you bring drunken enjin to bed only to get kissed by him. but will he remember when he wakes up the next morning?
The hallway was too narrow for a drunken giant named Enjin who happily stumbled right, then left and back.
You had his arm slung over your shoulders while he shuffled beside you, boots scraping against the floor, the smell of alcohol mixed with smoke clinging to his jacket. Somewhere behind you, Gris and Follo and others laughed loud enough to shake the building.
“Good luck,” Follo called.
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. “You could help, you know.”
“Nah,” Gris said, already walking away with the others. “He only listens to you.”
That… didn’t help your heartbeat, because it was the truth. As soon as Enjin drunk a little bit too much he wouldn’t trust anyone. Except you, knowing that you only had his best interest at heart. Literally.
Enjin happily mumbled something to himself, chuckled then groaned. His head dipped down until his forehead nearly bumped your shoulder.
You thanked everyone and their mama that he wasn’t someone who threw up after having too much. Still drunk Enjin was softer, heavier too. Not the wildfire barely contained he normally was.
“C’mon,” you said. “Almost there.”
His room was mercifully close. You managed to push the door open with your foot, dragging him inside before he collapsed completely on top of you.
“You’re really heavy,” you complained breathlessly.
Enjin chuckled low in his throat. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“I’m not—“
Wait wait. Cute? You heard that right, right? Your face warmed immediately.
“Yeah, okay. Into bed. Now.”
You guided him toward the mattress, trying not to focus on the way his hand rested on your waist to steady himself. Or how warm his palm felt through your clothes. You reached down to pull the blankets back.
That was your mistake.
The second your attention slipped Enjin grabbed your wrist. Before you could even look up properly his mouth crashed against yours.
The kiss was clumsy from the alcohol, but it was still Enjin. His lips were warm and desperate and overwhelming. His other hand cupped your plushy ass and squeezed it like he already owned it. Also made him groan so dirty you went weak in the knees.
You gasped as your lips separated for a second, but he kissed you again before you could speak.
This kiss was more slower, tender. He explored your mouth with his tongue, tasted you and bit your lip softly
You were weak. You were aroused. You wanted to kiss him now and forever and then some more.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, eyes half open and unfocused. But even drunk, his gaze softened when it landed on you.
“There you are,” he hummed happily.
“What?”
“I love you, y’know?”
Everything inside you stopped. This… huh?
Enjin smiled lazily, thumb brushing your cheek. “So damn much.”
You stared at him. Every single feeling you’d buried for months came rushing up all at once - hope, disbelief, your love for him so intense it hurt.
“Enjin…” your voice came out barely above a whisper.
But his eyes were already slipping shut. “Should’ve told you sooner…” and then his body suddenly sagged forward.
You barely caught him before he faceplanted into the mattress.
“Enjin?”
Nothing.
A deep, steady breath answered you instead. He was fast asleep. You stood there frozen beside the bed, lips still tingling from the kiss. Your chest hurt from how hard your heart was beating.
You should’ve been happy. God, you were happy. But underneath all of it sat one horrible thought:
Would he still say it sober?
The next morning, after not sleeping all night, you didn’t know how to act. Or what to do when you met Enjin. Still you felt save enough to head for the kitchen first, only to find him already there.
He sat at the table with his head in his hands looking like death itself. Poor him.
“Morning,” you said carefully.
He groaned. “Don’t talk so loud.”
“You’re the loudest person I know.”
“Cruel.” he squinted at you. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”
Because you kissed me like you meant it.
Because you told me you loved me.
Because you fell asleep before I could say it back.
He didn’t remember, didn’t he? That’s why his first reaction wasn’t tired morning kisses raining on your face, but him asking why you look at him like that. Whatever like that meant.
Please don’t.
“No reason.”
Enjin rubbed his face before suddenly stiffening. “Wait.”
Your stomach flipped with nervousness. Could it be??
“What?”
“You got me to my room last night, right?”
“Yeah.”
His expression turned deeply suspicious as he squinted harder at you. “Oh no.”
“Oh no what?”
“Did I do something stupid?”
The question hit harder than it should have, because he sounded genuinely worried. He sounded like the idea of confessing to you was something embarrassing.
Oh no indeed.
Your chest tightened painfully and you had to look away before he could see it on your face.
“No,” you lied softly. “You just passed out immediately.”
The tension left his shoulders at once as he rested his head back on the table.
“Oh thank fuck.”
All while that tiny reaction felt like someone pressing a knife between your ribs. You forced a laugh anyway.
“Yeah. Nothing happened.”
Enjin grinned sheepishly, completely unaware. “Good. I trust drunk me about as far as I can throw Zanka.”
You smiled because you had to. Because if you didn’t, you might start crying from disappointment and heartbreak right there in the kitchen.
A tiny, pathetic piece of you still hoped sober Enjin would someday mean the words drunk Enjin confessed so easily. But that hope died more and more with each day passing.
He didn’t like you that way, right? The kiss meant nothing, because men like Enjin kissed a lot of women. And you were just there.
But the I love you?
You shook the head. “C’mon, I make you a coffee.”
“Yes, please.”
What you didn’t see when you turned around was how his brows knit together. Because deep in him he knew something had happened last night and something had changed.
boyfriend!sae who always notices when you're getting quiet in a group conversation and subtly redirects attention away from you before you get overwhelmed.
boyfriend!sae who learned your favorite convenience store snacks by accident and now somehow always has them waiting for you after long days.
boyfriend!sae who doesn't ask if you want physical affection anymore because he's memorized all the signs, your sleepy eyes, the way you fidget with your sleeves, the tiny way you lean closer when you need comfort.
boyfriend!sae who pretends your habit of avoiding eye contact is frustrating but secretly finds it adorable whenever you get flustered and hide your face.
boyfriend!sae who automatically moves closer whenever someone starts speaking over you because he knows you're too polite to interrupt.
boyfriend!sae who always checks that you've eaten, not because he thinks you can't take care of yourself, but because taking care of you has become second nature.
boyfriend!sae who has an entire collection of blurry candid photos because he keeps taking pictures whenever you're laughing and never waits for you to stay still.
boyfriend!sae who finds himself looking for you first after every match, every interview, every event, because you're the person he wants to see most.
boyfriend!sae who acts completely unaffected when you compliment him but spends the rest of the day replaying your words in his head.
boyfriend!sae who never understood why people wanted constant reassurance until he realized how much he likes hearing you say you're proud of him.
boyfriend!sae who always lets you steal his jackets because seeing you in them makes something embarrassingly warm settle in his chest.
boyfriend!sae who secretly saves voice messages you send and listens to them when he's traveling overseas.
boyfriend!sae who starts keeping track of little things you mention in passing just so he can surprise you later.
boyfriend!sae who notices when you're forcing a smile long before anyone else does.
boyfriend!sae who immediately reaches for your hand under restaurant tables whenever he can tell you're nervous.
boyfriend!sae who never makes fun of your shyness because he knows how hard you're trying every day.
boyfriend!sae who gets strangely protective when people mistake your kindness for weakness.
boyfriend!sae who always makes sure you're walking on the inside of the sidewalk, holding his arm whenever streets get crowded.
boyfriend!sae who has learned that your version of affection comes in quiet ways. fixing his collar, bringing him water, reminding him to rest, and treasures every single one.
boyfriend!sae who thinks your caring nature is one of the strongest things about you.
boyfriend!sae who loves late nights with you most.
boyfriend!sae who loves sitting together in comfortable silence while you read, scroll on your phone, or simply exist beside him.
boyfriend!sae who finds peace in the fact that you never expect him to fill every quiet moment with conversation.
boyfriend!sae who sometimes glances over at you and gets hit with the realization that this is his life now.
boyfriend!sae and who isn't sure when exactly it happened, but knows he never wants to go back to a life without you in it.
a/n daniel i miss you luca i miss our friendship. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
Enjin sneaking and slipping into your bed from behind you, slithers his big, inky hands up along the curves of your hips up to the smooth skin beneath your shirt of your rib cage. greedy, inquisitive lips kissing slowly, suggestively at the back of your neck to the slant of your soft shoulder. you softly, tiredly mumble him a whispered enough and he whines a little, continuing on kissing your neck, stopping just at the juncture of your jawline, watching you peer swiftly over your shoulder.
"baby, I've missed you, please let me have this"
"En', no. I'm too tired, I've been on non-stop missions for the past few days, besides..." you slightly adjust yourself a bit, maneuvering the comforting blanket from your body to showcase a deeply nuzzled and coddled Dear sleeping ever so close to your chest. cute tiny little arms holding on to you with a grounding grip, snoring lightly. peacefully.
Enjin groans, irritatingly. slumps his head against your shoulder defeated, then sharply gazes down at the sleeping younger cleaner clinging onto his partner.
"what's he even doing in here anyways? shouldn't he be with Bro or something?"
"Enjin, stop. he had a nightmare, poor baby, and Bro is currently away on a mission. so get over it."
again, Enjin exceeds an annoyed protracted groan, but with more rolled vexation and provocation of not having his alone time with you. and solely, only with you. he rests his chin onto your shoulder, then catches a quick glimpse down at the now awakened young cleaner. smugly grinning up at him, snuggling closer into your warmth and tenderness.
and Enjin could feel his blood vessels pop rigorously along his neck and forehead. the knowing, menacing glint shimmering in the young cleaners eyes, triggering something so frenzied.
enjin’s reaction when you get a tattoo of his name before he gets one of yours.
cw: fem!reader w/ long hair, i’ve only watched the anime so might be ooc <\3, petnames: baby + miss, mentions of body figure, and enjin gets on his knees (non suggestive)
he stared at you, his eyes popped out of their sockets and his jaw dropped on the floor. you turn to face your boyfriend which you noticed a little too late. you hadn’t planned to show him the tattoo quite just yet. it’s only been a month and you wanted it to show it at its best condition.
“pleasepleasepleasepleaseeeee baby tell me im dreaming right now,” enjin finally says once he picked his jaw off the ground.
“you weren’t supposed to see it yet, jin, oh my goodness, it was supposed to be a surprise,” you reply with a slight groan, dropping your arms which were tangled up in your hair as you were putting it up to try and beat the heat of the HQ in the summer.
“why didn’t you knock? what’s so important?” you say with a sigh, as if he wasn’t still in awe of your inked skin.
“nonono miss, you can’t just ignore the elephant in the damn room. you got a tattoo of MYYY name???” he elongates the word my, and you stare at him with raised eyebrows and a slight smile.
“what, was I supposed to get a tattoo of gris’ name—“
“—DON’T finish that sentence. you’re ruining the moment,” he says like a dramatic teenage boy.
he finally approaches, kneeling down to be eye level with the tattoo that sat right at your hip. his eyes were practically glowing despite the flow of amina and his lack of presence on the battle field. you place your hand on his head, combing through the strands, laughing softly.
“you like it?”
“i love it miss. perfect placement too,” he said with a smirk, knowing he’ll be placing his hands on your hips even more than before—if that was even possible.
“looks so good on you baby, i can’t stop looking at it. how’d you even hide this from me for this long, and when d’ya plan on tellin’ me?” his eyes have yet to leave your skin, similar to his hands that have yet to stop caressing up and down, following the natural curvature of your body.
“it’s not that hard, since we’re practically always in uniform. but it’s been extra hot here at HQ ever since rudo’s powers went awry that one time, and it messed up the AC system, so I decided to throw on a tank and you walked in as soon as my hands were up for you to see it,” you say with a shake of your head.
“i planned this for a while, and i got some time to get it done when i had to drop by canvas town after a mission.”
enjin groaned, his reaction practically doing a 360 as he sunk down, laying his head on your thigh.
“you’re so smart and that’s why i’m in so love with you but i can’t help but be jealous you got something done before i did,” he says with a huff.
you let out a snort, and you tug on him, a small signal for him to raise to his feet. “i did this on my own accord, jin. nothing’s stopping you from getting one of your own.”
“ok wait.”
“ENJIN WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
…he decides to get his tattoo of your name right on his bicep so that when he flexes, it shows off his muscles and your name. oh and of course it gives him an excuse for you to cling onto his arm whenever you can.
a/n: enjin brainrot is not for the weak goodbye omg and also idc what anyone says, the cursive tattoos are so cunt, i can deal w/ the consequences when they come
boyfriend!jay × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀⠀after a joint realization that your relationship is lacking the usual thrill, you and your boyfriend jay decide to try something new to spice things up. and while the two of you are having the time of your lives, your six friends—or the "kids" you've both unwillingly adopted—are convinced that they're about to be children of divorce.
MASTERLIST. ┆ CONTAINS ➤ SMAU. hints of college!au. suggestive (mdni). comedy / crack. jay n reader r down bad for each other and also very crazy. found family vibes. established relationship. fluff. angst and toxic relationship dynamics, but not really. profanity. death threats & other highly inappropriate jokes. sunki crumbs bc i have freewill. ignore timestamps & typos. ✮ cameos from enhypen's maknae line ( jungwon, sunoo & ni-ki) & stayc's maknae line. (seeun, yoon / jayoon, j / yeeun. )
𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨.ᐟ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ♡
PART O1 ⠀⠀⠀& ⠀⠀⠀PART O2.
FROM YAN 🐰 ➤ idk how this idea hit me but it has and you all have to bear witness bc i think it's funny and i have to materialize it. :3 part two will be coming out soon. will open one tag list for it so just lmk !!
You wouldn’t call yourself a video game hater either. Not particuarly. You had dabbled, but had come to realise it was not an activity that you would consider participating in often.
It was clear that there were other things you were more interested in. Tangible things. Pottery classes where you can make coasters. Knitting a sweater that warms you on a winter evening. The weight of your boyfriend's hand finding yours beneath a cheese and wine tasting event. Such things.
This same thing could not be said for your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo.
The windows were cracked open against the summer heat, letting in the distant hubbub of Tokyo traffic come through the filters of living high up in a high-rise building.
And Satoru Gojo was spread across your bed, laying on his stomach. His socked feet swung through the air behind him, far too preoccupied and focused on his console.
Your lives as jujutsu sorcerers were stressful, swallowing up any free time you had, and if your boyfriend felt like looking at pixel versions of you getting together and falling in love. Who were you to judge?
It was his prerogative.
You tried to focus on your paperwork. There were reports spread across your bed. Witness statements. Property damage estimates. Curse sightinga in Shinjuku. Witness statements.
You tried to read.
Trying being the operative word.
The console chirped, and Satoru made a noise of genuine distress.
You did not look up. You traced a line of text with your finger, forcing your eyes to stay fixed.
“Baby,” he finally said, with a grave sense of concentration you could say you had only heard from him on the battlefield.
“Our Miis are fighting again.”
“Maybe pixel-me is tired of your pixel-infidelity,” you spoke up from where you sat cross-legged against the headboard.
A wounded noise escaped him.
"That was one time."
Your eyes remained fixed on the page before you. The paper crackled softly as you adjusted it.
“You flirted with a grocery clerk."
“She sold me good bread.”
“She sold your Mii bread.” You rolled your eyes, though it wasn't lost on you that you were feeling a real annoyance in this matter.
The screen lit his face ghost-blue as he groaned dramatically. “No, no, no— she just said she needs space. What does that mean, baby?”
You turned the page.
"Then give her space."
"But what does it mean?"
“It means,” you said, “even my digital self finds you really annoying.”
He rolled over instantly, strong enough that the mattress dipped beneath his weight. White hair wild and cascading against your blue pillow.
And then, softer he asked. “But she still likes me, right?”
You stared down now over the edges of your paperwork. A man who could stare down curses without blinking. The strongest sorcerer alive looked genuinely troubled by the emotional wellbeing of a digital approximation of yourself. You could laugh in amusement right now.
“I don't know, Satoru,” you said. “She asked for space. Leave the poor girl alone.” And pay attention to me. The thought appeared uninvited, but you weren't the kind of person to say it out loud.
He hummed to himself, unconvinced, turning the console back toward himself. "I don't think she's actually mad."
“You literally just said she asked for space.”
“Yeah, but before that she gave my Mii cold medicine when he got sick.”
"What?" You blinked.
He shoved the screen in your direction.
There, rendered in cheerful little graphics, was a notification.
YOUR SWEETHEART TOOK CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU WERE FEELING DOWN.
A strange irritation unfurled inside you. It was immediate.
Because somewhere between exorcising curses, surviving near-death experiences, Satoru had apparently found a way to miss you inside a video game.
Even when you were sitting right next to him.
You frown, you couldn't believe the feelings you were generating right now.
"Satoru."
"What?"
"Nothing,” you frowned, as you lowered your gaze to the paperwork.
—
He sat upright so abruptly the mattress bounced beneath both of you. The sudden movement had also sent the scattered reports trembling across the blanket.
"Satoru,” you groaned.
"Our Miis had a baby."
You stared at him.
"Wow," you remarked. “Our Miis move fast. It's been twenty minutes."
"We have a son," he announces with almost genuine pride. The way he said it made it sound less like a video game update and more like he had just emerged from an actual delivery room.
You closed your eyes.
"Congratulations."
"No, look."
The mattress shifted beneath his weight as he crawled toward you. Before you could object, he had thrusted the console beneath your nose.
"Here."
A tiny digital child waved enthusiastically from the screen. White hair and bright blue eyes except it was tiny and round-faced.
The thing was a miniature version of him, as though someone had compressed Satoru into a pocket-sized creature and softened away any sharp features he had.
The creature waved again, and for one horrifying second, you thought it was actually kind of cute.
"Oh my god," he whispered. Completely enamoured. "Look at his little face."
"Satoru."
"What?"
"Turn it off already, Satoru." You gestured vaguely toward the paperwork littering the bed. "You've barely touched a single one of your reports."
He looked scandalised almost instantly. "Turn off our son, you say?"
"Our son isn't real."
The digital child chose that exact moment to blow a heart toward the screen. Tiny sparkles exploded around its head. A little chiming sound followed.
You had a heart after all, damn it.
The game had clearly understood emotional manipulation. And unfortunately for you, so did Satoru.
Satoru gasped. One hand flew to his chest. "He loves us."
"He is just code."
"That's an incredibly cruel thing to say about your child."
An amused sigh escaped you despite yourself as you dropped your head back against the headboard. Tired.
The pillow was cool where sunlight hadn't touched it. The cotton smelled faintly of detergent and the expensive shampoo Satoru insisted on using.
Your eyes drifted back toward the screen he held. Your eyes narrowed as the child was still waving.
"Oh my god, Satoru. Did you name him Gojo Junior," you rolled your eyes. "Remind me to never give you reign over our actual child's name."
His smile had gone strangely still, and there was a pause before he spoke up.
"Our actual child, you say." He repeated carefully.
Heat flooded your face instantly. "No, I meant—"
His grin widened. "That we're going to have actual children in the future?"
"No."
"And you have their names picked out already?"
"I said, child," you groaned again at your misstep. "I only meant—”
"I can settle on a single child," he says, and you think, genuinely. "One child is reasonable."
"I wasn't negotiating,” you groaned. “I didn't say anything. Leave me alone.”
"You most definitely did say it."
Your face immediately felt hot. Your boyfriend was now staring at you like you'd just handed him a marriage certificate and big fat ring with it.
"Satoru."
"Yes, sweetheart?" God, he could be so smug.
"Don't."
"Don't what?" His grin widened, his teeth shining as white as his hair.
"You know exactly what."
"I know that my lovely girlfriend accidentally admitted she's planning our future."
"I did not."
He sat up straighter then, suddenly deep in thought. “Huh.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Huh what now?"
"No, I'm just thinking."
"That's never good,” you say.
"Would they have your eyes?"
You blink twice. “Think your family would kill me if they don't have your eyes,” you say genuinely.
He considered this seriously. Then looked at you. "But yours are prettier."
You snorted. "They're plain."
"Prettier."
"They're not."
"They are too."
You frown, trying to look out the unassuming window. "Hopefully our child inherits my common sense."
"Rude,” he says, feeling scandalised yet again.
"It wasn't meant to be."
"It absolutely was."
The tiny digital child chose that exact moment to clap enthusiastically.
As though participating in the discussion. As if agreeing with you.
Your mouth twitched despite yourself.
"There it is,” Satoru said then.
You glanced back at him, softly now. "What now?"
"You’re smiling.” He pointed at your face, almost genuinely, with an almost childish satisfaction.
You think that's the ability Satoru had, to make things so light.
Yesterday, you had watched the blood stain his uniform. You had watched exhaustion strike black beneath his eyes. You had tried to listen to Shoko and the higher ups while you were pretending not to be afraid yourself. Pretending to be grown and brave.
Yet now he sat before you arguing over a digital child.
"You're smiling so much," he said. "You do love our child after all."
You rolled your eyes again, though this time in jest. Your affection barely hidden now.
"Now come play with me," he said, nudging your knee with his foot. His grin softening. "Family bonding is important, you know."
celebrating Toji and his wife finally expecting, the boys get completely wasted, and Sukuna, operating on pure drunk logic, leans straight into whatever nonsense his brain serves up next
—this time, making it very clear he's taken
crack, fluff
(part of my drunk!sukuna drabbles mini-series)
Sukuna is finished. He’s officially reached the point where his legendary alcohol tolerance has finally crumbled. Slumped deep into an armchair in the corner, he has his head tilted back and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Though he may look like he’s contemplating the universe, you know he’s really just trying to keep the room from spinning as his fingers twitch rhythmically against the armrest.
You walk over, weaving through the chaos of a dancing Satoru, whose laughter is way too loud. Reaching out, you try to grab Sukuna's hand. “Come on. You’re done. Let’s get you upstairs."
The second your fingers brush his wrist, he recoils with a sharp, indignant jerk. He buries his back deeper into the leather chair, drawing his arm to his chest, his gaze darting toward you like you're trying to pick his pocket.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he rumbles, his voice a thick, incoherent slur. He stares at you, deeply offended. "What do you think you're doing? Get your hands off me."
"Sukuna, it’s late," you insist, reaching for his elbow this time. "Let's go to bed.”
“Don’t ‘Sukuna’ me,” he barks, his face flushing a deep red that creeps up to his ears. His scowl deepens, and his eyebrows knit together as he bats your hand away with a clumsy, heavy swat that carries more weight than accuracy. “I don’t know what kind of guy you think I am or what game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. I’m married. I’ve got a wife—a real one—she’s around here somewhere. So back the fuck up.”
He’s truly upset, his chest heaving with a drunken outrage that would be endearing if it wasn’t so ridiculous. Glancing over his shoulder toward the kitchen, he desperately searches for a way out of this very dangerous situation, but all the boys except Gojo are already slumped in various states of decay, scattered around the house.
"Kuna, I am your wife," you say, trying not to laugh at how fiercely he’s defending himself against you.
“Nice try.” He turns back, squinting at you, barely able to keep his eyelids from drooping. “You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know my own girl? I got her right here. I’ll show you, and then you’re gonna apologize for trying to… to tempt me or whatever.”
He starts frantically digging through his pockets, his movements aggressive and uncoordinated as he’s very close to falling out of the chair. Finally, he yanks his phone out, almost dropping it before he catches it with a trembling grip. He thrusts the blank, smudged screen toward your face.
“Look at that,” he demands, nodding firmly toward the black, unlit glass. “That’s my girl—my wife. Look at how she looks. You’re wasting your time. I’m a loyal man.”
"The phone isn't even on, you big idiot," you sigh, reaching for the device to help him show you a wallpaper of you.
Letting out a sharp, frustrated growl, he pulls the phone away, tucking it against his chest before flipping it over and stabbing the screen until it lights up. His brow furrows as he battles his own nervous system to enter his passcode—tap, tap, tap-tap—but his fingers are too clumsy, constantly hitting two numbers at once.
iPhone Unavailable, try again in 1 minute.
“God damn it,” he mutters, his jaw clenching.
He waits out the minute in tense, grumpy silence, glaring at you every few seconds to make sure you’re not getting any closer. As soon as the message disappears, he goes at it again, breathing hard, determined to prove he’s taken that he’s practically vibrating with effort. His frustration peaks as he misses the zero and hits eight instead. He deletes it with a hiss and tries again.
iPhone Unavailable, try again in 5 minutes.
Sukuna stares at the disabled screen, genuinely insulted by his own device. He looks up at you, his eyes narrowed and cold, his chest puffing out with a surge of renewed, drunken grumpiness.
"It doesn't matter," he rasps, his voice dropping to a low, protective snarl. "I don't need the photos to know I’m taken. I'm not going anywhere with you. I’m staying right in this chair until my wife finds me, so stop trying to hook up with me and move along."
“Look at my face, Sukuna. Just look at me,” you say firmly, reaching down to grab both of his heavy hands and pull him up.
He stops mid-protest, dangerously swaying as he finally meets your gaze. He squints and leans in until his nose almost touches yours, inhaling your scent in a deep, lingering and very shaky breath. Recognition finally hits him like a freight train. The offended wall crumbles instantly, giving way to a hazy, mushy warmth.
"Oh," he breathes, his voice suddenly a soft, vibrating rumble. "It is you."
Not waiting another second, he collapses against you with his full, crushing weight, wrapping a massive arm around your shoulders and burying his face in your hair as you guide him toward the stairs. Every few steps, he stumbles, but keeps his nose pressed to your temple, breathing in your scent like he’s trying to memorize it all over again.
“I have to tell you something,” he mumbles against your skin, a smug, sleepy pride in his voice as you finally reach the guest bedroom. “Some girl… she tried to hit on me. Right—right there in the chair. I told her off—told her I had a wife.”
You finally haul him onto the mattress, exhaling heavily as his weight leaves your shoulders. "You did a great job, Kuna. Truly," you murmur.
Sukuna doesn't even let you pull the covers up before he hooks a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest, pinning you there with a heavy, protective grip.
"Stay right here," he grunts, his eyes already drifting shut. "Don't let that other girl in."
the one where your friends discover you are pregnant.
warnings: adult!tsukishima and adult! reader (25-30 years old), pregnancy, this probably has a lot of mistakes, haven't proofread it.
the first thing everyone notices was that tsukishima had somehow become worse.
not worse in a bad way but... clingier.
he has always been kind of clingy around you, but it had been weird recently.
when everyone met outside the restaurant, ready to have dinner together for the first time in months (volleyball season was finally over), his hand had immediately found yours. not unusual, but then, as you entered the restaurant, he kept a hand on your back. he pulled your chair out, asked if you were comfortable, and then asked if you wanted water, asked if-
"are you alright?" kageyama finally asked, grabbing a beer.
"what?"
"you are acting as if she has the plague or something."
tsukishima glared at him and said something under his breath.
"i had a headache this afternoon, nothing to worry about," you add, taking a sip from your glass of water.
the restaurant was busy and warm, everyone catching up after months of busy schedules, matches, and overseas trips.
yachi was finally free from work. yamaguchi had been out of sendai due to work issues and obviously, kageyama and hinata had been completely busy with being pro athletes.
everything felt normal.
except for one thing.
you weren't nursing your favourite brand of beer.
in fact, you weren't drinking any alcohol.
"you want anything?" yamaguchi looked at you as he ordered another round.
"i'm good, thanks!"
"since when do you skip drinks?"
you froze when yachi said that.
"she's designated driver for tonight." kei answered immediately, squeezing your hand under the table.
"oh, sushi's here!"
a large platter was set in the middle of the table as you tried not to stare. really, you were trying! but that salmon nigiri was looking straight at you, telling you to grab it all and shove it down your throat.
you'd been craving it for days. months. even when you weren't 4 months pregnant, you craved it.
your eyes followed every single piece that made its way towards your friends' plates.
hinata looked at you and notices your stare.
"you want one?"
you looked at tsukishima, who was trying his best to tell you NOT to eat it telepathically. you looked at the salmon again.
"maybe just one," you muttered as hinata happily placed it on your plate.
you picked it up, the smell making your mouth water and in just a fraction of second...
"absolutely not."
everyone at the table froze. tsukishima was staring at the nigiri like it had personally insulted him.
"what?"
"no."
"what do you mean, no?"
"you can't eat that."
"wow, protective much?" hinata said.
"shut it, hinata."
"why can't i?"
"you know why. it's raw."
"so?"
"so you can't."
you stared at him.
he stared right back at you. your friends watched the conversation like it was a tennis match.
"kei."
"(y/n)."
you showed him the piece of nigiri.
"kei."
"no."
"it's one piece."
"no."
"let me live."
"dude, no."
"don't dude me." you groaned. "it's completely fine."
"it's literally not."
"people do it all the time."
"if those people also jumped out of cliffs, would you do it?"
"if i don't eat this piece, i might."
"don't say that, please." he pinched the bridge of his nose. "it's raw fish.."
"you're being completely dramatic."
"well, you're literally pregnant with my kid, so..."
gasps could be heard all over the room.
yamaguchi's piece of nigiri fell to the floor.
tsukki's eyes widened.
"oh."
"oh?" kageyama repeated.
"oh!?" yamaguchi echoes.
"OH!" hinata yelled.
"wait! WAIT." yachi stood up, pointing at you.
"are you pregnant!?"
yamaguchi pulled her down.
"surprise?"
"holy shit, you made a baby!?"
"hinata!"
you lowered the piece of nigiri into your plate and buried your face on tsukki's shoulder.
"four months." tsukishima sighed. "she's... four months."
the silence lasted exactly four seconds before chaos erupted.
"girl, i can't believe you hid this from me!"
"four months!?"
"were you trying?"
"kageyama, did you really ask them if they have fucked...?"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I ASKED!"
"tsukki..." yamaguchi sobbed. "... you are going to be a dad."
you smiled and nodded.
"mom and dad."
"oh my god, congrats guys!" yachi stood up to hug you. "i knew something was up."
"you thought we got married."
"well, i was still suspicious!"
you laughed. "thank you."
through the chaos, tsukki reached for your thigh beneath the table, squeezing it a few times.
"this deserved a celebration, order good alcohol, kageyama." hinata cheered. "and a mocktail for (y/n), obviously."
you grabbed tsukki's hand and squeezed it, softly kissing his cheek and looked at the untocuhed nigiri that still stood on your plate.
"no."
you laudhed.
"kei..."
"no."
"you already exposed me, i deserve a reward of some kind."
"no raw fish."
you rolled your eyes.
"i'll buy you ice-cream after this."
"... okay."
everyone watched you. because someone, tsukishima kei had become everything they'd never imagine.
protective.
soft.
completely obsessed with you (although, to be completely honest, they knew he was obsessed with you since he was sixteen)
"you want to see ultrasound pics?"
"YES!"
and judging by the way his had never left you growing bump for the rest of the night...
they knew he was completely obsessed with the baby too.
something old, something new - ft. yuuta o. x fem!reader
cw: special grade reader inplied, fluff, lowk mean reader?, sassy yuuta ml
an: this isn't exactly how his ct works but the idea came to me while i was sleepy and i thought it was cute
“babe, are you ready? we're gonna be late-” yuuta's words came to a quick halt as he stepped into your shared bedroom, jaw almost falling slack at the sight infront of him. you, still clad in a towel, holding up two outfits on racks to rika— yes, his shikigami, rika. “what are you doing.”
gojo invited you both to a social networking event for sorcerers— mostly because he didn't want to attend alone, partly because he wanted you both to interact with other sorcerers that were on par with you. the event started at 7:30 and was a thirty minute drive. to be on time, you two would need to leave at seven; it was currently 6:45 and you weren't even dressed.
“i'm asking rika for her opinion, duh.” you responded with a roll of you eyes. meanwhile, rika lifted a pale, boney finger, pointing to the outfit on the right. “oh, i was thinking this one too. she has such good taste, doesn't she?” you beamed, holding up the outfit rika chose to yuuta, who was still standing in the doorway and absorbing everything around him. he never thought he'd meet a girl that didn't feel threatened by the curse lingering around him, much less befriending it “you could've asked me, y'know. i'm your boyfriend.”
at his words, you scoffed as a snarl curled at your lips. rika let out a child-like giggle, long fingers reaching out to you, gently curling a tress of your perfectly styled hair around jagged fingers. sometimes, he thought rika liked you more than she ever did him “rika's a girl. she understands these things better than you."
“i highly doubt that,” yuuta refuted, his tone carrying a hint of sass as he placed a hand on his hip. “you do realise rika still has the mentality of an eight year old, right?” at his words, you just scoffed with a dismissive wave of your hand as rika let out a wounded noise, scurrying behind your smaller frame. yuuta's face almost contorted in shock.
“tsk, you hurt her feelings," you stated before turning to rika, giving her a gentle pat on the.. nose? with a fond smile. “don't be sad. come, i'll let you help with my eyeliner.” rika immediately perked up at that, purring contently as she preened under your touch. yuuta stood in the doorway, betrayed and appalled, but he also knew that he'd never trade this for the world.
"love, no... don't go," nanami rasped, voice low still laced with sleep. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he spoke. the hold of his hand around your waist was somehow tighter, even after when you thought you couldn't possibly get any closer than this; your back on his chest without any space in between.
"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.
"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.
"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.
"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."
"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.
he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."
SYNOPSIS. he pisses you off so what do you do? jump out a moving car of course!
PAIRINGS. tired! itoshi sae x crazy! reader (established relationship)
WARNINGS. we a bit unhinged, but sae loves us, jealousy, crack, dark humor
the car is silent— thick, suffocating, full of things unsaid. streetlights smear gold across the dashboard while itoshi sae drives with one hand on the wheel, jaw tight enough to crack teeth.
you’re glaring out the window. “she was basically in your lap,” you mutter.
“she asked for directions.”
“she asked for your number with her eyes.”
sae exhales through his nose, exhausted. “you’re unbelievable.”
“and yet you keep dating me.”
“that’s the problem.”
the words sting more than they should. you look at him sharply, expecting irritation, but his expression is just tired. not cruel. worse. fond and exhausted at the same time.
“you know,” he says, voice flat, “normal people don’t start glaring at strangers because they stood too close to their boyfriend.”
“she touched your arm.”
“she breathed oxygen near me. should i file a report?”
you scoff and fold your arms tighter, pouting in the other direction. he glances over for half a second, enough to soften.
“you’re insane,” he says quietly.
“but you love me.”
a pause.
“…unfortunately.”
you grin despite yourself. he notices and rolls his eyes, fighting his own smile.
traffic slows near your apartment. the car is barely moving now, crawling forward. petty irritation sparks in your chest again when you remember that girl leaning toward him, laughing too loud.
fine. if he wants “normal” then you’ll give him a problem.
before sae can react, you unlock the door and shove it open. “what are you—”
you jump.
it’s far from dramatic. the car’s moving slow enough that you mostly just hit the pavement ugly, skinning your palms and knees as you tumble sideways with a yelp.
“¡oh dios mío—”
brakes screech.
sae is out of the car instantly, face drained of color as he storms toward you.
“what the hell is wrong with you?” he snaps, grabbing your shoulders hard enough to check you’re real. “are you hurt? can you stand? did you hit your head?”
you’re sitting in the street trying not to laugh. his eyes are wide. so unlike him.
and that’s what makes you crack.
a wheeze escapes you first, then full laughter. sae stares at you like he might actually kill you. “you jumped out of a moving car.”
“you should see your face—”
“i’m serious.”
“so am i,” you gasp between laughs. “you love me soooo bad.”
sae swears under his breath, pressing his forehead briefly against yours in shaky relief.
“…i need a break.”
A/N. these were so fun to write i’ve already written all 3… but you give will have to be patient for the others (mainly because i don’t know what to post afterwards LOL) oh to have someone care for me as much as my fantasy 2d men
not because he finds them cute or even remotely entertaining. no, it was because children followed their destinies to a t.
they were pure, untainted, and didn’t need to follow any sort of social code. if they broke any sort of conduct or rule, they were forgiven immediately. this led to infinite possibilities and exploration of their fates, which hugo could salivate at the thought of.
which was probably why hugo didn’t complain when you asked if you could go play with the kids at your park…during your date with him. hugo pulled out his favorite blank book, found a comfortable bench close to you, and not-so-subtly stared at you playing with the kids.
the sun bounced off your hair at a perfect angle, creating a halo effect. your beam could bring about world peace, and the children surrounded you like flowers on a flower crown.
something warm blossomed and knotted inside of hugo’s chest, and his stare was suddenly all-too intense. your smile etched itself into his mind, and suddenly, the cogs in his head were turning once more.
maybe hugo liked kids for more than just their destinies. maybe it was always hugo’s destiny to be fond of kids, so he would have yet another reason to love you.
Hii can you do one where the bllk boys s/o meet their teammates and their reaction to their s/o
You can completely ignore me if u choose🥲
— ᨳଓ meet the team
Sae Itoshi, Yoichi Isagi, Seishiro Nagi, Rin Itoshi
Sae Itoshi hated award ceremonies.
Too many cameras. Too many interviews. Too many people trying to talk to him when he had absolutely no interest in talking back, the only thing making tonight remotely tolerable was you.
His eyes lifted from his phone as you stepped out of the bedroom.
The black dress you wore hugged your figure perfectly, elegant without trying too hard. For a second, Sae forgot what he was doing. Then he stood up, grabbed your heels and purse before you could.
"You clean up nice."
You laughed.
"Just nice?"
His lips twitched.
"Beautiful."
The ride to the venue was peaceful. The second you walked through the entrance, however, the peace disappeared.
"SAEEE!"
You barely had time to react before a pink-haired blur appeared.
Sae's face immediately soured.
"Not him."
"Who?"
"Problem number one."
"YOU MUST BE Y/N!"
Shidou practically materialized in front of you and before you could answer, Sae's arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his side.
"Eyes up." He murmured taking note of the way Shidou was looking at you.
"I'm just looking!"
"Look somewhere else."
Shidou grinned, "So possessive."
You couldn't help laughing which only encouraged him.
Unfortunately.
Within minutes, more of Sae's teammates began gathering around.
First came Aiku.
Then Sendou.
Then somehow half the room.
They'd all heard rumors about Sae's girlfriend, the mysterious woman he'd somehow managed to keep hidden for over a year.
Nobody expected you.
Especially not when you turned out to be warm, friendly, and willing to actually answer their questions.
Unlike your boyfriend.
"So how'd you two meet?"
"Does Sae smile around you?"
"Is he always this grumpy?"
"Has he ever laughed?"
"Are you being held hostage?"
You laughed while Sae looked increasingly annoyed, the traitors weren't even trying to hide it anymore.
"You know," Aiku said eventually, shaking his head, "I really wasn't expecting this."
You tilted your head.
"Expecting what?"
"This."
He gestured between you and Sae.
"You're sunshine."
Then he pointed at Sae.
"He's... whatever that is."
"Watch it."
Aiku ignored him.
"If he ever gets annoying, feel free to call me."
He handed you his phone. "Actually, here's my numb—"
The phone disappeared.
Everyone watched Sae slip it into his suit pocket.
Aiku stared.
"Did you just steal my phone?"
"No."
"Then why is it in your pocket?"
"It's confiscated."
"For what?!"
Sae draped an arm over your shoulders.
"Attempted theft."
Aiku looked offended.
"You can't steal your own teammate's girlfriend."
"You can try."
The smile Sae gave him wasn't a smile at all.
Aiku immediately backed up.
"Actually, you know what? Never mind."
Smart man.
— ᨳଓ
The Blue Lock boys had been begging Yoichi Isagi to bring you around for months.
Months.
Every practice, every group chat, every dinner.
"Do you even have a girlfriend?"
"Show us proof."
"What if he's lying?"
"Maybe she doesn't exist."
So when Isagi finally agreed to bring you to a team gathering, everyone was excited.
A little too excited.
The second you walked through the restaurant doors, Bachira spotted you.
"There she is!"
Every head turned.
You immediately froze, "There are more people here than I expected."
Bachira was first to greet you, followed quickly by the other men who were extremely curious about the woman dealing with Isagi.
And somehow, within twenty minutes, you'd completely won them over.
You laughed at Bachira's jokes.
Listened to Chigiri talk about training.
Complimented Reo's watch.
Asked Kunigami about his workout routine.
By the time dinner arrived, everyone adored you.
"Nah," Chigiri declared dramatically. "She's too nice for you."
"What?"
"Way too nice."
"I agree," Reo added.
"Guys."
"She's out of your league," Igaguri nodded.
"GUYS."
You laughed into your drink while Isagi buried his face in his hands.
— ᨳଓ
Seishiro Nagi didn't understand why everyone cared, you were his girlfriend.
That was it.
No big deal, but Apparently everyone else disagreed.
Especially Reo.
"Nagi."
"What?"
"Bring your girlfriend."
"Why?"
"Because I want to meet her."
"No."
Three weeks later, Nagi finally gave in.
The moment you arrived, Reo stood up so quickly he nearly knocked over his chair.
"NAGI."
"What?"
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME SHE WAS THIS PRETTY."
You blinked.
Nagi blinked.
Then Nagi wrapped an arm around your waist.
"Mine."
Reo looked offended, for starters he thought he was closer with Nagi and also because his alleged best friend thought he would try to take his girlfriend from him.
The rest of the team quickly gathered around.
Unlike Nagi, you were incredibly social, so everyone quickly realized how the relationship worked.
You handled people.
Nagi handled existing.
At one point, you left to grab another drink.
The second you were gone, everyone turned toward Nagi.
"How?"
"Huh?"
"How did YOU get her?"
Nagi shrugged.
"Asked."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"THAT'S IT?!"
Nagi yawned.
"Worked, didn't it?"
Unfortunately, he had a point.
— ᨳଓ
Nobody knew Rin Itoshi had a girlfriend.
Literally nobody.
It wasn't like he was hiding you, he just didn't like his teammates so he didn't feel the need to fill them in on personal matters.
So when he casually showed up to a training camp with you beside him, the entire facility stopped functioning.
"Who is that?"
"Is that Rin's sister?"
"He has a sister?"
"No, idiot."
Rin ignored all of it, you however, noticed immediately.
"I think they're staring."
"They are."
"Why?" You rubbed your arm nervously.
"Because they're stupid." He grabbed your hand and started rubbing it with his thumb.
"Rinnie, be nice. I'm sure they're just curious."
"I'm being nice."
You gave him a look.
He looked away.
Unlike Rin, you were approachable.
Which meant everyone immediately started talking to you.
The betrayal hit Rin almost instantly, one second you were standing beside him.
The next you were laughing with his teammates.
"Rin."
"Hm."
"Your girlfriend is really nice."
"So?"
"You aren't."
"..."
"Opposites really do attract." Isagi laughed.
The glare Rin sent Isagi nearly caused physical damage.
You eventually returned to Rin's side.
The moment you did, his mood visibly improved.
You smiled.
"Miss me?"
"No."
You raised an eyebrow.
"Not even a little?"
Rin silently reached for your hand.
Interlocking your fingers.
Never looking at you.
The entire team collectively lost their minds.
"HE'S HOLDING HANDS."
"HE'S BLUSHING."
"I'M NOT."
You looked up at him.
He was absolutely blushing.
I got in a wreck a few days ago AND started summer classes so I've been a little delayed on writing mb
brat! reader demanding boyfriend 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 to hold her hand while he carries all the bags
your hands feel weird. empty, you note suddenly.
then you look at your boyfriend walking just 2 steps ahead of you. both of his hands full of shopping bags and grocery packets.
it must be heavy. it is heavy. that's why sukuna is carrying them and not you. you give a sigh of appreciation as your eyes roam over his frame.
tall , dressed in dark shades, muscles pulled taut. quite the head turner. and more than capable of carrying a few bags, you mentally note.
your friends often complained about their partners expecting to split the baggage. half n half and shit that felt so absurd to you that you had obnoxiously bragged about your husband demanding that you 'do not lift a single finger'.
the girls had the audacity to look skeptical.
you pull up the camera app on your phone and click record.
"baby?" you call out, pretending to scroll. the camera records your man as he half turns his head.
"why aren't you holding my hand?" you demand like a spoiled brat. you catch the faint upward tug of his lips as he turns his head to face forward again.
then he releases his pinky from under his grip on the bags and slightly points it. you let out a happy sound and grab onto it. making a point of zooming in your camera on the view.
then you reverse the camera and film your face.
sukuna often tells you to wipe that smug look off your face. but how can you when you bagged such a hot deal?
so you give your brattiest grin and lean your head against his bicep. the camera doesn't capture his face, he is too tall for that.
sukuna doesn't comment, even as he watches the display. what can he say? he quite likes being shown off by his princess.
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