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: ÌÌâ tropes: fem! reader đ„ minors do not interact đ„ prisoner sukuna x his penpal đ„ just plot with porn đ„ mentions of abuse đ„ mentions of sexual assault đ„ pussayy eating rawr but also u suck his dick so đ„ uraume and toji found family đ„ he would kill for you đ„ alternate universe đ„ nsfw
: ÌÌâ words: 10k?? idfk it's long
: ÌÌâ notes: happy halloween, mamas! đ i know ive been MIA for a while but thats because i wasnt feeling creative. but now ive dumped a 10k sukuna fic on you for you to read at 3 in the morning. this one's got a kick to it yall. its long but give the bitch a chance, shes good. if you have any requests, donât hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, commentâwhatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.
So, this was where youâd ended upâon a site for writing to prisoners. A pen-pal with an inmate.
How lonely did you have to be to fill out your info, pay a yearly fee, and do this? The answer: really, really lonely. Orphaned, friendless, and scarred from a relationship that had left you with broken ribs and a blind eye. And as if to top it all off, you wanted to reach out to a criminal. I guess you deserved at least that small bit of connection.
You scrolled through inmate profiles, noting their crimesâarson, theft, cybercrime, drug trafficking, money embezzlement, and so on. None of them were charged with homicides or serious offences.
One profile did catch your eye. The smirk in his mugshot suggested heâd probably killed someone and managed to evade the cops before they could pin anything on him.
âSukuna Ryomen,â you whispered, clicking on his profile and staring at a laundry list of crimes. âAggravated assault, drug manufacturing and distribution, kidnappingâJesusâextortion, cybercrime, Satanism . . . what the hell?â You chuckled as you scrolled further. âBank burglary, vandalism of religious propertiesâso thatâs the Satanism partâillegal possession of firearms, stalking?â
Why was this man even on this website, given his long list of crimes?
You zoomed in on his mugshot. Was it wrong to find him attractive despite his record? He truly embodied the term âbad boy,â though he didnât look like a boy at all. He was ruggedly handsome with hollowed eyes. His light-mink hair was swept back, with a few strands falling over his forehead, and he wore a single hoop earring in his left ear. Black tattoos marked his nose bridge, jaw, and the centre of his forehead, while narrow-eyed designs were inked on his cheekbones.
You wondered if heâd get any letters, given his long rap sheet. Maybe delusional women like you, whoâs pussies sang for high-profile criminals, sure.Â
Licking your lower lip, you picked up a piece of paper and a pen, tapping the end against the sheet as you continued to study his face.
Then you started writing.
Hello, Sukuna Ryomen,Â
My name is Y/N.Â
You thought it over. For now, you'd keep it light before diving into your deeper issues. It felt easier to share your thoughts with someone youâd never meet face-to-face than with a stranger in a bar whose only interest was getting into your pants.
You kept writing.
Dear Sukuna Ryomen,
Iâm currently living in an apartment complex thatâs in desperate need of renovation. Iâm harvesting cockroachesâno, Iâm not eating them; the fuckers just wonât stop nesting in my kitchen cabinets, and Iâm tired of spending money on pest sprays. On top of that, Iâm pretty broke, barely managing to keep a roof over my head. Iâve even considered trying to seduce the landlord into reducing my rent, though I doubt any man would find a woman with one working eye appealing. I noticed you have an extra beneath your real eyes. Care to share?
Anyway, this is my first time writing to someone like you, so apologies if itâs a bit awkward. I wish I could send a nude, but Iâm pretty sure youâd wish you were blind after that. I feel like Iâm rambling like this is my diary, so I should probably wrap it up. If you want to write back, feel free. I donât mean to sound privileged, but Iâm lonely as fuck.
Thank you (?), Â
Y/N
P.S. About the Satanismâcare to explain?
You didnât bother proof-reading and folded the letter into an envelope, sealing it with a lick. From your drawer, you pulled out a pack of old stickersâremnants of your childhoodâand placed one where the envelope met. You wrote the prison address provided on the website and added the stamps youâd bought during your walk, which was your final push into becoming a prison pen-pal. After selecting Sukuna Ryomen on the site and uploading your ID and other required documents, you waited for your profile to be approved.Â
After three days of waiting, you sent out the letter first thing in the morning and anxiously awaited a response.
Sukunaâs fists collided with the inmateâs face, each strike more brutal than the last. Blood splattered across his knuckles as the crowd of orange-clad convicts roared with twisted delight, their voices a chorus of vile encouragement. âFinish him!â they taunted, while others jeered at the barely conscious man, urging him to get up and fight back, to aim a desperate kick at Sukunaâs balls.
âSukuna!â A guardâs voice cut through the chaos, and soon the officers were pushing through the throng, shutting the prisoners who dared resist their authority. âGet up, now!â
âFuck off!â Sukuna snarled, his lips curling into a sneer as he shoved the guard aside. He watched with cold satisfaction as the man lay still, blood pooling beneath him. All this because the idiot had the nerve to laugh when Sukuna missed a three-pointer. Now, the bald bastard had paid the price for his arrogance, and Sukuna breathed in the aftermathâhis own dark victory painted in blood and broken bones.
Officer Gojo Satoru strode into the circle, handcuffs gleaming in his hand.Â
Sukuna's eyes narrowed at the sight of the blue-eyed bastard, a wave of hatred surging through him so fierce he could almost feel his fingers tightening around Satoru's throat. The very thought of choking the life out of him fueled his dark desires.
Satoruâs fatherâthe man responsible for dragging Sukuna down, catching him red-handed with crates of cocaine at the border, and sealing his fate with a fifty-year sentence. If Sukuna had known the old manâs spawn would end up as a deputy officer here, watching his every move with those piercing eyes, he would have never shown up to that cursed delivery. But noâhe had wanted to play the good boss, personally seeing his precious cargo off. Now, every day behind bars was a constant reminder of that one fatal mistake, and Sukunaâs rage festered as he thought of the traitor, Yuji. The little fuck who sold him out would pay dearly, and Sukuna was already plotting the perfect revenge.
His own fucking nephew sold him off. Motherfucker wanted the throne for himselfâan empire Sukuna built with his bare hands.Â
âThrow him in the ice box,â Satoru commanded, his voice dripping with that infuriating smugness. The officer roughly cuffed Sukunaâs wrists, shoving him forward. âCool down, Big Guy. Youâre not going anyââ
Before he could finish, Sukuna rammed his forehead into Gojoâs nose, relishing the satisfying crunch as the lanky bastard staggered back. The inmates roared with approval from where they were restrained by the other officers.Â
Gojo chuckled, dabbing at his bleeding nose with a pristine handkerchief, the kind only a spoiled little bitch like him would carry. âYou think thatâs funny?â he asked, his tone laced with condescension.
âHilarious,â Sukuna whispered, a dark grin curling at his lips.
âOkay,â Gojo replied with a casual shrug. Without warning, his fist slammed into Sukunaâs jaw.
Once.
Twice.
Three fucking times.
The officers stood by, indifferent, as their captain unleashed his fury. For them, it was just another case of self-defence.
Sukuna finally collapsed to the ground, his vision swimming. Gojo leaned over him, his voice a venomous hiss. âWhoâs laughing now?â A final, vicious kick to Sukunaâs chest left him gasping for breath. âKeep him in that freezer until heâs begging to be let out. No meals for a week.â
Sukunaâs vision blurred as he glared at Satoruâs retreating figure, the ringing in his ears barely drowning out the disappointed murmurs of his fellow inmates. His body, battered and beaten, finally surrendered to the encroaching darkness.
When he came to, he found himself in the prisonâs infirmary, cocooned in three heated blankets. Yet the warmth did little to pierce the deep, bone-chilling cold that gripped him. The need to piss gnawed at him, but even that seemed distant compared to the icy numbness that had taken hold.Â
âWelcome back to hell.âÂ
Sukuna raised his head from the pillows to find Uraume, the prisonâs doctor. They were also the only person he tolerated, and somewhat close to since he ended up in the infirmary more than once. He hoped they considered him a âsomethingâ after he killed a two-hundred pound guy for groping their ass in the cafeteria. How did he do it? He knew Uraume kept a pocket knife in their doctorâs coat and quickly swept it out and stuck it in the dickâs jugular.Â
âHow long have I been out for?â he asked, squirming his arm out of the blanket to rub his eyes.Â
âA day.âÂ
âWhat?â Sukuna pulled himself out of the blanket by wiggling around like the fucking worms his cell mate Toji liked to collect every time they went in the courtyard to play. Theyâre better company than your grouchy ass, he said once. âHow long was I in the ice box?âÂ
âBarely an hour.â Well, thatâs just pussy behaviour from him. âThey pulled you out before hypothermia killed you. What a way to die, am I right?â They chuckled, preparing some pills in a small disposable cup. âHere, take these. Theyâre nutrients.âÂ
âI could use actual food.â Sukuna downed them like a shot. God, he missed alcohol. âThat blue-eyed bitch restricted my meals for a week.âÂ
âFuck him.â Uraume took out a sandwich from their bag and threw it in Sukunaâs direction. âJust fake illness when youâre hungry. Iâm always here to feed my favourite dog.âÂ
Sukuna snorted. âGo to hell.âÂ
âAlready here.â Uraume clipped back their white hair with the back dyed red. Like someone smashed their head into the wall and the colour just bled to the sides. âOh, this came for you.â Â
Sukuna shoved the sandwich in his mouth and stretched his muscles before walking over, snatching the letter. It was already opened, a flimsy teddy-bear sticker hanging from the paper. âWhat the fuck is this?âÂ
âA letter.âÂ
âA letter? For me?âÂ
Uraume broke their attention from the computer to look at him. âRemember when you had me register you on that prison pen-pal bullshit after Toji received a pile of fan letters?â
Sukuna blinked.Â
He definitely remembered being jealous when Toji got a letter from an artist who drew herself naked on paper for him, and a shit ton more asking for his dick size or when heâll be out. Of course, Sukuna was envious of the attention. Plus, no one in prison made good company. He just wanted the taste of the outside world again after being locked in for five years now. Even if it was through ink on paper.Â
But then Sukuna looked down at his first ever letter torn open. âWhy is this open? Who read it?â If it was Satoru, he was going to rip his eyeballs from his sockets and feed it to Tojiâs pet worm.Â
âRelax. Theyâve got to identify if thereâs any substances attached to the paper, or any other shady shit. Whoever wrote to you is just a harmless nobody.âÂ
Sukuna frowned, bringing the letter up to his nose. It smelled like a plain envelope. No drugs, nothing.
He found purchase on the bed again, pulling out the folded paper and ironing the creases out on his leg. Here we go.
He began reading each word carefully.Â
A week went by since youâd mailed your letter to Sukuna Ryomen. A week of pure torture to hear something back from the criminal. Youâd relaxed on Sunday because the post offices are closed, but on Monday, you were at your mailbox, watching the mailman sort out letters and slip them through the boxes.Â
Once he left, you dashed to your box and flipped through the coupons, flyers, newslettersâ
Your breath hitched.Â
Everything dropped from your hand except the cream envelope with an address from the prison. You didnât care about reading it upstairs and quickly, yet carefully, tore it open from the side, reading the writing.Â
Trying to read it.Â
Sukuna had terrible handwriting. It made you giggle.Â
You leaned against the mailboxes and murmured the words written under your breath.Â
Hey, Y/N
I donât know how to start a letter since Iâve never written one so donât mind if I hurt your little feelings. Donât know if youâre aiming to entertain me or bore me to death with this âdear diaryâ bullshit. I thought Iâd get a nude, at the very least. Hell, Toji over hereâyeah, the bastard who was on the news last year with a thing for setting houses on fireâgets way better fan mail every week. Pictures, drawings, mostly nudes. And I get your whining about rent and cockroaches?
Look, I may be locked up, but Iâm giving you some advice here. Donât fuck your landlord. Youâve got one eye? Goodâuse it. Hell, thatâs already intimidating enough. Threaten the prick to call pest control, or better yet, trap those damn cockroaches and give him a taste. Stuff a few down his throat if he still doesnât take you seriously. People respect action, not whining.
Speaking of. One eye? Really? Now, howâd it happen? Was it torn out? Still got some sight in it, or is it just gone? Thatâs gangster. Hot, even. Iâd fuck a one-eyed chick. Maybe when Iâm out we can cross that off my bucket list. Nah, Iâm just playing with you.
Or maybe Iâm not.
Think on it.
Hate (in a friendly way),
Sukuna.
P.S. Yeah, I took out some satanist scum who tried kidnapping one of my peopleâs kids. But donât go thinking Iâm in with those freaks. Iâm just the Devil they wish they could be.
âWoah,â you breathed out, hugging the letter to your chest. This was it. This was what you were waiting for. A pull towards something real, something thrilling. Itâs all youâve been craving for eons now.Â
âWhatcha got there, sweetie?â The voice snapped you back, harsh as nails against glass. Your landlord had wandered out of his door on the first floor, wrapped in a faded bathrobe and gripping his mug like some king holding court. âMade a mess on my floor with your papers.â
âSorry,â you muttered, quickly tucking Sukunaâs letter back into its envelope and reaching down to gather the stray papers scattered on the floor. When you straightened, he was already in your space, close enough that the coffee on his breath made you flinch.
âExcuse meââ
âYouâre excused.â His smirk widened as he leaned in, his nose grazing your neck. The greasy warmth of his breath made bile rise to the back of your throat. âJust wanna take a little bite out of you.â
Sukunaâs advice echoed in your mind. Youâd neverâneverâthink of following through with his revolting insinuation. But letting this sleaze get away with treating you like this? No. Not anymore.
âStep away,â you commanded. âNow.â
He blinked, then chuckled, dismissive. âFeisty today, huh? Got a letter from your boyfriend in prison, sweetie?â How did he know that? Fuck. Did he go through your mail before it was deposited? âLet me guessâyou think heâs got your back now?â He leaned even closer, the stench of his laugh wafting in the air. âCome on, where's that one eye of yours aiming, sweetheart?â
âNext person who mentions my eye eats the dirt,â you snapped, every ounce of your resolve boiling up. âAnd as for what Iâve gotâitâs something way out of your league, old geezer. So get the hell back to your apartment, and call pest control now.âÂ
For a second, he was stunned, face going pale as your words sank in. But you could feel Sukunaâs thrill, his twisted approval in the back of your mind. Youâd tapped into something that wouldnât settle. But then, âWell, Iâll be damned. Someone put on their big girl panties.âÂ
Your jaw tightened as you held your ground, taking small breaths. Youâd rehearsed this moment in your head, picturing a confrontation that ended with him backing down. But things never went as planned with him.
âIâm not here to beg,â you said evenly. âBut Iâm not gonna let you walk all over me, either. I pay rent. Itâs your responsibility to keep this place livable.â
He snorted, raising his coffee mug and giving you a once-over that made your skin crawl.Â
âNot for free, sweetheart. Youâve gotta give me something worth my time.â His eyes travelled down your body.Â
Your pulse throbbed in your ears, but you squared your shoulders. âIâm already paying rent. Itâs your right to ensure your tenant's safety.â
His face darkened, lips curling into a bitter smile. âNot when that tenantâs acting like a spoiled little bitch.â And then, with a flick of his wrist, he launched the mugâs contents right at you.
You dodged, but a few hot droplets scorched your arm, leaving a raw sting that only fueled your anger. He laughed, shaking his head with a mocking scowl. âGet the fuck out of my sight before I kick you out on the streets.â
You didnât give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You turned on your heel, heading back upstairs with quick steps, forcing the tears back until you could lock the door behind you. Once inside, you slumped to the floor, breathing hard. The letter from Sukuna crackled beneath your hands, and you clutched it close to your chest, feeling the heat of humiliation turn into something fiercer, darker.Â
âDamn it,â you whispered to yourself, pushing back to your feet with renewed energy. You marched to your desk, grabbed your notebook and pen, and let the words pour out, hurried and jagged. If anyone would understand this kind of anger, it was himâthe one man whose entire life was carved from rage.
And this time, you wouldnât hold anything back.
âLetter for you, Ryomen.â
Sukuna dropped down from his top bunk, snatching the letter right out of the guardâs hand.
âFrom your girl?â Toji asked from across the table, flipping a card, halfway to beating Sukuna in Blackjack.
âNot my girl,â Sukuna grunted, tearing into the envelope. But still, he smirked as he unfolded your letter.
Hey, Sukuna.Â
Fuck my landlord to hell and back. I need you to know Iâd kill him if I could get away with it. Iâm trying to keep this âethicalâ so they donât cut off my letters, but letâs just, I hate the elderly. They should be rotting in retirement houses instead of owning properties and doing a shit job running them. That senile asshole threw hot coffee at me this morning. Burning. I nearly shattered the damn mug over his skull.
Sukunaâs eyes narrowed, his fingers squeezing the letter hard enough to crumple the edges.
And now heâs saying heâll kick me out, as if I have anything to pay him with. This place is a dump, anyway. I might hit up one of those shelters for women, maybe hop from couch to couch for a bit. My job at corner storeâs giving me scraps; itâs not nearly enough to get by. So yeah, you could say Iâm screwed.
And to answer your question about my eyeâyeah, Iâm blind in it. Got it from a real piece of work I used to call a boyfriend. He decided my face was fair game, and thought I could just live with it. But he's dead now. Overdosed last I heard from his brother. Good riddance, am I right?
Oh, and for that kink of yours you mentionedâsending my picture along with a little extra treat.Â
Hate (because Iâm about to go crazy here), Y/N
P.S. For all the things youâve done, I canât lieâthe world you talk about sounds safer than this one. Well, except for you committing the most heinous crimes.Â
Toji clicked his tongue. âLook at that dumbass grin on your face.â
âShut the fuck up,â Sukuna muttered, flipping the letter overâand there it was: a stick drawing of a woman lying on a bed, two messy circles for her chest, legs spread wide, and what looked like . . . well, he didnât need to guess. Sukuna went from grinning to outright laughing. âSheâs hilarious.â
âNot just that. Sheâs sexy as fuck,â Toji said, holding up a photo, ripped clean in half.
Sukunaâs eyes flashed. He swiped the photo and pieced it back together, cursing himself for tearing through the envelope like a brute. But as the two halves reconnected, he felt his pulse kick up, hard.
âWell, shit.â You were more than just beautiful. The way your hair fell, the curves of your body wrapped in that short black dress, standing under a streetlamp with the city lights glinting around you . . . But it was the smileâthe easy, teasing grinâthat really did it for him. âIâm definitely jerking off tonight.â Respectfully, of course.
âCan we get back to the game now, orââ
âFuck the game. Iâve got a letter to write.â And a plan brewing to get you out of that dump and right where he wanted you.
Your landlord was pronounced dead.Â
An ambulance had arrived early in the morning, around nine, waking up every tenant. You were one of them, groggy from your sleep, and all the crying youâd done from realising how high rent was these days.
Apparently, he had a heart-attack, said one of the residents.Â
He was eighty, said another.Â
You stuck to the back of the crowd as his body was wheeled out on the stretcher. How could he have died just five days after you sent your last letter to Sukuna? It couldnât have been him, could it? Maybe one of his associates? Given the manâs extensive criminal history, you suspected he had some serious connections.
As the crowd began to disperse a few minutes later, you joined them but didnât head upstairs. Instead, you made your way to the mailroom.
And luckily, Sukunaâs letter was present.Â
All he wrote was:Â
Youâre welcome.Â
Neutral,Â
Sukuna.Â
You broke out laughing, or crying. Whatever it was, it felt good. So good.Â
Hey, Sukuna!
These days, Iâm feeling calm. Really calm. Iâm sleeping well, eating better, even starting to enjoy work. Sometimes, Iâm scared itâll all get snatched away. By who? I donât know. Lifeâs been that way, though. Iâve lost so muchâmy parents, my friends, even my left eyesight. At one point, I lost my will to keep going. But I guess some part of me held on, believing a better day would come.
Turns out, those days are here. Who wouldâve thought a felon could make me feel less alone? I know it sounds crazy, but my lifeâs been full of surprises lately.
If you think you canât bring happiness to someone, Iâm here to tell you youâre wrong. Iâm genuinely happy, and itâs thanks to you. I already think of you as a friendâand I hope you think of me the same way. You donât get a choice in that, by the way.
Love (genuinely), Y/N
P.S. Iâd like to come visit you sometime soon.
Sukuna lowered the letter, his eyes settling on the wall where heâd pinned up your picture. âToji?â he called out, still staring at the photo.
Toji paused mid-pushup, raising an eyebrow. âWhat, bitch?â
Sukuna let out a low laugh, barely shaking his head as he spoke. âI think Iâm in love.â
Hello, Y/N.
When Iâm out in fifty years, Iâll give you a real surprise. And donât write me any more of that sentimental crap, alright? Save it for when you visit. Iâd rather hear it in person.
Hate (but maybe not so much), Sukuna
P.S. Youâre beautiful.
You pressed the letter to your chest, biting your lip as warmth spread across your cheeks, your face aching from how much you were smiling. It was officialâyou were falling for Sukuna Ryomen. Youâd have to look your absolute best for your visit. Just the thought of seeing him, hearing his voice, maybe even feeling his hand brush yours, made your heart race. Youâd kiss him if theyâd let you. And if they didnât? What could the guards do? Throw you in jail? Now that would be ironic.
But fifty years . . . Would you really wait fifty years for Sukuna to be released? How high was his bail, anyway, that even his hidden cash stash wasnât enough to cover it? He had to have some kind of pull with the right people, didnât he?
With a sigh, you grabbed a piece of paper and began to write your reply.
Sukuna,
Fifty years is a lifetime, donât you think?
Love, Y/N
Sukuna read the short note youâd sent, surprised by how much youâd poured into just a few lines. He noticed small, faded dots on the paperâtears, unmistakably yours. Youâd been crying, and it didnât sit right with him. His stomach tightened, but thankfully, heâd already secured your visit through Uraume, who handled it while Gojo was away.
Now, all that was left was seeing you.
He wondered how heâd keep his hands to himself after all the nights heâd spent memorising your picture, losing himself in thoughts of you. Every night before sleep, every morning when he woke, every time Toji was out cold and couldnât hear Sukunaâs barely-stifled groans as he imagined you were there. God, he wanted to steal you away.Â
The day of your visit finally came. Sukuna was led to the visitor room, wrists cuffed, flanked by two guards. He hadnât set foot in this room since a couple of his associates had visited months back with updates on the family business and Yujiâs latest fiascos. Theyâd kept everything running despite his brotherâs mess-ups, and Sukuna owed them.
He glanced down at his hands. Fifty years. Heâd been scheming for a way out since he first set foot in here, but now, with you in the picture, the urge to escape was relentless. Bail was twenty million. Even if he could scrounge it up, he doubted he could get it done without tipping off the wrong people. No, his only real option was breaking out.
âSukuna.â
A soft voice pulled his head up slowly. He couldnât remember the last time his name was spoken with such warmth.Â
âY/N.â
He shot up from his seat, his eyes flicking to the guards stationed in the corner before letting himself drink you in. You looked stunningâa soft sundress, hair delicately curled, makeup enhancing every curve and angle of your face. His gaze lingered on your eyes, marvelling at the contrast: one foggy, hazy, while the other was bright and striking. A smirk pulled at his mouth, but he softened it for you.Â
âHey,â he whispered, the one word holding more emotion than heâd ever admit, especially with witnesses around.
âHi,â you whispered back, eyes lowering down his muscled body, the pattern tattoos like rings around his wrist and with the first three buttons of his jumpsuit unbuttoned, you found the top of the rings on his pecs as well. His light-pink hair was brushed down, the tendrils poking his reddish-brown eyes. A peculiar colour. âHi.â
He smiled. âYou already said that, baby.âÂ
Baby. Gosh, you were even more nervous now.Â
âThey said I canât shake your hand.â You looked at the cuffs on his wrists and tossed a glare at the guards. âOr hands.âÂ
âFuck them.â Sukuna sat down and you followed. âYouâre stunning.âÂ
You blushed. âThank you.âÂ
âNot gonna compliment me back?â His deep voice was cocky, smug. You loved it.Â
âYouâre handsome and you know it.âÂ
âI sure do.âÂ
You chuckled and Sukuna watched you with a soft expression. âThanks for . . . you know.âÂ
He understood the words you mouthed and smiled. âA little Ricin never hurt anyone.â
âHow did you pull it off?â
His eyebrow arched in surprise. âJust because Iâm stuck in this hellhole doesnât mean Iâve lost everyoneâs respect out there. Blood is thicker than water in my clanâexcept when it comes to my nephew. I just want to drain it out of him.â
Your own smile faltered. âWell . . . Iâd like to have coffee with you. But fifty years, Sukuna, is too long.âÂ
He sighed. âI know.âÂ
âIsnât there any way to get you out?âÂ
Sukuna saw the longing on your face and wanted nothing more than to hold it in his hands and stare at you for hours. He just couldnât believe you were real. He wouldâve killed you if you were cat-fishing him. âI really want to touch you,â he whispered instead. He did. He really fucking did.Â
You pinched your lips in a smile. âMe, too.âÂ
Sukuna placed his hands on the table and grabbed both of yours. They were so soft and small. He wanted to kiss each finger. Knuckle. Vein.
âHands off, Ryomen,â the guard warned. He didnât relent, and simply winked at you. âI said hands off.âÂ
âFuck you,â Sukuna spat back.Â
âVisitâs over.â The pair of guards pried Sukuna away, making you reach out for him with a protest.Â
âIâll see you this weekend.â Sukuna winked and let the guards drag him away.Â
You sat stunned before the officers escorted you out of the visiting room and apologised on his behalf.Â
When the weekend finally rolled around, you found yourself standing at the prison gates once more, entering alongside a pair of guards.
Waiting by the visitor room was a towering figure with straight silver hair and striking blue-eyes. You got a closer look at the badgeâSatoru Gojo. Youâve read the name in one of Sukunaâs letters complaining about him.
âY/N. What a pleasant surprise,â he greeted, waving away the guards and pressing a hand on your back, leading you down the opposite direction.Â
âWe can chat another time, officer. Iâve got to meet Sukuââ
âHe can wait. Prison teaches a man patience. Heâs got fifty more years left. Plenty to visit then.â Gojo opened the door and guided you inside. The shutting made your shoulders flinch. The lock clicking had dread pooling in your stomach. âSit. Would you like anything to drink?âÂ
You eyed the dark setting bathed in a golden light from a corner lamp. There was a cart with a decanter set and a mini-fridge to the right. A bookshelf and a wardrobe on the left. âIâm fine, thank you.âÂ
Gojo shrugged and poured himself whiskey before taking his seat behind his table. You sat opposite him. âSo, whatâs your relationship with my favourite prisoner?âÂ
You blinked. âUh, weâre just pen-pals.âÂ
âLying to a police officer is a serious offence.âÂ
âIâm telling the truth,â you said. âWeâre strictly pen-pals.âÂ
âIâve read your letters to know that isnât true, Princess. So unless you want to sit there and lie to my fucking face, I suggest you start using that mouth for good and tell me the goddamn truth.â He slammed his glass down, but his face remained smiling with false politeness.Â
You felt suffocated in the office, eyes darting left and right for anything sharp in case he tried some other method to get you to talk.Â
âIâve been in this field for a decade now to know when someone is hiding something from me,â Gojo continued, taking a leisure sip from his drink. âI have a file on you, Y/N. Youâre an only child, with no proper education or a stable job. Youâre one bad decision away from being trafficked. Youâre submissive, a follower, who if went missing, no one would look for.â Tears welled your eyes at his words. âAnd I know that bastardâs the reason youâre still living in that dump you call home.âÂ
That was the last nail in the coffin.Â
âIâve been following you since your first letter,â he said quietly. âYou think I donât know what youâre up to? Oh, Princess, you couldnât be any more wrong.â He stood up and rounded his way to you.Â
You quickly scrambled out of your seat. âPlease. I donât know anything. IâI donâtâSukunaâs a friend, yes, but Iâm not involved in any of his criminal activities.âÂ
âFriend?â Gojo spat out. âThat man is the last person youâd ever want as your friend.â He stalked forward and you retracted. âHeâs committed more crimes in his lifetime than any other man. Heâs killed half the people in this country, extorted money from politicians, burned down houses for fun, and killed my father!â He grabbed the collars of your dress and slammed you back into his wardrobe door. A cry ripped from your throat. âAnd you, a nobody, has the audacity to call that fucker a friend? Sweetheart, youâre just a ploy, a pawn, a time-pass for him. A hole to warm his cock in.â A sardonic chuckle. âThatâll never happen since he isnât getting out anytime soon. But, hey, maybe I can prepare you for him.âÂ
Your breath quickened, a whimper slipping past your lips. âHow does that make you any better than him?âÂ
Gojo smiled and brushed his lips over your ears. âBecause I have the power to get away with it.âÂ
Your eyes, frightened and flickering, dragged up to his blue-ones.Â
In the blink of an eye, you slapped him across the face, taking him by complete surprise and broke free from his hands. He leaped towards you as you unlocked the door and ran out and down the hall, shouting for help.Â
A pair of officers turned the corner.Â
âHelp, please!â You fell into the arms of one of them. âPlease, heâs going to hurt me!âÂ
âWho?â one asked with concern.Â
âSatoru Gojo!âÂ
They exchanged a look and briskly turned away, leaving you standing. Their spines straightened as Gojo walked down the hallway, flattening a hand down his chest. The duo saluted him and walked away with their heads down.Â
Your heart sank.Â
You had no power here.Â
âI told you, Princess,â Gojo purred, prowling towards you, âthis is my domain.âÂ
You cried out and ran towards the visitorâs room. The door knob was locked and could only be opened with a keycard. âHelp!â You slammed your palms on the surface. âPlease, someone! Helpâah!âÂ
Gojo gripped the back of your hair and pulled you from the door. âPerfect timing, actually. Iâd like to see the look on Ryomenâs face before I split his woman on my cock.â He swiped the card and opened the door, pushing you inside but controlling you with the grip he had on your head.Â
Sukuna was already standing and enraged, held back by two guards who struggled. He mustâve heard your helpless cries. You wish he didnât have to. âLet her go, Gojo!âÂ
âOh, I will,â said Gojo, âas soon as Iâm done with her.âÂ
Sukuna growled, thrashing against his restraints. âYou fucking prick, Iâm gonna tear you in half if you touch her!âÂ
âLike this?â Gojo squeezed your left breast and laughed.Â
Sukuna elbowed one of the guards in his nose, momentarily seeking freedom to hit the other. Hope blossomed in your chest as he fought them off and made his way towards you.Â
Gojo chuckled and pulled out his gun, shooting Sukuna in the leg. You jumped with a scream as he fell to the floor, clutching his thigh. âAll this chaos for a common whore,â he muttered. âCome on, Princess. Letâs put you to good use.âÂ
âNo, please!â You shouted as he dragged you away. âSukuna, no! Sukuna!âÂ
âY/N.â Sukuna reached his arm out, his hand curling into a fist and falling defeatedly onto the floor. âDonât hurt her, please.â His face was squeezed in pain, as the guards kept him pinned to the floor. âPlease! Donât fucking hurt herââÂ
The door closed shut, and the last sight before your eyes was Sukuna crying.Â
Sukuna hadnât heard from you in over a month.Â
Heâd also spend the month in the infirmary after Uraume did an extensive surgery on his leg. It hadnât hit a vital artery. He believed Satoruâs aim was calculated to keep him alive. To continue letting him suffer.Â
Sukuna also went quiet. He hadnât spoken a single word to anyone except murmuring to himself. He read back on your letters, slept with the papers under his pillow, if he slept at all.Â
Every morning, afternoon, night, in and out of his dry sleep, he was plotting a way to get out of this hell and find you. Would you even want to see him? Would you even care? Were you even alive? Heâd dragged you into his mess, put you in danger, and fell into Satoruâs disgusting trap.Â
âYou need to eat something, Sukuna,â Uraume advised as they have been since his injury. They placed the tray in front of him. âAt least eat the yogurt.âÂ
Were you eating? Were you still living in his house? Were you alive? That question rang in his head again.Â
âFor fucks sake.â Uraume brought forth a stool and sat next to his bed, staring at the side of his face. âWhat the hell do you want to do?âÂ
He wanted to kill Satoru first. Then escape with Toji since he was the only bastard he trusted in this place. Then find you and run away from the law as far as possible. It was a simple plan that required efficiency.Â
âAre you gonna talkââÂ
Sukuna shoved the tray aside, the food falling onto the floor. He was irritated by the questions outside and inside of his head. âI need to find her,â he mumbled to himself. âI need to know if sheâs alive.â Please, baby, please be alive.Â
âEverything all right in here, doc?â One of the guards stationed outside the door asked with his head peering through the door.Â
Sukuna stared at him, then went back to Uraume. They met his eyes with their blank stare. They scanned down his body, to his injured leg, then back to his head.Â
A sigh left them. âNo,â they replied. âDo you mind helping me clean up the mess?âÂ
Sukuna gritted his jaw as the guard walked in, closing the door and crouching down, grumbling curses at Sukuna. Uraume stood from their stool and made their way to the cabinet, pulling out a syringe and a small vial.Â
Sukuna's eyes lightened, spine straightening. A smile curved at his lip as they flicked the droplets from the tip of the injection and walked over, making small-talk about the weather.Â
Suddenly, Uraume jabbed the needle into the officerâs neck and pushed down the plunger. He fell to his side, clutching his neck and staring up at them as they shrugged. Sukuna watched with pure delight as his body began to convulse, foam gathering at this mouth and dripping from the side.Â
Then he stopped.Â
âHeâs dead,â Uraume said before Sukuna could ask. âWorks the night shift so you wonât have a problem running into anyone else. Change into his clothes. Iâll drive.â They walked away to grab a face mask.Â
âWhy?â asked Sukuna.Â
Uraume sighed, head dropping. âBecause I fucking hate it here.âÂ
Sukuna was definitely going to hire them once he killed his Gojo, and his nephew.Â
He quickly changed into the officerâs clothes, giving him a hard kick in the stomach that had Uraume rolling their eyes.Â
Sukuna followed behind as they led the way. âLetâs take Toji.â
âWhy?â they asked. âThatâs a hassle.âÂ
âJust feel bad.âÂ
âAnd when did you start feeling guilt?â Uraume easily slipped past the security gate, waving to the officer who was busy on his phone.Â
âI donât know,â he said, smiling because he knew. Sure, youâd only touched him once, but your letters were what truly began to change him. Just the other day, heâd lost a round of blackjack, stacking his debt to Toji by a million, and instead of knocking the guy out cold, Sukuna shook hands and called it a âgood game.â âOn second thought, letâs leave him here for the time being.â Until he got his money in check.Â
Once they settled into Uraumeâs car, Sukuna quickly discarded the officer's cap, tie, and badges. Uraume entered your address from the letters, and they drove in silence for the next thirty minutes.
When they arrived, the building matched your description: shitty.
Uraume stopped Sukuna before he could leap out of the car. They scanned the street for any signs of police presence. âGo. Iâll wait here.âÂ
Sukuna nodded and dashed out of the car, walking inside the apartment. There was no buzzer system, which meant anyone could stroll in, armed and dangerous. This was a problem. He needed to get you out of here and into one of his safe housesâa hidden place even his bastard nephew didnât know about.
He hurried up the emergency stairwell to the tenth floor, slightly winded by the time he reached door 1090.
This was it.
With his hands gripping the edges of the door, he hunched forward, heart racing. Please, be alive.
Finally, he knocked.
He chewed the shit out of his bottom lip, hissing impatiently through his teeth. âCome on, Y/N.â He knocked again, his impatience boiling over. âItâs me, Sukuna! Please, open the door.â He pounded harder, fear creeping in with each passing second. The Sukuna Ryomen was . . . scared. âGoddammit!â
âSukuna . . .?âÂ
He halted mid-breakdown and turned slowly, his heart dropping at the sight of you standing there with two bags of groceries. You looked so fragile, your complexion pale, and the radiance he remembered from your visit had completely vanished.
The grocery bags slipped from your hands and fell to the ground.
In an instant, you both rushed toward each other, and he lifted you off the ground effortlessly. You wrapped your arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably as he buried his hand in the back of your hair, inhaling the comforting scent of your body wash.
âItâs okay, baby,â he whispered. âItâs okay, Iâm here.â His eyes were directed straight ahead, and he was shaking. Terribly. âIâm here, sweetheart.âÂ
You pulled back, cradling his face in your small hands. Gently, you brushed aside his dark, mink-like hair, tracing the tattoos on his skin with your fingertips. âYouâre alive,â you whispered, overwhelmed by relief. You couldnât help but touch him, and he simply smiled, allowing you the closeness. âGod, youâre alive. Sukunaâyouâre really alive. How?â
âOf course, I am. I just needed to know you were alive,â he replied, his hands enveloping your cheeks. âWhere did you go? Why did you stop writing to me?â
Your face went blank. âWhat do you mean?â Â
âYour letters. You stopped writing to me.âÂ
âThey . . .â Your voice cracked. âThey told me you were sentenced to death.âÂ
He was taken back. âWhat the fuck?â Â
Realisation dawned upon you. The second time you visited Sukuna, Satoru had literally dragged you out of the station, kicking you out the doors. Heâd threatened to take you to his office next time, but since he had a meeting with officials that day, heâd reluctantly let you go. That didnât stop you from sending countless letters, pouring your heart out until, two weeks later, you finally received a notification from the police station. Sukuna had been sentenced to death by lethal injection and was no longer alive. Youâd cried for days on end. You imagined he had been cremated and reduced to ashes, stored away somewhere. The thought shattered you. For an entire month, you couldnât bring yourself to leave your house.
Until tonight.Â
And he was here. Sukuna was here. He was alive.Â
âY/N,â he murmured, his thumb gently brushing the area below your sightless eye. âLetâs head inside, alright?â
You nodded, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his wrist. He held your hand tightly while using his other arm to carry your grocery bags. Once you reached your apartment, you opened the door and locked it securely. The deadbolt you had installed was a precaution against Satoru, just in case he showed up.
âIâm so happy youâre alââÂ
Sukuna kissed you before the words could leave your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning from the taste of his lips, the taste youâd been craving for months now. He didnât allow you to breathe, didnât pull away. You both stood there in the alcove, kissing for minutes, clinging to each other. He cupped the back of your head and drew apart from your lips, peppering kisses over your face, especially your foggy eye.Â
âI donât want to fuck you, baby,â he whispered in your ear. âI want to make love to you. For hours.â Your grip tightened in his shirt. âThen I need you to pack everything in a bag and run away with me.âÂ
âRun away?â You searched his dark-reddish eyes. âRun away where?â
His knuckles grazed your wet cheek. âSomewhere not even God can find us.â
You swallowed hard. âTheyâll send out a manhunt, Sukuna. What if we get caught? What if they take youââ
He cut you off with a kiss. âNo one is going to take me away from you. Do you get that?â His strong fingers moved through your hair. âIâd turn this world to dust before that happens.â
Your insides melted from the threat. âTake me,â you murmured over his lips. He kissed you. âTake me everywhere, anywhere, wherever, as long as itâs with you.âÂ
Sukuna lifted you effortlessly, carrying you like a bride as he kicked open your bedroom door. He set you down on the bed, then began stripping off his clothes, revealing the geometric tattoos that marked his thighs and torso. You were caught off guard by how quickly he moved, fumbling to take off your sweater and jeans. By the time you looked back at him, he was already naked, and your gaze dropped to what you could only describe as a gloriously, long erection.Â
âWoah,â you whispered, feeling your mouth go dry. âYouâre abnormally big.âÂ
âYou can take it.â He leaned over you, tearing your panties without a second thought. Before you could protest about them being your favorite pair, he spread your legs and went down on you. âOh, my godâSukunaâwaitââ
âWaited too long,â he growled, his mouth finding your clit as he buried his nose between your wet folds. He nipped, licked, and bit, his tongue plunging deep into you, creating messy sounds that filled the air. You couldn't form words or catch your breath, gripping the roots of his hair tightly.
When you came like a flood, Sukuna lifted your hips, making sure not a single drop of you was lost to the sheets. He let out loud, deep moans as he sloppily lapped at your sensitive cunt.
He wiped his glistening mouth with his fingers and then pressed them against your lips. You eagerly sucked on his warm, thick digits, noting the lustrous glint in his eyes. He pulled his fingers out abruptly. âSuck my cock.âÂ
Suck his what?Â
You looked down and saw him leaking at the tip. You clenched your legs, unsure. He wanted you to take that into your mouth?
You licked your lips, managing to kneel while he stood before you. He took hold of himself, rubbing the tip against your lips. You instinctively flicked your tongue out to taste him, causing him to flinch. âSorryââ
âDonât apologize.â He seemed to enjoy it. âJust take it in your mouth.â
You nodded, wrapping your fingers around his hot, veiny length. You opened your jaw as wide as you could and slowly took him in. His head fell back, and he engulfed your face with his palms. Your performance was mediocre, and yet he was entertained.
His tip pressed against the back of your throat, making you pull back to cough. He laughed softly, brushing your cheek with his hand.
âCome on, baby. You need to get used to it.â
âIâve never done this before,â you replied, your voice shaky as you reached for him again.
âStick your tongue out.â
You took a deep breath and extended your tongue. He rested the head of his cock on it and started to move his hips slowly.
Slowly, you took him in, feeling his satisfaction as he gently rocked his hips back and forth. He tasted warm and a little salty, and you found your hand wandering between your legs, seeking some relief.
âIâm going to pick up the pace, alright, baby?â
You nodded in response.
âDonât be embarrassed if you choke,â he said, hooking a stray lock behind your ear. âItâll just make me come faster.â
With that, he thrust deeper, and you gripped his hips tightly, struggling to catch your breath. He noticed and pulled back slightly to give you a moment, but it was brief before he pushed back in again. âYouâre taking me so well, baby. Fuck.â His movements became more feverish, and you felt the pressure building as you choked and gagged, saliva escaping at the corners of your mouth. âFuck, Iâm gonna come. Iâm gonna come down your throat.âÂ
You tapped his leg, shaking your head.
âNo?â He smirked. âYou donât want me to come down your throat?â
You shook your head again and pointed between your legs.
In an instant, Sukuna pulled out. He flipped you onto your chest, lifting your ass up in the air. Without a second thought, he thrust himself deep inside you, and you cried out his name into the pillow.
He felt so full, so thick, pushing into you with a force that made your breath hitch. It was everything you neededâso good, so fucking good. âFuck, youâre tight,â he groaned. He filled you completely, driving into you with a fast rhythm that left you moaning, completely lost in the pleasure.
Your nails clawed at the sheets as his thick tip pressed against your womb, punctuated by the stinging slaps of his hands against your ass. He showered you with a blend of sweet and dirty wordsââgood fucking girl,â âcock slut,â âso perfect and tight,â âlittle whoreââand you pushed back, needing him deeper and deeper.
Sukuna released a torrent of warm cum inside you, still driving his hips against you, holding you securely by the waist. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through you, and he pulled out, flipping you onto your back. He bent your knees, driving himself back inside without hesitation. How was he still so hard?
Your hands cupped his flushed, beautiful face, a lazy smile stretching across both your lips. Sukuna leaned in, kissing you deeply before trailing his lips down to your neck while his hand found its way to your breast. âIâm not on birth control anymore, you know?â
âGood.â He pulled back to meet your gaze. âAnd donât even think about getting back on it.â
âBut we canât afford the risk, Sukuââ
âI love you,â he said, his grip firm on your jaw. Everything inside you exploded. âI love you, baby. I love you so fucking much that Iâll take every fucking risk.â
You moaned softly as he came again, your trembling fingers brushing against his lips. âI love you, too.â He kissed your fingertips, a promise in every touch. âIâll take every risk with you.â
âFuck yeah you will.â He didnât pull out, his eyes locked on yours. âStarting with putting a baby in you.â
You happily accepted your fate.
Sukuna pulled the trigger, shooting another police officer in the back of his head. The sound of the gunfire mixed with the blaring sirens, echoing through the flickering lights of the corridorsâa devious melody composed just for him. He chuckled low, the corners of his mouth pulling up in a grin as another officer lunged out, attempting to stop himâpathetic. A single shot rang out, and the man crumpled like paper.
The path to Satoruâs office was a long one, and the bodies he left sprawled out in his wake were only a brief distraction from the task at hand. He had things to do today, after all.
Another officer stumbled into view, eyes wide, panic evident. He didnât stand a chance. Sukuna barely glanced at him as he fired, stepping over the man as he slumped against the wall. Blood splattered his shoes, but it was hardly the worst stain on his day.
You were going to be pissed. He could practically hear the biting tone, the disappointed scowl thatâd meet him the moment he finally made it to Maiâs first birthday party. Sukuna scoffed as he shot a bullet straight through a door that dared open near him, knocking down yet another obstacle.
But this was necessary. He needed to do this.
Free Toji. Kill Gojo. And then, eventually, deal with his meddling nephew. Everything would finally align, and maybeâjust maybeâhe could stop all this. For you. For your daughter. Â
Satoruâs office was close now. He could smell the antiseptic scent of the door, the false air of authority that seemed to reek from it. He cocked his gun, steeling himself. Because when he was done hereâwhen heâd finally finished what heâd startedâheâd make it up to you.
Or so he told himself, as another officer charged and met the floor with a hole in his skull.
Sukuna didnât bother with the doorknob. He slammed his boot into the door, sending it splintering inward with a loud crack. The office was stripped bare; Satoruâs usual pile of clutter, the irritating stench of his cologneâgone. Only the dust of where things once sat remained on the shelves and desk.
The bastard had fled.
Sukunaâs jaw clenched as he surveyed the room. Gojo knew he was coming and had bolted like a coward hours ago. He pulled his lighter from his pocket, flipping it open with a flick of his thumb, the small flame dancing aglow. Without a second thought, he stepped to the heavy, pretentious curtains Gojo insisted on, pressing the flame to the thick fabric. It caught quickly, embers licking up and curling black around the edges as the fire took hold, consuming Satoruâs last pathetic hold on this place.
He turned and walked out, ignoring the smoke that was already billowing into the hall. The prison alarm was still blaring, red lights flashing down the cold corridors as he made his way to the cells. Every so often, heâd pause, assessing the prisoner cowering behind bars. Rapists, pedophiles, molesters, abusers, killers of innocent livesâhe moved on from them. But when he found those who didnât quite repulse him, he took a single shot at their lock, releasing them in a stream of confused, wary freedom.
As he approached the far end of the corridor, a familiar sight greeted himâhis old cell. And standing behind those hard, metal bars, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, was Toji.
âDidnât think youâd come back to this hellhole,â Toji remarked.Â
âNot for long,â Sukuna replied, levelling his gun at the lock. He fired once, the lock shattering as the cell door swung open.Â
Toji stepped out of his cell, took one look around, then paused. âHold up.â
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, watching as the man crouched beside a loose brick in the wall. With a wry smile, he pulled out an old, scratched-up plastic bottle with a wriggling, sickly-looking worm inside. He tapped the side of the bottle, making the creature twist and writhe. âAlmost forgot my little friend here.â
Sukuna barked a short laugh. âYouâre out of your damn mind.â
Alarms blared louder as they navigated the winding corridors and ran past prisoners surging toward freedom. Some guards tried to block the path, but they were quickly swept aside by Sukunaâs bullets and Tojiâs fists. By the time they hit the outer gates, the entire prison was pandemonium, prisoners scattering into the open like ants from a burning nest.
Outside, a sleek, black car idled just past the gate. Uraume sat coolly behind the wheel, watching the stampede of convicts with bored detachment. As they approached, Uraume rolled down the window, glancing at them with their nose slightly crinkled.
âI could smell you two from a mile away,â they said dryly, eyes flicking to the stains of blood on their clothes. âMaybe next time, schedule a prison massacre that doesnât fall on your daughterâs birthday?â
âJust drive,â Sukuna replied, sliding into the backseat with Toji following. Toji glanced at Uraume with a quick nod, still keeping a light hold on his bottle, the worm twisting inside.
âWelcome back to the real world, Fushiguro,â they said, starting the car as they drove off into the night.
The road stretched long and dark, winding into the depths of a thick forest. The further they drove, the thicker the trees became, their branches curving overhead to cast everything in shadows. The road narrowed into a rugged trail, overgrown and wild. Uraume navigated it deftly, until at last, the forest opened up, and they could see the soft glimmer of moonlight on the water beyond.
Perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean stood their safe houseâa dark brick estate against the endless stretch of water. Waves crashed against the rocks far below, the scent of salt and sea heavy in the air.
Sukuna looked at the house, then at Tojiâs surprised face.
âThis is where youâve been hiding for the two years?â he asked as soon as they were out of the car.Â
âNot for long if I fuck this up.â Sukuna slipped in through the garage, keeping his steps light. He had just one goal at this moment: reach the shower before you spotted the blood streaked on his clothes and the smell of gunpowder clinging to him.Â
But as he shut the door, there you were, arms crossed, eyes sharp as they landed on him.
âSukuna,â you started, an edge in your tone that he recognized all too well. âDo you have any idea what day it is? Look at you; you're a mess!â You gestured at the dark stains on his shirt and his unmistakable smirk.
Instead of trying to dodge the lecture, he listened, that faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched you, soaking in each scolding word. You were the one person who never held back with him, and it made something dangerous in him soften, something in him settle. âI know, baby,â he replied, pecking your cheek. âBut Iâm here now, arenât I?â
âBarely,â you replied, sighing, though you couldnât quite hide the relief in your voice. You glanced over his shoulder. âToji, Uraumeâitâs good to see you both.â
Uraume gave a slight bow, a wry smile still tugging at their lips, while Toji just gave you a quick nod.
You waved a hand, turning back to the kitchen. âBoth of you boysâshower, now. I wonât have the two of you smelling like a prison while Iâm trying to decorate my daughterâs cake. Go on!â
Toji gave Sukuna a knowing look and shrugged, as if to say, Sheâs right. Sukuna shot him a warning look, then followed up the stairs, chuckling under his breath as he imagined how youâd cornered him like this.Â
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped out of the shower, cleaned up, feeling far lighter as he tugged on a fresh shirt and came downstairs, catching the scent of the dinner youâd prepared.Â
He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple. You rolled your eyes but couldnât hide the small smile that melted your anger as he pulled you close.
âGojo got away,â he murmured. âHe knew I was coming, and he ran like the coward he is. But Iâll find him. And Iâll make him pay for what he did to you. I swear it.â
You paused, looking up into his eyes, your hand settling on his cheek. âI know you will, Sukuna. But donât miss the important things here. Weâre whatâs important now, not just revenge.â
The words took root in him, grounding him, but that flicker of rage still danced in his eyes. He pulled you close, pressing his forehead to yours. âIâll never let him touch us again. I promise you that.âÂ
Just as you leaned in for another kiss, Sukuna heard the faint sound of your daughter stirring awake from her nap on the living room floor. Maiâs soft little whimpers broke the roomâs quiet. Instinctively, he abandoned your kiss, his attention snapping to her as he practically floated over to where she was squirming in her pink dress, rubbing her tiny fists over her eyes.
âThereâs my girl,â he murmured, scooping her up with all the gentleness he could muster. Her sleepy eyes blinked open, and he was rewarded with that toothy little grin sheâd recently mastered, one that brought an uncharacteristic softness to his entire face. He pressed a cascade of kisses on her cheeks, nose, foreheadâanywhere he could reach. âLook at you, sweetheart. All dressed up for your birthday, huh? The prettiest girl in the world.â
You laughed softly from the kitchen, watching as Sukuna held her close, stepping into an impromptu waltz around the living room, his steps surprisingly skilled. She squealed in delight, her small hands reaching up to his face as he spun her around. Even Toji, who had just come down from the shower, stopped in his tracks at the sight, a rare, amused smile tugging at his mouth.
Sukuna glanced up, catching Tojiâs presence, and with a proud smirk said, âToji, meet my daughter, Mai. Sheâs already got more spirit than most of the people you and I have met.â
Toji stepped forward, studying your daughter. He reached out a hand, and she looked at him with wide eyes, inspecting him with her natural, innocent curiosity. âShe looks like trouble. Must take after her old man.âÂ
âHer mother, mostly,â Sukuna said in your direction, bouncing her lightly. âSheâs going to have a whole world to handle, with us around.â
In the background, Uraume was setting the table, their usual precision in each movement. They threw Sukuna a blank look, brushing off their hands. âNow that the tableâs set, if youâd all just take your seats, maybe we can have a peaceful birthday dinner without the talk of blood and violence for once.â
Sukuna chuckled, shooting them a dry look before turning back to his daughter. Holding Mai close, he took a seat at the head of the table with you beside him. He looked around, taking in the sightâthe cake youâd just set down, the quiet chatter as Uraume and Toji exchanged comments, and his daughter babbling in his lap, still pawing at his face with sticky fingers.
For the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt peace.Â
The âHappy Birthdayâ song had been sung, candles blown out, cake shared, and Toji had crashed in the guest room, completely knocked out. Uraume, too, was resting in another room, finally allowing herself a few hours of sleep.
In your bed, the soft rise and fall of your daughterâs tiny breaths filled the space between you and Sukuna. She slept peacefully between you both, tiny fingers curled into fists as she dreamed. But you and Sukuna were both wide awake, eyes locked on each other in the moonlight. His hand drifted up, fingertips brushing your cheek.Â
âDo you remember my first letter?â you asked.
A smirk began at his lips. âYou mean the diary entry about the cockroaches in your kitchen and how you thought seducing your landlord was a better solution than paying rent?â
You laughed, covering your mouth to keep quiet, not wanting to wake your baby. He loved that laughâthe way it sounded like music only he got to hear.
âOr how no one with one functioning eye could ever be taken seriously romantically,â he added. âDebunked, by the way.â
Your laugh softened, and you looked at him with a smile that held a thousand memories. âDo you remember the last thing I wrote?â
âThe part about Satanism?â
You laughed again, the sound bubbling up and melting into the dark. And as he listened, he couldnât help but chuckle alongside, his thumb tracing along your cheek, taking in the moment like he was trying to memorise it.
You took a breath, glancing down before meeting his eyes again. âI said I was lonely as hell, remember?â Sadness wove into your words. âAnd . . . I was. Back then, I thought no one could ever really understand me. Until you did.â
Sukuna shook his head. âYou were never meant to be alone, baby,â he murmured. âNot then, not ever. Not while Iâm here.â
You swallowed, heart catching as you looked at the life youâd built, the fragile happiness that now lay nestled between you both. âIâm just . . . scared sometimes,â you admitted. âIâm scared of losing this. Of losing you. I donât know if I could protect what we have.â
âWeâll protect it together,â Sukuna affirmed. âNothing will take this from us. Not while Iâm still breathing.â He leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was deep, reassuring, exactly like the one heâd give you when youâd sealed your vows. When he pulled back, you met his eyes, a soft smile tugging at your mouth.Â
âI love you, Sukuna,â you whispered, fingers brushing his sharp jaw. âGenuinely, your wife.â
He took them and gave a kiss to the tips. âAnd I love you most, baby. Genuinely, your husband.âÂ
Moments later, your eyes drifted shut, your breathing evening out as you finally slipped into sleep. But Sukuna stayed awake, his gaze never leaving you, or your daughter.Â
This was the family heâd fought and bled for, the life heâd killed to create. And yet, an unsettling undercurrent of unfinished business tugged at his nerves. But tonight, he forced it away, just for a while.Â
For now, there was no room for anything but the second chance heâd been given.
Genuinely, by you.
#my heart was racing#you have no idea#i hate gojo in this#he deserves to die a painful death#jjk#jjk x reader#sukuna jjk#sukuna ryoumen x reader#sukuna x reader
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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters đ
get your own print here â€ïž
#do you ever cry while touching your pinky to a strand of your besties unruly hair#I call this aesthetic âwarm angstâ :'D#geto taking the pining to the next level#I imagine this takes place after the big village event#but before gojo finds out about it#just geto taking a moment to say his farewell to the life as he knew it#christmas present for my satosugu obsessed buddy @kymsys who lovingly made me read the manga at gunpoint. I hate you (affectionately) â€ïž#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#satosugu#stsg#satosugu fanart#stsg fanart#gojo satoru#geto suguru#jjk fanart#anime#fanart#digital art#art#artwork#gojo fanart#geto fanart
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I don't want to regret the way I lived
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#yuji itadori#gojo satoru#nobara kugisaki#nanami kento#choso kamo#junpei yoshino#jjk leaks#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#this idea started as a 2 part series . then my braincells decided to spark and supplied 7 PAGES#'did you sleep hina' no#ws looking up mentally stable things like 'who has died in jjk' smh i love my hyperfixation media im sooooo glad so many ppl r DEAD#i *could* have included more ppl but i think this is a good crew. this is a yuuji emotional support crew#also Was gna include his grandpa final panel but i Did Not Want To#he is implied through th dialogue#side note i donot like how i cn see this scenario playing out . ..yuuji this isnt ur stop u r monopoly voice Just Visiting ok >:(#anyway I broke my own heart with this and ik i hyped it up a lot but i hope that its not just me...#hope i did not hype it up fr nothing and no one else finds it devastating :((((( that would b humbling in the worst way#pls ...join the happy party train.......i hate it here i suffered pls :<<<<#also !!!! colours in this !! i cooked i fear . adding th first bit of warm hitting yuuji's face after th first 2 panels....#ive never had that kind of experience while drawing before it was wild . painful ! but wild.#the whole transition from p 2->3 might b the most emotionally moving piece ive ever made to me#not 2 sing my own praises tho i will shut up ! i wil. nap
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things you do that makes him go crazy (mature content! 18+)
just finished a spicy book and idk what came over me, suddenly wrote this w a high ass adrenaline. and yes itâs not proofread :p
gojo satoru maintaining eye contact with him while making out drives this man to the brink of salvation. he goes insane because of it. your arms locked around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as you press your lips to his. âif i didnât know any better, iâd say youâre asking for more knowing i wouldnât deny it sweet girlâ
geto suguru ride! his! abs! he loves to watch you fall apart just by riding his abs. the sounds and sighs that leave your lips, your eyes hazy and filled with adoration just for him, your fingers aching to hold onto something, preferably his hands. âjust like that angel girl- just like that. move those hips for me yeah?â
nanami kento *sensitive neck alert!* donât say i didnât warn you. the second he walks in through the main door, youâre ready to pounce on the man. your hands immediately tug at his tie, pulling him close enough to place heated kisses against his neck which has him melting and moaning. âfuck baby, been needing this all day..â
toji fushiguro acting like a brat pisses him off yet has his dick reaching for the sky. we all know the man loves to be in control and thatâs the finishing line. but you decide to go and act all high and mighty? he wasnât having it, although he must admit, it was cute. âokay princess fun times done, now start behaving and bend over fâmeâ his hands reach down to give your ass a little squeeze.
#bro i need sleep but she hates me#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#geto suguru smut#geto x reader smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#nanami smut#nanami kento smut#toji smut#toji fushiguro smut#geto smut#gojo x reader smut#toji x reader smut#nanami x reader smut#toji x reader
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⣠sypnosis. you were curious if your boyfriend would pass a âloyalty testâ that youâve seen on social media and you decide to see for yourself, only to discover something much more . . . heartwarming.
⣠tags. gojo satoru x female reader. mostly tooth rotting fluff. talks about cheating / a sprinkle of trust issues from reader. the rest is satoru just being lovesick.
⣠note. uhhhh⊠idk just a random idea i got at three am on a saturday night after being woken up from a nightmare >_< enjoy .
you donât think satoru would actually ever cheat on you. your curiosity just got the best of you when you saw that one girl do a âloyalty testâ on her boyfriend. it was quite simpleâtesting if your partner would hand you their phone without being suspiciously defensive.
therefore you walked into satoruâs room and spotted him laying on his side, his back facing the door. he didnât have any earphones in so you could hear the sounds of a movie playing on the phone he held in his hands.
he seemed so peaceful and content that you were already feeling bad for disturbing him with your silly test. you moved to sit on the edge of the bed and cleared your throat, making your presence known as if the sorcerer hadnât sensed it moments ago.
âare you cheating on me?â
blunt and straight to the point.
satoru pauses the show on his phone and looks at you like you had said the most outrageous thing there is (to him, you really did). he drops the device on the bed and turns his body to face yours; âwellâhello to you too, baby.â
he runs a hand through his hair before sitting up against the headboard with a raised brow, one hand cautiously reaching out for you. satoru was thinking about all the things he has said or done previously that couldâve possibly make you think he was screwing around behind your back. his mind worked fast, though he couldnât come up with any logical explanation.
âanswer my question please, âtoru.â you mumble, feeling slightly guilty for doing this to your lover. you could see the confusion plastered on his face.
âno, i am not.â satoru shakes his head whilst holding your hand in his, thumb brushing against the back of it, âwhat makes you think that?â
you werenât about to say âoh nevermind then! just a dumb thing that i saw on tiktokââno, there was still one thing left to do. even if youâre so super sure that your boyfriend was hiding nothing from you. maybe there was an one in a million chance that your intuition was wrong. or maybe itâs just your underlying trust issues speaking.
âuhh, just wanted.. to check.. i guess?â you clear your throat and take a deep inhale before putting your hand out to satoru, palm up.
the white-haired sorcerer looks from your hand to you, and back. he doesnât know what that indicated, so he takes a simple guess; satoru places his chin on your palm, giving you an amused kind of grin. you raise an eyebrow as he rests his head on your handâwhich wasnât what you wanted to gain from your gesture.
but you couldnât blame him. it was cute that that was the first thing he thought of doing.
âyouâre always welcome to check. got nothinâ to hide anyway.â he shrugs, not offended by your accusation in the slightest. you see the way his blue eyes look up at youâin a way that shows his pure, unadulterated adoration for you.
you nod and scratch satoru under his chin, to which he smiles and closes his eyes, enjoying the tingling touch, âthen can i .. look through your phone?â
without an ounce of hesitation, he had placed his phone unlocked in your hand. satoru doesnât care much about privacy anywayâyouâre his girlfriend, youâre the only one allowed to know every single thing about him, âof course, baby.â
your eyes land on the screen and your jaw drops as you see his home screen; a picture of you up close, sleeping with your cheek squished against his arm, own hands resting near your head and . . . is that drool trickling down your chin?
âoops, sorry, you were too cute not to take a picture of.â satoru chuckles as he sees your reaction. he lays back on his side, elbow propped on the pillow with his head resting against his handâwatching you go through his phone with a relaxed look.
you roll your eyes playfully before starting your search. your finger swiped across the screen and landed on the messenger app satoru uses. you click on it and scroll through his chats, but donât find anything out of the ordinary. he recently talked to you, his first year students, nanami and shoko.
you curiously tap on his chat with shoko and donât read anything interesting at first glance. you scroll up and take note of how satoru was the one who kept most of the conversation going. shokoâs replies were much shorter and curtâstraight to the point.
but then your eyes land on a conversation from two weeks ago. satoru had showed shoko a bunch of selfies you had sent him that same day. he was telling her how âcuteâ and âprettyâ you were, practically bragging about you being his girl.
you scroll up some more and see that heâs done the same many times before; sending shoko pictures of you and kind of rambling to her about how beautiful you are.
shokoâbeing the good friend she isâindulged into his little lovesick ramblings and agreed with every thing satoru saidâeven complimenting your looks herself. you begun to get embarrassed at this unexpected revelation.
when going through more of his chats with other people, you realise how much satoru loves to talk about you. you couldnât possibly count the many times satoru had refused invitations from his students or other friends simply because he wanted to hang out with you instead.
you discovered that he even skipped two or three important meetings at the school to go spend the day with youânanami scolding him via text each time he did so.
âdamn..â you murmur and glance up at your lover after closing his messaging app. satoru was staring right back at you with the biggest grin youâve ever seen on him.
he wasnât embarrassed about you reading some of those cheesy and sappy texts at all. in fact, he was happy. he wants you to know how much he loves you (as if he doesnât show you exactly that every day of the week).
âgo on, sweets.â satoru nods towards his phone, encouraging you to continue your inspection. your eyes dart back towards the screen and you shyly swipe and scroll some more, eventually ending up in his gallery.
the first things you noticed: two albums dedicated to you. all were filled with hundreds of pictures of you (and him). one was named âmy love,â the other âme&my loveâ â both with a heart at the end. scrolling through them, you noticed many images you hadnât even realised were ever taken.
many of those pictures were also favourited in his gallery.
you nibble on your bottom lip and leave the gallery app even more flustered than before. you aimlessly click around some more on his phone. what really surprised you most was that you were named in his reminder app.
there were tonsâall added in one long list. some were so pure that you couldnât contain the slight tears in your eyes;
âbring gf giftsâ, âremind gf that sheâs amazingâ, âbring gf lunchâ, âsend gf daily selfieâ, âdaily cuddles w gf (if she wants)â, âgive gf big smooch (important!)â, âcheck up on gf when away on businessâ, â satoru doesnât actually need to have those reminders on his phone. his mind is so full of you that heâll automatically remember to do everything, almost on autopilot. he just has those there for⊠well, just in case he somehow ends up forgetting.
you lock his phone after seeing enough and give it back to your lover. you wordlessly crawl over to him on the bed and snuggle up to his body, head resting on his chest.
âsorry.â you quietly apologise. you knew he wasnât hiding anything, but the fact that you still went ahead and tried out that âloyalty testâ on someone as loyal and loving as satoru makes your heart ache a bit. especially after discovering just how smitten heâs with you.
âdunno why youâre apologisingâbut please donât.â satoru whispers and rubs your back in a soothing manner, kissing the top of your head and smiling against your scalp afterwards, âitâs fiiine.â
heâs entertained by the reactions to your discoveries, even if those are but mere indications to the actual unending and undying love he holds for you in his heart.
you lift your head up and look at satoru. your bottom lip stuck out, corners of your mouth twitching slightly whilst your eyes started to get a bit glassy. you really felt badâyet you also felt appreciated on the other hand. if you didnât go through with your curious idea, you wouldnât have gotten to know about any of this.
âaww, my sweet, sweet girl.â satoru coos and places two kisses right below each eye, tapping your nose with a grin. he adores the way you look and if it wasnât for his self control, heâd have nibbled on those cheeks of yours out of playful aggression.
itâs then that satoru remembers one of his daily tasks; one he hadnât properly done today.
you were caught off guard once more as satoruâs lips crashed down onto yoursâno warning given whatsoever. his big hands held onto your cheeks, thumb rubbing the skin there whilst his glossy lips moved against yours in a gentle yet much sloppy way.
âthere,â the white-haired man hums in content as he pulls away, giggling once he sees a bit of his saliva coat your mouth. he wipes it away with his thumb, âyour smooch of the day.â
you couldnât help but laugh at the exaggerated cringy way satoru said the latterâyour boyfriend laughing right alongside you afterwards.
satoru wasnât done with you, however. he had many other daily tasks that were yet to be fulfilled.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x you#gojo x you#satoru x reader#jjk fic#everyone boooo this bcs i hate the way it turned out âđœâđœ
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Redraw of another classic bc season 2 dragged me back into this hell and I felt like it idk
(Edited to crop it a bit differently oops)
#marim's art#fanart#jjk#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#getou suguru#I donât plan on redrawing any more donât worry lol#stsg#satosugu#the sillies#I hate them <3
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But it's exhausting to care for the weak, seriously. [...] Imposing reasons or responsibilities on power. Isn't that a behaviour only the weak have? Don't just stand there talking big on your high horse.
GOJO SATORUÂ in JUJUTSU KAISEN â 2.01: Hidden Inventory (2023)
#yikes i hate colouring the green gifs đ these gradients are going to end me#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjkedit#hyeahjujutsu#animeedit#jujutsukaisenedit#tvedit#2605#userlau#userpayel#usernik#heyykass#usernanda#tuseral#usertiny#userngocchi#userhann#usersophies#userelio#hanatonin#tuserflora#heymax
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Oh wow I didnt know chapter 249 already leaked lol
#LET ME DREEEEAMMMMM#i'd kill for shoko to appear the airport#omg i know gege will never do this because gege hates shoko but liiiiiisteeeeeennnn#i want them three to be happy together once more#shoko ieiri#satoru gojo#suguru geto#sashisu#jjk manga#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#what if#fanart#IPMSSA_Shoko!Fanart#IPMSSA_Panels#IPMSSA_SaShiSu!Fanart#IPMSSA_canon!Fixit
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iâm never drawing him ever again
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk gojo#gojo satoru#fanart#artists on tumblr#jjk fanart#my art#blood cw#art#niftysaurus#i hate it here#why is he so hard to draw#he's the most basic anime bitch ever#strangling him#more sukuna in my drafts but he can wait
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boys I think would do this lol
GOJO, itadori, INUMAKI, KAMINARI, SERO, monoma, HAWKS, UZUI, douma, TANAKA, NISHINOUYA, ATSUMU, KUROO, hinata
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I donât have the energy to write anything so here:3
Made December 23rd 2023
#ugh i hate being sick#grah#woof woof#jjk x reader#jjk x you#gojo x reader#jjk#jjk fluff#jjk gojo#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x reader#pretty boy#yuji itadori#jjk itadori#jujutsu itadori#itadori x reader#itadori fluff#jjk crack#crack#fluff#jjk inumaki#inumaki toge#toge inumaki#toge x reader#toge x you#toge jjk#inumaki#yuuji
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pulling ur face close
wanting the inmost
#i hate this doodle#but anyway#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen#satosugu#satosugu fanart#stsg#stsg brainrot#stsg fanart#gojo fanart#geto fanart#gojo satoru#geto suguru#digital art#fanart
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something i made weeks ago for a request(?) (more like asking the audience for an art idea)
#sukugo#i hate the throne#but i couldnt draw sukuna's throne đ#no worries as long as there is still sukugo hehe#sukuna x gojo#gosuku#gojo x sukuna
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a collection of all my works in the STREAMER!GOJO AU. ordered chronologically from oldest to latest. started the series 10/30/23. here's the old masterlist banner.
KEY: [â
] = personal favorites | [âČ] = nsfw
⩠⧠Ë. FICS + DRABBLES
yes, she's real â wait, gojo has a girlfriend? [â
]
beginner's luck â you beat gojo at his own game
kiss it better â you take care of a kid together
the cutest couple â you flirt with gojo's rival
finders keepers â a fan's obsessed with gojo [â
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show you off â gojo wants to spoil you
16th avenue â you fluster gojo
caught us â you kiss on cam
he watches edits of himself
you take over his stream for a bit
is it over now? â you break up and make up [â
]
kiss and make up â makeup sex [âČ]
he takes care of you when you're sick
you and me â you two have a "sweet" makeout
⩠⧠Ë. OTHER
character.ai bot
#đâč navigation.#streamer!gojo#thank you for all the love đ€#edit: i hate how this mlist looks#i'll reformat it one day
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7/3: pov u r nanami kento pleased that i managed to pull smth together in time for your bday
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#nanami kento#nanami#fanart#jjk fanart#i ws like I Need To Get This Done Today I Should Not Fully Render It#and then i said bet and did anyway#with 2 hours to spare !!!!!!#thats what we in this house call Winning#hbd nanami please forgive me fr spending most of it drawing gojo.......im so sorry i didnt know ill be better ill do better...#tiny smiling nanami u mean so much to me....#i did smth a little bit different with the shape of his nose also and let me just say i am Down On One Knee#hate to simp over a blond man but
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#smut#fanfics#avatar the last airbender#attack on titan#jjk#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#one piece#roronoa zoro#gojo x reader#jjk toji#toji x reader#x reader#jjk smut#zoro x reader#sanji x reader#monkey d. luffy#luffy x reader#one piece smut#aot smut#I hate my bf
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satoru hums a tune as he adjusts his sunglasses â putting them on the top of his head. heâs in a happy mood today; nothing or no one could wipe that big grin off his face. the reason?
â. . . gojo, hurry up.â megumi calls out whilst idly standing at the foot of the staircase that connected to the roads outside campus.
you smile as you see your lover gleefully walk down the stairs â jumping from one to the other. satoruâs smile was one you wish would never fade. ever.
âoh!â the white-haired sorcerer suddenly stops in his tracks. his sparkling eyes take in the sight before him and his heart skipped a beat at the realisation:
two of his favourite people were standing next to each other. waiting for him so they could go on their little (family) trip. satoru just had to capture this moment and put it in the album thatâs dedicated to the both of you. itâs a must in his eyes.
âmegumiiii,â satoru fishes his phone out of his pocket and puts it in landscape mode, tongue peeking out at the corner of his lips to show just how deeply he was concentrating on getting the perfect shot, âstep a bit closerâyep! jusâ like that!â
âcan we not do this? weâre gonna miss the train andââ megumi starts off with a sigh and a faint embarrassed pout, though was quickly cut off as you pulled him closer to your body â coddling him like he was still the little child satoru and you had met a couple years back.
the blue haired boy sighs once again, however eventually gives in and awkwardly puts up a peace sign. you smile brightly in return and satoru was absolutely cheesing behind his phone.
âawwww, how adorable!â satoru grins once he has taken about twenty different pictures â each one special and a treasure he will forever cherish. after putting the best one as his phoneâs new lock screen, he rushes down the stairs and steps in-between megumi and you.
one arm holds your body close to his by the waist, the other arm wraps around megumiâs shoulders. megumi reluctantly allows it since he didnât want to ruin the light-hearted atmosphere. that fact alone makes satoru even happier;
âletâs go â i canât wait to finally spend some quality time with two of my favourite people, hehe.â
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk fluff#gojo x you#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo satoru x you#RAAAAAGHHHHHHH . i hate this old little drabble that has been rotting in my drafts for like 5 months
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