multiple orgasms, dubious consent, period sex, orca!toji, octopus!suguru, eel!mimiko&nanako, possessiveness, lore so much lore, parasite, based on the dolphin x scientist experiment in the sixties, have fun reading it. art: @kcokaine

🦈 MEGALODON MASTERLIST:

ETHOGRAM ENTRY I — Week 1–8: Acclimation, Refusal, Observation ETHOGRAM ENTRY II — Month 6–14: Speech Emergence, Trust as Method ETHOGRAM ENTRY III — Year 2: Handling, Trade Behaviors, Mutual Reliance ETHOGRAM ENTRY IV — Year 3: Terminal Sampling and Summer Storms ETHOGRAM ENTRY V — Year 3: The Cove and the Wonders beyond the Veil ETHOGRAM ENTRY VI — Year 3: Shark Week and Resolutions ETHOGRAM ENTRY VII — ??????: Merfolklore, Saltblood and the Becoming. ETHOGRAM ENTRY VIII — Epilogue: Selkies, Guidance and Home. ETHOGRAM ENTRY IX — Attachment #1: Prey ETHOGRAM ENTRY X — Attachment #2: Decision ETHOGRAM ENTRY XI — Log File #001 - Orcas ETHOGRAM ENTRY XII — Log File #002 - Mating ETHOGRAM ENTRY XIII — Log File #003 - Rupture

🪸 Appendages references for all of you who would like to know what was he using to impale you 🫦

🐚 MEGALODON FAQ.

🦈 Some FANARTS and yapping about him and worldbuilding because I have the best readers in all the internet, that's not a question.

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[solilorenson]

sukugo but make it to high school

[writersblok]

cropped hair suki 😍