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popular athlete kuna & shy reader hcs !! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

⤿ based on mirrored souls !

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who’s entire mood is cold to any people bothering to talk to him , not unless it’s one of his teammates conversing & teasing him nonstop then expect that his jokes are often brutal in return. He’s never been the type to care how heavily blunt his use of words can be considering it’s simply just Choso , Toji , Gojo , Suguru , Nanami , bantering with him nowadays. He’s had his fair share of admirers in the past although believe it or not , Sukuna’s never been one to be fond of dating , let alone handle a serious relationship. Flings worked the best for him in general , nothing serious & committed , just merely makeout sessions. Yet when he encounters her prior to a seating arrangement made by the teacher , his curiosity suddenly sparks.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! whose tone is usually loud , firm , around class goes lower , slower , & perhaps softer when he tries hearing the questions she’s asking in relation to whatever lecture is being discussed. He’s quite smart in the subject so he has no need to listen , calculations were light work to him. Her on the other hand is a slow learner , an observation that he’s picked on. Though Sukuna can tell that she’s nervous , constantly mumbling apologies for asking such questions. He simply brushes it off & eventually decides he might as well teach her. Very unlikely of him to do so with a seatmate , later on Uraume points it out but Sukuna is quick to shut them out & tell them it was only basic decency.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! whose reputation is a big warning to the school grounds. Rumors say he’s slept with many but it’s mostly false news , some say he’s given one of his opponents a fracture which is likely more true. He’s out of her league , she’s aware of this. Someone reserved & quiet can’t get along with someone like him , Sukuna who’s always stood out to the crowd & has a large group of friends , connections from one person to another wouldn't bat an eye at a girl like her. But his actions are the opposite of her doubts.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who overtime grows fond of her. He’s not only teaching her in the weakest subjects she struggles at , he’s now making the effort of doing small talk with her. He could be talking about how his team lost a game or either won a game out of sheer luck , just an excuse for him to hear her faint smiles or giggles. Sukuna doesn’t know why he loves witnessing a reaction out of her. He likes to view it as a privilege to see this side of her instead of her usual reserved demeanor.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who unknowingly develops a soft spot for her. The way she cracks her knuckles a lot when she’s too overwhelmed at a presentation , the way she plays with her necklace when something is clearly wrong. The way she bites on her lip , bounces her legs , when too much attention is focused on her. He doesn’t know what would ease her anxiety & Sukuna loathes it so he does something that leaves his friends , the whole class jaw dropped. He grants her the permission to play with the silver rings on his fingers , squeeze his forearm , hands , anything to soothe that head of hers even though he despises being touched.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who’d willingly agree to anything she asks for & changes his preference on silly trivial things in order to match hers. She loves chocolate ice cream ? well he does too even though in truth , anything sweet related to treats makes him gag in disgust. She loves the color purple ? he buys himself a purple accessory . Eventually they’d both end up having accidental coordinating fits towards their clothing. Sukuna doesn’t complain though.

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mirrored souls ryomen sukuna ✶

pair. popular athlete! sukuna x shy! reader | genre. strangers to friends , friends to lovers , hurt & comfort , angst , slowburn , tension , ooc! kuna , modern & no curses setting , stammering reader , | warning. Implied use of drugs , cigarettes , religious themes , hinted corruption , morally gray chars , size difference. | 1363k. words

۶ৎ synopsis. In which the most well known athlete with a reputation for causing chaos is seated with a girl he’s never heard of nor noticed. an unexpected bond formed in entirely different worlds. ⤿ navigation

“Mr Ryomen, you are to be paired with her for the entirety of your last semester this year. This is for your own good hence I’d advise you to be on your best behavior.” The heavy reminder leaves a sour frown on his features. With a plain nod exchanged in response to his fuming professor. Sukuna knows he’s truly fucked this time. The faint whiff of marijuanna reeks within his uniform. A strong indication of his reliance tied to the drug he’s consumed countless times prior. “The quiet one huh ? no worries then.” It was better this way. He’d prefer a girl he’d barely heard of than tolerate his overly obnoxious and loud teammate, Satoru Gojo.

The sudden grate of the chair beside him catches his attention. Sukuna swiftly settles his grip on it. Automatically tugging the seat for her. When she reluctantly takes her place, sitting down. Sukuna steals a sly glance over her. Those shuddering knees of her’s paired with her pupils downcast & fingers wavering. He instantly shifts his stance as he keeps his distance from her. Sukuna was conscious of his public image after all. ‘Delinquent’ ‘Bastard son’ ‘Junkie’ ‘Manwhore’ and so on. Nevertheless those titles were meaningless when Sukuna was one of those favored athletes. Gifted, experienced & of course proficient. The only anchor of keeping his life intact no matter the consequence, stunts he’s done.

He wouldn't be surprised if she, too. Knew of his reputation. Sukuna adverts his eyes elsewhere. Scaring the poor thing further was the least of his concerns. “Are you alright — you look unwell. Would you…like some ?” she stammers. In her jittery grasp is a bottle of water offered to him. Shades of rosy pink shaping the miniscule container held in front of him. His bloodshot eyes had stirred her concern. Sukuna, who's taken by surprise raises a brow at her. The realization then strikes him. The marijuanna he’d taken previously already took a toll on his disheveled state. Christ, he’d forgotten how visible the signs were. “It’s fine. Keep it.” Sukuna retorts.

The glimpse of the silver crucifix cocooning her throat piques his curiosity. “So you’re one of those church folks. No wonder. Ever heard of Marijuanna ?” he sets his gaze on her pendant. Legs languidly entwined as Sukuna cocks his head at her. She shooks her head at him, unsure of what to utter. Subtly snapping her knuckles to ease the mounting tension. “Yeah ? go on.” he urges. She seizes her bottle. “Yes, It’s a drug used for medication yet well…it’s also used for like— other purposes.” she mumbles.

“Smart girl.” Sukuna chuckles. Who would have thought he’d be sat with a meek church girl. Fate really had it’s fair share of surprises for him. The flickering lights of the room abruptly startles them both, dimness greeting the lecture hall. Sukuna musters an agitated grunt at the poor timing, scarred digits pulling out a piece of lighter while tenderly nudging his leather oxford’s towards her calves. “Fucki’n hell. Don’t bother calling the professor. That old man wouldn’t give a damn either way. ” With a cigarette kept in hand. He beckons her to draw closer.

The shadowy dusk illuminates his chiseled features amidst the dark. Her stomach churns at their close proximity once halting her step. This was simply a mere request of Sukuna’s yet It all felt as If the feathery distance shared among them consumed her. “Isn't this wrong ? Smoking’s a sin— “ Her throat tightens at the reminder. She vividly recalls the professor’s warning. The ominous threats and punishments ready to be given If he ever caught them indulging in illicit deeds. She withdraws her movements. Declining him with a light shake of her head, a wary look clouding her expression as she diverts her stare.

“It is wrong. Yet it’s hardly a sin at all If he’s not here to witness it. It’s just you and me here after all. Don’t you think so too ? ” Sukuna suppresses a mocking grin at her withdrawal. She did have a fair point in all honesty. That glistening pendant she latches unto, the fear in those dilated pupils. “Relax that silly head of yours. I was only hoping you’d simply light my cigarette. You assume so quick.” Despite the dim lightning blurring his vision. The lingering tension between them is present.

“Well ? go on, I’m waiting here. We do need light.“ Sukuna shoves the cigar within his lips. Motioning his head at her looming silhouette. He flings the lighter towards her.

The foreign steel like texture prickles her senses. With a clumsy, inexperienced grip. She catches it promptly while igniting the lighter to the best of her ability. “Then where do I place it ?” embarrassment fuels her temples. Never has she once spoken to him in spite of being classmates in the past semesters. Sukuna was one of those men whose name was frequently applauded by everyone, especially teachers. Meanwhile, she was the opposite. “Just come closer, yeah ?” Sukuna can’t contain the growing excitement flooding his veins any longer. “Right—sorry.”

There was something intriguing about a skittish girl. Wholly clueless to the darker side of things the world has to offer. Gruesome, vile, things that a young sheltered church girl like her would certainly run away and never come back. However, Ryomen Sukuna was rotten. Inside, out. Tainted to the core. Never to be the same young boy who’s reflection was just like her’s in his earlier days.

The flames enclosing his sight jolts him out of his thoughts. There she was. Slightly hunched over, huddled in the middle of his outstretched legs. His breath hitches followed by a red tint of hue glazing the tips of his silver pierced ears. The feathery strands of her locks grazes his bare flesh. “Your tattoos— they’re very… pretty!” she blurts out. Sukuna is at loss for words. Gulping, she clumsily drags the flame towards his cigarette. Well, Sukuna be damned.

Such bold gestures for someone he underestimated far too much. Sukuna in the blink of an eye, immediately steadies his composure. In the midst of the little light shared between them. He bores his eyes at her, peering closely for any subtle hint of the taunt expression often exhibited on her features. None, just a little portion. “Careful.“ Sukuna reminds. Cautiously so, he lays his calloused ringed digits across her hold. The contrast in their hands interlocked together amuses him.

His hand engulfs the delicate & fragile skin. “Better, isn't it ?” Sukuna settles his other one at the curve of her back. She could be stumbling out of the blue If he were to startle her by accident. Sukuna keeps a firm yet mild grip on her to prevent that from occurring.

The staggering contact of his hand slung across her takes her breath away. This was nothing but a pure brief touch, done out of kindness. Before she can counter a response, the lights without warning are back on. Accompanied with the professor barging in. Sukuna’s fleeting touch is long gone, the lighter tumbling out of her grasp. She falls back on her seat. One of Sukuna’s palms settled at the back of her chair to catch her. “Clumsy girl.” he snickers. The professor’s chiding words are subdued in her ears.

Humiliation & sheer embarrassment drowns her wholey. Cheeks flustered at the clatter of his lighter. The relentless lighthearted jabs that continuously loops in her head like a broken record worsens. Meanwhile, Sukuna hardly pays attention to the professor's presence. His gaze solely focused at her squirming state from time to time. His hasty seatmate with an overall pliant nature might as well be his most favored source of entertainment. Sukuna for the very first time is thankful of his professor’s supposed ‘punishment’ given to him.

For his own good ? Sukuna will gladly take that to heart. This is more than ‘good’ to him. What would make her tick ? he marvels at the nosey thought. Sukuna longs to break that little shell of hers. He eventually would, sooner or later. No doubt about that. There’s a rotten part of her deep down.

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knives & confessions suguru geto ᥫ᭡

pair. owner! suguru x cat hybrid! reader | genre. fluff, slight dead dove if you squint, established relationship, suggestive smut, oneshot, hinted sadist & masochist | warning. hinted knife play, one time mention of the word ‘papa’ so block if you don’t like that , very mild dark themes. | 1,006k. words

۶ৎ synopsis. Suguru comes home to a valentine’s day surprise prepared by his one and only sweet girl after long hours of working. ⤿ inspo !

Droopy eyes and a quivering lip. She stares at the sheet of envelope. Draped in the dusty rose of her kissed imprints. Her fur tuft tail twitches. Perked ears hanging low. “Suguru.” she murmurs. The name despite it’s familiarity still feels foreign to her tongue when saying it. She neatly writes the name, a crisp expression tracing the corners of her lips once finished. ‘Suguru Geto’ it displays. Embedded in cursive. What if he were to discard her letter ? laugh at her foolish confession and mock her otherwise. A heap of stickers adornes the envelope. She had taken extra time to dedicate each piece of sticker based on his favorite colors.

However, Suguru & her weren’t alike. He was human. And she wasn't. An eager kitten like her living under his roof did have it’s perks though. He was her doting owner after all. Lavished in his tender kisses nonstop with his coarse hands giving her fluttering ears the scratches she’d oh so love to her heart’s content. She stares at the pint sized polaroid tucked within the envelope. A photograph of her perched atop his lap while her canines, not so sharp nor strong enough to pierce a single barrier of skin. Remains in Suguru’s cheek. Two wide toothy grins exchanged between them as his hand grips her chin, facing the camera. The initials ‘s’ & her's are scribbled at the bottom.

Valentine’s day, an occasion of heartfelt romance. Bouquets and chocolates served for their soulmates, loved one’s included such as a friend or relative. Never has she tried partaking in the tradition. Neither did Suguru. Yet as the years prolong, from being a feline stray wandering around the dumpsters for any scrap of food to being welcomed in his arms for a warm home she’s never asked for nor expected. Her stomach then coils, butterflies erupting at the reminiscencing thought. “Yes. I can surely do this.” She reminds, irked at the fact she’s talking to no one in particular than herself.

As long as it eases her then it’s no big deal. She seals the letter closed & positions it on the handmade bouquet. lilac, his favored color. Making crochet flowers was the closest to an actual one. Embarrassment fuels her. Despite having unlimited access to his credit card, she isn't just a little girl needing his guidance at all times. No matter the amount of times Suguru coddles her daily and coos at her for trying to mirror his way of living. Even though she loves it in secret, a fraction of her independence is still there.

Treading towards the doorway. She hides the bouquet behind her, in a few minutes or seconds. He’d announce his arrival. The rush of excitement blended with her fidgety tail & ears emerges. Three loud knocks are delivered. Followed by an exhausted grunt & a pair of jingling keys.

Her tail wiggles in return. “There’s my girl.” Suguru is quickly dragged by the arm once locking the threshold. Collapsing on the arm chair, straddled by none other than her. Loud purrs resonating in the air while nuzzling her head at the crook of his neck. He strokes her temples , gently shoving a digit on her drooling mouth. Never has she been this clingy, Usually, he‘s accustomed to her meek demeanor. Too cautious of initiating handsy gestures, not unless he does it first. Suguru scoffs at her and gives her tongue a light hearted pinch. “What’s gotten you so worked up huh ?” The drool coating his fingers doesn't faze him when he pulls them away.

“Please close your eyes, promise you won’t open them.” she cages his torso, thighs draped on both sides of the seat with her arms hooked on his shoulders. Suguru rubs circular patterns on her rear that’s only adorned in a sheer skirt, coated in soft pink. One of his favorites too. He hums in response as he follows her instruction. “Anything for you.” His pupils are closed with a prying chuckle.

Her heart drums. Each beat is erratic, irregular. “It’s okay baby.” Suguru pats her head, ruffling her twin braids in reassurance. Flustered, she quietly nods in response. With a relieved sigh slipping pass her lips. She takes a hold of his palm and gives it a squeeze. Suguru opens his eyes. The glimpse of her shaky hands holding a bouquet, handcrafted with a glimpse of an envelope laid at the bottom instantly melts him. His sweet girl, his one and only little girl. Suguru fully knows he’s won the lottery, wholly.

“Do you like it? I—I’m sorry. I just, just…” she takes a deep heavy breath when Suguru stills her trembling ankles, both of his grasps firmly pressed on her knees to lull the wary look on her poor little expression. “I just…like you” she trails off. Her tail freezes, pointed ears rising at the sudden burst of his laughter. Suguru throws his head back and shoots her an amused glance. “You were nervous over a confession ? we’ve been dating for a while now, baby. You really are full of surprises.” he shakes his head at her.

“I like you too.” Suguru places a kiss atop of her head, a polished dagger bundled in a pink bow handed to her. He guides her wavering clutch near his jawline. The steel knife brushing his scarred flesh. “You know what to do.” Suguru taps her temples, urging her to go ahead.

She carves her initial on his skin, her tail eventually snakes around his forearms. Delighted purrs and giggles chiming in the walls when the crimson beads of blood splatters on her temples. “I love you lots papa!” Suguru can’t help but groan at her giddiness. He briskly tugs at her tuft, grip tightening around her limbs when the blade pierces him. He automatically throbs. Fuck.

“Atta girl. I fucking love you more. “ Of course, Suguru also has a surprise prepared, long before Valentine's day started. Except it’s in their bedroom. The visible bulge on his slacks tells enough.