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haven't logged in in a hot minute—been feeling . . . not the best—but,

thank you so so SO much for 3 thousand followers!! i couldn't have logged in to anything better, im kissing each and every one of you so hard 💕💕

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Believe it or not, Streamer!Sukuna could be a very forgetful person. I mean, he's juggling a relationship with you and a Twitch channel, what can he say?

After close matches and stressful games, your boyfriend likes to take out the adrenaline on you, and his lack of patience often leads to him fucking you just mere minutes after ending a stream.

Consequently, there have been a few instances, where, Streamer!Sukuna accidentally leaves the mic on and forgets to end the stream, before he's bending you over his desk, or making you ride his cock on the gaming chair. It sounds like a porno, because it basically is one. Chat always goes berserk, spamming WTF's and Oh, my God's and all other obscenities in the book.

Yeah, your boyfriend may have had a problem ending streams, but he also had quite the problem with starting them. Streamer!Sukuna may or may not have accidentally clicked a few buttons and went on Instagram Live a few times while getting lucky.

And, to both catastrophies, the only response your boyfriend had for his salivating fans was going on Twitter and posting a half-assed . . . explanation? Apology? No one knows.

“at least i'm getting sum, unlike you horny fuckers. prob havent even felt the touch of a woman in years 💀.”

All in all, Streamer!Sukuna could be a very forgetful person. But, whether that's on purpose or solely unintentional, we know not. . .

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Some couples meet on dating apps, mutual friends, other forms of social media, and so on and so fourth. You and Drummer!Sukuna, however, meet during band and music class.

Your instrument's designated section was, coincidentally, next to the percussion section, and you wanna know who stood right behind you? Sukuna, with his big ass bass drum.

Sometimes he played other instruments like the snare drum, but that's besides the point; whatever drum or percussion instrument he played—big or small—he always played it as loud as humanly possible because he knew it gave you the worst headaches known to man, and he liked seeing you yell at him in front of the rest of the band, if he had to be honest.

He liked when your attention was on him, but, today was . . . different.

He hit the bass drum with more force than usual, played the snare like a professional, and even did a little something something with the xylophone. But you never looked back at him once!

Didn't groan out of frustration, didn't snap your head back to give him a nasty glare, didn't even threaten to throw your music stand at him.

Unbelievable, he thought.

But then, an idea popped into Sukuna's mind, a wonderful idea.

Sukuna had made up a totally lame excuse, told the conductor he needed to speak to you urgently (emphasis on "urgently"), and he was able to drag you out of that stuffy classroom in no time, cornering you till you had absolutely no choice but to answer him. (and the asshole of the century award goes too . . .)

"Are you mad?" Sukuna started, to which he realized was a horrible execution plan once he noticed you wouldn't even look at him in the eyes.

"I'm fine."

"You're frowning."

"So what?" you snapped, finally turning to face him.

Sukuna laughed. "You're starting to kinda look like me."

"That's the worst thing anyone's ever told me."

"Nah, it's kinda becoming on you, actually. You look cute all frustrated like this."

"Frustrated? Frustrated? I am beyond frustrated! You know what you're doing, and yet you still have the nerve to ask me if I'm mad—!"

Sukuna slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling any words and curses you let out.

"I change my mind. You're not cute; you're kinda hot when you yell at me like this. Hah! maybe I should rile you up more often."

You finally managed to rip Sukuna's hand off of your mouth, before you began to walk away and back to class, saying, "Unless you want a trumpet shoved down your throat, I don't think so."

"Kinky. I like it."

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Toji is living proof of the phrase "Don't judge a book by its cover." Because, how do you mean to tell me, this cold-blooded, ruthless man, is whom you call your husband? The father to your son? The blueprint for Little Megumi? You want to tell me, that, Toji Fushiguro, the man who used to kill for a living, is the same man who gets bossed around by a toddler?

Preposterous.

Originally, ten minutes ago, Toji was supposed to be sitting on the couch, nursing a bottle of soda, and watching the sports game he had been waiting for all week, but what was he doing instead?

Reading a bedtime story.

Megumi had dragged his father up the stairs, forced him to sit on the little frog-shaped stool next to his bed (which was way too small to fit a grown man), and read Room on the Broom—a story about a witch and her impromptu companions.

"C'mon, 'Gumi," began a hesitant Toji, as the stool continuously creaked under his weight; "it's past Halloween. Don't you want to read something else?"

"No! Wan' read Room on the Broom!"

"Hey. That is not any way to speak to your father, buddy."

Megumi crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back and falling against the pillows on his bed. "Hmph. I know why you don't want to read Room on the Broom."

"Oh, really? You do now?"

"Yeah," Megumi scoffed. "You're just mad that you wouldn't fit on the broom."

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personally headcanon that sukuna's the type of guy to have children years apart. like, he has a seventeen year old kid that's in high school, and also, a baby on the way; all because he decided one day, in his late forties, he was going to buss it down and knock you up again

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personally headcanon that sukuna's the type of guy to have children years apart. like, he has a seventeen year old kid that's in high school, and also, a baby on the way; all because he decided one day, in his late forties, he was going to buss it down and knock you up again

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Boyfriend!Sukuna's up to no good, you can just feel it. After being with Sukuna for years since high school, it's safe to say your very reliable, very credible "Boyfriend is Being Bad" senses are tingling. And they're tingling worse than ever.

It's utterly ridiculous. You've been sitting on the couch for hours, and have already completely finished a season of your favorite show. Yuuji's whining about having his brother tuck him into bed, and you have run out of coffee. It's past evening, and Sukuna is literally nowhere to be found.

"When's Brother coming home?" mumbled Yuuji for the umpteenth time. He was curled up on your lap, pressing his chubby cheeks to your sweater, and yawning like he worked a 9-5 and paid the bills.

"In a little bit, Yuu, just be patient and wait, 'mkay?"

"Hmph!" The boy crossed his arms over his chest and gave quite the intimidating pout. "I be patient! And still no 'Kuna! Does he not love us anymore—?"

There was the screeching of tires pulling up to the house, the sound of someone running full speed to the door, and keys jingling with desperation, all before the door was opened, slammed closed, and lo and behold: Sukuna—in all his glory. (He looked like shit.)

"What the hell—" You cleared your throat, cautious of what to say in front of someone as young as Yuuji. "Where have you been?"

Sukuna was panting, drenched in sweat, and his hair was a mess. "I'm . . . I was . . . I was getting a cat for Yuuji and you; y'know, because you two were nagging me about it all week after we watched the Lion King?"

Despite his brother's current disheveled state, Yuuji wasted no time in scurrying off your lap, running as fast as his little legs could carry him, and jumping onto his brother's leg and attaching himself there like a monkey or something. "Yay! Brother! Brother home!"

You eyed Sukuna warily, fully taking in his appearance. "So, where's the cat? And, last time I checked, you don't have to run ten miles in order to purchase one; you look like you just did a whole work out."

"If you count running from the police as a work out, then, yeah. . ."

"The police? Do they run a special kind of pet store or something?"

"Not exactly," Sukuna winced, as the sound of sirens blaring began. "So, just making sure, you love me, right?"

". . ."

"Ah, I may or may not have tried to pick up a tiger from the local zoo, and turns out, that is not very legal."

"You're . . . joking."

"The tiger, uh, jumped out of the window while I was on my way home. . . And I'm pretty sure the police are looking for it and me, but don't worry, I've been in run-ins with the law before. They've got nothing on me, babe—"

"You're trying to tell me that your concern is the police? WHEN THERE'S A TIGER ROAMING THE STREETS? OF OUR NEIGHBORHOOD?"

"Hey, there's a good part to this." Sukuna raised his hands in defense. "I made Christmas come early, y'know. You two have been begging for a pet."

"A PET! NOT A WILD CAT THAT YOU STOLE!"

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really want to write something about conflict of religion

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Boyfriend!Sukuna's up to no good, you can just feel it. After being with Sukuna for years since high school, it's safe to say your very reliable, very credible "Boyfriend is Being Bad" senses are tingling. And they're tingling worse than ever.

It's utterly ridiculous. You've been sitting on the couch for hours, and have already completely finished a season of your favorite show. Yuuji's whining about having his brother tuck him into bed, and you have run out of coffee. It's past evening, and Sukuna is literally nowhere to be found.

"When's Brother coming home?" mumbled Yuuji for the umpteenth time. He was curled up on your lap, pressing his chubby cheeks to your sweater, and yawning like he worked a 9-5 and paid the bills.

"In a little bit, Yuu, just be patient and wait, 'mkay?"

"Hmph!" The boy crossed his arms over his chest and gave quite the intimidating pout. "I be patient! And still no 'Kuna! Does he not love us anymore—?"

There was the screeching of tires pulling up to the house, the sound of someone running full speed to the door, and keys jingling with desperation, all before the door was opened, slammed closed, and lo and behold: Sukuna—in all his glory. (He looked like shit.)

"What the hell—" You cleared your throat, cautious of what to say in front of someone as young as Yuuji. "Where have you been?"

Sukuna was panting, drenched in sweat, and his hair was a mess. "I'm . . . I was . . . I was getting a cat for Yuuji and you; y'know, because you two were nagging me about it all week after we watched the Lion King?"

Despite his brother's current disheveled state, Yuuji wasted no time in scurrying off your lap, running as fast as his little legs could carry him, and jumping onto his brother's leg and attaching himself there like a monkey or something. "Yay! Brother! Brother home!"

You eyed Sukuna warily, fully taking in his appearance. "So, where's the cat? And, last time I checked, you don't have to run ten miles in order to purchase one; you look like you just did a whole work out."

"If you count running from the police as a work out, then, yeah. . ."

"The police? Do they run a special kind of pet store or something?"

"Not exactly," Sukuna winced, as the sound of sirens blaring began. "So, just making sure, you love me, right?"

". . ."

"Ah, I may or may not have tried to pick up a tiger from the local zoo, and turns out, that is not very legal."

"You're . . . joking."

"The tiger, uh, jumped out of the window while I was on my way home. . . And I'm pretty sure the police are looking for it and me, but don't worry, I've been in run-ins with the law before. They've got nothing on me, babe—"

"You're trying to tell me that your concern is the police? WHEN THERE'S A TIGER ROAMING THE STREETS? OF OUR NEIGHBORHOOD?"

"Hey, there's a good part to this." Sukuna raised his hands in defense. "I made Christmas come early, y'know. You two have been begging for a pet."

"A PET! NOT A WILD CAT THAT YOU STOLE!"

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stop I JS saw the sukuna and american psycho au and I might have screamed out loud

me too girly me too

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wait . . . stop . . . sukuna x american psycho au . . . wait . . . i think im cooking something here

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Boyfriend!Sukuna's up to no good, you can just feel it. After being with Sukuna for years since high school, it's safe to say your very reliable, very credible "Boyfriend is Being Bad" senses are tingling. And they're tingling worse than ever.

It's utterly ridiculous. You've been sitting on the couch for hours, and have already completely finished a season of your favorite show. Yuuji's whining about having his brother tuck him into bed, and you have run out of coffee. It's past evening, and Sukuna is literally nowhere to be found.

"When's Brother coming home?" mumbled Yuuji for the umpteenth time. He was curled up on your lap, pressing his chubby cheeks to your sweater, and yawning like he worked a 9-5 and paid the bills.

"In a little bit, Yuu, just be patient and wait, 'mkay?"

"Hmph!" The boy crossed his arms over his chest and gave quite the intimidating pout. "I be patient! And still no 'Kuna! Does he not love us anymore—?"

There was the screeching of tires pulling up to the house, the sound of someone running full speed to the door, and keys jingling with desperation, all before the door was opened, slammed closed, and lo and behold: Sukuna—in all his glory. (He looked like shit.)

"What the hell—" You cleared your throat, cautious of what to say in front of someone as young as Yuuji. "Where have you been?"

Sukuna was panting, drenched in sweat, and his hair was a mess. "I'm . . . I was . . . I was getting a cat for Yuuji and you; y'know, because you two were nagging me about it all week after we watched the Lion King?"

Despite his brother's current disheveled state, Yuuji wasted no time in scurrying off your lap, running as fast as his little legs could carry him, and jumping onto his brother's leg and attaching himself there like a monkey or something. "Yay! Brother! Brother home!"

You eyed Sukuna warily, fully taking in his appearance. "So, where's the cat? And, last time I checked, you don't have to run ten miles in order to purchase one; you look like you just did a whole work out."

"If you count running from the police as a work out, then, yeah. . ."

"The police? Do they run a special kind of pet store or something?"

"Not exactly," Sukuna winced, as the sound of sirens blaring began. "So, just making sure, you love me, right?"

". . ."

"Ah, I may or may not have tried to pick up a tiger from the local zoo, and turns out, that is not very legal."

"You're . . . joking."

"The tiger, uh, jumped out of the window while I was on my way home. . . And I'm pretty sure the police are looking for it and me, but don't worry, I've been in run-ins with the law before. They've got nothing on me, babe—"

"You're trying to tell me that your concern is the police? WHEN THERE'S A TIGER ROAMING THE STREETS? OF OUR NEIGHBORHOOD?"

"Hey, there's a good part to this." Sukuna raised his hands in defense. "I made Christmas come early, y'know. You two have been begging for a pet."

"A PET! NOT A WILD CAT THAT YOU STOLE!"

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Okay heres a thought

What If Sukunas girl is like a heat source for him

If any time he wanted a blanket

He just pulls his girl onto his lap

Or better

Texts her something that will get her attention then no its just cuz hes cold and needs her warmth

A/N: awhh, that's so cute!! this guy i know is really similar to your headcanon, actually, so i based this off him! (i know this wasn't a request, but i was in the mood for drabbling)

I think it's come to a point where it's become a known fact, around your whole college campus, that you and Sukuna are dating. And if it wasn't a known fact, it would be a very plausible assumption.

Whenever Sukuna's in the Dining Hall, sitting on the steps outside, or just . . . anywhere, really, he's never seen without you right next to him, under his arm, or on his lap. His reasoning is always the same: you warm him up when he's cold—even if it's, like, 90° F outside. But, that's the thing.

Sukuna is always cold.

Sure, Sukuna may be able to walk around the apartment shirtless, and only wearing boxers or sweats, but that's only because of you.

"Baby, what are you doing?" you ask, though, despite yourself, you raise your arms so that Sukuna can lay on top of you on the sofa.

"I'm cold, and you're warm," he mumbles irritatedly into your sweater, as he closes his eyes to the soporific smell of your shampoo.

You laugh. "Have you ever thought that maybe the reason you're cold is because you're walking around the place half-naked? In the middle of autumn, too?"

"Nah, not relevant. I can be completely freezing and naked, but it wouldn't mean shit, 'cause my girl's practically a heater at this point. You know, your body temp's off the scale, baby."

"Awh, really?" You notice the way Sukuna's basically falling asleep on you, and you push a few strands of pink hair away from his eyes. "You're adorable."

". . .Fuck off. I'm trying to sleep."

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Why are gojo and geto following me