โฆ..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.ย
After a tragic accident erased your memories, you no longer remember the man you married. Unfortunately for you, Ryomen Sukuna remembers everything. And he'll do whatever it takes to make you remember him too.
Everything was so much weird.
When you first opened your eyes, the world was a blur of harsh lights and a rhythmic, annoying beep that made your head throb. A crowd of people were hovering over your bed, their faces twisted into expressions of pure horror and desperation. It felt like they were looking at a ghost or maybe a god that had suddenly fallen from the sky. The moment you blinked and stared back at them with blank, unrecognizing eyes, the room dissolved into quiet, breathless weeping.
You were completely utterly lost. Who was the woman with the dark circles under her eyes calling herself Shoko? Why was she gripping your hand like her entire world was ending? You knew your own name y/n echoed clearly in the empty caverns of your mind, but beyond that single fact, there was only a vast, terrifying void. You understood the modern world. you knew what a smartphone was, you recognized the concept of Wi-Fi, and when you mumbled those details, the doctors in the room let out collective, gasping sighs of relief.
But the real shock came twenty minutes later.
The heavy door to the hospital room burst open with a violent slam. A man lunged inside like a madman, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. You had never seen anyone look like him. His hair was a soft, striking shade of pastel pink so pretty and unexpected that you wondered for a fleeting second if he had dyed it just to stand out. Dark, intricate tattoos mapped across his skin, curling around his sharp cheekbones and framing his eyes. And those eyes... they were a piercing, burning red, swirling with a volatile mixture of terrifying rage and profound, shattering sadness.
You just sat there in your oversized, faded blue hospital gown, looking small and fragile as your confused gaze met his. The man froze, roughly brushing a strand of pink hair out of his face. His clothes were covered in a layer of grey dust and dried grit, looking as though he had sprinted straight off a construction site the second he got the news.
"Fucking... God. Hey, princess... fuck, don't you ever scare me like that again" he breathed, his deep, gravelly voice cracking as he took two massive strides toward your bedside, staring down at you with a desperation that made the air feel heavy.
You shrank back into the pillows, your brow furrowing. Princess? Were you in some bizarre historical simulation? Did kings and horses still exist? No, the blinking medical monitors around you disproved that immediately.
"Mr. Sukuna, please. I need to speak with you in private for a moment" a woman in her mid forties interrupted, her expression incredibly grave as she stepped between you and the huge man. She glanced at the other people lingering by the door. There was a teenage boy, maybe sixteen, who had the exact same pink hair as the tattooed man, his face streaked with tears. Beside him stood another boy with unruly, spiky black hair and a dull, stoic expression that couldn't quite hide the anxiety in his eyes. At the doctor's quiet command, they all slowly filed out into the hallway.
Left alone for a moment, you stared at the stark white walls, the untouched glass of water on the bedside table, and the crushing, dull monotony of the room.
When the door clicked open again, the female physician returned, holding a thick medical chart. The tattooed man followed closely behind her. He tried to offer you a small, reassuring smile, but it looked incredibly strained on his rugged face. His crimson eyes locked onto you, tracking every breath you took as if you might literally vanish into thin air if he dared to look away for a single second.
"Hello, y/n. I am Dr. Jennifer" the woman said kindly, stepping up to the mattress. "Do you know why you were brought here today?"
You frowned, looking between her and the towering man. "No."
The syllable was short and hollow. Beside the doctor, Sukunaโs entire frame stiffened. His jaw clenched so hard a muscle feathered violently beneath his tattoos, his knuckles turning white as he balled his hands into fists.
"Right. But you do remember your name?" she pressed gently.
"Yes... y/n I am Y/N." you answered firmly. You knew the name belonged to you, even if the history attached to it was completely gone.
"And do you know where you are right now?"
"A hospital?"
"Correct" Dr. Jennifer nodded, opening the document in her hands. "Look, I am going to explain exactly what happened, and I need you to listen very carefully, alright?" You gave a small, hesitant nod. "You were in a severe accident yesterday evening. You were walking home from the local market when a car veered off the road and hit you. It is a miracle you walked away with minor physical injuries, but the trauma to your head has caused a severe case of retrograde amnesia. Honestly, it's a surprise you even remember your name right now."
You let out a quiet hum, your eyes drifting down to your own hands resting on the thin blanket. That was when you noticed it a slender, platinum band set with a brilliant, flawlessly cut diamond resting securely on your left ring finger. It looked incredibly expensive, classy, and entirely foreign
So you were married.
"Y/n" Dr. Jenniferโs voice pulled you from your thoughts. You snapped your head up to look at her. "This man standing beside me... he is your husband."
The doctor tilted her head toward the giant. He was massive easily over six feet of raw, intimidating muscle, his tattooed face giving him a terrifying, dangerous aura. Your very first instinctual thought was that this man looked incredibly scary.
Sukuna didn't say a word. He just stood there, letting you analyze him, before he offered you a tiny, incredibly vulnerable nod. You tilted your head, staring into his intense red eyes, desperately searching for a single spark of familiarity. Did I really marry this giant?
"His name is Ryomen Sukuna, and he is going to take care of you" the doctor continued, closing her chart. "For the next few weeks, you need to let your brain rest, but you also need to gently stimulate it to try and regain those lost memories. Spending time in a familiar environment, in your own home with your husband, is going to be the best medicine for you."
You nodded mutely. You didn't exactly have a choice. You were being handed over to a complete stranger who happened to hold a legal claim to your entire life.
"Alright then. I wish you a safe and speedy recovery" Dr. Jennifer said with a final, empathetic smile before slipping out of the room.
The heavy silence that followed was suffocating. Sukuna cleared his throat roughly, taking a few slow, tentative steps toward the edge of your bed. He moved with an immense amount of caution, as if he genuinely believed a sudden movement might break you into pieces. He pulled up the small plastic chair, sinking into it.
"Hey" he said softly. Even in a whisper, his voice was incredibly manly, deep, and rough.
"Hello" you replied shortly, your eyes tracking his hands.
To your surprise, his large, scarred fingers were trembling slightly as he fidgeted with them, refusing to meet your eyes. When he finally looked up, you realized the piercing red of his irises was completely glossy, swimming with unshed tears.
"Yo... you're getting discharged today" he choked out, taking a deep, ragged breath as if the mere act of speaking was causing him physical pain. "I'm going to go sign the paperwork, and then I'm taking you to... our house. I'm going to do whatever the fuck it takes to help you remember, princess."
You stared at his rugged, tattooed face for a long moment before letting out a soft, distant hum.
An hour later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of a sleek, black Jeep, The man Sukuna kept his left hand firmly on the steering wheel while his eyes flicked toward you every sixty seconds, his intense gaze making a nervous flutter erupt in your stomach.
You stared out the window, watching the city buildings, sprawling neighborhoods, and vibrant green trees blur past. Intrigued by the warm breeze, you raised your hand, pressing your palm gently against the glass as if you wanted to touch the passing leaves. Instantly, the window smoothly rolled down. Startled, you turned your head to find Sukuna adjusting the master controls, his eyes locked onto you with an unreadable warmth.
"Can I ask you something-" you murmured softly.
"Yes." The answer came incredibly fast, almost desperate. He was hanging on your every word, practically begging for you to speak to him.
"How... how did we meet?" you asked, leaning your elbow on the door frame as the wind whipped through your hair.
"We met in high school" he answered quickly, navigating a sharp turn onto a quiet, "We've been married for seven years."
"High school?" You tilted your head, a faint smile touching your lips as you extended your hand just slightly out into the rushing air. "Were we friends back then?"
"Careful" he commanded firmly, though there was no real heat in his voice. You obediently pulled your hand back inside. A faint, nostalgic softness crept into his red eyes as he looked ahead. "Friends? no. You could say we didn't liked eachother each other when we first met. You thought I was a loud, arrogant mannerless jerk and I thought you were a stubborn, bossy brat."
He smoothly pulled the Jeep into a long brick driveway, coming to a stop in front of a breathtaking, modern two story house. It was painted a crisp, elegant white with sleek charcoal-grey accents, boasting massive, floor to ceiling windows that caught the afternoon sun.
"This is...our house" Sukuna murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "We've been living here for about four years."
He killed the engine, threw his door open, and practically sprinted around the hood of the car to open your door before you could even reach for the handle. He extended a massive, tattooed hand toward you, his palm open and waiting. You stared at his hand, your eyes traveling up the thick muscles of his forearm, before you deliberately stepped down onto the driveway without taking it.
Sukunaโs hand froze in mid-air. You watched his fingers slowly curl back into a fist before he pulled his arm away, a flash of pure, agonizing heartbreak crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a stoic expression.
As your feet hit the pavement, you looked up at the towering structure, desperately begging your brain to spark even a single ounce of familiarity. Nothing came. But as you turned around, you caught a glimpse of the man standing beside you. He was on the absolute verge of tears. His chest was tight, his jaw locked as he stared at you. You were his entire world, his beautiful wife, and yet you were looking at him like he was a total stranger. He suddenly felt a wave of profound hatred for every single time he had ever been mean or stubborn with you in the past, even in jest. He just wanted his girl back. His sweet innocent girl.
"The house is beautiful" you murmured gently, walking toward the porch.
'The house.' Not our house. The detached wording made Sukunaโs jaw clench painfully.
"Of course it is. I built the damn thing" he muttered, following closely behind you.
It was your exact dream house. Years ago, back when you were just broke college students dating in a cramped apartment, you had traced a clumsy design on a napkin, telling him you wanted a modern white house with endless windows, three bedrooms, and a kitchen large enough for the two of you to bake and slow-dance together while listening to old jazz records. Sukuna had kept that napkin. The moment he made his fortune, he hired a crew but did the vast majority of the heavy structural work with his own two hands. He had gifted you the keys on your third wedding anniversary, and he could still vividly remember the way you had wept tears of joy, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him until you were both breathless. He wanted that smile back. He would give anything just to have you look at him the way you used to.
You stepped inside, ignoring the heavy emotion rolling off him. Sukuna quickly gathered your small hospital bags and followed you into the foyer, shutting the door behind him.
Your eyes immediately gravitated toward the kitchen. It was vast, open, and undeniably stunning, featuring a massive quartz island and a huge sliding glass door that opened directly into a manicured backyard garden. The entire layout felt strangely perfect.
"Let me show you... around" Sukuna offered quietly.
He spent the next half hour guiding you through the corridors of what was supposed to be your life. But as he showed you the grand master bedroompointing out the side of the bed where you used to curl into his chest every single night your face remained entirely blank. You felt a twinge of heavy guilt pooling in your stomach. He showed you the living room, drawing your attention to a collection of large, breathtaking canvas paintings hanging on the walls.
"You painted those" Sukuna noted, a faint trace of pride in his rough voice. "You're a brilliant artist, princess."
You blinked in genuine surprise, looking down at your hands. "I drew these?" You were suprised, you don't even remember touching a brush in your life. But this is your new life. New start.
"Yeah." Sukuna stopped at the edge of the hallway, looking down at you with completely bloodshot eyes. He hadn't slept a single second since the hospital called him about your accident. All he wanted to do was wrap his massive arms around your waist, pull you flush against his chest, and bury his face in your hair until the nightmare ended. But he couldn't. "Look... you can sleep in the guest bedroom down the hall, or you can take our bedroom and I'll stay in the guest room. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable you."
"Okay" you hummed softly.
His heart broke a little more at the compliant, distant tone. "I'll go start on some dinner, and then I'll get your medication ready. If you need a single damn thing, you just call out for me, alright? Your clothes are all in the dresser, undergarments in the top drawer, pajamas in the second..."
You nodded, offering him a polite murmur of thanks before retreating into the guest room. You changed into a simple, comfortable t-shirt and sweats. A little while later, his deep voice echoed up the stairs, announcing that dinner was ready. You walked down to the dining room, sitting at the large table like a polite houseguest waiting to be served.
"Do you need help?" Sukuna asked, carefully sliding a steaming bowl of homemade chicken soup and a large spoon toward you. You shook your head, grasping the utensil and taking a quiet sip. He sat across from you, his own bowl entirely untouched as he just stared at your face. "Y/n... you really don't remember a single damn thing about me?"
His voice cracked completely on the last word, the raw vulnerability of a ruthless man exposed right in front of you. You looked up, meeting his glossy red eyes.
"No... I don't. I'm really sorry" you whispered genuinely.
He let out a slow nod, swallowing the lump in his throat as he forced himself to look away. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault."
"Do I... do I have parents? Or friends?" you asked, a sudden curiosity about your own forgotten life bubbling up.
"Yeah. You have parents. Your fatherโ"
"Where are they?" you interrupted quickly, leaning forward. "Do they know I was in an accident? Why aren't they here?"
"They haven't spoken to you in over seven years. Not since the day you married me" Sukuna said, his tone dropping into something cold and bitter.
"Why?"
"Your family is rich as fuck. Extremely strict, arrogant aristocrats" Sukuna explained, his red eyes locking back onto yours. "They completely forbade you from seeing me because I was just a rough, tattooed bastard from the wrong side of the tracks with a criminal record and a unstable future. They told you that if you walked out that door with me, youโd be cut off permanently."
You stared at him, a sudden spark of heat flaring in your chest. "Well, that's so stupid of them. It sounds like a good thing we don't talk to them then."
The sheer, unyielding loyalty in your voice made Sukunaโs lips twitch, a genuine, heartbreaking smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. Even with a wiped memory, his sweet wife still possessed that exact same fiery, protective spirit.
"Yeah" he chuckled hoarsely, letting out a long sigh. "You have an incredible best friend named Shoko. You two are both doctors. you work in the exact same surgical unit at the city hospital. We have a ton of mutual friends we met back in our high school days. And those kids at the hospital? The pink-haired teenager is my nephew, Yuji, and the dark-haired one is Megumi, our friend's kid. They practically worship the ground you walk on, princess. You love those brats to death."
"Can I see them?" you asked, a genuine smile finally breaking across your face.
"Of course. Whenever you want." he promised, his eyes tracking the way your lips curved.
Sukuna let out a sudden, rough snort, a wicked glint flashing in his eyes. "Old or not, woman... you're still completely breathtaking."
A deep, violent blush instantly stained your cheeks. You hadn't been around an attractive man or any man, for that matter in your conscious memory, and having this giant, dangerously handsome individual throw such a raw compliment at you made your heart do a chaotic somersault. You quickly looked down at your soup, missing the way his eyes softened at your reaction.
Over the next three weeks, the fragments of a life began to surround you, even if the puzzle pieces wouldn't quite lock into place.
Yuji and Megumi came over to the house constantly. Yuji spent hours enthusiastically teaching you how to make his signature protein shakes and weird jello molds, his loud laughter filling the quiet house, while Megumi sat nearby with his usual serious expression. But the moment you offered Megumi a soft, encouraging smile, his sharp features would instantly melt into something deeply tender. Yet, beneath their smiles, you could see the underlying sadness in their eyes every time you failed to remember a shared inside joke.
When Shoko finally visited, she broke down completely, throwing her arms around your neck and sobbing into your shoulder. It was a bizarre maybe stupid too, overwhelming feeling being fiercely loved by people you couldn't even remember and a heavy weight of guilt began to settle deep in your chest. You even met Toji, Megumi's father, a tall, stoic man who didn't say much but looked at you with a quiet, profound pity that made you realize just how broken your situation truly was.
And then, there was Sukuna.
Your husband spent every single day patiently guiding you through your routines, driving you past your old university, cooking your favorite meals, and trying every gentle trigger possible. But your mind remained a stubborn, locked vault. Sukuna was growing desperate furious and completely fucked up by the stagnation.
To make matters worse, just one week before the accident, you had playfully taken down every single one of your framed marriage photographs to rearrange the living room gallery wall, hiding them away in a "genius spot" that Sukuna had completely forgotten more like you didn't even told him. He had spent hours frantically tearing the house apart while you were out, searching for a single modern photo of the two of you together.
He was completely unraveling. He couldn't sleep. The woman he loved was sleeping in the room next to him, yet she looked at him with the polite, distant eyes of a stranger. He felt like a ghost haunting his own home. One evening, he sat alone in the dark kitchen and wept the third time he had ever cried in his entire life. The first had been tears of pure joy on your wedding day when he saw you walking the aisle. the second had been out of terror when the ER doctor told him a car had struck you. and now, he was crying simply because he missed his wife so damn much
His phone offered no help either. his gallery was filled entirely with candid photos he had taken of you you stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your head, you laughing in a department store dressing room, or a hilarious picture of you biting into a raw lemon and making a completely disgusted face. He had no photos of the two of you together on his device, you had always been the one insisted on keeping the physical, printed albums. The only joint photos he could find were a few faded, wrinkled prints from your high school days, showing a younger, wilder version of himself wrapping his arms around you from behind while you laughed into the camera. When he showed them to you, you just stared at them blankly. It was killing him.
At the end of the third week, Sukuna was sitting heavily on the living room sofa, completely exhausted after another failed search through the house. He was mindlessly scrolling through the candid photos of you on his phone, a faint, melancholy smile touching his lips. His fingers traced your face on the photo, your bright smile. your bubbly laughter at his most unfunniset jokes, now all of that are vanished.
The heavy front door clicked open. Shoko had taken you out for an afternoon of shopping to get you out of the house, and she had just dropped you off at the curb. You stepped into the foyer, balancing several shopping bags in your arms.
Sukuna instantly locked his phone, shoving it into his pocket as he stood up, his red eyes drinking in the sight of you. "Had fun, princess?"
"Yes, I did. And thank you... for letting me use your credit card" you said softly, walking over to the coffee table and gently sliding the black card back toward him.
"You bought dresses?" he asked, pointing toward the bags. Honestly, he didn't give a single fuck about the money. you could have emptied his entire bank account and he would have gladly signed it away just to see you happy.
"I bought a few things..." You cleared your throat nervously, your fingers twisting together. "But... I actually bought something for you, too."
The words hit his chest like a physical blow. Even with her mind completely wiped, your beautiful, kind soul was still looking out for him. "Really?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Can I see it?"
You gave a small nod, walking over to the couch and tentatively sitting down right next to him. The close proximity made his heart start to hammer against his ribs like a trapped bird.
"I don't know if it's really your style, or if you'll even like it..." you mumbled bashfully, reaching into a small velvet pouch and pulling out a heavy, intricately braided silver bracelet studded with raw, brilliant red stones. "The color... it just immediately reminded me of you. Of your eyes."
You gently reached out, grasping his massive, calloused wrist to drape the metal over his skin. Oh God, if you only knew how fast his heart was racing beneath his chest. Your soft, warm fingers lingering against his pulse point was pure, exquisite torture.
"It looks incredible, Y/n. Thank you." he whispered, a genuine, breathtakingly soft smile spreading across his tattooed face as he looked down at the crimson stones.
"Thank you... for being so incredibly patient with me" you said quietly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Sukuna let out a long, ragged sigh, his hand hovering over yours for a fraction of a second before he pulled back. "I will always be patient with you, princess. Always."
You looked directly into his burning red eyes, and for the first time in three weeks, a warm, genuine smile broke across your face. Sukuna felt his breath hitch. he was entirely certain he was about to pass out from the sheer weight of his love for you.
"Can you stay right here for a bit? I need to go jump in the shower real quick. I'll be fast" he muttered hoarsely, his hand instinctively reaching out to gently ruffle your hair a comforting, domestic habit he had carefully maintained. You let out a soft chuckle at the gesture.
The moment his heavy footsteps disappeared up the stairs and the sound of running water echoed through the pipes, you stood up, wandering aimlessly around the quiet main floor. Your feet pulled you toward the small, cozy library nestled just off the living room. The walls were lined with hundreds of books some ancient leather volumes, others modern art textbooks. You pulled one off the shelf, flipping through the pages before sliding it back into place.
As you stepped back, your eyes caught a glimpse of something hidden on the absolute highest shelf, shoved far back into the shadows near the ceiling. It looked like a massive, heavy frame leaning flat against the back wall, obscured by a decorative ceramic vase. Intrigued, you stood on your tiptoes, stretching your arms up as high as they could go, blindly reaching for the top edge of the wooden frame.
Your fingers caught the molding, but as you pulled, the heavy ceramic vase shifted, losing its balance.
Crash!
The vase shattered against the hardwood floor with a deafening, echoing smash. Startled, you let out a sharp cry, stumbling backward as the massive hidden frame came tumbling down from the top shelf, striking the edge of the desk before landing flat on the rug. The backing of the frame split completely open upon impact, and a massive cascade of loose, glossy photographs erupted across the floor hundreds of them, scattering like playing cards across the room.
You gasped, placing a hand over your racing heart as you looked away from the broken pottery, your eyes drifting down to the sea of images covering the floor.
You froze.
Right at your feet lay a massive, professionally printed portrait. In the photograph, you were sitting securely on Sukuna's lap. You were wearing a breathtaking, flowing white lace wedding dress, holding a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers, and laughing so brightly your eyes were crinkled shut. Sukuna was clad in a sharp, tailored black tuxedo, his massive arms wrapped fiercely around your waist from behind, an absolutely massive, unbothered, triumphant grin plastered across his face.
Your breath hitched violently. You stumbled forward, falling to your knees as your hands frantically snatched up another photo from the pile. In this one, you were hoisted high up on Sukuna's broad shoulders at a crowded, flashing outdoor music festival; your mouth was wide open in a breathless scream of laughter, while his large hands were clamped firmly around your thighs to keep you safe, both of your faces painted with pure, unadulterated euphoria.
You grabbed a third photo, and the entire world stopped spinning. It was a quiet, intimate shot taken right in the backyard garden outside. You were sitting cross-legged on the green grass, wearing a simple summer dress with a soft, shy smile, while Sukunaโs heavy head was resting completely in your lap. He was looking up at you with an expression of such pure, unconditional adoration it made your soul ache, while your fingers were woven gently through his soft pink hair.
Pink hair.
The backyard.
The jazz music.
The napkin.
A sudden, violent explosion of memories ripped through the barriers of your mind. It wasn't a trickle; it was a catastrophic, roaring tidal wave. Seven years of laughter, fierce arguments, passionate late-night apologies, the smell of his skin, the exact weight of his body pressing you into the master mattress, the sound of his deep voice whispering "I've got you, princess" into the dark. It all hit your brain at once with the force of a freight train.
The sheer, overwhelming velocity of the memories made the room spin violently. Your vision blurred into a vortex of white light and crimson eyes. You let out a choked gasp, your strength entirely giving out as your body collapsed sideways onto the hardwood floor with a loud, heavy thud, the scattered photographs of your life pooling around your unconscious form.
When you finally opened your eyes again, the harsh glare of the ceiling lights was gone, replaced by the warm, dim ambiance of the living room. You were laying flat on the soft fabric of the sofa.
"She's waking up! Sukuna, look, her eyes are moving!" Yujiโs panicked, loud voice cut through the quiet room.
You blinked heavily, your vision slowly focusing. Megumi was standing right beside his cousin, his dark eyes wide and completely swimming with anxiety. Shoko was hovering over you, a small medical flashlight in her hand, her face pale as she checked your vitals.
But your heart didn't care about any of them. Your eyes frantically scanned the tight circle of people, instantly landing on the massive, tattooed man standing frozen at the foot of the couch. His pastel pink hair was damp from the shower, his chest heaving under a plain black t-shirt, and his face was a mask of pure, absolute terror.
As your eyes met his, a single, heavy tear spilled over your eyelid, tracing a hot path down your cheek. The vast, terrifying void in your mind was completely gone, replaced by the roaring, beautiful fire of your reality.
"Ryo..." you choked out, your voice a broken, breathless sob.
Sukuna froze, his entire frame visibly violently shuddering at the sound of the nickname the private, intimate name only you were ever allowed to call him.
Before anyone else could even blink, you threw yourself forward off the sofa cushions, completely ignoring the dull ache in your muscles. You lunged straight into his space, your arms wrapping fiercely around his massive neck. You buried your face in the crook of his collarbone, gripping the fabric of his shirt with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity as you pressed a hard, crying kiss directly against his tattooed jaw.
"I remember... us" you sobbed violently into his skin, your entire body trembling as the tears flowed freely. "I remember everything, Ryo... I remember you."
Sukunaโs mind completely blanked. For a single, breathless second, he couldn't even process the words. And then, a raw, ragged sound escaped his throat a mixture of a sob and a laugh. His massive, powerful arms came crashing down around your frame, pulling you so close against his chest you could barely breathe, lifting your knees entirely off the floor as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
And there, in the middle of his living room, surrounded by his family and the scattered photographs of your love, Ryomen Sukuna closed his eyes and wept for the fourth time in his life.
"I fucking love you" he whispers
(not me me writing all night just for 36 like and one reblog๐ฃ๐๐พ)
Headcanon that when someone gets injured during a fight, (the clearly underaged) Robin at the time sometimes run into the nearest convenience store and buys vodka to clean the wound~
Imagine.......When Dick is Robin, he gets into a fight with a group of gangsters, and a civilian gets injured. Panicking, Dick runs into the nearest convenience store, looking for something to clean the wound with. Naturally, the workers are very confused as to why a little boy in a brightly coloured costume is attempting to buy a bottle of vodka. They eventually sell it to him on the grounds of "Batman would probably beat us into a pulp if we said no."
Over the years, this happens several more times, even continuing whenever there's a new Robin. Convenience store workers in Gotham have gotten so used to brightly coloured children coming in and purchasing alcohol that when a new person starts working at one of the stores, no one even thinks to explain what the hell is going on.
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Store Manager: โand last but not least, remember to ask for an ID before selling alcohol to anyone who might be underage.
New Employee: understood.
Robin: *enters, in full costume and covered in blood. walks to the back on the store, before returning and placing a bottle of vodka on the counter with a thud*
Store Manager: *immediately begins ringing him up*
Store Manager, smiling: that'll be $20.
Robin: *hands over the money and leaves with his bottle of vodka*
New Employee: ...
New Employee: ......
New Employee: ........that was a child. That was a child in a Halloween costume. You just sold alcohol to a child in a Halloween costume.
Store Manager: oh yeah, that's Robin. We don't actually know how old he is.
โ Bruce Wayne never expected to discover that his son was dating someone at one of his soccer games.
!!: fluff. 1.6k words. smitten!Damian. gn!reader but written with a fem! in mind. stablished relationship. aged up Damian. Not proofread. English is not my first language.
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The day you discovered Damian Wayne knew how to play soccer you never stopped insisting until he joined the universityโs team.
He would often say that he didn't have time to play soccer with all the study you guys had to do. But you knew your boyfriends better than anyone, and he could be studying three different, very difficult, degrees at the same time and still have enough free time to play with a ball.
Damian quickly became an important player in the team, the striker. Most of the goals the team had scored this season and the last were thanks to Damian, and you were always there, like a lucky charm.ย
It was almost like you had an assigned seat on the bleachers now, the perfect place to see the game and admire your boyfriend. Damian already knew where to find you among the people.ย
However, that seat wasnโt always free. If you arrived later than usual there was a good chance that someone else had already taken it, forcing you to look for another place. Like today, for example.
When you saw the final exam schedule and realized that one of your exams clashed with the university team's most important football match, you felt like dying. You'd become a huge football fan thanks to Damian, and you loved supporting him by attending all his games. And this one, being the most important and coinciding with an exam, drove you crazy.
While your exam was halfway done, you could see from the window how the players had already appeared on the field, meaning that the match was about to start, and you werenโt there.
You had told Damian, he understood, of course, but he was missing you. Standing on the field, next to his teammates, waiting for the game to start and not having you on the bleachers made him nervous, and he was never nervous when it came to soccer, but he missed his lucky charm.
You finished your exam as quickly as possible, and the teacher almost laughed when she saw how fast you gathered your things and bolted through the classroom door.ย
When you arrived to the field the bleachers were packed with people. Almost every student of the university was there, and almost every teacher too. You knew the people from Gotham university were passionate about their soccer.ย
You couldnโt find a seat, everything was occupied, so you settled with standing on the top part of the bleachers. You didnโt pay attention to who was standing next to you, when the game was on your eyes were only focused on Damian, who was now running with the ball to score their teamโs second goal of the game.ย
โGOOOAL!!โ The bleachers erupted with joy. People standing up, clapping, shouting, hugging.
2-0. Gotham University on the lead.
You were celebrating too. Clapping and shouting like the rest of the people.
Damian, while he was being congratulated by his teammates, raised his head to search for you on the bleachers.ย
He had a proud smile on his face from the goal, that softened when he finally spotted you on the very top part of the stands. However, his smile disappeared when he noticed his father standing right next to you.
His father, Bruce Wayne, who didnโt know Damian was in a very happy relationship with you, his classmate. A relationship that had turned a year old last week.ย
You were standing next to him.ย
Damianโs mind started filling with questions. Had you introduced yourself to Bruce? Was his father going to scold him from keeping you a secret? Were you going to kill him for not telling his father about you?
But the game wasnโt even halfway done and he needed to concentrate.ย
By the end of the game the score was 4-4. While Gotham University had gotten the lead at the very start, they had lost a player due to a red card, and the other team had managed to equal the score.ย
However, as it was the last match of the season, they had to break the tie in a penalty shootout. It was their last resort after extra time had already been played.
The penalties were tough. Gotham University didn't miss any, but the other team missed one, saved by Gothamโsย goalkeeper. Now everything depended on Damian. If he scored that penalty, Gotham University would be crowned champions.
The stands were tense. The ones supporting Gotham university were holding their breaths, while the people supporting the other team were praying for Damian to miss. But Damian never missed. Because he was that good, and because you were there.
โHeโs not going to miss." The man next to you said when he saw how tense you were. Your nails were digging into your hands.
โOh, I know, heโs really good, it's just that I get nervous every time.โ You let out a nervous laugh.
โHave you been to any other game?โ The man asked. Damia started moving away from the ball to get a running start.
โTo every single one, I often sit there,โ You pointed to your usual seat, which was now occupied by a girl. โGotta support my boyfriend.โ
He nodded and you glanced at him, but not closely enough to recognize him.
โHave you ever come to a game before, or is this your first? I think I havenโt seen you here beforeโ You asked, looking back to the field.
โThis is the first one Iโve been to since my son joined the universityโs team.โ
โWhoโs your son?โ You asked.
You knew everyone on the team, most of them from the afterparties of every match. Some of the boys were nice, the others were assholes.ย
โNumber nine, Damian.โ He answered and your entire body froze.
You didn't even react when Damian scored the penalty. You clapped slowly as the stands on the Gotham University side erupted in celebration of their immediate victory.
Now you noticed the resemblance: the man had the same eyebrows as Damian, and it was clear you were related. The man in front of you was none other than Bruce Wayne, your boyfriend's father. And since you hadn't introduced yourself, he was going to think you were rude.
So you did what seemed best: you ran. You left the stands as fast as you could and went to find Damian.
And there he was, in the middle of the field, holding the trophy, surrounded by his teammates singing a silly song they'd made up in the locker room before the game to celebrate the victory.
When he saw you approaching, he broke away from the group and walked toward you. You had a proud smile on your face that would take a while to fade. Damian was smiling too.
With the trophy in his left hand, he used his right to take you by the waist and pull you toward him.
โCongratulations, my love.โ You smiled, wrapped your arms around his neck, not even caring of how sweaty he was, and kissed him.
He melted into the kiss, savoring the victory and the feeling of having you with him. For Damian the post-game kiss was far better than any trophy.ย
โHow did your exam go, Beloved?โ He asked when you pulled away.ย
โI did it as best and as fast as I could.โ You answered.ย
He hummed and gave you a sweet but short kiss on your neck.ย
Bruce, who had come down the bleachers to congratulate his son, had seen the whole interaction between you and Damian.ย
He had waited for you to have your romantic moment, but seeing how strangely in love Damian looked, he realized that if he didn't make his presence noticeable then you two could go on like this forever. And Bruce wanted answers.
He cleared his throat. This made Damian look up, seeing his father standing a few feet away from you two.
โFather.โ
โYou played wonderfully today, Damian, congratulations!โ Bruce said, approaching with a proud and happy smile. โNow, would you mind explaining?โ
Your cheeks were flushed, and you lowered your gaze, avoiding Bruceโs. Damian looked at his father and then at you. โThanks, Father, but it was an easy game.โ
Bruce stayed quiet, waiting for his son to start explaining about his secret relationship.ย
โI think you two have already met.โ Damian said, remembering you had been standing next to his father during the game.
โIndeed.โ Bruce nodded.
โWeโre a couple. Weโve been together for a year.โ
Bruce would be lying if he said it didnโt hurt to discover his youngest son had been dating someone for a year without telling him. He expected something like that from Jason, but not Damian.
โWell then, Itโs a pleasure to finally meet youโฆโ Bruce extended his hand for you to take.ย
You told him your name and shook his hand shyly. โThe pleasure is all mine, Mr. Wayne.โ
โI donโt want to bother you two, Iโll be going now. Congratulations son, Iโm proud of you.โ Bruce smiled at Damian and patted him on the shoulder. But, before leaving he turned to you. โWeโll be expecting you next week for dinner.โ
Once Bruce had left, Damian rolled his eyes. โGreat, now youโll have to meet the entire family.โ The sarcasm in his voice was sharp.
You let out a sweet giggle and kissed him on the cheek. โ Donโt be dramatic, It canโt be that bad.โ
You really didn't know what you were getting yourself into. But you loved Damian, and if dating him meant dealing with a strange family, a single billionaire father, and lots of siblings, then so be it.
๐เง Kenma absolutely hates public display of affection. Which is why Kuroo and his girlfriend are getting on his last nerves... But can a kiss between you change his mind?
wc: 2.5k
Tags: fem!reader x timeskip!Kenma, college au
cw: making out, very suggestive language
a/n: there isn't explicit smut in this, but I wanted to incorporate 18+ just in case as there is very suggestive thoughts and ideas between characters!
โ all images are found off of pinterest! I do not own them. (credit to @/Freaka_LoonyZ for the middle picture!)
Kenma was a game addict; that everyone knew. Heโd find ways to skip practice, use less exertion during games just to conserve more energy for when he got home โ that way he could spend the rest of his hours online aloneโฆ without getting exhausted. Most of the time it was first-person shooters, strategy games, anything that allowed him to use his brain more than his body. And he liked that โ figuring opponents out, finding loopholes in peopleโs minds that allowed for sudden victories. Winning meant he was smarter. So what if his teammates sucked?ย
Which was exactly why tonight was vexing him so badly. โYou guys are disgusting. Yโknow that, right?โย
Kuroo remained impassive towards Kenmaโs outburst, too busy kissing his girlfriend for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour. God, it wasnโt even normal kissing anymore. Because by the time the thirtieth press to his lips had been managed, their bodies had become entangled, tongues practically licking each otherโs organs.
Honestly, the entire reason the four of you had even gathered at Kenmaโs apartment in the first place was for gaming. Kuroo, like always, had managed to irritate Kozume for days, twisting some farfetched tale that his newfound fling had wanted to try fps. So, he agreed to show her the ropes. That was until Kuroo placed his fucking hands on her hips, guiding her ass into his crotch until both of their eyesights couldnโt fixate on anything but each otherโs skin.ย
Which unfortunately left you and Kenma alone with a story game youโd convinced him to try. At first, it was exactly what he expected โ exactly like you explained: long, choice driven, full of tension and consequences that followed the same notion of a butterfly effect. It was as though one wrong move, one missed clue, and a character died. There were no second chances. No sense of safety when making such impactful verdicts; all the storyline did with your opinions was shift the outcomes, forcing a new wave of obstacles that only hastened anxiety.ย
Such an odd game of choiceโฆ though, it did surprisingly keep his attention away from the two imbeciles mouth fucking on the floor. So, that was a win.
Well, until the romance came. The sappy moments between fictional characters that overrode any achievement the two of you had accomplished. You managed to escape a monster? Eh, anyone could do that. You became mayor of the town and saved at least half the population due to your studious objectives? So what.
It was like the hours worth of dialogue options, the tiny decisions that somehow affected communities and personal growth didnโt matter. For fuckโs sake the main character nearly died three separate times and still the game wanted them to care more about whether they held someoneโs hand at an opportune time.
It was like he was surrounded by unfettered lust; both the game and Kuroo made him miserable. There was no escape from such coitous actions; writer ploys, hormonesโฆ affection was everywhere. Couldnโt horror and mystery just rest on unsolved enigmas? Sure, Kozume could swallow Tetsuro ruining his floor with sweat, but a game built on strategy and decisionsโฆ that felt almost churlish.ย ย
Yet, still, here he was โ letting the two of you play through such a dumbfounded game, allowing your body to position itself near the edge of the bed with his controller in hand. Kenma leaned against the headboard beside you, eyes fixed on the cutscene unfolded on the screen. And finally, after what felt like fucking forever, the main character sealed their choice of love with a makeout session.ย
Kenma rolled his eyes, puffed out cheek rested atop the grooves of his fist. I mean, cโmon, who would even fall for that? Probably an idiot โ his eyes followed upwards, the glimpse of your kicked feet glinting in the corner of his eyes. โFinally,โ you groaned. โThat took, like, two hours of decisions just to get to this point.โ
He couldnโt believe it. You had seriously based the majority of your decisions to get to this point? A mundane scripted sequence that only blasted shitty music to get an emotional rise. And their tonguesโฆ gross โ all tangled together like they couldnโt function without devouring each otherโs insides.ย
Stupid storytelling.ย
โWhat happened?โ Kuroo poked his head from above, his girlfriend whimpering softly from the lack of attention she inadvertently received (so fucking abhorrent โ he better dump her asap). โWait. I thought we wanted Mira to end up with Asher.โ
โThat was before we found out he spread the rumors about Maeve.โ Kenma affirmed. โSo our decisions have been pinpointed on Kole since then,โ his eyes glazed over his friend's enmeshed body. Idiot. โYouโd know that if you paid attention.โ
Kuroo furrowed his brows, palmed hands braced on either side of his lover's head while his eyes lowered at the frustrated setter. โWell sorry that Iโm entertained over here.โ
โI hope you get mono.โย
You snorted at Kenmaโs declared medical curse, the sound quickly joined by Tetsuroโs girlfriend. And if on cue, she peered her head just below the captain, irises fixed on Kozumeโs exasperated glare. Yeah, he was definitely not letting her come back. Still, she seemed oblivious to the setter's attempts to cut their intimacy off, pressing her lips against Kurooโs which earned a short grunt from the depths of his throat.
Kenma was fucking baffled. I mean, what was so pleasurable about kissing anyway? It was just two people pressing skin against skin. There was no way it felt good (if you get his gist). Yet, here his friend was, acting like his life depended on such foolish acts.ย
โIf you keep staring like that, youโre gonna come off as a prude.โ Kozume pushed his exasperated expression towards you. โDonโt get mad at me! Just sayingโฆโ
โI donโt get it.โ Kenma grumbled, layered hair pushed back to take another look at the two bodies in constant movement. โWhy do they have to keep kissing?โ
โBecause itโs cute.โ
Cute? What part of it was cute? From the outside it looked like they were about to eat each otherโs skin. โItโs disgusting.โ
โJealousy doesnโt suit you Kenma, itโsโโ Kuroo was cut off by faint vibrations, a sound trickling near the middle of his girlfriend's shorts. โBabeโฆ is that your vibrator?โย
Okay. That crossed a line. Even your cheeks heated at that comment; something Kenma awkwardly took notice of. โOh,โ she said casually, reaching deep into her pocket. โItโs my roommate. She texted that she needs me.โย
The tension dispersed after that resolute; soft chuckles and relaxed postures echoing across the room. Even Kenma visibly eased, a quiet and relieved sound murmured under his breath โ a string of thank yous uttered to the universe.
Kurooโs girlfriend didnโt seem to mind the thirty seconds of embarrassment however, already stepping back toward the door while Tetsuro followed behind her with exaggerated reluctance, still complaining the entire way like he hadnโt just spent the last four hours attached to her face. And when the front door clicked not even ten minutes later, Kuroo stumbled in like heโd been personally betrayed by every higher being for getting cock blocked.ย
Little did he know his anger shouldโve been directed towards her roommates' need for support. Thatโs what he gets for dating a freshman.ย
โYou still up for the game?โ you asked.
But Kuroo didnโt respond properly. Instead, he made it exactly three steps into the room before collapsing face-first onto Kenmaโs air mattress with a dramatic groan. โIโm emotionally drained,โ he declared. And within seconds, his voice softened into something incoherent, phone slipping from his hand as his breathing evened out. โDonโt do anythingโฆ funโฆ without meโฆโ he mumbled, already half-asleep โ just like that, he was out cold, sprawled across the blankets like the sole reason to be at Kenmaโs was just to face fuck his girlfriend.
โI hate her.โย
Your palms pressed against the bed, pushing your torso sideways to get a better look at the setter next to you. His brow was raised, the edge of his lip downturned in pure repulse to the memories of displayed intimacy. โHuh. If I didn't know better, I take it you havenโt kissed anyone, Kozume.โย
โHuh?โ His cheeks seared with red; something he tried, and failed, to hide with his hair. โThatโsโฆ not the reason why. Besides, Iโve kissed someone before.โ The ends of his fingers pulled at the drawstring of his hoodie, fabric pooling around his wrists due to your blatant declaration. Kenma wasnโt embarrassed about his inexperience, that much was certain. But for you to just expose his personal informationโฆ like it was normal? Now that โ that made him retreat.
โOnly one?โ
Kenmaโs eyes narrowed immediately. โStop acting like itโs odd or something.โย
โItโs not odd,โ you added quickly. โItโs justโฆ Kuroo, as uh we can see, is like always tongue deep in his girlfriend. I just thought maybeโฆโ Your face warped promptly at your own thoughts. โOkay, donโt laugh. Just hear me out.โ Kenma disregarded your comment entirely, chuckling lightly at the way your ears turned a soft shade of pink. โI just mean โ he obviously thinks it's incredible. So I figured maybe he wouldโve, I donโt know, dragged you onto a double date or tried getting you to kiss someone too.โย
โI would die if he did that.โ
Yeah, honestly, it was a stupid notion. There was no way in hell Kozume would ever follow Kuroo's egregious plans. For fuckโs sake it took you months just to get him to talk to you in English class. Let alone sit near you. โLook, all Iโm saying is if you kiss someone youโre close to, youโll probably understand why Kuroo canโt stop putting his lips on another girl. You canโt disregard the whole making out just cause your first kiss sucked.โย
Kenma stared at you from beside the headboard, fingers still curled loosely around his hoodie strings. โUh, and who would that be?โ The room fell silent after that; the only noise coming from the forgotten game in the background, the characters voices incoherently reiterating the coded dialogue the developers inputted. And of course, Kurooโs snores. โDo you have someone in mind?โย
Fuck. Now it was your turn to hide โ head pushed to the right to keep your eyes peeled awayย from the setter. Originally, there was no intention behind your comment. The declaration purely based on the notion of an unknown female. But you had to admit, it did sound like you meant yourself. And really, the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. If Kenma were to have a better kiss, the most plausible outcome would be with someone he knew. Someone he was comfortable with. โWhy donโt you,โ you paused, left hand coming up to press against your cheek. โKiss me.โ
โOh.โ His torso leaned forward, head tilted and hung low as he eyed your tense posture. โOkay.โย
Really, it was that easy?
Okay, no, this is good โ youโll just take the kissโฆ slow. You heaved your body upwards, feet tucked beneath you as you scooted closer to Kozume, the boy whose hips still slouched against the headboard as he watched with cautious eyes. And for a second, neither of you moved. The two of you just stared, fixated on each other as if this was some ridiculous side quest triggered by a stupid captain who couldnโt keep his mouth off his own girlfriend.ย ย
But youโd be damned if you backed out now; especially with the way his attention had drawn on you, like the entire concept of affection had suddenly narrowed down to you specifically. And really, what kind of friend would you be if you didnโt let Kenma experience firsthand why people got so addicted to kissing in the first place? So, despite every echo of denial in your brain, you leaned forward, pressing the rounds of your lips against his.ย
Kenma stilled; his eyes wide and body trembled with nerves (or was it anticipation?). Either way, his eyes eventually shut, his movements promptly following suit of yours โ slow pace, no tongue. Just pure inexplicit intimacy.ย
And for a while, just your mouths moved in tandem โ until Kenmaโs fingers innately sunk underneath the hem of your shirt, rough fingertips brushing against the skin of your waist. Honestly, he was better than you had imagined: His lips would consistently follow yours, head swiftly adjusting whenever you deemed it necessary to shift sides. Even his grip would unconsciously tighten when you moved away, hoodie sleeves bunched around his wrists while he tried tugging himself closer between every gasp for oxygen.
Really, you half expected the boy to deepen the kiss with the way he seemed so eagerโฆ until he pulled away, golden eyes peering at your flushed cheeks and pouted lips. Only, this Kozume seemed different than before. His pupils, which were now blown wide, looked almost half dazed, like his brain hadn't really caught up with what just ensued.ย
Huh, maybe he just isnโt a fan of kissing in general.ย
Nonetheless you still opened your mouth, prepared to ask the stunned setter if he could discern Kurooโs reasoning now for such a public display of affection. But Kenma didnโt wait for the words to leave your mouth. Instead, he kissed you again: This time needier, sloppier, as if something in him had finally clicked to the idea of how much a turn on lips could be. A soft sound escaped your throat when his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you forward until your legs slid across either side of his lap. The sudden closeness dragged a shaky breath from both of you, mouths parting briefly just to breathe before reconnecting again. Even his hips ground upwards, the pure feeling of ecstasy just from kissing now prevalent in his own sweatpants.ย
God, how did Kuroo do this everywhere? Did he truly have a boner each time and just hid it?ย
Your fingers instinctively twisted into the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his torso forward until he had no choice but to switch positions; his frame now towered above your sprawled out body. Still, Kozume wasted no time in pushing his pelvis back against yours, grinding in slow, deliberate circles until a string of groans vibrated against your lips.ย
Truthfully, it seemed as though the poor boy was utterly lost in bliss โ the very same feeling his friend had for the past four hours. And now? Now Kenma was pissed; because why the fuck wasnโt he having a makeout session for half the day?ย
But you didnโt mind the switch-up of your friend โ the way he pressed eagerly against your shorts. Nor did you mind the string of saliva sealed against your neck every time he became too overwhelmed with kissing โ the neurons of his brain not able to compute such a surge of hormones.
Frankly, Kenma was going to lose it. The way the hem of your underwear exposed itself from the constant tug and pull of his hips, the gasps you exuded from each push between your legsโฆ Yeah, he wanted this to go farther. Who cares if Kuroo was in the same room.ย
Honestly it was too bad girls didnโt just carry around their vibrator like Tetsuro assumedโฆ eh, he could always just use his controller.
No thoughts just Damian complaining about the chatter of guests at some event and wanting to go into a corner to play his game on his switch or something and Bruce is usually OK with that but he didn't bring any headphones so he calls the nearest Bat to bring some. Cue Tim who decides to be a shit, dropping off those cat ear headphones in blush pink and innocently stating that he had to borrow them from Cass. Damian doesn't take offense, "The pink will alert the surrounding people that I am not to be disturbed and cats have excellent hearing, do they not? These are adequate." So Damian wears them and then starts wearing they everywhere he doesn't want to be disturbed. And everyone assumes it's a sensory thing but he's in fact listening to a podcast about his favourite manga and it's all going well until Talia calls up Bruce and demands to know why he's attempting to replace her as Damian's mother? Bruce is confused because it's 9am in the morning and he's just woken up but Selina, who is next to him, takes the phone and tells Talia that since she took Jason that time, this is fucking payback. Cue the most peaceful war that either woman has ever been involved in, supplying the Bat Kids with LOA and cat related clothing.
all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again
The Red Hood gang being Invested in their bosses love life and general wellbeing is a trope that I will never tire of.
These hardened criminals are just so grateful for what Hood has done for them and for the alley that they all band together and decide that they must protect their crazy murderous emotional disaster of a boss at all costs, and I love that.
imagine yuji being your adorable boyfriend, but one day while you're fucking, sukuna takes over.....
yuji pins your thighs to your chest, thrusting in and out of you so quickly you almost cannot breathe. perverted plapping fills the room with yuji's cock filling you up again and again.
"a-ahh, y-yuji, nghh-"
"f-feels good, yeah? m'gonna, gonna m-make you cum."
he speeds up impossibly, bed rocking into the wall over and over again. your eyes roll back and you clutch his shoulders, crying out and moaning as he fucks you.
unbeknownst to you, yuji changes. his grip gets a little firmer, his thrusts grow slower and harder, and most clearly the black markings on his body seem to shift and grow. you open your eyes when he growls, gasping when you find out sukuna is now here instead.
you try to pull back, holding in your moans as sukuna fucks you less like an energetic puppy, and more like a man.
"w-wait, sukuna, no-"
"shush mortal, don't act like i haven't seen you like this before. now be still and let me finish the job."
you lay down again, breathing as deep as you can as sukuna fucks you deep. his hands hold your hips apart and his gaze is on your connection, focused on the strings of wetness between you and how your pussy makes his cock glisten. he reaches deep into you, knowledgeable on angles yuji has not heard of.
you hold on your moans before you give up, whining and whimpering and begging incoherently.
"s-s, kunaaa, p-please, let me c-cummm."
he chuckles, brow raising as he looks into your eyes.
"such a dirty girl. back in my time, you would have been exorcised for this behavior." he leans closer and plants his hands next to your head, towering over you. "looks like i'll have fuck the crazy out of you."
his thrusts grow faster, hard and cruel. you let out erratic pants, hands wandering before finally landing on his shoulders. nails scraping his back, he growls.
"careful, woman! it is yuij who will suffer those marks, not me."
you seem to ignore him, so indulged in the pleasure as you feel your orgasm building up. whining desperately, you wrap your arms around him as you cum, pussy clenching hard around his cock, clamping. sukuna grunts, rolling his eyes but not pushing you off him.
he slowly pulls himself out and rests your legs on the bed, pulling up his yuji's pants and running a hand through his hair.
"go shower woman. yuji will be back in a few hours."
although you should be worried, sukuna left you feeling sooooo fucked out you'll probably be asleep until yuji returns. :)
Your hands cupped in the meaty and firm flesh that was Hoshiumiโs thighs, your tongue could only lick and suck on his calves. All you could hear is his low, breathy moans and gags filling up the hotel room you guys were in.
Your knees dug deeper into the wood of the floor, tongue and mouth leaving little marks in the thick muscle, and hands rubbing up and down on his back and inner thighs, your digits tentatively poking and peeking its way through the hem of his ass and his crotch. The mix between the size and the firmness of Hoshiumiโs thighs and legs made you want to praise and rave them a lot, wanting to mark that zone of his as if it was your territory, and by consequence this made Hoshiumi completely drunk off the tickling, the pressure and the sensations of your actions.
Before you went to feast on his groin, your hands grabbed his lower legs and bent them towards his chest, leaving his feet in front of your face, before you started to lick them. You knew this was a super sensitive and erogenous zone of Korai, any sexual touch of them leaving him all worked up and horny, and that was exactly your mission.
Your wet tongue licked and fondled his sole, moving up and down slowly in one before switching to the other, sending twitches and pleasure spikes to his whole body. His face was contorted from pure pleasure, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his skull and his tongue out from all the moaning he was making.
You continued to nibble and suck on the warm flesh of his, also enjoying the fuck out of this moment. Your lips and tongue were now almost french kissing his feet, wildly riding high on the pleasure of rubbing and stroking the otherโs soles. A few high pitched whines as a sign of โI am about to cumโ made you stop the fondling.
Your hands made their way into the hem between his thighs, parting them and giving you an incredible sight. Hoshiumiโs cock was fully erect, leaking some amount of precum that you could see from the trunks that were staining his briefs; his thighs now were seemingly a little bit swollen as the pleasure from before creeped all the way through his body, and your own horniness was blinding you, making his thighs seem so fucking thick and juicy at your point of view.
Without second thoughts, your head made its way into the middle of Hoshiumiโs meaty, juicy, thick and fucking beautiful thighs. You began to suck and lick on his left thigh, moving and bobbing your head up and down for you to get as much of the muscles worshiped as possible.
โN-not there, Gah!โ were the only coherent words that your mind could hear Hoshiumi muster from his fucked out and drunk state.
Your right hand patted and shifted on the clothing beneath Hoshiumiโs groin, frotting ans stimulating his member into the verge of almost cumming. The groans, moans and hitches that were spitting out of Koraiโs mouth was music to your ears.
In a swift motion, you finally sprung out free his cock and asshole to your view, tossing his undergarments somewhere in the room. You sucked two of your own fingers and put them in the rim of his entrance, slowly toying and teasing him as your mouth and other hand were busy rubbing and nibbling his right thigh.
Your tongue and teeth made their way for the little crease that separated his plump ass and his delicious thigh. A combination of sucking on his skin, licking the small wound and sniffing his body odor was what you did on the entirety of his thigh, on occasions biting on where his muscles were at the most big and juicy.
Meanwhile, your fingers pushed past the rim of his asshole, slowly pushing away at the walls of the muscle, scissoring and further fingering to open up for what was about to come. From Hoshiumiโs perspective, all he could really do is claw at the edge of the bed as his lust and horniness were over the roof, pushing him into a state of pure euphoria and ecstasy.
Once you had enough with kissing and licking his legs, your face moved onto his lower groin again, your tongue pushing into the rim that your digits once occupied. As a knee-jerk reaction to that, his thighs wrapped around your face and throat, pushing you in even more to feel how your wet muscled played and fucked his hole with vigor.
If there was a moment that you could stay in forever, youโd choose this one.
His muscles opened up more as you made your way inside. Hoshiumiโs moans were all over the space you were in, making you tingling in fear that one of his teammates might find you, but also sparked something inside you, almost like marking your territory. Only you could manage to make Hoshiumi feel this fucking good, and it was almost like a warning sign to the others.
With your hands, you parted his legs that were oh so sweetly wrapping you, and you stopped blowing him. Knees pushing you up and now your feet on the floor, you now could see clearly exactly what you had done to Korai, a beautiful sight you thought.
โI...-โ you heard him muster, trying to fight away his sexual intoxication โI havenโt come yetโ his words seeping as a plead, a desire to finish fucking him into great heavens once and for all
โI havenโt eitherโ
Quickly you disposed of your pants and underwear, stroking your cock into a full erection. Spit splashed your hand before spreading it into your length. Korai could see from his own -still drunk in pleasure- view your juicy and delicious cock, almost salivating at the thought of that thing fucking him. He could try later to suck you off, he noted in his mind.
Your tip pushed into the entrance of Koraiโs asshole, expanding the rim into an almost painful but delicious stretch. Hoshiumiโs voice was almost gone from all the screaming he had done before, so now at the feeling he was just gutturally moaning, eyes wide open staring at the ceiling.
His hips were suddenly grabbed by your hands, stabilizing yourself into him before ramming your whole dick into him, which earned a sweet and loud moan from him. Your hands cupped like a puzzle piece into his hips and sides, digits digging into the soft flesh and massaging his skin.
Your dick was being squeezed and clenched by his entrance, every tiny movement and jolt reaction aiming at your cock, and spiraling throughout your body. Breathing and trying your best not to fuck him into oblivion was the only thing you had in mind, and both of them were actively sweeping away.
The very tip of your cock was being caressed by the end of what you might think its a pussy by the way its doing things to you. Subtle movements made your mind fuzzier by the second, and your hands grippier and stronger too. If you werenโt careful, lust and haze wouldโve sent you over the edge.
If your mind was numbing because of all the pleasure, Hoshiumiโs was already gone long ago, giving in to the feeling of your meaty length. He felt full, his mind was blank, and it was all that he ever wanted. His insides enveloped your dick completely, every tiny move and feeling escaping directly through his lips. Your hands pushing ever so further into him and oh god how Hoshiumi loved that.
Your hips began to slowly buck and thrust into him, and now he felt like he officially lost it. Your cock dragging down his gummy walls, then crashing in again and pushing into his prostate, his special and deliciously sweet bundle of nerves was all Hoshiumi could have in his mind, and his mouth reflected that.
โOh- oh~ Yes! Fuck yes!โ The shorter boy cried at the top of his lungs, not caring that his fellow teammates were in the rooms next to his. You pushed him to the edge and he loved that.
Your hands left the grip of his hips, and landed on his shoulders, positioning yourself almost in top of him. Soon enough your hips began pistoning your shaft even further inside Hoshiumi, and your eyes were now locked into his.
His usually hyperactive and expressive eyes were now half shut, covered in tears and with his pupils blown wide. You flinched slightly when you felt his hands were now grabbing into your back, nails digging into the skin and scratching up and down.
Your thrusts started to pick up pace and momentum when you noticed that Hoshiumi went silent. A glance down his face noticed that his mouth was wide open, tongue peeking out, and a glance down his torso showed you just in time what had you done.
As soon as you glanced, Hoshiumi started to splatter cum all over his abs, some fluids even reaching your torso and his pecs. While he came, your cock was clenched further by his entrance, squeezing you like he needed your cum like anything in the world.
โShitโฆโ You groaned. With some resistance, you picked up your pace again and your cock was ramming into him with even more vigor than before. The shorterโs moans were now a mix of cries and high pitched whimpers, begging you to release inside him.
Before you could cum into him, your mouth made its way into his nipples, sucking fiercely the tit. Hoshiumi couldnโt get more loud even if he wanted to, being attacked by all sides made him a mush of brains that begged for more cock and more cum.
After a lot of sucking his tits, you quickened your pace one more time, chasing your release. In the slew of his whimpers and your groans, you finally came.
Your cock splattered all of your semen inside Korai. All he could feel was how your cock beat and how he felt fuller and warmer with your cum inside. This pushed him to the edge again, his cock releasing some cum, but with less force than before.
After feeling like you filled Korai to the brim, your cock finally went out. After positioning and catching your breath, you could see how wide open your cock had left his hole, and how cum slowly creeped out his ass, staining the bedsheets.
I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.
There is a trend Iโve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesnโt have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.
Thinking about a doujin artist!reader whose art is a little too detailed to be entirely fictional...
Masterlist
It's not as if you're the only artist in the Japanese Professional Volleyball fandom, but youโre by far the most popular. Your page has everything from the most popular players like Oikawa Tooru and Ushijima Wakatoshi to the more niche ones from lower divisions like Tsukishima Kei and Shibayama Yuki. You even have works involving the Olympic teamโs staff, Kuroo Tetsuro and Iwaizumi Hajime.ย
It seems like you have a new piece coming out every other day, and your followers arenโt sure how you have time to do anything except draw with how much content you put out a week.ย
user milkbreadhole commented: omg that kageyama/reader/oikawa piece yesterday? perfection. I was creaming more than tooru was in that last scene.ย
user bokeballs commented: msby/schweiden adlers crossover piece please! I need reader-chan to get railed from both ends by our favorite volleyboys.ย
user nuffnuffnice commented: all of the setters have such pretty hands. OP must have been up close and personal with them to catch all that detail.ย
That last one has become kind of a running joke in your fanbase. Itโs true that the detail in your comics is immaculate: your portrayals of them are correct down to the most trivial things. Favorite foods are mentioned, graduation years are on point, even the relationships between the players involve interactions that mirror their real-life counterparts.ย
Some details are so accurate to the point of being uncanny, such as when a livestream done from Bokutoโs home revealed the trophy shelf above his bed was set up in the exact same way as the shelf drawn in your comic.ย
atsumuspiggy: OP is either psychic or she was in his bed last night.
That comment garnered five thousand upvotes in a single day before it was removed. Still, no one took the accusations too seriously.ย
Untilโฆ
It was a force of habit. Thatโs the statement that Sakusa Kiyoomi gives to the MSBY Black Jackalโs PR manager when she blows up at him for the second time that day.ย
The team was holding a special public fundraising match against the Schweiden Adlers, and Sakusa had just scored a mean spike against Hirugamiโs block. Amidst the cheers, he had lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.ย
โI usually wear a compression shirt under my uniform. I guess I forgot today, andโฆโย
An inky tattoo of a viper curving around Sakusaโs ribs, from under his left pectoral down to just above his navel. Heโs been so careful to keep it covered, and no one, not even the most dedicated paparazzi, had caught a glimpse of it before.ย
At least, no one in real life. Every brushstroke was the same size and weight as the one featured on Sakusaโs body in your doujins.ย
Not even five minutes passed before your Twitter began to blow up. Dedicated readers crowing that they knew it, itโs all real, and others that are dumbfounded beyond belief. Before long, a website has been set up with a running tally of the players and their statuses. Some of them, like Sakusa and Atsumu, have been confirmed beyond a doubt. Others like Ushijima and Kageyama are still only plausible.
The only question that the fanbase has yet to answer is who are you, exactly?ย
