#sukuna makes me throw my feet in air

[gojoshooter]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS- make a part 2 for sukuna x hindu bride/wife btw if it isnt obvious i'm in love with ur writing style please like make it as long as you want (but like longer than part 1) srry if this is too much to ask but damn i loved that one coz like no on ...NO ONE has ever written abt it (make it a lil smutty or suggestive pls<3 )

oops anonie, might've gone lil more than "suggestive" 🤭 here's part 1 for new readers!

Sukuna and his Hindu!Bride pt.2

tw. suggestive, oral (f!receiving), reader wears a saree the old way without blouse

It's been a few months into your marriage with the mighty king Ryomen Sukuna, and you've already started yearning for his undivided attention. Although he has never not been immersed and utterly obsessed with his little pretty Hindu!Bride since the first time, you crave being more than just in your busy man's arms at the fall of night.

Today, you peek out to make sure your husband is out of the chambers before you proceed with planning what to wear—and it's not the regular queen atire.

You're dressed in a long gorgeous saree, heavy golden ornaments dazzling head to toes. Sukuna loved watching you captivate him with your traditional elegance.

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Out of his thrown room after a long day, the king hears the ringing melody of your payal chiming around the royal garden. His brows rise up, Sukuna missed this playful sound around his shrine... it's about to be an interesting night.

Stepping into the loucious garden, he's walking around in the silver moonlight searching for your familiar silhouette with a subtle grin. “Where's my lady?” he drawls while seeking for your trace like a big cat.

Hidden behind a tree, you attempt your best to stop your giggles well known to the fact how sharp Sukuna's senses are. This little game kept your adrenaline high as you peeked your head to look where he is.

Stepping closer, Sukuna smirks standing right behind you, with your head the other direction. He whispers with a smug look on his handsome face “Brat, brat... so playful”. His sudden rough voice causes you a tiny flinch as you turn your head. Your playful almond eyes looking back up at him.

The king pulls you flush to his firm chest, drawing out a soft gasp from her bride. Two ruby-red eyes set on your softer ones as the smaller pair subtly checks you out up and down... demanding answers for what he didn't ask. A lazy huff leaves his chest as one of his big palm starts to caress your features. He can smell your arousal.

Blushing, you attempt to speak “King... my king,” a rough thumb is placed on your plush lips shutting you effectively. With a few more long minutes of him admiring or rather glaring down your adorable shy face, he finally let's go of your smaller body and you step back, flustered.

The king grips the end of your silky long atire, pulling it slowly with one of his large arms. As your saree unwraps your body, the pull makes you stumble back on his strong chest... now leaving you unveiled in front of Ryomen Sukuna like nothing but a flustered little mess.

The view made him grin. His queen, his Hindu!Bride clad in nothing but heavy jewels to cover her from the night's cold breeze. It almost looks like a part of your golden skin. Shivers run down your spine. No matter how many times, he would never fail to make your body feel worshipped like a real deity before pleasuring it.

“Mohini...” (enchantress) he whispers at the sight. Your heart accelerates at his remark, causing your blush to run down your neck.

The king's smirk widens as one palm goes for your heated centre, a mouth splitting open on it's surface as he hoists you up. A soft yelp comes out of you, while he brings you near a tree and holds you still on it's rough trunk. Your soft-as-petal limbs shake and twitch by the sides of his big wet mouth, chanting your king's name. You gasp for more air.

One snap from one of his hands, and small droplets of rain start falling down in the cold night. Watching your drunken eyes widen with wonder, he uses his two spare hands to grip tight on your ankles, pining them spread on the trunk as well. The first arm keeps you balanced up high in front of him while still drinking in all your essence. Sukuna seemed to be high on it's taste.

In the silent moment of intimacy, little sighs leave you as the rainfall soaks both of your bodies with water. Just how much is he capable of, will ever be a mystery to her wife as well.

“You are one seductive woman...” he grumbles next to your ear, sounding as if he hadn't spoken in ages. Skilled tongue on his palm firmly latched to your tender flesh. The dangling jewels on your hair, arms, waist, hips and ankles clinking together on your damp tan skin as your smaller body shook in his grip, creating music mixed with your whimpers of pleasure only for his ears's to listen.

Your arms flew to hug his neck, bringing him closer as you rode your intense high, eyes watering. Head spinned while Sukuna held you close, watching you breathe in and out to calm your heart.

“More...” came a weak voice from your dry throat, his sharp red eyes set on your pinned open body like a fragile butterfly, “Swami”.

His warm mouth latches on the side of your neck, sharp canines tracing their path to your favourite spot making your toes curl in air. The monster king smiles sadistically knowing he is anything but leaving you undisheveled right now in this royal garden...

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an. AAHHHSHSJ true form sukuna *bites fist* thank you anon for your precious words T-T hope this was long? likes & rbs are appreciated!! <3

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[tender-rosiey]

“KEEP THE PRIEST! WEDDING NO.2 STARTS!”

— gojo, sukuna, nanami, geto & toji when you catch the bouquet at a wedding (f!reader)

a/n: if you don't have a cousin then now you do and thanks for being patient with me everyone! <3

GOJO SATORU:

 a family member of yours was finally getting married—something you never thought would happen since she was always complaining about all her boyfriends, but hey at least someone finally did it.

anyway, naturally, you took your dear boyfriend as your date.

the wedding was going smoothly, drinks were exchanged, food was distributed, and cakes were eaten—much to your lover’s delight.

another thing that kept happening is people trying to introduce their daughters to satoru.

his instant response was to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you close to him, kissing your cheek and chirping a “sorry, but I am happily taken!”

now it was time for the part that a lot of people wait for: the bouquet throw.

your cousin was already crazy, so she has been waiting for it so she can throw the bouquet with all her might. on the other hand ,you and the other ladies were lined up and patiently waited.

one swing, two swings, one faint throw, and finally the bouquet was thrown into the air, heading towards its next owner.

a chorus of ‘its mine! mine!’ filled the room, but relentless, you maneuvered your way into finally catching the bouquet in your hands.

you’ve won the battle.

but wait. it seems like there is a contestant that won’t back down.

“let go of that bouquet, young lady!”

you look behind you and gasps, it is—“satoru?!”

“yes, satoru!” your boyfriend huffs, making his way towards you.

he firmly takes a stance in front of you, contrasting his intimidating position with his infamous pout, “it’s not fair for you to take the bouquet!”

you sway your hip to the side sassily, “does it make a difference? we’re getting married either way!”

your boyfriend shakes his head, “no, babe!” he places his hands on his chest, pushing his theatrics till the top, “I need to be the star!”

he crumbles to the floor and you merely stare at him in silence.

you see your cousin approach you and your boyfriend, “first of all, I am the star, and second, if you don’t stop fighting, I am taking the bouquet back.”

your boyfriend gasps clinging to your legs, “babe, your cousin is super mean!”

you pat his head with a sigh and he happily presses a kiss to your thigh. what a taxing man to be with.

“sweets, I wanna pee.”

taxing child.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

your boyfriend was—surprisingly—invited to a friend’s wedding, which he hated as he was planning on taking you to a stargazing sight because you’ve been talking about it ever since you saw it multiple times on tiktok.

so, here you are with your boyfriend put into a suit by force.

you’re pretty sure that he is going to rip it any moment, but you would rather he does that when you’re both alone: you don’t necessarily mind a show.

anyway, you are sat with your dear lover who hasn’t stopped frowning since you’ve entered the darn hall.

the only good social thing he has done so far is greeting the groom and the bride. other than that, his hand never left yours and he stuck by you.

it’s cute, though, even if he argues that he is anything but.

you hear them announce that they’re finally throwing the bouquet so you give sukuna a quick peck then run to reserve your space.

now, you get very competitive in certain things, and this is certainly one of them. you will be going home with that bouquet.

and true to your goal, the moment the bouquet is at a height you can reach, you jump at it, holding on for dear life.

your feet reach the ground once again, and you raise your hand in victory, “I did it!”

you don’t see sukuna rolling his eyes fondly and with a proud grin that screams ‘that’s my girl’.

after a bit of applause, you quickly turn to your boyfriend and walk towards his table, radiating with confidence.

you place the bouquet on the table then you lean on your elbows, “I caught the bouquet,” you wink, “what do you think?”

“of course, you would get it,” he hums, “you’re mine, and I don’t settle for less than the best.”

you roll your eyes and lean towards him, swirling the drink that you stole from him, “it’s quite the commitment that we’re getting into,” you then look and lock eyes with him, “think you can handle that?”

“there’s nothing I can’t handle, loser.”

you giggle before cooing, “aww, you love me so much,” he gently shoves you, before his arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you back towards him.

“I tolerate you.”

“so love!”

“no.”

NANAMI KENTO:

jingling bells, clicking heels, steaming food, and loving couples including you and your dear boyfriend fill today’s wedding hall.

a mutual friend of yours and nanami finally tied the knot with their lover, and you were happily invited.

it was a never ending party of laughter and happy tears—that you efficiently hid by burying your face in your boyfriend’s chest.

things calmed down a bit, leaving you to fangirl about how cute your friend is to nanami.

“but kento, she looked so cute! she is so pretty! he better not hurt her!”

nanami keeps munching on his bread, “I think she is capable of handling that herself.”

you cross your arms with a huff, “what do you mean?”

“she is carrying a shotgun.”

“oh, you right,” you acknowledge, before running towards the dance floor when you see your friend about to throw the bouquet, “f/n, you better not throw that until I tell you!”

“if you don’t get then you just have a major skill issue!”

you gasp, taking a battle stance in the middle of the of the dance floor. you hear your friend giggle, before she finally throws the bouquet into the air.

from then, it’s a cat fight between you and the rest of the people.

however, you come out as victorious then excitedly running towards nanami, “kento! kento! did you see me?”

“mhm, you looked lovely as always,” he chuckles, giving you his full attention.

you giggle, taking a seat beside him. you start talking about your fight(?) to get the bouquet while nanami stealthily takes a plate of your favourite snacks from the buffet and slides it to you.

you gasp, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, “thank you, love!”

he hums, eyeing the bouquet, “you know,” then he says, fidgeting with his watch a little, “I can get you a better bouquet if you want—with a side of a ring, of course.”

you were about to finally dig in, but your brain quickly short circuits at his comment, “oh.”

slowly, you turn to him, feeling your face get warmer by the second.

he laughs lightly, hand coming to rest on yours, “I am not joking,” he pulls your hand up for a small peck, “I am just waiting for the right time so please be patient with me.”

GETO SUGURU:

the moment the vows were exchanged, music was blasted to the roof, and everyone was partying to the max.

your cousin, the bride, is dancing to the beat with vigor and excitement you’ve never seen before.

you would like to join her, but geto just won’t let you since he knows that you will somehow end up drunk off your mind and dancing on one of the tables.

so you’re sat with him right now, sulking and glaring at him.

“babe, don’t be so sad now, please? I am only doing this so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself.”

you huff and turn your back on him, “I am a full-functioning adult; thank you very much!”

his hand slowly inches towards yours, “the prettiest full-functioning adult,” he smiles, pulling his chair closer to you. “and the smartest too, did you know that?”

you almost give into his advances—his charming smile is far too lethal—but you’ve developed a bit of immunity to his actions.

so instead, you face him with a teasing smile, “I would love if you tell me more—after I successfully steal the bouquet.”

“steal?”

you roll your eyes, “acquire.”

he laughs lightly, and you take it as your cue to run towards the group of women huddled behind your cousin.

you stand proudly, “c/n, throw your bouquet!”

“no!”

“what?!”

“just kidding!”

and so the bouquet flies and ‘accidentally’ lands in your hands—it’s no accident; you’ve been training your entire life for this moment.

people whoop and applaud, and you bow to audience, before scurrying to your darling boyfriend.

you wave the bouquet in your hand, and he nods knowingly, “guess you’re never get rid of me,” you muse, hugging the bouquet to your chest, “what a pity, right?”

he looks at you confused then sighs with a smile, “I never planned to, but okay.”

you beam at him and throw your arms around him, and he laughs, hugging you closer.

you trace shapes on his back and murmur, “you’re way too cute for your own good.”

“I need to charm you one way or another, you know,” he replies, motioning for the waiter to get you two more drinks.

he stays silent for a moment, “you can go get hammered—“

“not!”

“okay, not hammered with your cousin.”

“yay!” you scream joyously and run away.

guess who ended up drunk and dancing on a table.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

toji and a wedding?

it’s a combination most would not expect, but it isn’t his wedding anyway, so he can’t complain about it being too much commitment right now.

the only thing he can complain about is being put into this ‘suffocating’ suit—a sight you love.

“do we really have to stay till the end?”

you turn towards him, mortified, “this is literally your best friend’s wedding.”

he shrugs, “so?”

with a shake of your head, you drag him further down the hall to your assigned seats. at least, holding your hand is enough to pacify him.

the wedding goes as you would expect, aside from toji almost falling asleep.

you are now just standing beside the clearly expensive and delicious buffet—your true love.

toji is happily indulging in the food laid out in front of him, and you are about to do the same, but you notice that the bouquet throw is about to happen.

so you dash out of your seat just in time to catch that rogue bouquet. you raise your hand, announcing yourself as the now rightful owner of this bouquet.

that’s why you excitedly search for toji to show him your new prize.

you rush towards the table that you left your boyfriend at, “toji, I got it!—toji?”

a look left, a look right, your eyes widen. did the darn guy leave the moment you caught the bouquet? no way his fear of commitment is this intense.

you take note of the groom—toji’s bestie—shaking his head.

feeling embarrassed, you frown and yell for him, “toji fushiguro!”

suddenly, you feel a presence behind your back. you feel the person lean towards your ear a bit, and they whisper a small, “hey.”

you gasp, spinning to smack him square on the shoulder, “I hate you!”

he teases, almost like your hit was never there in the first place, “now now, that isn’t something you say to your future husband,” he grins and you scrunch your face in disgust.

you turn on your heel to walk away from him, “kill yourself.”

“what a foul mouth,” he whistles, following you until you finally give up and are given the chance to punch him in the stomach to make for the scare he gave you.

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[yanderenightmare]

Ryomen Sukuna

TW: captive reader, no-name character deaths, Sukuna in general

fem reader

Sukuna, in his true form some thousand years ago, carrying you on his arm so that your feet and dress don’t stain with the blood on the floor. A sea of carnage he’d laid to waste only a moment ago—soldiers sent to slaughter the monster’s concubine, a heathenness whore. They’d fallen no different from flowers trampled underfoot.

It's a tragedy. If anyone could free you from his prison, it would have been them.

A heavy finger catches the tear dribbling down your face before it can fall to join the red below. “Don’t water them with your tears,” he says, bringing the droplet to his lips. “Not even in death do they deserve it.”

You view his second face—the warped array of eyes upon an inhuman mask—as a punishment from the Gods for his vile ways. 

“Did you think I’d find it flattering?” you ask sharply through the sorrow. “Murder in my name?”

Nothing betrays the look in his garnet eyes, nor does the way he holds you. He simply lets you sit there, upon him like a thrown, admonishing him no less—as if he hadn’t just saved your life from a thousand swords.

“I don’t,” you bite out when he doesn’t answer. “It sickens me. I curse whichever part of me attracted such a monster.”

That makes him smile. “I’m afraid that’s all of you, turtledove.” He turns you around in his many arms and lays you to rest like a bride. “From your toes to the finest hair atop your head—I covet it all—like treasure.”

He doesn’t rush while wading through the filth who’d tried to take you away from him, basking in their still-warm blood as if soaking his feet with their failure. He would have made it long-lasting if they’d come close enough to breathe the same air as you. But since you’d begged for him to spare them, he’d acted with mercy—making their deaths quick and all but painless.

The things he does for you.

“Does it frighten you to be the only one I care about?” he asks.

You look disgusted. He finds it rather cute.

 “No,” you reply. “It simply hurts.”

He throws his head back and laughs then—boisterously. The echo rings throughout the temple, even making ripples in the red. When he looks down at you again, he bears a great smile.

“Fine then, as you wish.” Evidence of his amusement remains while he speaks. “I won’t subject you to any more carnage from this moment onward.”

You know better than to take him for his word—especially when that awful grin stretches his face.

“No, I shall rather keep you tucked away where no one will ever dare go looking—and before I even dare come see you myself, I’ll make sure to have washed the filth off first so as not to trouble your pretty head with my savage habits. Now, does that sound satisfactory to you, my Queen?”

He’s mocking you, you surmise—cooing at you, laughing at the way you mourn. But it shouldn’t surprise you. If he can rip people to shreds without so much as batting any of his eyes, making light of their deaths isn’t all that more of an offense.

“All this inanity has given me an appetite,” he states with a hearty sigh—dismissing any further argument. “Let’s find Uraume and eat.”

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[yuujispinkhair]

Because I need the comfort:

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). fluff + mentions of smut. Sukuna manhandles Reader but in a loving way. 18+. Minors don't interact. Divider @/chaefilm

You are a writer/artist or working on an assignment and have a breakdown because you are stuck. Boyfie Sukuna watches that for about half an hour before he gets up, wraps his strong, tattooed arms around you, and, without warning, lifts you up from your chair, away from your work, and into his arms.

You squeal in surprise, followed by a loud complaint as you squirm in Sukuna's tight grip. But Sukuna just laughs at your admittedly weak attempt to free yourself, throws you over his broad shoulder, and carries you away from your computer/laptop.

"Stop struggling, princess. It's no use anyway. If you think I will just sit here and watch my girl cry over work, you are very wrong."

"Baby, let go! I have to go back to my computer!"

But your boyfriend just laughs and shakes his head, putting you down on your feet again, but only to pull you against his side, restraining you easily, even with just one arm, as he closes the door to the living area. You watch with wide eyes as Sukuna locks the door and smirks that infuriatingly sexy smirk at you, holding the key above his head so you can't reach it, letting it dangle mockingly from one of his long, tattooed fingers.

"Sukuna, please! I really have to finish this!"

"No, wrong. I'll tell you what you have to do. You have to put on some outdoor clothes and go for a long walk with me."

Sukuna comes even closer, leaning down to kiss your neck and whisper in an equally amused and seductive voice,

"We'll get some of your favorite treats from the bakery and then drive out of the city. Fresh air will do wonders for your attitude, darling. And tonight, when we are back, I'm taking you out to dinner. And after that, I'll fuck all the rest of your attitude out of you."

His words make your stomach involuntarily flutter, and you stop struggling and instead look up at Sukuna with a small grin,

"I want the red velvet cupcakes and...," you put a hand on Sukuna's firm biceps, giving them a squeeze, and brushing your thumb over the tattooed lines, "maybe I already need a taste of that last part you mentioned right now."

The smirk on Sukuna's beautiful face grows broader, and his large hands slip down to your ass, grabbing it firmly and lifting you up again, making you wrap your legs tightly around his hips as he carries you to the bed.

"Sure, that can be arranged. My princess gets everything she wants."

"Just not my computer."

"Yeah, just not the computer. But my dick brings a lot more joy anyway, so that shouldn't be a problem."

[awearywritersworld]

there can be no covenants between men and lions

ryomen sukuna x reader summary: sukuna would rather contemplate your murder than come to terms with his feelings for you, but you call him out on his bullshit. w/c: 3k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst to fluff. aged up!yuuji. heavy kissing. features yuuji x reader and he is, of course, best boy. cursing. sukuna decides he wants to kill you (so obviously there are mentions of murder and such) but cant even stand the sight of you upset, what a goof. i'd once again like to think sukuna's not too ooc in this but im still more than likely delusional. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: i was so touched by all of the love that part one received, i wanted to try my hand at part two. i hope i've done it justice! just as part one references homer's the odyssey, this references homer's the illiad because sukuna is very hot and well read. achilles, the protagonist of the novel, is discussed. i'm definitely open to writing a part three, because this one is much heavier on the angst and i miss soft sukuna from part one. series masterlist // masterlist

you and yuuji rarely argue, but when you do, it's often over his aversion toward seriousness, even when a situation calls for it. though you really should have kept your mouth shut, because in this moment, you'd give anything to see his typical carefree expression.

his eyes are regarding you intently, taking in your flustered appearance with knitted brows.

"yuuji..." you trail off, wracking your brain for an explanation of your current predicament.

despite the fact he regained control of his body only moments ago, one of his hands is curled around the back of your neck, while the other is resting on your hip.

"baby, what happened?" he presses, the tone of his voice entirely unreadable.

"s-sukuna," is all you can manage to choke out.

his eyes darken immediately, his jaw tensing in a way that intimidates you. "he hurt you."

you really can't tell if it's a question or a statement, and your response comes a little too quickly. "no! that's not... no."

the next few seconds tick by in a slow sort of agony, heat creeping up your cheeks.

he notices for the first time that his head is eerily quiet. no snide remarks, no scathing commentary. just his own thoughts as he pieces together the situation.

his gaze drops to the angry, red marks littering your neck and you watch in helpless horror as understanding passes his features.

"oh."

the word hangs in the air as you await his reaction, fully anticipating disgust and betrayal. you're positive it's only a matter of time before he throws you out of the apartment and tells you to never come back.

what you don't expect, however, is the way his shoulders relax as the tension leaves his face.

he straightens himself, arms falling to his sides, but he doesn't put any distance between your bodies.

"how long have you...?" he's not quite sure how to phrase the question.

"a few months. this was the first time anything... um... happened. we usually just talk."

he tilts his head to the side, so you clarify. "after you've fallen asleep."

mulling over the information, he hums in response, looking thoughtful for a few more seconds. then, his usual demeanor is back and he grabs your hand. "wanna get dinner? i'm starving!"

he tugs you a few feet toward the door before you come to your senses. "woah, woah. wait a second, yu."

when he looks back at you expectantly, you find that his face holds not one hint of bitterness or judgement. "aren't you angry?"

you're amazed to find that he's the one looking sheepish.

"how could i be? it's not exactly easy to be with me when i have a thousand year old curse rattling around in my body, but you stay anyway," he expresses, making your heart soften. "i just want you to be safe, so i'll take whatever relationship the two of have now over him being a threat to you."

as your hands reach up to cradle his face and your eyes sparkle with adoration, you briefly wonder how you ever found such a sweet man. he places a quick kiss to your lips, the smile on his face easy going as ever. "sooooo, i'm thinking takoyaki or maybe udon—"

"we can get whatever you want," you glance at the spatters of blood across his chest left there from the mission, no doubt from sukuna's careless slaughter. "as long as you go wash up first."

"right!" he agrees quickly, bounding off to the bathroom.

you stand alone in the middle of your living room, left with the ghost of both yuuji and sukuna's lips against yours and a sense of bewildered excitement.

back in his prison, however, sukuna is furious with himself. he should have let you die that day he kept you from being run over. better yet, he should have killed you with his own hands before the brat won back control of his body.

he is a terrible being that delights in carnage, a fact that's well known even centuries later. so why, when he could have done anything in the world, did he go to you? you even asked that same question before you—

he rejects the memory of you pressing your lips to his disdainfully.

your foolishness and your naivete are revolting. your softness and your pliancy are nauseating.

he shouldn't have been anywhere near you, if not to rip your obnoxious heart from your chest like he'd always planned. it was a situation he'd dreamt about and now it's slipped through his fingers, even though those same fingers had graced your fragile little neck.

you were nothing more than a clueless mouse in the jaws of a snake, and though the pains of hunger have been tearing at its stomach for years now, the serpent let itself starve.

sukuna retreats to his domain, fingers prodding at his temples irritably. he allows himself to wallow for a few hours, shutting out both you and the brat.

then, steeling his resolve, he begins to watch and wait like the predator he knows himself to be.

lulled into a false sense of security regarding your safety, it's clear that yuuji has let his guard down. just barely so, but enough that sukuna can see a few weaknesses in his chains. ironic seeing that, now more than ever, the king of curses wants you dead.

it goes without saying that he promptly ceases his nightly interactions with you. it's beneath him, wasting his time with a human. he knows that now.

but while he may not speak to you, he cannot refrain from stealing glances as the days stretch on. you're usually reading, completely oblivious to his watchful eye. he convinces himself it's simply to keep tabs on you, as he's deemed you his foremost enemy.

he's not sure how much time has passed when you begin calling out for him in hushed whispers after yuuji falls asleep, the hurt and confusion in your voice plain to him. it's irksome, and evidently, you're incapable of taking a hint.

his silence becomes more painful with each turn of the moon. you're a bit mortified to find that you genuinely miss him, so you just want answers. did he finally realize that you're nothing special, not worth bothering with?

eventually, growing restless, you all but beg him. "sukuna, please. talk to me. what happened? what'd i do wrong?" his chest tightens with what he believes is vexation. "you can't just make me like you and then disappear. you can't kiss me like that and then—"

"you insolent, maddening little creature!" his eye flies open just in time to see you gasp, your body jerking away from him. "shut up already! can't you see i want nothing to do with you? don't you tire of being pathetic?"

you don't dignify him with a response, swallowing thickly and turning away from him.

finally, he thinks, some fucking quiet. though if he's gotten what he wanted, why does his chest still ache?

he stares at the back of your form until the sun rises.

sukuna is no simpleton. he can be patient when he is sure of a reward, but he's thrilled that the perfect opportunity arises just two days after your encounter.

yuuji is exhausted. gojo kept him out all last night, despite the grueling mission he had today, and when he all but stumbles through your apartment door, the moon is already high in the sky.

you never mention the change in your relationship with sukuna to yuuji. even though he was so understanding, you still feel a touch awkward discussing it further. and maybe in the back of your mind, you're holding out hope that it might go back to the way it was.

sukuna watches through yuuji's eyes when you greet him, your expression half concern and half 'i told you so'. nights out with gojo usually lead to this very situation.

he showers while you finish cooking dinner and once you both eat, he helps you clean up despite his exhaustion. after whispering his thanks and pressing a kiss to your temple, he retires to bed.

you promise you'll join him soon, but sukuna knows it probably isn't true. following his outburst, you've taken to staying in the living room until you're ready to sleep.

yuuji's out before his head hits the pillow and nearly two hours later, you're still not in bed. sukuna's eager, but waits until he's sure the brat's deep in his slumber before he tries to take over. it's relatively easy, and he pushes down yuuji's unconscious mind as far as he can before rising to his feet.

this is finally it. he stretches his limbs lazily, a dangerous smirk settling on his lips. the floor creaks with each step he takes, but he pays no mind to stealth. you're no match for him.

tonight, you'll be his first victim of many and the thought of making up for his past misjudgement has him giddy with excitement.

but the sight that greets him upon exiting the bedroom— you curled into yourself on the couch, your shoulders shaking with quiet sobs— it stops him in his tracks.

he wants to move, more than anything, so what the fuck is wrong with him? is the brat taking over already?

and why is that uncomfortable sensation making it's home in the center of his chest once more?

when you notice his presence, your face shifts to him and reveals your wide, teary eyes. it's clear you're surprised by his appearance, but you quickly bury your face in your knees.

you just want him to leave you alone. you hate him for what he said, for what he did. he forced his way into your life, made you care about him, and then he just vanished. he's cruel and you feel like an idiot because you should have known that from the beginning. or maybe you did and he just made you forget.

"go away. i.. i don't want to see you."

he's disbelieving, for a brief moment, that here you are giving him orders while he stands in the doorway with the intention of taking your life.

he moves toward you, invading your space in a way that is meant to be intimidating, but when you look up at him, every emotion ranging from sadness to rejection to indignation is etched into your features. though the terror he hoped to inspire is noticeably absent.

"i said go away!" you swiftly stand up, your hands meeting squarely with his chest as you push him with every ounce of power you have.

you may as well have shoved a brick wall, as he doesn't move even a fraction of an inch. he seizes one of your wrists anyway.

"what is it you think you're doing, exactly?" he spits.

"let go of me!" you beat against his chest with the hand he left free until his fingers wrap around that wrist too.

"enough."

he's certain there isn't a being that has attacked him (if he can even call that an attack) and lived to speak of it, not once in an entire millennia.

so just end the insolent brat and be done with it, he urges himself.

but he can't and he doesn't understand why, so he just stares down at you.

"what the fuck do you want?" you mean for it to come out forcefully and full of spite, but your voice cracks before you can finish.

an excellent question, indeed. what does he want?

he doesn't answer you and it's so goddamn frustrating that you begin to cry again, rambling to fill the discomforting silence. "you've already told me i'm pitiful and annoying. it's clear you think my company is insufferable, that i'm undesirable—"

that ache in his chest is unbearable now. it claws at his ribcage and shreds the flesh of his heart. it makes his stomach twist uncomfortably and rings shrilly in his ears. he can't even hear you anymore, but he can still see the tears sliding down your cheeks and the way you gasp between words.

the truth of the matter crashes down on him and the devastating weight of it is so crushing it squeezes the air from his lungs.

that feeling in his chest isn't annoyance or repugnance. its anguish— the kind that rattles his bones and leaves him sick with regret.

it's because you're in pain, and worse yet, he is the cause of it.

sukuna pushes you back against the wall before you can comprehend what's happening. his hands find either side of your face and you're alarmed to find that he looks... frightened.

"what are you doing to me?" he pleads for an explanation, because he sure as hell doesn't have one.

how can one little human hold such power over him? it's unnatural. it defies all logic and reason.

you stare at him, open mouthed. his face is so close that his breath fans across your skin and it makes you feel dizzy.

"what are you talking about?" you finally ask.

"you should be dead right now," he frets, despair seeping into every word. "it should be easy."

it dawns on you that you should probably feel afraid, but you just don't. his touch is firm, but careful. and there's no malice to be found behind his eyes. "you're not making any sense."

he thinks back on the time you've spent together, trying to figure out how the hell he ended up here— him at your mercy, rather than you at his. he remembers the first time he made you laugh and considers that it may have been the beginning of his unraveling. for the following two weeks, you both discussed homer at length as you made your way through his poetry.

"there can be no covenants between men and lions. wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other through and through." you blink at him, recognizing at once that he's quoting the illiad. his voice is low and unsteady in a way that suggests desperation. it makes you shiver. "therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall."

your eyes narrow as you begin to understand his his internal struggle, though you're unsure if he's attempting to reason with you or with himself.

"you quote achilles, and rightfully so i suppose, given your common qualities— exasperating pride and a penchant for meaningless violence." he looks relieved, like your seeming agreement eases his mind. it's short lived. "but you forget his passion."

his gaze shifts away from you, his hands withdrawing from your face.

"his passion?" he repeats as if it's the most incredulous thing he's ever heard.

"by the end of the story, is he not acquainted with regret, sympathy, and respect? he doesn't remain blind to the error of his ways forever."

"only a foolish human could make such fanciful deductions," he chides through gritted teeth, still refusing to meet your eye.

you actually laugh at him. "perhaps you shouldn't call upon achilles to make your point after all. at least he grows out of his utterly childish view of the world."

"how dare you?" he demands, his features growing wild as one hand finds your throat (his touch not nearly harsh enough to cause you any discomfort), the other colliding with the wall beside your head. his display doesn't fool you though. "you witless, wretched brat! you're nothing more than a blip in a universe you cannot even begin to understand. you sicken me."

you throw achilles' words in his face just as easily as he did to you. "hateful to me as the gates of hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another."

his gaze hardens, and for a split second, you think you may have been mistaken in your fearlessness, but then his fingers thread themselves through your hair and he pulls your lips to his.

it's rough and commanding, and he tells himself it's only to get you to shut up. to wipe that expression of smug pity from your face.

it's not because, despite the fact you know how awful he is, you're convinced there's something salvageable in him too. nor is it because you tyrannize his every passing thought. and it's certainly not because the feeling of you pressed against him brings him more satisfaction than ripping the hearts from the chests of a hundred men.

ultimately, his denial is overshadowed by his desire. your touch is nothing short of needy as you tug at his shirt, an attempt to bring him even closer, and god does he hope that means you feel just as desperate as he does. he deserves at least a little consolation.

as his hands roam every valley and curve of your body, he deems it unfair that a being whose very existence spells hell on earth should be so taken with such a devastatingly divine creature.

"i've wanted you so terribly," he mumbles against your mouth before he can stop himself.

"then fuck you for making us both wait," you breath out.

his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips in response and his lips shift to your neck. "watch that pretty little mouth of yours, brat."

he nips at the spot just below your ear hard enough that it makes you gasp, doubtless a punishment for your impudence. you recover quickly though, wasting no time with your flippant reply. "or what? you'll go back to plotting my murder?"

he pulls away from you abruptly, sighing deeply and pinching the bridge of his nose. "you truly have zero sense of self preservation, don't you?"

"guess so," you shrug, smiling at him bashfully. "can we watch a movie? i'll even let you pick."

you ask as if it's the most normal request in the world. as if he isn't a thousand year old curse that would be off turning the city to ash were he not here with you instead.

he rolls his eyes, scoffing at the ridiculousness of it all. "fine."

[samaraxmorgan]

Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time We Went To The County Fair”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: pure fluff, frenemies dynamic, emetophobics be cautious (no one actually gets sick it’s just mentioned), Sukuna is trying so hard to be nice

Word Count: 2.89k

Series Masterlist - My Full Masterlist

Sukuna always tries to give off the vibe that he’s too big and bad for anything. Everything is beneath him, everyone is merely a nuisance, and this Ferris wheel in particular is just too bland and boring for his tastes.

He acts like you held a gun to his head and forced him to come with you to the fair, but you really didn’t; if anything he forced you to let him tag along. You just happened to see a flyer in the mailbox and brought up that you were planning to go and he could tag along if he wanted to, the last thing you expected was for him to immediately start lacing up his boots and stuff his wallet into the pocket of his ripped black jeans, asking you a nonchalant “You ready?” not even a minute after you suggested it.

And now here you are, a decent train ride later and you’re at the top of the Ferris wheel sitting across from each other, looking down at the colorful lights of food stalls and amusement rides below you. You wanted to go on the Ferris wheel first since the sun is beginning to set, the sky turning shades of pink and orange as a gentle breeze chills the evening air.

Sukuna’s gruff and uninterested voice breaks the peaceful silence, “You could’ve looked out the window at home for free.”

You’re scooted to the edge of your little cart, elbows perched on the rusty metal railing and your cheek rested on your palm, looking longingly between the colorful lights of the roller coasters down below and the changing hues of the sky, “The view’s not this pretty at home.”

All he can respond with is a hum, his arms stretched out across the railing behind him as he leans his back against the hard metal wall of the gently swinging cart. From the corner of your eye you’d swear you could see him watching you, but when you shift your gaze towards him his head has already turned to look down towards the carnival beneath you.

He outstretches his arm and points toward one of the rides, colorful lights spotted around the outside of its spaceship style design begin to transform into streams of light as the ride starts to spin and twirl around, “We’re doing that one next, too fuckin’ boring just sitting around.”

You turn your body towards him and give him a sarcastic grin, “What if all the spinning makes me sick?”

He scoffs, gently kicking your leg across from him with his combat boot, “If you throw up I’m pretending that I don’t know you.”

“Boo.” You roll your eyes at him and look back towards the fair as the Ferris wheel begins to spin. You reach your arm out of the cart and point at a ride in the distance, a large boat shaped contraption swinging back and forth before turning completely upside down, the passengers' screams echoing through the open air, “Would you go on that one?”

He gives you a sly grin, “Only if you go on it too, you didn't drag me along just to watch, did you?”

“I didn’t drag you here, you might as well have begged to come with me.”

“Oh fuckin’ please,” He leans towards you, propping his elbows on his knees and looking up at you, “You gave me those ‘lil puppy dog eyes when you showed me the flyer.” He mimics a dramatic pout, making you groan and press your sneaker onto his chest to push him away.

“You’re unbearable.”

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The metal steps creak below both of your feet as you and Sukuna step into the spaceship ride; the walls are round and covered in separate metal panels for each person to stand with their back against, and in the middle of the ride there’s a booth for the operator with large buttons and levers. You and Sukuna find two open panels on the wall and stand in front of them as the doors to the ride slide shut, leaving you both and everyone else blocked off from the festivities going on outside.

The operator looks bored as they flip a switch above their head, the lights dying off before you hear the clicking sound of buttons being pushed, rainbow lights streaming along the ceiling in swirling patterns above your head. Blaring loud techno music starts to blast from massive speakers in the operator’s booth as you feel your balance start to waver. Within seconds everyone’s backs are slammed into the wall, fits of giggles and startled screams surrounding you in the ride.

You turn your head to look at Sukuna and he’s already grinning at you, he tries to yell something to you but the music is far too loud to hear him. You open your mouth to yell “What?!” but instead a yelp is ripped from your chest as your entire body slides up the wall. He points up towards you and laughs, you try to kick him in the shoulder but the pressure of the ride spinning is keeping you effectively plastered to the wall, hardly able to move at all.

Sukuna, on the other hand, is somehow barely affected by it; deciding that it’s time to show off as he plants his palms onto the wall behind him and bends his knees to be completely off the ground. He stumbles back slightly on his first attempt to push himself up, but by the second try he’s crouching completely upright on the wall.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You scream out to him, but he can hardly hear you over the loud music and playful screams of everyone on the ride.

He’s got a massive grin plastered on his face as he stands to his full height so casually, as if the pressure of gravity just doesn’t affect him, taking a broad step over your stiff body to stand with his large combat boots on either side of your hips. He takes a knee over you, wrapping one of his hands around the back of your neck and the other behind the small of your back, leaning forward and yelling into your ear.

“You’re coming with me.”

It feels like you’re going to fly back into the wall as he pulls you into his arms, his strong grip keeping your body flush against his as you try to raise your arms enough to wrap them around his neck.

“You’re insane! Put me down!”

You can feel his breathy laughter on the crook of your neck as he lifts you up to stand with him on the wall, his hands never loosening their protective grip on you even as your feet plant themselves on the wall. He’s holding you so close, you’re not sure if your head is spinning more from him or the carnival ride. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, your head pressed flush against his broad chest and tilted up towards the flickering lights adorning the ceiling.

“Not so bad, see?” You can hear the grin in his voice, his lips brushing against your ear while he speaks to you, “Not gonna drop you, calm down.”

Can he feel how fast my heart is beating?

The pressure in your head starts to feel relieved, but at the cost of your balance as you stumble forward. Sukuna completely wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you off your feet, taking long strides backwards off the wall and back onto the floor as the ride slows to a gradual stop.

“Hey!” The operator is screaming over the music as the large doors slide back open, “You two! Off!”

Sukuna chuckles into your ear as he drops you onto your feet, “Oops.”

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“I can’t take you anywhere-“

“Ugh, how was I supposed to know that guy would be such a pussy?”

“Sukuna!” You slap his arm, “You’re gonna get us kicked out!”

He just huffs and rolls his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest as you both walk side by side through the fair. You knew he was nothing but trouble, and you feel a little stupid for assuming he wouldn’t drag you down into his bullshit with him, but you’re stuck with him now; at least until your lease is up. Maybe you shouldn’t invite him out with you anywhere after this, but when you glance up at his stupid grumpy expression you get butterflies.

With a face like that it’s no wonder he gets away with anything.

He’s so… annoying. That’s what you like to tell yourself; it’s annoying that you can’t stay mad at him, that he gives you that smirk that makes your heart race, that he held you like that on the carnival ride. He drives you insane in all the best and worst ways, either waking you up in the middle of the night by being loud and obnoxious coming home drunk from a concert, or making you go crazy wishing he was home with you while he was out with his friends.

“Are you even fuckin’ listening?” He snaps you out of your trance.

“No.” You huff, breaking your gaze from his. Did you doze off while staring at him?

“Brat,” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you towards a pop up stall, the stall walls lined with balloons and stuffed animals, “You beat me in this and I’ll… behave for the next one.”

You scoff at him, “No you won’t.”

A small smile creeps onto the corners of his lips, “… Yeah you’re right.” You roll your eyes and turn away from him, but he sidesteps in front of you, leaning down to match your height, “Tell you what, let’s make a bet.”

“That’s a terrible idea.”

He smirks, “Winner picks out a tattoo for the loser.”

You laugh right in his face, “Absolutely fucking not!”

“What?” He gives you an exaggerated pout, “You don’t trust me?”

You cross your arms and glare up at him, “You would make me get some kind of gang tattoo.” You say sarcastically.

He mutters under his breath, “Shit, am I that predictable?”

“Sukuna!” You kick him in the shin.

“Fine, fine. Piercing.”

You look over at the plastic machine guns mounted onto the edge of the stall, noting a toppled over “out of order” sign next to the red gun. Maybe it’s a bad idea to humor him, but you know damn well he’d pick that red gun over the baby pink ones surrounding it, you might be able to play dirty if he hasn’t noticed the sign that fell over.

A grin paints your lips as you look back at him, “You’re on.”

His head cocks to the side slightly, “Really?” He looks genuinely surprised, but definitely not disappointed, “Shit, that was easy.”

He strides over to the stall, planting himself right in front of the red gun, exactly where you want him. You suppress your smile as much as you can as you walk up beside him, wrapping your finger around the trigger of the pink gun next to him. He’s looking down at you so cocky as the game attendant counts down for you both to start.

“Three!”

“You know…” He leans down towards you to speak into your ear.

“Two!”

“I know a guy who does eyelid piercings.” He states smugly.

“One!”

Like clockwork, you start peppering through the balloons while his gun immediately jams.

His brows furrow in frustration and you look towards him, giving him a mischievous smirk, “You’ll have to give me his number.”

As the game comes to a fast end, you learn that Sukuna is such a sore loser, grumbling about how that was “fucking rigged” and that you’re “a dirty little cheater,” but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried. You doubt he’ll hold up his end of the bet, and you’re not really that concerned about it to be honest, that frustrated look on his face is more than enough of a prize.

“Yeah yeah,” You giggle, “I’m just the worst huh? I’m gonna run to the bathroom, how about you win me something while I’m gone?”

He shoots a glare down at you, “No promises.”

“Oh yeah, because you fucking suck at these games, right?” Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth in a futile attempt to keep a straight face, you just can’t help but smile, it’s a nice change of pace for you to be the one getting on his nerves for once.

“Such a fuckin’ brat.”

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Something about Sukuna is suspicious when you meet him back at the games. His grin has returned once again and he’s holding one of his hands behind his back. His eyes light up when they catch yours, taking long strides to meet with you.

He leans down to be eye level with you, keeping his hand tucked away behind him, “Close your eyes.”

“You didn’t…” You look up to his eyes but his gaze flickers away from you.

“Shut up. Close your eyes and give me your hand.”

You let out a sigh, shutting your eyes and holding your hand out in front of you. Your brows furrow in confusion as something cold and squishy lands in your palm, “What the fuck…?”

“You know how you said you wanted a pet?”

You open your eyes and are greeted with… a goldfish. A little tied off plastic baggie dripping condensation onto your skin as the tiny fish swims in panicked circles, “Sukuna!”

“What?” He stands up straight, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “I thought you’d like it.”

“When I said I wanted a pet I meant, like, a dog!”

He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, “Well you won’t let me get a cane corso, so-“

“Because they’re a hundred and fifty pounds.” You mutter over him.

“Say hello to Brat Junior.”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”

He’s definitely not kidding if the grin on his face is saying anything, he takes a step forward and pokes the bag, watching the fish squirm inside, “He’s got your attitude.”

“Oh my god,” You rub your temple with your free hand, “We need to go get a fish tank.”

“We’ve got bowls at the house.”

“No! We are not mistreating this fish, asshole.”

“Don’t call him fish, he has a name.” He declares sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.

You mutter curses under your breath, “Brat Junior needs a tank. A real tank, with a filter.” You pull Sukuna by the sleeve of his shirt, dragging him along behind you, “There’s a pet store around the corner, let’s go before they close. And you’re paying.”

“Hey, why am I paying for this shit? It’s your pet.”

“It was your stupid idea!”

You both leave the loud chaos of the fair, walking along the quiet sidewalks to the pet store. The skies have gone dark now, the moon making itself at home above you as you cradle your beloved Brat Junior in both of your palms, trying to keep the water in his bag from swaying too much.

You and Sukuna bicker the whole walk there until you make it to the sliding glass doors of the pet store, quiet music playing through the speakers as you walk across the shiny white floors to the fish section. You both split up so he can pick up a tank while you sort through food, but shortly after he walked away he’s already making his way back to you.

“We’re gonna have to flush Brat Junior.” He says plainly.

You defensively clutch the fish close to your chest, “Absolutely not!”

He rests his elbow on one of the shelves lining the wall, leaning his side against it, “Then you’re paying for half of the fish tank.”

Your brows furrow in confusion, “You broke now?”

“Lady at the counter said he’ll get,” He straightens his fingers on each hand, placing them together like a prayer before parting them about a foot away from each other, “This big.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“I wish I was joking, the tank is $600.”

You blow a raspberry, slumping your back against the wall and looking down at the goldfish in your palms. You’re silent for a moment, but then you let out a reluctant sigh, “I’ll pay half, but you’re carrying it on the train ride home.”

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You hold your apartment door open, watching Sukuna maneuver the giant 40 gallon fish tank through the small doorway, “Got it?”

He grunts in annoyance, “A little help would be nice.”

“Ooh, about that,” You hold the little plastic baggie up in your palm, “My hands are full with the baby.”

He blows his bangs out of his eyes, carrying the fish tank into the tiny apartment, “Should’ve fuckin’ flushed him.”

You let out a mock gasp, cupping the goldfish in both of your hands and holding it up to your face, cooing at it, “Did you hear that? Your father doesn’t love you.”

Sukuna placed the tank onto a long empty table against the wall before flopping on his back onto the couch. His eyes flicker between you and the fish for a moment, a faint smile creeping onto his lips.

“I knew you’d like that little fucker.”

A/N: Fun fact did u know that those fair fish grow to be 12 inches long? Unfortunately this fic is based on true events of when my boyfriend and I won TWO OF THEM at the fair and had to spend $600 on a fish tank for them (rip my wallet). Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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[adiadagaki]

"Can I have all of your hoodies?"

Incl: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Megumi, Sukuna (18+)

Megumi

"Megs, can I have all of your hoodies?" Burying your head into the black fabric you sighed, a drowsiness emerging from his clean scent. Your nostrils sung.

But the actual source was much better.

Hugging your boyfriend you whispered thanks into his bare chest. He made many sacrifices (which weren't actually sacrifices in his eyee) to ensure you are happy.

"No problem." He mumbled, trying to hide how bashful you made him. Hugging you back to hide said embarrassed face, he kissed your forehead.

"Come on baby, bed time." Snuggling closer you soughed, "Megs can you carry me to bed?" Humoured by your ask he couldn't help but point out you were five feet from the bed, "Please Megs, my legs are tired and you are strong and comfy." Giving in, as he was always going to, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you.

Coiling your legs around his waist you hummed happily, portraying your thanks. Three seconds later and you were safely tucked under the sheets, latched onto Megumi.

"Thanks Megs, for carrying me and-" A yawn escaped your lips, "And your hoodies." Sliding a hand under his - your - hoodie he pawed at your hip, your heart fluttering at his touch.

"Any time baby."

Sukuna

"Sukuna?" Plucking at the appetising hoodie on his chest, you batted your lashes. The curse gazed down at you, curious as to what you could possibly want.

You were fed, fucked and showered.

"Yes princess?" Straddling his lap, you slid your hands onto his lower abs, "Can I have your hoodies?" A single, attractive brow cocked, "All of them?" A cheeky smile and a nod, "Not sure princess. I like my hoodies." He was only teasing, he had enough hoodies to clothe a small village, but he loved seeing the little pout on your lips as you asked him.

"But they are so comfortable, and they smell just like you." Cute, Sukuna thought you were cute.

"That is a good reason princess. But what will I get in return for losing all of my hoodies, hm?" Chewing on your lip you wandered into thought.

What would pursude the King of curses to hand over his hoodies?

Sukuna watched with a lazy smirk on his face. If only you understood everything that was his was yours you wouldn't ask him for things all the time. If he didn't enjoy how you did it he would drill the fact into you like an owner training a puppy.

"How about you let me finally take your ass princess?" Your pout deepend, "That doesn't seem like a fair trade." Tugging you up off his lap, ready to deposit you at the side he bit back a laugh at how your hands flailed.

Adorable.

"How about I let you take my ass with your fingers. Ease me into it?" That was good enough for him. He would have you taking both of his cocks soon enough, in his true form.

"I guess that will have to do princess." Shoving your hand in front of his face, you wiggled your fingers, "You can only actually take my ass when you out a ring on it." Digging his fingers into your hips, he flipped you, his cock hardening in his pants.

"What type of ring do you want princess?"

Satoru

Leaving your shared closet, you halted at the foot of Satoru's abnormally large bed and crossed your arms.

"Something wrong sweetheart?" Looking up from his phone fully (away from the designer dress he was looking to buy you), he drank in your adorable pout, "Where is my favourite hoodie?" Ah. That's why you were pouting so adorably for him.

"I put it in the wash sweetheart." Throwing your hands in the air you wondered how he could be so stupid, "Satoru!" Internally he was laughing at your elaborate reaction but externally he had on a poker face. He couldn't risk you withholding sex again.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but it needed washing." That didn't improve your mood. "There is only one solution to this." Intrigued, Satoru played along, "Oh?"

"I need you to give me all of your hoodies." That did make Satoru smirk, even the strongest had his limits. "Is that so?" A firm nod only caused his smirk to tug wider.

"In that case sweetheart, they are all yours. Now c'mere and give me a kiss." Now all of his hoodies were yours, who were you to say no?

Suguru

Freezing didn't even describe the chill that racked your bones as you stepped inside yours and Suguru's apartment. The rain had lashed against you mercilessly leaving you sodden, as though you'd just showered.

At the sight of you Suguru frowned, concerned your weaker immune system would catch a cold.

"What happened pretty girl? Why didn't you ring me to pick you up?" You cast your eyes down at the little scalding your boyfriend was giving you, "I didn't want to bother you on your day off." That reminded Suguru why he loved you so much, "Pretty girl, you are never a bother. I'd have happily picked you up if I'd known you were walking in this weather." His words touched you.

But not as much as his actions.

He immediately stripped you of your drenched clothes, numerous kisses placed on your face, lastly your lips.

"Warm bath or shower?" He breathed against your now swollen lips, "Shower please. And Suguru?"

"Yes pretty girl." Perching your chin on his chest, you smiled wanting to weaken his resolve, "Can I have all of your hoodies?" A laugh broke free from his chest at the question, shaking not only his body but yours.

You loved that sound from him.

"All of my hoodies were already yours pretty girl. Always have been, always will be. No need to ask." Grinning, you pecked his lips, "I love you Sugu."

"I love you too pretty girl."

Toji

"Why do you never buy me new clothes Toji?" A little humour packed huff left his lips, "I do buy you clothes doll." That displeased you a whole bunch, a very deep frown settling on your lips.

If Toji had bothered to look away from the TV he would have seen that.

"Dresses and lingerie are not clothes. I need things to wear on regular days." If Toji had his way you'd only wear lingerie around the house, but you were resistant to the idea. He couldn't help that.

A lazy smirk crawled up his lips at the idea of you in some cute white lingerie, cooking for him, cleaning around, bending over so that tight, perky ass of yours was on full display.

He really didn't see why you hated the idea.

"You don't need any more regular clothes doll." His continued refusal had a plan surfacing in your mind.

If he wasn't going to buy you new clothes then you'd just have to share. What else could you do?

"So I can't have new clothes?" His answer remained constant, 'no'. "Then, can I have your hoodies?" Crawling onto his lap, you toyed with a strand of his hair, biting onto your bottom lip in an enticing display. Hoping - needing - for him to agree.

You were fast running out of options.

"My hoodies?" Nodding, you gave him bedroom eyes, "Fuck." He grumbled, his resolve ever thinning.

Just one little push, "Please Toji, I need-" Pressing your hips down into his you smirked internally at how he jolted, desire beginning to plague him.

Grinding your hips, you kissed his jaw, devious in every move. "Shit, shit, alright doll they are yours. Now ride my fucking cock and finish what you started."

[rhadamanthes]

Passenger princess. Bodyguard!Sukuna x reader

word count: 1,6k

warnings: reader is a brat, so brat taming, hate sex, rough sex, no prep, biting, fingering, car sex, squirting , lot of spanks, one (1) face slap, hair pulling.

"I don’t care that it’s getting late. I'm a grown woman. If I want to spend the night outside I do! » you yell in the receiver.

« Let me make this simpler If your not home in an hour I'm cutting you off and you can go find a job » Your dad counters

You gasp in shock at his word, your free hand comes to your chest in surprise. You never worked a single day in your life and you don't intend to. Guess an early night never killed anyone.

« Well, how can I go home when my car is at the pound? » you say sarcastically 

« I sent someone for you he’s already there »

You turn around and come face to face with a pink haired handsome man. He clearly looks as displeased as you to be here so you decide to test the water.

« Let me guess pink hair, questionable face tattoo and could lessen on the aftershave? tell him to back off if he doesn't want to get hurt » you say hanging up and making your way to the shiny black car.

Resting your lower back on the car you text your friends that you have to go. The brooding man opens the door for you, you take your seat and he closes the door, so fast it almost gets to your foot. you gasp looking at him through the window but he's already making his way to the driver's seat. Pluggin the keys in, he starts to drive away. 

"You almost cut my foot" you warn, looking at his side profile.

"Not of my will, sorry miss" he states uninterested looking at the road

Sukuna reaches for the radio but you swat his hand away. 

"I need silence" you smile softly, meeting his gaze briefly. His grip on the wheel tightens, leather crying under it and your smile widdens. 

You take a sick pleasure in making people angry and he is very receptive if you push a bit more he'll break you wonder what he will do, smiling to yourself you look at the scenery through the window. You sneaked out to go to a party outside the city and your dad was pissed when he found out, he wasn't supposed to, he always goes to bed early. You look at the time 1:18 AM. You sigh, resting your back against the window so you can look better at your babysitter. You know Sukuna is one of your father's employees. He ensures his protection and chauffeur for him sometimes, you don't know the terms of his contract but for him to be available at this hour makes you want to push him to the edge even more. Letting your feet slide out of your heels you extend them to his face. Tracing his tattoos with your toes. 

"It's only good measure for you to kiss it when you almost amputated it" you taunt covering his mouth with your foot. 

Before you can continue your scheme furthermore the car drifts to the side of the road he grabs both of your ankles in one of his large hands. In a blink of an eye he's outside dragging you by your feet. He held you up on his shoulder throwing you in the backseat. You're about to scold him when he squishes your cheeks making it impossible for you to talk.  The tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife, you feel your excitement rush to your panties. He's breathing heavily and his eyes are dark. If it wasn't for his hands crushing your lower face, you'd be grinning ear to ear. 

"I'm not your father and I'm not one of his other lackeys scared of you, so keep going on with your little act and you are walking back home. I don't care if he kicks you out of the trust fund." He says through gritted teeth releasing his grip. 

Working your jaw a few times to soothe it, you slap him across the face "And i don't care that you're different from the other guards, you're still my bitch boy if I tell you to do something you just do, i don't care about your opinion" you state, pushing on your hands to get past him. Before you can feel the cold air he pins you down by your wrist on the leather seat, hovering you with eyes even darker than before.  

"I'm sick of dealing with brats like you and your stupid father." he rasps biting on your neck hard; You wiggle trying to get out of his grasp but he pins your wrist higher to stop you from moving. with his teeth he lift the hem of your dress up to your belly and fuck you're not even wearing underwear. he rest his forehead and you tummy breathing in your scent, it's disgustingly sweet. Letting go of your wrist, Sukuna gets rid of your dress and throws it on the passenger seat. A golden jewel on your nipple catches his attention. He scoffs, reaching for it, but you stop him, catching his hand in yours. 

"It's not healed yet, please don't touch it will get worse" you say, kissing his hands in an attempt to soften him. He crushes your hand in response, you hiss freeing it from his grasp. His index finger comes in your face pointing you accusatively. 

"No more funny shit you get it?" he growls in a serious tone. You nod your head eagerly, excited for what is about to come. "Promise!" catching his slender finger in your mouth. You twirl your tongue around it mimicking a blowjob as you hollow your cheeks and take progressively more in your mouth. 

Sukuna looks at you with furrowed brows thinking you really are a lost cause as he starts to understand you did this in the only purpose to get railed. If this is what you want then. Retrieving his finger from your mouth he positions you on your belly spanking your ass hard. You squeal at the stinging sensation, it only adds more arousal to your wet cunt. He spanks you again on the other cheek. This time you turn around 

"Don't go so hard i have a pool party tomor-" Another spank, He's looking at you with a defying gaze and you just sigh in defeat resuming your previous position. You hear his belt unbuckle and his zipper going down. 

"You're not even going to lick me a bit?" you ask, resting your cheek on the leather seat wiggling your ass to tempt him. 

"Like you deserve it" he spat spreading your pussy lips groaning at the sight of your wetness already leaking. 

You giggle, looking back at his cock, you bite your lips at the angry red of his tip, the veins popping on the sides, you can't wait to feel him inside of you. 

Without warning he enters his full length inside of you and all the air is pulled from your lung. He's filling you so well but his roughness makes it hard to appreciate.  He starts to thrust at a rather slow pace which eases the pain. You slowly start to feel the pleasure, bouncing back on his cock 

"God Suki you do it so well" you moan.

The nickname earns you a spank and you can't help but grin at his easiness to be riled up. Sukuna pulls on your hair until you're against his chest, never slowing down the pace. You grip on the headrest for support locking your eyes with his. 

"Kiss me" you say out of breath. 

The anger can not be mistaken and yet, he dives for a kiss, it feels more like a domination assertance the way he bites on your lips and tongue while keeping your throat in place with one of his warm hands. You moan into the kiss letting your free hand go to his hair pulling lightly on it. He releases your mouth picking up his pace while cursing under his breath. At this point arousal is running down your thigh and you don't care if it stains the leather. Sukuna's cock is kissing your insides perfectly. He tries to be rough but you like it like that, feeling the pleasure escalate quickly inside of you. His thrust gets sloppier, you know he's about to burst.

"Come inside of me please" You beg.

Sukuna grunt at your request, as much as he would like to watch his semence leak out of you he doesn't want to grant you your wishes, the way you danced on his nerves still angers him. He ruts until he's on the edge and pulls out at the last second turning you around to cum on your belly. You're empty and your orgasm has been robbed, the tears prickle in your eyes and when you look up at him, for the first time tonight he smiles, you want to insult him so badly. 

"I'm going to give you a real reason to cry" he coos.

His fingers replace his cock as he curls them up against your g-spot he's rubbing them fast and you feel something that you haven't felt before, it feels like you're about to pee but it feels good too, not wanting to humiliate yourself further you pull at his wrist for him to stop, he only goes faster. Seconds later  you squirt all over his hand and the leather, shaking in his arms as the bliss takes over your body. You moan uncontrollably digging your nails in his skin.  Your eyes are closed, suddenly you want to sleep letting your body slump against his. Sukuna looks at you half asleep in his arms, you almost look peaceful.  He sighs, wiping the cum out of your body and covering you with his sweater. Now that he calmed down he's determined to drive you home before your dad desherite you.

[daddy-suguru]

- ʜᴇ’s ᴀ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ;

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐 ✑ corruption/virgin kink - true form!Sukuna Ryomen

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs | monster fucking, virgin!collage student!reader (has a vague idea of the parts and that they make babies but not how do), heavy virgin & corruption kink, begging, teaching, rough degrading praise, heavy hints at sukuna's jealousy/possessiveness, oral, needing to prep you for both his cocks, fingering you in front of the mirror, grinding, heavy size kink, sukuna is eight feet tall in his true form, sukuna has two dicks, Sukuna's stomach mouth is hungry for your pussy, extreme manhandling/holding you in the air to fuck you, begging, one slap, sukuna makes out with you a little

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ | 2.4k

Pouting at your screen and huffing, placing it face down and planting your face into the pillow. Only to pick your head back up when you hear,

“What’s all this shit?” Sukuna’s crimson eyes are zeroed in on the valentine's card, candies, and flowers on your desk. As he stands in the doorway of your balcony. The long curtains softly flutter next to him, hiding his half-naked body for moments at a time.

Avoiding the question, “Are you allergic to shirts?" It's hard to take your eyes off Sukuna's tanned thick pecs. When you do it's to ogle his six deeply outlined abs. And the v that vanishes into his pants.

He crosses your bedroom while suggesting, "Maybe I should start being allergic to pants too, let my cocks hang out since I don't wear underwear." Grabbing the bundle of roses by the bottom of the stem to hold them upside down.

Sniffing at them while wrinkling up his nose and furrowing his brows. Before dropping them roughly, making some petals fall off the buds. Sukuna eyes up the boxes of candy, and the card on your desk.

Quickly picking up the flowers, holding them to your chest. "Hey! They are still pretty flowers, I just need to get a vase for them." He rolls his eyes and grabs the card reiterating,

"What is this shit?" Closing the balcony door, and locking it. While sliding the thick, sun-blocking curtain shut. As you throw at him,

"Why does it matter?" Setting the flowers in front of the lamp, on your bedside table. As Sukuna drops the glamor hiding his true body. Causing you to blink a few times letting your eyes adjust to the drastic shift in appearence.

Pressing your thighs together, ignoring the wet, warm pulsing throb growing between your legs. As he grunts, "It's that persistent asshole scent lingering on the card. Pathetic gifts." He glances over at you and the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk. As he slams the card into the trash. Which you can't bring yourself to mourn the loss of.

Sukuna walks up to the edge of your bed. His large shadow falls over where you sit leaning against your large fluffy stuffed bear. And when he stretches out all four of his thick muscular arms. While his stomach's tongue drags along its bottom lip.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight of it. It had to be the cause of whatever effect Sukuna posses, like his glamor. To make humans easier to approach for them to consume.

There is nothing wrong with admiring Sukuna. Something clearly inhuman, yet you hadn't dug into what he is. Figuring you shouldn't annoy him with the questions. Instead, you accepted that he will come around like your orange formerly feral stray cat.

Who you managed to get to warm up to you by using food. And now Mr.Cheese is a cuddly house cat. Only with Sukuna, you don't know what he wants just yet. If he wanted to eat you, he could have done so long ago.

Unless he likes playing with his food. Even so what type of fucking around is he doing with you?

Reaching across the bed, with his top left hand, grabbing your ankle. Yanking you down to the bottom of your bed, which Sukuna replaced the frame of after he broke it. When he sat down on it the first time.

His gaze is intense and unreadable as he snaps, "You're lost in your head. Don't tell me you're thinking about the little shit and his pathetic gifts." Furrowing your brows, and rolling onto your stomach.

Crawling away grumbling, "Doesn't matter." Sukuna loosely grabs your throat. While splaying his fingers on your lower back, pressing you into the bed. He groans,

"I can smell you soaking through your panties. Every time I come over your pussy starts dripping. That's why it matters, you're mine princess." Your pussy quivers at the nickname. As you whine,

"Please Sukuna. I want you, please. Don't get jealous, I'm your princess." You don't know what you're begging for. Only that a persistent frustrating desperate aching need for him is fueling you.

"Do you like that one? Do you want to be my pampered pretty princess? Who is guarded and fucked by her big scary monster?" Slipping his hand underneath your baggy shirt. Massaging your cheeks, as his fingers brush close to your clothed pussy.

Shifting your hips rubbing his fingers on your pussy. Grinding your hips back as Sukuna keeps his hand still. While you whimper out, "Fucked?!" You can't stop moving your hips. The friction is better than anything you've felt from touching yourself.

Bringing up to Sukuna, "I know that a man goes in a woman. And it makes a baby with the two parts touch. Why would you want to-" You stop as Sukuna's laughter gets louder as he drops his hand from your throat.

Your cheeks burn Sukuna flips you onto your back. Fixing you back underneath him while admitting, "You have my cocks rock hard desperately rubbing your pussy on my fingers." Pressing his palm on your pussy. His hand is large enough to cover everything.

Urging you to mimic your earlier actions, "Are you sure you want to stop?" His fingertips are just below your belly button. You couldn't get over the size difference. Especially when you were pressed against him cuddling in close during a scary movie.

Squeezing your legs around his hand while grinding your hips. The tingling pleasure from the friction builds a familiar tension in your gut. Which never seems to break no matter how much you try.

Sukuna's smile stretches into a smirk as he tells you, "We won't be making a crotch goblin. Princess, are you a virgin? Tell me I'm the first one to touch your pussy and I might go a little crazy." Sukuna is caging you in with his top arms, as he holds a fist full of your blanket.

Huffing, "So what of it?" Trying to act more attention than you are. As you keep rubbing your clit on his palm. He snickers,

"Defensive little princess aren't you? There is nothing wrong with how I'm going to be the only one to kiss, touch and fill your dripping pussy up." He pins your hips, keeping you from rubbing your clit on his palm.

"Hmm you don't know properly beg how-to for it just yet. Or even what it is, it seems. There are so many pleasurable depraved things I want to do to you, princess. And I want to hear you beg for every one of them." Your eyes widen as you plead,

"Please Sukuna. Whatever it is about you that is making me so wet. Maybe it's part of the glamor but it stays even while you're gone. And touching myself doesn't help." Slipping his fingers underneath your shorts and panties, ripping them off with ease.

"Wrong, that's all you princess. You're my sexy little monster who needs me to help her cum. Aren't you? " Dragging the tip of his stomach's thick tongue along your lips. The hot wet softness of his tongue has you loudly groaning,

"I'm your sexy little monster fucker. Please I want all of you, please! Fuck don't stop that feels so wonderful. Please. Please. I'll learn whatever you want me to, to keep you going." He flicks his tongue faster. As your moans become incoherent pleas.

Sukuna groans, "Mm you're a natural slut aren't you, good girl, keep begging like that. Telling how good I'm making my pretty little virgin pussy feel." Rubbing your clit faster as the tension builds mind spinningly quick.

Unable to handle the mounting pleasure you jerk your hips away. While whimpering, "Don't stop!" Depriving yourself of the pleasure you're craving. As Sukuna drags you back while crooning,

"So fucking hot that your virgin pussy is too sensitive to handle me. You want it so bad even though you can barely handle it. If that isn't the hottest thing. Your pussy must be as greed as you are." Ripping your shirt and dropping the scraps of your t-shirt onto the floor. Sliding one of his hands up your side, massaging your breasts. While the tongue of his hand flicks your nipple.

The soft suckling of the mouth on his hand, lazily rubbing your nipple. Sending sweet pleasure down into your clit. Stroking the tense coil winding inside your gut, tempting it to finally snap.

Reaching out, dragging your fingers over his hard pecs. Only to dig your nails into his chest. In all the times you rubbed your clit after Sukuna left you've never been this close before.

Rambling to Sukuna, "I have a greedy pussy who needs your monster cocks! Hold me down and make my pussy take it. Please I need you to ruin my pussy! Nng!" This warm slick gushes from your pussy soaking his stomach's tongue.

Sukuna wonders, "I wonder how many times you can cum before you're begging for me to stop. Or if you'll let me fuck you to sleep. I'll clean your body up and put an ice pack between your legs. Since your pussy is going to be sore after this." He pulls his stomach's large tongue away.

He grabs your phone off the bed, and takes a picture of your pleasure-drunk face. With his hand around your throat, posting it without a caption to your insta. Before showing you the picture, ""s pretty princess cum drunk wearing my hand like a collar."

Lost in the hazy high of your first time cumming you can't bring yourself to care about the picture. While Sukuna crouches in front of you, spreading your pussy lips apart to look inside of you. As he expresses,

"Your little pussy is going to look so hot painted white with my cum. Fuck she's spasming, squeezing 'round nothing, aching for me." Sukuna kisses your pussy before he stands up.

Stripping himself of his jeans and underwear. When you beg, "Need more of you, I want you to be my first everything." Sitting up, shifting closer to the edge of your bed. As your clit twitches from the sudden lack of stimulation after such intense attention.

Sukuna says, "I'm going to be your first and only princess. You're all mine princess, and I know you are going to be a good girl and learn how to take care of my cock. Aren't you?"

Dangling your legs off the bed as your eyes go wide. His cocks are at eye level when you're sitting down, glancing up at Sukuna only heightens your sense of how small you are in front of the nine-foot-tall beast that Sukuna is. Without his glamor concealing his form.

Dropping your gaze back down, his top cock is standing up. With its pointed tip, which thickens till it reaches a ridged part. Dragging your fingers tips along bumps along the bottom.

Leaning forward and softly kissing the bottom of his top head. "I'll take care of both your monster cocks with my pussy the best I can." Wrapping your hand around his top one, your fingertips don't touch. And Sukuna groans,

"My cock is already big but with your tiny hand around it, it's massive. Nng Princess, I love how you get wetter when I call you that. Nnng!" He grabs the back of your head, pushing you forward. While nudging his tip against your lips, as you open your mouth.

Instructing you, "Stick your tongue out, focusing on breathing through your nose, and don't let your teeth snag me." While pushing his cock deeper into his mouth. You barely fit his tip into your mouth. He is too thick.

Your eyes widen and tears start to blur your sight. Pulling away, dragging his cock along your stuck-out tongue. If not for the smallest point like a tip he wouldn't be able to fit into your mouth at all.

Grabbing his bottom cock with both hands as he groans, "That's it use both your hands to massage my monster cock princess." The bottom head is rounder, with a mushroom-like head.

Trailing your fingers down the veiny but otherwise smooth cock, till you meet a swelling knot at the base. Quickly thrusting his hips forward as he pushes your head. While fat tears roll down your cheeks as he sneers,

"Crybaby, your barely taking the tip. I guess your mouth is useless. Unless I-" He slips his cock out of your mouth. While grabbing your throat, cutting off any protests you have.

Letting go of Sukuna as he lifts you off the bed, holding you close to his face. Your feet dangle off the ground.

Sukuna leans in roughly bitting your bottom lip before kissing you. Slapping your ass roughly to make you gasp. So he can slip his tongue into your mouth. While he grabs your legs, folding and spreading your legs apart.

The tip of his stomach's thick tongue flicks your clit. Causing you to groan into Sukuna's mouth. As you follow along with how his soft tongue rubs yours.

Sukuna pulls away and reiterates, "Your mouth is too small to do much. Unless I'm trying to break your little neck with my cock my time ruining your little virgin pussy and ass, so no human shit could ever get you off the way I can." Whining at the loss of his tongue flicking your clit.

Begging Sukuna, "Ruin my pussy please teddy bear." You picked up the name since he turned into a cuddle monster during movies. With his massive body, you could easily lay on top of him. As he stretches out and hangs off your bed. Which is easily too small for him.

Turning your body around to face the heart-shaped mirror on your wall. Holding your legs open, displaying your wet pussy. While he tightens his grasp around your throat. A third hand cupping one of your breasts.

The teeth sink in as you try to cry and writhe. His three large hands holding you in place to render you to meer trembles. He moans while spreading your pussy open to get one last look at your virgin pussy he says,

"I'm about to make your dripping, sexy little pussy as fucked up as you are in the head. Am I your cuddly teddy bear, making you feel warm between your legs princess? I wonder what you'll call me after I make you watch yourself get fucked." Pushing one thick finger past your lips. As he loosens his grasp around your throat to hear you moaning.

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m.list | 31 days of kink

[hoodjam]

coastal love

a/n1: hey babies, I missed you all so much!! I’ve been so busy but I’m here with an actual story! this is something new for me so I hope yall enjoy 🩷

warnings : tw: death, nudity, very short

The lone sailor waded in the waters, desperately fishing for the deep sea fish that was rumored in the area.

“Damn, fish! I almost had it on the hook when it swam off on me,” the man pouts, slightly sour he blindly follows the fish into the deep blue ocean.

“fuck me, it’s gettin’ dark too, damn, fuck shi-“

“HELP ME!” A woman screamed, sending shivers down the sailor's spine. “SOMEONE, PLEASE.”

A sudden feeling of heroism fell over the man, sending him to stand in his tiny boat looking for any signs of a distressed woman. Scanning the area he saw her, hair wet, clothes tattered, as she clung to a rock with her last strength.

Adrenaline raced through his body, beginning his paddling to rescue the lady.

During your frantic screaming to be saved, you noticed the man rowing towards you, and your heart was filled with relief. “Thank you, sir,” you coughed out, showing him your pearly teeth.

“No worries, but what’s a lady like you in waters like this?” The sailor questions, after stopping his boat near the rock.

You stay silent, watching the man reach his hand towards you to help you into the boat.

“Oh, I was in a bad shipwreck nearby. The storm swept me and my mates away. I’m the only survivor.” You explain, reaching your hand to meet his.

But he pauses, “Hm? A storm? There hasn’t been a storm in a few weeks,” He stares at you, slowly reaching his spear, “there’s no way you swam for that long.”

The sailor grips his spear, mind reeling that more than just deep sea fish is real.

In an instant, your eyes flicker black, as you leap out of the water tackling the man into the ocean. Your tail bright blue, shimmering in the sun was the last thing the man saw.

Deep hunky laughter fills the air, men scattered across the deck, as the vessel they ride on glides on the sea.

“Men! Tonight we celebrate a successful loot of the ocean’s treasure,” the captain of the crew states. His shoulder was broad with years of experience, mouth curled in a smirk not even his scar could taint.

“Once we port, we’ll enjoy the lands’ women! But tonight we drink!”

“Aye!” His men exclaim, mugs already filled with the golden liquor, which makes them light on their feet.

However, before the festivities could start, a drop of rain landed on the captain’s face. Frowning, he looked around his vessel seeing the swirling clouds heading in their direction.

“Men get into positions, we have a storm to bear.”

Without any questions, his crew stationed themselves throughout the ship, with Toji at the helm.

“Gojo! String up the sails, Geto strap down the loose food and drinks, and Sukuna, be ready for any repairs.” Toji barked more orders to his team, a team he trusted with his life.

Heading to the helm he turned the wooden wheel away from the storm, bracing himself, preparing for the worst.

Underwater, you smiled with glee, “What a feast,” you thought.

The storm was a beast, bigger and angrier than any sea creature they’d fought. With all his might he kept the stern face opposite of the storm, but his strength was failing.

“Prepare to “ the captain was interrupted, feeling his gravity shift as his boat capsized. The last thing he seen was his men flipping before his head hit a beam, knocking him unconscious.

The storm ravaged the pirate's ship, throwing bodies and debris across the darkened sea. Eager for your first bite, you greedily swam through the waters dodging everything except the lone barrel that fell from the sky.

Toji woke up on some sandy shore, the back of his head throbbing in pain from his injury. Getting up with a stumble, his eyes burning from the bright sun hinting at a new day.

He walks the coast, looking for any hints of survivors from his crew, “Is that?”

The captain gasps, seeing you lie on the same beach he washed up on, unconscious, naked, and shimmering with a blue hue.

a/n2 : I hoped you guys enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated.

a/n3 : also, no shade, but I’m so tired of the short ass fics!!! let’s get back into long stories 😩 anyway lmk if yall want a part two

[str4wkinzi]

NO LONGER YOUR OWN. pt 2 :3

Sukuna x Reader :3 + a surprise guest (guess who winkwink but hes in like demon/curse form giggles)

NSFW CONTENT!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

(I had NO idea for a part 2 cuz i wasn’t thinking this far so its gonna be super sort sorry babes)

There is bootyhole stuff in this so BEWARE THE BOOTY!!!

Part 1 <3 Part 3

A week later, Sukuna had never left your side. Day after day he kept others far away from you. Your friends wanted to go out? No. A boy you met asked you out? Definitely not.

He likes to keep you in his domain with him. He sits you in his lap and grabs the bottom of your face, making your lips meet his and grinding you down onto his aching cock.

In all truthfulness, he’s never felt like this towards anything. Especially a human. Maybe it’s just a phase. I mean, it’s been a while since someones summoned him.

He tried to force ask you to throw away all those other useless spell books even though they were flukes. He wouldn’t admit it, but even if they were flukes, he hated the thought of another taking you.

He was scared of one of them suddenly working and you summoning another demon or whatever.

What you both didn’t know was.. you ordered another book. You didn’t read the description. If you bought one book you got the other free but just a little while later.

You hear your doorbell ring and you open the door. You look down to see.. a box? You didn’t order anything else.

You take the box to your room, were Sukuna is laying on the bed. You take the book out of the box and it has eyes all over it..? All the eyes are looking in different directions.

“What do you have in your hands?”

You jump as you hear Sukuna’s groggy voice.

“Nothing, it’s just a book.” You reply.

When you turn back to the book all the eyes are looking directly at you. You yelp and Sukuna gets up from his position. He’s wiping his eyes, when he looks down at you holding that book its far too late.

The books already shaking in your grasp. Sukuna looks irritated as the book floats into the air. The books eyes sprout off of the book and into the air around it, starting to spin around the book as white fills your vision.

You’re still sitting on the floor. When you open your eyes after being blinded with light for a second you see..

“Hello there little human!” The man erupts.

A white haired man with blindfolds over his eyes is bending down to meet your gaze. Well, he isn’t exactly- fuck it.

You hear Sukuna grumbling from your bed and the man looks over at him.

“Ah, i see you’ve already summoned my good friend over here!” He smiles as he looks back at you.

“From the looks of it.. he hasn’t told you about me, has he? Oh well!” He says while lifting his blindfold up, exposing all six of his eyes.

“I am Satoru Gojo. And you, little human. Who might you be?” Gojo says with a chuckle.

You begin to speak but Sukuna cuts you off.

“Mine. They’re mine.” Sukuna says, getting off your bed and pulling you up on your feet against his chest. He pulls your shirt up, exposing his mark.

“My, my, my good friend here has really taken a liking to you. Thats rare y’know.”

With two 8 foot tall men glaring at each other above you, you feet below them, it’s kinda hard to think about anything.

This lasts for a minute before Gojo grabs your chin and lifts it up to meet his.

“C’mon old buddy, let’s not fight in front of this lovely thing.” He says with a grin.

Sukuna takes you away from Gojo and back into his arms.

“Let’s find a different way to settle this, okay?” Gojo adds.

“You can’t hog, Sukuna.” Gojo whines as Sukuna pushes your head down on his cock. You could barely handle one of their cocks, now you have to handle two.

With both of them fighting to get your mouth on his cock, all you could do was… nothing.

Going to one then going to the other eventually got them both close. When they both came on your face..

“Fuck, you look like such a slut.” Sukuna spat.

“You look so beautiful, human. All covered in our cum.”

The mix of being praised just to be degraded again makes how you got to this point confusing.

Sukuna loves you. He would never admit that. He’s come so low as to have humane feelings for a humane human.

Gojo has taken a liking to you already. If Sukuna likes you then he’ll love you.

You’re sitting on Sukuna’s lap, him playing with your chest as Gojo eats you out.

Sukuna loves hearing you moan he’d never admit that but he hates when he’s the one making you moan like this. He starts biting your neck while using his other hand to lift your chin up. He’s whispering in your ear but you cant focus on anything right now.

Right after you cum in Gojo’s mouth, Sukuna lays down with you on his chest. Sukuna’s arms wrap around your legs and lift them up, exposing you to Gojo.

Sukuna whispers in your ear about how you’re his while pushing his cock inside your hole. You don’t get a moments breather before Gojo begins to push his cock inside you as well.

Having just one of them inside of you was already a lot. Having two makes it even.. better? With both of them moving in a way that makes sure you stay full you can’t help the moans that fall from your lips.

With you lost in pleasure, you barely even notice how they’re glaring at each other above you. After several minutes of that, Gojo chuckles and speeds up his movements.

Sukuna notices this and speeds up his movements as well.

With them both pounding your cunt like wild animals all you can do is endure the pleasure befalling you.

You knew that this doubled as a competition to them, mainly Sukuna.

Sukuna had been whispering in your ear to not say his name under any circumstances. Gojo almost begged you to say his name.

“Don’t say his name.” Sukuna spat, almost getting cut off by Gojo.

“Say it, little human. Say my name, you already know it.” Gojo pleaded.

You didn’t quite understand why probably because they were fucking your brains out but as soon as Gojo hit your G-spot.. it was over. A loud scream of ‘Satoru Gojo.’

Gojo lifted his blindfold and grabbed your chin. He looks into your eyes for a second before chuckling and fucking you even harder. He kisses you deeply, earning a scowl from the man below you.

Yeah, he won’t like it. Gojo doesn’t care.

Groans and moans fill the space around you. Round after unending round almost seem unfulfilling to both of the men fucking you senseless.

Really, its almost as if you aren’t there. You don’t really know if their little competition is to see ‘who can cum in you the most’ or ‘who can make you cum the most.’ All you know is that your brain is completely mush by now.

With cum escaping both of your holes they finally notice you’re getting overstimulated. After they both cum inside you for the umpteenth time they stop and let you breathe.

You start to feel a pleasuring sensation right where Sukuna’s mark is. Overstimulated whimpers drip from your lips like sweet honey.

Sukuna knows its too late.

Gojo knows its just getting started.

While you’re writhing on the bed they both watch as six eyes appear around Sukuna’s mark, signaling Gojo has also claimed you.

Curses stream from Sukuna’s lips as Gojo chuckles.

STR4WZ STICKY NOTE &lt; its been 3 days gang… daddy missed all my kittens… LMAO ANYWAYS!! i had NO clue for what i should do for a part two. This js like went kablewie in my head and bam its here!! Thanks so much love you all STR4WKINZI AWAYYYY!!! 3

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▪︎Summary: Y/n sure likes to keep a lot of secrets to her friends but to the day has finally come and her secrets are exposed will they abandon her or will they stay.

WARNING: mafia!au, non-jujutsu sorcerers!au, modern day!au, angst, mentions of sexual conversations here and there, smut(at some point), TW!mentions of alcohol, fighting, blood, knives, guns, mentions of violence, brainwashed reader(at some point)

PART 1

Vengeance...Blood...Kill..

And with those three words all i could think of was the blood gushing out of their bodies, watching them die mercily...

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Having to hide such a huge secret is not the easiest thing a human being can achieve to do. Sure, it is easy to hide the fact that you kissed or had sex with your toxic ex to your friends, or hiding the fact that having a massive crush on them is easy again. You see these are all easy secret to hide it from them, but being the boss to one of the most dangerous mafias that has ever existed sure is easy..right?

"Stop sleeping and get up you lazy ass." she says as she flicks my forehead, slowly opening my eyes to look over to my side only to see Nobara looking down at me with her hands crossed. "First of ouch..secondly why should I? I barely got sleep last night." I turn my back at her covering myself from head to toe with the blanke trying to fall back asleep, only to feel the cold air hit my body "Oh shut up it is not my fault you stayed with that damned phone all night plus we promised Shoko and Utahime that we would help them painting their house."

I groan in annoyance as i kick my feet to the mattress "Cant you just go alone and tell 'em that i got sick or something? Noba...I really dont wanna go i feel really tired." and with that guilt washed all over me seeing her looking at me with those disappointed eyes. Turning around to leave my room she stops at the doorstep "You know... oh forget it its not even worth saying you'll always make up excuses again." and with that i watch her leave my room only after a couple of seconds to hear the front door forcefully getting shut. I sigh as i get up from my bed sitting down and looking at the floor 'if only i could tell..if only...'

Truth is I was up all night trying to find the location of Ryomen Sukuna. An infamous mafia leader that has been wanted for years, searching for him is not that easy since...well lets just say he has his own old ways. I get up once again walking towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my little sincare morning routine and apply some light make up. I walk back to my room going towards my closet to grab a plain white crop top, some old sweatpants and a jacket. I grab my hat and sunglasses looking at myself once again in the mirror in my living room and then i head out.

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...Ring....Ring...Ring...

'Meet me at _____ in 20 minutes'

I look down to my watch only to see more than 20 minutes have passed "Where the hell is he? Whats taking him so long?". As im about to pull out the flip phone to call him he appears, only to see him breathing heavily with sweat dripping down his forehead to his neck. "Jesus fucking Christ were the hell where you that you had to run." I watch him sit down on of the empty chairs in the room as he waves at me away with his hand, only for me to chuckle at his action. "You literally called a last minute meeting in the middle of fucking NOWHERE and on top of THAT ITS ON THE 50TH FUCKING FLOOR and MIND YOU the elevator does NOT work." I laugh at his sudden tantrum as at the same time I make myself comfortable on the chair that is on the opposite direction of him "Damn it sure is pleasing to see a quiet person throw a whole tantrum about some stairs." He shot at me a death glare as i simply chuckle it away... "Now let's begin shall we..."

After 'bout an hour or so we both grunt to the feeling of disappointment. "This is just so frustrating I FUCKING HATE HIM!" and within seconds the chair has ended up on the other side of the room. He just looks at me unamused as he slightly rolls his eyes "Calm down." thats the only sentence that comes out of his mouth 'damn he went quiet again..' i thought to myself. I go over where the chair is grabing it and bring it close to the table and sit on it. "You know this is just hell for me we will never going to find him or the last remaining antique."

I place my head on the table as i sigh deeply, only to feel big hands on my shoulders to slowly massage them.He looks down at my exposed neck, leaning down to it close to my ear only to whisper.. "Calm down." ...again. He softly pecks the back of my neck as I lean in on his touch of his softly lips, I sigh once again and lean back up to push him away slowly. "Let's just call it a day its already 2pm I need to get back." He crosses his arms as he looks down at me with a raised eyebrow "something happened?". I turn around to look at him with a slight pouty face "Nobara got mad at me again because i bailed on our plans...again and Shoko and Utahime are also probably mad at me too." He just stares at me for a couple of seconds and just shakes his head, "Go ill take care of everything."

My face lits up and i go over to him on tip toes to give him a big hug "You are the best, this is why you are my right hand man." and with that i quickly get out of the room and make my way towards Shoko's house.

...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...

'The number you have called is not available at th-'

'sigh...what have i done'

As im walking down the street i notice a bakery, thinking to myself 'since i made them mad i might as well make it up to them'.I go into the shop and look around only to leave the shop with a bunch of sweets in my hands, "Damn they sure will love this..specially Satoru." i chuckle to myself and make my way again towards the house. Walking in narrow alleys sure its a bit scary when you're alone but its even scarier when someone is following, and by someone meaning an enemy.

I cut out routes passing through old buildings, in order for him not to follow me to my friends house I quickly make my way towards and old looking house getting and setting the bags down. I hide behind a wall waiting for him to get lured by my trap and once they are in i quietly and quickly headlock him placing a hand over their mouth. He grabs me by the hands and rolls me over to the ground taking a knife out he tries to knife me in the heart but i quickly roll over, get up and forcefully kick the knife out of his hand with my leg. I grab it and place it over his neck, slowly walking forward for him only to walk backwards, "Who are you and who sent you?" getting amuzed by his scared face, pale face and cold sweat dripping down his forehead.."P-please s-spare m-" ..i give him a smile and with that i slice his neck.

I watch him fall down, gagging trying to get some air only for him to fail as he stops breathing after a couple of minutes. I crouch down at him and grab his shirt to clean the knife. "This is what happens when you dont answer the correct questions that you are being told..now shall we send your boss a quick message?". I cut his shirt off with the knife and i start carving on his body.

'I'll find you'

I clean the knife once again and place it in my pocket making sure to dispose it later. I grab the bags and making my way towards the house once and for good.

After twenty minutes or so i finally arrive at Shoko's house, anxiety slowly building up on my stomach prepared to be yelled at, well...mostly from Utahime. I knock on the door tree time making a quick pause then knocking again two times. The door opens only to be revealed by-

"Utaa...heyy nice to see you" she gave me a glare that sent shiver down my spine "WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU Y/N I THOUGHT WE PLANED TO-" "i bought sweets" I tell her as i shove the boxes to her face making her to hold them. I get in the house closing the door behind me as I look around taking a big sniff to smell the freshly painted living room. I take my shoes off as i make myself comfortable around "This is a nice apartment i love it" "Thanks took a while to find a nice place like this" Shoko say and as per usual her cigarette never leaving her mouth. I sit down to the floor as the rest of them follow my lead sitting down making a circle.

Utahime places the opened boxes of sweets in the middle so anyone can take as much as they want. "Never thought you'd drop by, your always so "busy" for us and you never stay even if you do its for a short period of time" Nobara says to me while she its a cookie. I drop my head low smiling knowing that those words dont only hurt me but her and the rest of group. "Well-.." "Well what? You always cancel on us saying your vusy yet you never tell us with what, you're always so "mysterious and all that" you weren't like that" Geto says as he cut me off not letting me say a single word. My heart feels shattered I've been so focused of finding Sukuna that i forgot that i also gad a normal life to live and friends that actually do wanna be in my life.

I bring my head up high and give a soft smile "Im sorry I truly am I've been busy with work so much, that I've forgotten about reality, I've working double shifts and I've also work late night shifts so its-" "Don't even worry about that" Gojo says to me while wrapping a hand around my shoulder, looking down at me while giving me a soft smile "We just want you to be happy and healthy nothing else if you need us we will always be by your side" I smile at his kind words as i shove him away while giving him a slap on the shoulder "You corny bitch dont talk to me all lovely like that you just saying that because i got sweets" they all chuckle and giggle at the remark as they all agree with me.

It is nice being like this with everyone I feel like Im finally free like there is nothing stopping me for being with my loved ones...

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Looking down at the the body he laughs hysterical as he takes a picture. "I'll find you huh...adorable." He places his phone back into his pocket and calls out his man telling them to dispose the body. He gets in the backseats of the car telling the drive to drive off. Pulling his phone out he looks at the picture once again chuckling to himself.. "Boss will be entertained with this"

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Heatwave

The hot weather triggers your heat unexpectedly, but your Alpha Sukuna takes good care of you.

Pairing: Alpha!Sukuna x Omega!Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff, omegaverse Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, omegaverse, going into heat, oral, breeding, knotting, praise, biting. Reader is contemplating getting pregnant in the future. Reader and Sukuna are mates. Reader is on birth control but still goes into heat. This is a modern AU. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Part two of my Heatwave Summer Series

It happens while you're at work. Suddenly, the air in your office feels too hot, almost suffocating. It's as if the heatwave that's holding the city in its chokehold those last few days is finally winning. But one look at the a/c tells you that it is still running at full power. You shouldn't feel so hot. Something is wrong. And it has nothing to do with the air conditioning in the SHRINE Group's fancy downtown office.

A strong wave of dizziness hits you, making you knock your coffee cup over, spilling its contents all over your desk. You curse and hastily get up to grab some paper tissues, only to clutch the desk tightly as a strong wave of nausea washes over you. You feel feverish, your pulse is fluttering. And then there is this throbbing. Your eyes widen.

You know these symptoms.

But it's not the right time! You cannot be in heat! Please, not now, not here at work! 

Usually, your heat cycle is under control, and you can plan ahead, take your heat-leave from work, and get comfortable at home in your nest.

But an unexpected heat throws you into chaos. You cannot stay here! You need...

You are out the door in a heartbeat, swaying on unsteady feet but making your way hastily down the hallway towards the large door of the CEO's office, where he is.

Your husband, your mate, your Alpha.

Sukuna.

You are instinctively drawn to him, your mind and body screaming to see him and throw yourself into his strong arms and let him take care of you.

His assistant, Uraume, says something to you, but you cannot make sense of their words. All you know right now is that something is very wrong and that the only one who can make it right again is Sukuna. Before Uraume can stop you, you have already yanked open the door to the CEO's office.

Sukuna is sitting at his luxurious desk, looking as flawless as ever. The only sign that he acknowledges the unusual temperatures is that he has removed his suit jacket and is now in his dark red dress shirt, but his black tie is still perfectly in place.

You gulp when you see how the shirt accentuates his broad figure, hugging his buff muscles deliciously, showing how impressive he is. Not just any Alpha. Sukuna is THE Alpha in this city. Powerful, dominant, attractive, and intelligent. Deadly towards his rivals but caring towards you.

He sits in his leather chair as if it were his throne, oozing confidence and power. Tall and muscular, pink hair styled perfectly, combed back over his undercut, filigree black tattoos decorating his beautiful face enticingly.

His chin rests on the back of his left hand, next to the glittering wedding ring that shows he belongs to you.

His beautiful maroon eyes snap to the door, with a dangerous glint in them upon getting disturbed. But that expression melts into a soft one when Sukuna sees who entered his office. He smirks and raises one eyebrow.

"Oh, darling. Did you miss me?"

But his teasing manner gets replaced by a worried expression when he sees the feverish state you are in.

Sukuna is by your side only a second later, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you against his broad chest. He is always so protective of his mate. You snuggle against him gratefully, pushing your nose against your Alpha's shirt, inhaling his comforting scent as you cling to him.

Sukuna's face presses lightly against the side of your neck, sniffing you, too. His breath brushes over your skin, and suddenly, Sukuna tenses up against you. His arms tighten their hold around you, and a low growl escapes his lips,

"You are in heat."

Before you even know what's happening, Sukuna has already grabbed his suit jacket from his chair and holds it out for you,

"Put this on, sweetheart. Let's get you home."

He gently puts the jacket over your shoulders, wrapping you in his scent while leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your neck. You almost sob in relief.

Sukuna's right hand comes to rest on the small of your back, and he gently but firmly steers you towards the door. You pass his assistant's desk, who hurries to get up, but Sukuna makes them stop with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Uraume, I will be out of the office for the rest of the day. Probably tomorrow, too. Please re-schedule all my appointments."

He keeps you in front of him while you walk down the hallway towards the elevator. The strong Alpha protecting his mate. Shielding your back, pressing his tall and muscular body against you.

No one would be crazy enough to dare approach Sukuna's omega, yet he never lets his guard down when it comes to you. The thought makes your heart ache with how much you love him.

There are some curious glances coming from some of your coworkers that you pass in the hallway, but Sukuna growls at them in a deadly calm voice,

"Get back to work. If I catch anyone so much as breathing in her scent, you are fired."

Your heart and your pussy throb for him.

You make it to the elevator and down to the underground parking space, where Sukuna helps you gently into his car.

You sound a bit hysterical when you say,

"I... I don't understand what is going on, Kuna. It's much too soon for my heat to start. And it feels... it feels different. Stronger somehow. It doesn't feel right!"

But Sukuna's voice is calm, velvety like a warm caress, instantly soothing your nerves,

"I have heard of cases where a sudden climate change triggered a heat. Maybe the current heatwave is to blame for this. Don't worry, my love. I am going to look after you."

He smiles his most charming smile at you. His large hand cups your cheek and caresses it lovingly, soothing you and reassuring you that things will be okay.

You smile at him gratefully,

"Thank you, Kuna. But you have that important meeting with the Infinity Group in an hour. I feel bad that I am keeping you from work..."

Sukuna huffs and shakes his head,

"It doesn't matter, darling. Uraume can re-schedule it. You will always be more important to me than work or anything else. I am your Alpha and your mate. I provide for you. I take care of you at all times. And now, lean back and try to relax while I drive us home so I can take proper care of you."

His beautiful maroon eyes glitter as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it tenderly while he fixes you with a gaze that holds so much fierceness and intensity that it leaves no room for doubt.

This is a command from your Alpha, and you will obey.

His words make something primal in you come alive. A soft moan escapes your lips, and your legs press together automatically as the all-too-familiar throbbing in your core flares up at your Alpha's words.

Yes, you need him to take proper care of you. You need him to breed you, to stuff you full of his Alpha cock and his hot seed.

You whine as you feel your slick coating your pussy lips, drenching your panties and probably the fine leather seat beneath you, too.

But you manage a nod and let out a long breath as you lean back in your seat and snuggle even deeper into Sukuna's suit jacket, burying your nose in the collar of it and breathing in your Alpha's scent deeply while Sukuna turns up the a/c and backs out of the parking space.

The moment you step into your penthouse apartment, you feel relief wash over you. Yes, this feels right. This is where you are supposed to be today. Here in your home, in your nest, where everything is safe and smells like your mate.

You feel a sob finding its way out of your lips as you slump against the wall.

The cool air-conditioned air of the apartment should feel good on your skin. It should help you cool down again. But it doesn't. This form of heat cannot be tamed. You still need so much more.

Your legs press together involuntarily as you feel another violent throbbing between your thighs, even more intense than the last one. A deep craving so feral that it cannot be silenced. Your panties are wet with your slick. They stick to your swollen pussy uncomfortably.

Your body is preparing itself for your Alpha. Slicked-up cunt, wet and hot, ready to get mounted and stuffed full of a big knot and generous amounts of seed.

The thought alone is enough to make you tremble. You need your Alpha, your mate, your husband. You need Sukuna. You need his strong arms around you, need his soothing low voice, need the comfort of his buff body against you, his firm muscles under your hands, and the bliss of his knot deep inside your aching cunt.

You shudder with arousal when he steps up to you, caging you between his beefy body and the wall. His strong arms wrap around you, steadying you and enveloping you in your mate's familiar, intoxicating scent.

Sukuna smells of cherry blossoms and smoke and a warm, rich flavor that you associate with a deep red color, like love, passion, red wine and autumn leaves. Warm and sexy, comforting like home, and powerful like a wildfire burning down whole cities in its way.

He leans down to press his face against your neck, breathing you in deeply, finally allowing himself to let go now that you are in your shared home. A low growl escapes his mouth as his lips caress your skin.

"Fuck. Your scent drives me crazy. My sweet little omega needs me so bad."

You can only whine in response, helplessly getting swallowed by the primal instinct that always takes hold of you during your heat. You aren't in control anymore. From now on, it's raw instinct. The primal need to get bred.

Your hands cling to Sukuna's muscular back as you press yourself needily against your Alpha's tall, strong body. You can smell his need for you, the scent of his arousal so musky and thick and seductive that it makes your head spin. His hardness is pressing against you through his suit pants, cock already swelling for you, filling for his omega that needs to get mounted and stuffed full of a big Alpha cock.

It's how nature intended it. An omega in heat and a strong Alpha to take care of them.

And your Alpha is the strongest Alpha you ever encountered. Powerful and dominant like no other. So dedicated to providing for you, to take care of you.

Sukuna claims your lips with a heated and passionate kiss, pushing you against the wall, making you moan needily into his mouth as he licks into you with hungry, deep strokes of his tongue. But the kiss only lasts for a moment, and you whine at the loss of Sukuna's mouth on yours when he pulls away with one last open-mouthed flick of his tongue against yours.

You feel feverish with need as your Alpha drops to his knees in front of you. A sight that always leaves you breathless. To see this powerful man on his knees for you. On his knees for his mate, for his wife. He looks up at you with glimmering maroon eyes and that typical sexy smirk on his handsome face.

You exhale shakily, but it comes out as a growl as your instincts take over, your heat making you a victim of your body's most primal urge.

"A.. Alpha.. please...I need you...aah ah. Kuna..."

"I got you, darling. I'll take good care of you, my love."

Sukuna's voice is so low and sexy that it makes your pussy twitch with need, overflowing with your creamy slick. His large hands land on your thighs, steadying you, fixing you to the wall, strong fingers that leave bruises on their way, but it's what you need in those moments. Getting marked and claimed by your Alpha.

You shudder under his touch, your body instantly reacting to your Alpha's loving hands. A thin rivulet of slick is slowly running down your left thigh, feeling cold on your heated skin when the air-conditioned air lands on it.

But the chilly feeling gets replaced by the velvety warmth of Sukuna's tongue. He growls in the back of his throat while he catches your creamy slick with his tongue, slowly following the trail up your thigh, licking it off your skin, making you moan and tremble, almost coming undone.

Your hands reach out blindly to tangle in Sukuna's soft pink hair, tugging desperately on it, pulling him needily to where you need him the most. To that throbbing wild ache between your legs. But Sukuna is already one step ahead of you. His large, strong hands run up your thigh, slipping under your skirt and pushing it up to reveal your soaked-through panties to his intense gaze.

You whimper when you see the hunger in your Alpha's eyes. He desires you just as much as you desire him.

A second later, Sukuna's beautiful face is pressed against your drenched lace panties, his soft lips attached to your puffy clit, sucking it through the thin fabric. Your hips buck and a feral-sounding cry falls from your lips as your head falls back against the wall with a soft thud.

You push your wet heat needily against Sukuna's face, tugging on his hair, moaning his name so loud and desperately that you would be ashamed under other circumstances. But today, your most primal instincts have taken hold of you, and you cannot be bothered to care about how horny you sound.

A tearing sound is heard. Sukuna ripped your panties off you, exposing your soaked, puffy cunt to his hungry eyes, making both of you growl, filling the penthouse with your mating calls.

Sukuna pushes his nose between your pussy lips, making it rub over your sensitive, swollen clit, drawing another loud, needy moan from your lips.

You are hypnotized by the sight of your Alpha rubbing his pretty face against your pussy, smearing your cream over his gorgeous features, and watching you while he does so with desire and love clearly visible in his maroon eyes.

It's so messy. You are so messy, pussy overflowing with slick, clearly in a full-blown heat, luring your Alpha in with your scent, demanding his seed, his knot, his pups. It's pure primal need at this point. A state that leaves you a horny, needy mess every time.

Sukuna buries his face between your spread legs, growling lowly. Your head spins when you see him take a deep breath, inhaling your scent hungrily.

"You smell so good, darling. I'm going to breed you all night."

His voice is low, dripping with sex and arousal and dominance. His tongue flicks over your wet clit, making your legs give away. But Sukuna's hands hold you in their firm grip, pushing you against the wall and fixing you there as his tongue moves through your slicked-up folds, tasting you, drinking you. He pushes his long, hot tongue into you, eliciting a cry from you as your eager pussy twitches wildly around his muscle.

But it's not enough to satisfy the craving you feel. You need his cock. You need his hot seed filling you until you are so full of it that you are overflowing.

Your Alpha knows this, of course. Before you can beg him for more, Sukuna is already back on his feet again, towering over you so tall and big, growling in the back of his throat as he looks at you with a fire in his eyes and a massive bulge in his black slacks.

He swoops you up into his buff arms, making you whimper with need. You can't help but feel your pulse flutter at how small you feel in the arms of this huge Alpha. He is such a beast, so strong, so big. And he is so dedicated to fuck you right. To fuck your heat away.

"I'll take care of you, my sweet little omega-wife. Your Alpha's gonna take good care of you."

You nod feverishly, feeling the sweat run down your back and more slick coating your swollen pussy lips as Sukuna carries you princess style to the bedroom, one large hand slipping between your legs to play with your pussy, caressing it tenderly, fucking you slowly with this thick thumb, taking care of you until you can get his big Alpha cock to satisfy your need.

Your hands run over his muscular chest, needily clawing at his clothes in your desperation to feel your Alpha's skin on yours.

He smiles when he places you carefully on the King-sized bed. It is a display of power, proving just how powerful of an Alpha Sukuna is that he is able to stay in control even when his omega is in heat and exuding pheromones that make Sukuna's cock throb.

His touch is firm and sure when he undresses you, removing your clothes until you are completely naked, every inch of your skin brimming with need and lust, your needy cunt oozing slick onto the silk bedding, begging to get touched by your Alpha.

You feel feverish as you watch your husband get undressed, taking off his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing more and more of his tattoed skin and firm muscles.

He pushes down his slacks and black boxer briefs to reveal his Alpha cock to your hungry gaze, resting thick and strong against his taut abs. A fat vein is pulsating gorgeously on the underside, and two black rings are tattoed around the thick base to show Sukuna's status as a powerful Alpha. His cock stands rock-hard, leaking milky pre-cum. His balls are taut and round, heavy with his precious seed that contains the antidote to your ache.

A desperate sob escapes your lips. Your chest heaves with your excited breaths, almost hyperventilating in your need for Sukuna.

Your legs are already spread, and you pull them to your chest, instinctively presenting yourself to the powerful Alpha in front of you, presenting him your breedable cunt, wet and needy. Ready to get claimed by his fat cock.

Your breath hitches in your throat as Sukuna's glittering gaze lands on you, a smirk lifting the corners of his lips as he takes in your naked, willing body, so wild for him and his knot.

He slowly walks over to the bed, maroon eyes watching you hungrily. Like a predator stalking his prey, the big bad wolf who is about to take his victim. A very willing victim, though. His mate, with a scar in the shape of his canines on your neck, with a wedding band on your ring finger, with a wet cunt that aches for his knot.

He is your man. Your Alpha. There could never be another for you. You are Sukuna's for life.

You submit to him eagerly when he crawls over you, naked and muscular, with his buff muscles and black tattoos fully on display for your love-drunk eyes. So big and strong on top of you. Your Alpha. Your mate. Your whole world.

He smiles at you while his maroon eyes glimmer with that fire they always get when he is about to mount you and fuck your heat away.

His lips catch yours in a deep kiss, tongue licking sensually into your mouth, making your pussy twitch and your hands run needily up and down his broad, muscular back. His thick mushroom tip drips his hot pre-cum onto your belly, making you hiss into the kiss with need.

Sukuna flicks his tongue against yours once more before he pulls away to grin at you,

"Turn around, darling. On your stomach, like a good girl. I want to breed you right. You need me extra deep in you today, don't you, omega?"

But your mind is too blurry to answer him. It doesn't matter, though, because Sukuna is there to take control. To take care of you. His large, strong hands are already grabbing your hips and flipping you over on your stomach, so dominant, so strong, but so gentle and loving at the same time.

You keen into the silk pillow underneath your face that smells of your Alpha, lifting your ass needily for him, offering yourself to him, begging to get mated and knotted.

You are in good hands with Sukuna. In the best hands. He is the most powerful Alpha of this city, or maybe even of this whole country. And he fucks you like the natural leader that he is.

He pushes your thighs apart, lowering his beefy body on top of you, pressing you down into the mattress, offering the comfort of his heavy weight on top of you.

He rolls his hips against you, making his thick, wet cockhead slap your puffy clit several times before it catches on your slicked-up hole, making you writhe beneath him in your horny need to get taken by your Alpha.

You cry loudly into the pillow when Sukuna snaps his hips and buries his fat cock deep inside your needy cunt with one powerful thrust.

You orgasm the moment he is sheaved fully inside you, pussy twitching needily around him, slick gushing over him, welcoming him with the first orgasm of many, milking his fat cock wildly, begging for his fertile seed to fill you. Begging him to fuck his pups into you.

Your hands claw helplessly at the silk pillow as you try to get more of your man, lifting your ass and pressing against him, moaning and crying, face wet with tears while you sob and whine for his cock and his seed and his knot.

"More...please...Alpha...more...oh god...Sukuna!!"

But your Alpha is there for you, soothing you. Dominant and strong. Sukuna leans down to kiss your neck, resting even more of his weight on you. One of his large hands captures both your wrists in his firm grip and fixes them above your head, restraining you effortlessly, stopping your desperate movements.

You sob in relief, feeling so taken care of with your Alpha's buff body on top of you, restraining you, anchoring you on his cock.

The headboard of your bed thumps rhythmically against the wall as Sukuna fucks you into the mattress with deep, hard strokes of his big Alpha cock. He is so deep inside you, rutting into your needy, wet cunt with his powerful thrusts, mounting you hard and unrelentingly.

He knows exactly what his omega needs. Knows how to breed you the right way to fuck you through your heat.

His big Alpha cock makes you squeal and cry with lust as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you. Sukuna growls against your neck, low and sexy, making your head spin. He sounds so hot. So full of primal need, too.

Your cunt clenches greedily around his fat Alpha cock when you feel him cum for the first time, filling you with the first thick load of his hot seed. You're crying as you milk him eagerly, taking all his precious, fertile seed deep into you, your body so eager to carry his pups.

Sharp teeth graze over your skin, and then Sukuna bites your neck and marks you up again, right where he left his first mark on you when he mated you and made you his for life. His name falls from your lips in a needy moan.

Sukuna's hips move rhythmically, rutting into you with savage, deep thrusts. His cock is stroking all the right places inside you, and his heavy balls full of seed smack wetly against your pussy with every powerful thrust, loud and wet, spreading your slick everywhere. It's drooling out of your cunt and onto his balls, making a mess on his cock and the bed, getting fucked back into you with every hard snap of your Alpha's hips.

It drives you wild. You are lost in your heat, growling and whining for your strong Alpha to fuck all the madness away.

And Sukuna does just that. He always makes everything feel right again. He always takes all the chaos and turns it into something he has under control. So dominant, so strong. He is the master of your heat.

Sukuna fucks you for hours without any sign of weakness. His cock stays rock hard all the time, swollen and thick, so perfect for filling you and making you cum again and again until you are so exhausted that you tremble weakly under his muscular body. But you know you don't have to do anything. You have Sukuna to take care of you.

He gives you anything you need. His cock, his seed, his love.

His low, velvety voice is so sexy when he leans down to whisper in your ear while he humps your soaking wet pussy slowly,

"Yeah, like that, my sweet thing. Taking your Alpha's seed so well. You would carry my pups so well. You are such a good omega for me."

You whine loudly, trying to reply to him, but at this point, you are just a babbling mess, crying and sobbing, trying desperately to get even more of Sukuna, even though you are already stuffed to the hilt with his thick Alpha cock, your cunt overflowing with his hot cum.

But Sukuna knows what you need. Of course, he does. You don't have to tell him.

"Shhh. I know, sweetheart. I know. I got you. Relax, my love."

His voice is soothing, full of dominance and love, and you feel his soft, warm lips caress your neck tenderly right over your mating mark before they press a lingering kiss to it.

"I'll give you my knot. I'll give you all of me."

He bucks his hips, pushing his thick cock as deep into your slick cunt as possible, stuffing you with it, and pressing you down into the bed with his weight. And then you feel it. The stretch.

The swelling at the base of Sukuna's cock is growing steadily, stretching your pussy around his growing knot. He is so huge, so powerful, the Alpha of all Alphas, and that shows in his size.

You always struggle to take all of him, to take his massive knot. But you crave it tonight. You need it desperately. You need to be claimed fully by your Alpha. You need to be plugged with Sukuna's fat knot for hours, keeping all his hot seed inside your aching omega cunt that's begging for his pups.

Sukuna trails kisses over your neck, soothing you, helping you relax. He lets go of your wrists, so he can massage your puffy clit, helping you become loose for his huge knot.

"It's ok, my love. Just let go. I'm gonna knot you so good."

You whine, eyes rolling back in bliss when you feel his fat knot swell even more, filling you so completely. You're his. You're Sukuna's. You aren't going anywhere. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't run from him. He has you on his knot, and your whole body is covered by his buff, muscular body. It's perfect. It makes you feel so taken care of. So loved.

Sukuna groans, moaning your name softly, praising you for being such a good omega for him and letting him knot you. His large hands come up to cover the backs of your much smaller hands, interlacing his fingers with yours.

Hot tears of bliss run down your cheeks and into the silk pillow beneath you. You are surrounded by Sukuna. He is your whole world. He is all you know in those frantic moments of primal fucking. His big muscular body feels so perfect on top of you, his fat knot plugging your twitching cunt, keeping all his warm seed deep inside your aching cunt. His enticing, musky Alpha scent is everywhere, filling your nostrils, making your head spin from the love you feel for him.

This is the closest you can be to someone. Knotted by your Alpha. Completely giving yourself to him, submitting to him entirely, trusting him with everything. You sob Sukuna's name, your voice so full of love and devotion, mumbling incoherently as your head spins and your pussy throbs around his huge, swollen knot.

And he humps you slowly, as much as his fat knot allows. Slow, gentle thrusts that make his swollen cockhead rub your sweet spot, fucking you into a state of complete bliss. He growls praise into your ear every time you orgasm on his knot, telling you how good you are for him.

This is where you want to stay forever. Here in your bed, in your nest, where Sukuna mates you, fucks you, claims you over and over again. Where he cums in you over and over again, filling you with rope after rope of his hot seed while he growls your name and groans in your ear.

Your orgasms become more gentle with time, building up slowly only to make you cry in relief when they wash over you, so good, so intense that you feel like you are floating. You shudder around your Alpha's cock, whining his name and milking him with your convulsing pussy, taking all his thick loads of Alpha seed into your needy cunt.

It's dark by now. Only the moonlight and the city lights outside your window illuminate the bedroom, but you and Sukuna remain in your mating position. His thick Alpha cock and knot stuffing your omega cunt, your bodies pressing tightly against each other. Your movements grow slower, and loud growls and cries of pleasure turn into soft moans and whispered words of love. After a while, Sukuna rolls the two of you onto the side, pulling the blanket over you, getting more comfortable. But he keeps you on his cock and his knot all the time.

You sigh dreamily as Sukuna wraps you in his muscular arms, holding you tightly, kissing your neck while whispering the sweetest things to you. He is so good to you, so loving and sweet. Mating you, anchoring you, satisfying you for as long as you need.

You smile, almost delirious with happiness and love, feeling so full and taken care of.

"This is perfect. Please stay like this, Kuna. Don't go, please."

He laughs softly, sounding warm and full of love.

"I'm not going anywhere, my love. I am not leaving when my darling needs me so bad. I have all day and night to knot you and fill you with my seed. I love you, baby."

He cups your chin with one of his large hands and tilts your head back to capture your lips in a deep, hungry kiss while his Alpha cock pulses another load of hot cum into you. Sukuna's lips are soft against yours, his tongue stroking yours tenderly. Deep, passionate kisses that grow calmer eventually, turning into slow, sensual caresses.

You stay like that the whole night.

Sukuna lets you have his knot for hours. The sun is already rising again over the city, bathing the skyscrapers in its warm golden light, when the swell of Sukuna's knot slowly starts to subside.

He finally slips out of you, but not without kissing you tenderly, making sure you know he is still there for you. He's such a caring mate. Such a good Alpha.

You smile at Sukuna when he gets up from the bed. His warm maroon gaze meets yours, and he grins at you, making you marvel at how beautiful he is, with his buff muscles and filigree tattoos, with the soft expression on his gorgeous face, his half-hard cock still glistening from your slick and his seed while the sun rises behind him outside the floor to ceiling windows of your penthouse.

Sukuna picks up the shirt he abandoned on the floor yesterday and hands it to you.

"Here, sweetheart, something for your nest. Get cozy while I get breakfast for you."

You sigh happily as you snuggle into your bed, holding Sukuna's shirt tightly and inhaling his comforting scent. You feel so content, so calm, and so loved. Wrapped in your Alpha's scent, filled with his cum, and marked by his teeth. Just like it should be.

A wave of gratefulness washes over you. You are so lucky to have Sukuna as your mate, as your Alpha. He is so strong and caring, always loving and breeding you right.

You are on birth control, so his seed won't take. But you catch yourself thinking that maybe one day, you will have Sukuna's pups. Maybe soon, it'll be time to give this world a few more strong Alphas like him.

AAAAHHH ALPHA SUKUNA DRIVES ME FERAL 💗😭 This story became much longer than intended. But I cannot be blamed. I am just a little omega, and naturally, Alpha Sukuna makes me lose control A LOT lmaooo.

I hope you enjoyed this story and that Alpha Sukuna could comfort you with his dominant and caring nature ;)

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

The Misadventures of the Phoenix and Chimera Sorcerers. Part 8 - Training

Hi everyone. This is part 8. This is for my rper parnter;

@the-silver-peahen-residence's muses ( Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara ). Also if you notice, I decided to make a Daichi/Kisho blog so in order to built up a good activity for this blog. This is the first step! Also if you want to read the other parts, they are here!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

----- Summary ----

A normal day at Jujutsu High, the students are training at the grounds to practice with their cursed techinques. Megumi gets a glimpse of Daichi's training and is curious. How will this day go out?

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There is a day off at school today but it doesn't mean that the students can slack off. Today is training day meaning that the students must take the time to train with their cursed energy.

Right now, Megumi has subjugated another shikigami in his arsenal. The Piercing Ox. He got it thanks to his shikigami. Yuji got some done with his Divergent Fists and came up with new moves using his feet. The two are wondering what Kisho is up to. They see Kisho on an isolated hill. He is moving while flames are around. It's like he dancing or doing karate, using dynamic hand and feet movement. Yuji and Megumi are curious of what Kisho is up to so they go over to see what's going on.

"Hey...uh..." Yuji is conflicted. Should he call Kisho or Daichi.

'Just say 'hey dumbass', brat.' Sukuna grumbled. He is still sour about the goat that Daichi exorcised is now staying here as a spirit. Good thing, that Principal Yagi made a cursed doll for the spirit to go inside and possess it. Now the goat is more cuter much to Sukuna's displeasure.

'No way!' Yuji retorted.

Wilson the goat is now sleeping with Eito sitting on top of him, watching his partner train. Great, two more damn plushies! Sukuna rolled his eyes. He heard the goat helps Principal Yagi since the principal enjoys its company. Goddamnit.

"Oh hi, guys!" Kisho smiles. He is not wearing his glasses but he isn't wearing his uniform. More like activewear. He wears a tee and shorts with leggings underneath. His hair is wild, seeing the red strand. "What's up?"

"We're just here to train more! Looks like you have been training too!" Yuji smiled while Megumi wore a neutral expression.

"I am! I am now inspired in making movement with my flames!" Kisho grinned.

"We saw." Megumi said. "You don't usually throw fire or anything like you usually do. It's like you're dancing..." He said, curious. "Are you trying to do what Itadori does?"

"Somewhat! But yes, it looks like I'm dancing! But I'm not!"

"Oh? What is it?" Yuji asked. Kisho chuckles and does a pose, "It's called Firebending!"

This silences the duo. What???

"Fire...." Megumi said.

"Bending?" Yuji finished. Kisho nodded. "Yep."

"Hold on...." Where did Yuji hear that term before? "Isn't it from that show called Avatar?! Where people has the elements like fire, water, air, and earth?! That show?!"

"Indeed, Itadori!" Kisho smiles, happy that someone knows it.

"What's Avatar?" Megumi said. The boys gasped, making Megumi raise a brow at this. "What?"

"You never heard of Avatar The Last Airbender, Fushiguro?!" Yuji said, shocked. Sukuna doesn't know it either and is curious.

"How could you not know Avatar The Last Airbender?!" Kisho gasped. Megumi sighs, rolling his eyes, "Just tell me."

"Okay! It's an anime from America. It's like they're inspired by our anime so it's a story about...where people bend and control the water, earth, fire, and air. Four nations represent the four elements; The Water Tribe, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and the Air Noamds!"

"You mean manpiulate the elements?" Megumi said. Okay, Megumi gets it. Sounds interesting.

The boys nodded. Kisho continues, "Yeah. Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony … " He frowns, "then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he vanished."

"You make it sound like it's history." Megumi made a face.

"That's how the intro goes!" Kisho explained.

"I saw it and it's pretty good! You should watch it with us, Fushiguro! We should binge watch it" Said Yuji. Megumi nods, "Yeah sure. So...what you're doing is Firebending because you saw it from the show? And you're thinking of applying to your cursed technique?"

"Yep." Kisho said.

Megumi doesn't want to say this but he has to. Or someone else will and they're not going to be nice about it. Megumi said. "While it's good to put martial arts into your technique. You can't rely on cartoons or fictional shows to help you with your training." He said bluntly.

"Huh?!" Kisho said, blinking, "Why not?"

"Because cartoons don't apply to real life all the time, Kisho." Megumi tells him with a sigh, stating the obvious.

"Actually, Fushiguro. Firebending is inspired by Northern Shaolin kung fu!" Yuji informs him. Megumi raised a brow.

"It's true. All element bending is inspired by martial arts of this world!" Kisho answered as Yuji nods.

"Regardless, my point still stands," Megumi said. "It's good to be inspired but jujutsu sorcery is serious thing. If you said it like that, people might not take it well."

Kisho slump his shoulders, "Okay then.....so how am I supposed to do it into hand-to-hand? My techniques need some help somehow. Is there anyone who with cursed energy that uses martial arts?"

"I mean I do." Yuji said with his hand raised with a smile. "Mine is Taido Martial Arts along with MMA." He answered. "It helps a lot."

"There's one." Megumi points to Yuji.

"Okay! That's a good example. But I'm not as strong as you, Yuji! You're way better than me at that, especially with combat." Kisho said slumping his shoulders.

"Then there's Maki as she is skilled and uses martial arts and is master of using cursed tools. And she doesn't have cursed energy." Megumi sighed. Kisho seems surprised by this. "Wait she doesn't?"

"Huh? Didn't you know?" Yuji asked.

"I haven't! But if she doesn't have cursed energy, how would she see curses?" Unless she has other spiritual powers that aren't cursed energy.

"Her glasses." He answered. Now thinking about it, how would Kisho react to someone without cursed energy.

"Oh!" Kisho nods and accepts. "That's pretty cool!" Though, he wonders why Maki wants to become a sorcerer. Probably for personal reasons. But he won't pry into it. "I bet Maki-senpai would think Firebending is a good idea."

"Dude...she would wipe the floor with you if you tried that with her," Yuji said. Although...it would be good to see some bending in real life. Yuji is curious. Sukuna wanted to see what this Firebending is about. Shaolin monks?

"Okay, okay! But you know I'm just practicing, right? I need tio train my Firebending and do the The Dancing Dragon."

"The what now?" Megumi asked.

"It's an ancient form of firebending made by the Sun Warriors." Kisho grinned. Yuji beams, "Ohhh...I want to see."

"You...know it's a cartoon, right?" Megumi said.

"Yes but I call it inspiration." Kisho said, stubborn about it. "Besides Megumi, you should learn somethin from the show with your shadows!"

"Wait...there's Shadowbending?" Yuji asked. He doesn't remember that in the show.

"There is! There was a comic on it! But it's non-canon." Kisho said. "Megumi. Your curse technique to manipulate the shadows reminds me of Waterbending."

"Oh!" Yuji said before nodding, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! I can see that." Yuji said with his hand on his chin. Kisho smiles, "Right! Megumi, you can control shadows like water."

"And how is that going to work?" Megumi crossed his arms, "Water and shadows are two different things. With water, you can touch it, since it's physical....and with shadows...you can't touch it. You can only see it. I mean-"

"Huh? Then what about when you store your weapons inside your shadows?" Yuji points out.

"Yes but I have to bear the weight of them," Megumi explained.

"So like a backpack but in shadow form. A form of storage that has a limit like in a game." Kisho said. Megumi nods, "That's right. Not only that, I can conceal myself in shadows like objects and people, including my own."

"Woah." Yuji blinked.

"Dude! Megumi, you're seriously like a ninja!" Kisho said with stars in his eyes.

"Like Markkos Ninja!" Yuji laughed. Megumi makes a face hearing that with an eye twitch, "Don't remind me...." That name is so cringe, remembering it hurts when he first met Kisho or Daichi. Ugh. Same person.

Then Kisho had an idea. "Then if you can hide in shadows like that and hide items in it, can you touch people's shadows or affect them?"

Megumi raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

"You said...if you store items in it, you have to bear the weight of it, right? What if you can put something in someone's else shadow like let's say a curse user and you put a pile of bricks inside their shadow to slow them down? Would it work?" Kisho asked.

Megumi pauses. He never thought about it like that. "I....never try it." Because it didn't come to mind. That's something he can try in a spar.

"Or heck...what if you pull the shadow of an object what happens? Or change the shadow into some kind of weapon? Is it like a different dimension" He asked. Megumi never considers that either but he did use people's shadows as a way to hide himself.

"Well....I did use it as...like using shadows as a trap. Like when they step into it, they fall into it."

"Like a puddle? Or wait...pothole!" Yuji asked. Megumi nods. "Yeah."

Kisho and Yuji nod. "Oh! So is it like water-bending!" They both said.

"No, it's not!" Megumi yelled. "Ugh...look. Shadows aren't like water, okay. But..." He rolls his eyes, "What you mentioned, by putting weight in other shadows. I will try that." He said. And other things."Anyway. I'm going to go to the vending machine..." He said. "Anyone needs a drink?"

"Oh! A melon soda!" Kisho said.

"I want an aloe drink!" Yuji grinned. Megumi nods and goes on ahead. It's a bit of a distance but Megumi decides to try what Kisho suggested. He looks at a couple of rocks and a small tree. He goes to use a stone and decides to touch the tree's shadow. He drops a couple of rocks. Nothing. Then more rocks. Megumi heard a sound. A branch fell off. He blinks. It works.

Megumi will admit. Kisho says ridiculous things like his planning for example. But the questions he asked were something he never took note of. He thinks back to when Kisho suggested having Wilson the Goat as his shikigami. That was a no. But....

'Why only ten, why not more?'

It's true. Why not more? Megumi thinks back to it as he is now at the vending machine, pressing the options. But it just isn't possible. How could he expand to Eleven or Twelve shadows? it's not an innate technique, it's an inherited technique but hasn't any sorcerer before him tried to do it? It wasn't said in the record. In a way, it sounds like Kisho wants to push the limit further. Mergumi isn't sure if that's ambitious or dangerous.

Then he hears a huge kaboom! It's coming from hill where Kisho and Yuuji are. What the hell?!

Megumi rushed back to the training grounds and heard shouting. Wait...are they're arguing? Both Kisho and Yuuji are glaring at each other as they panted. Were they sparring?! When did that happened?

"Jennifer Lawerance has a big ass and she's cool!" Yuuji yelled.

A record sratched.

What? Megumi stared.

"No! Anne Hathaway! She has the look and the ass! She's good! Way better than Lawerance!"

'What the hell is this?' Megumi uttered, hearing this nonsense.

"HUH?!" Yuuji can't believe it. Megumi can already guess that Sukuna also going, 'What the hell did I get himself into.'

"Yeah well...my type is in the Hunger Games and she's popular! Way popular!"

"That's all she was ever known for! To be the greatest actress, you must adapt to all roles! Hathaway has all that! She even voiced a cat in a Ghibli Film. Can Lawarence voice act?! I don't think so! She has ass and the assets. She's better."

"Oh yeah?! Anne Hathaway is in some dumb movies! Like Ocean's Eleven! Who asks for that?! At least, Lawarance has three movies and was in X-Men movies!" Yuuji said.

Are...they fighting over this stupidity? Megumi thought. Sukuna, Eito and Wilson are watching this like it's pure entertainment.

"Oh yeah?! X-Men?! That has been done already. Hathaway has classics going for her. The Devil Wears Parda! It was nominated for Oscars!"

"Yeah, well....Lawrence won awards for American Hustle!' Yuuji asked. "So take that!"

Why me? Megumi groans internally.

"Anna Hathaway is BETTER!" Kisho readies a fire arrow.

"NO! Jennifer Lawrence!" Yuuji shouted, raising his fists imbuing them in cursed energy. He picks up a huge rock and is ready to throw at Kisho. Megumi just came back from getting drinks from a vending machine like....just for a few minutes. How did this escalate to a full-blown argument. Quickly, Megumi forms a shadow puppet with his fingers and summons Max Elephant. The shikigami trumpets its trunk and launch water at the both boys, drenching them in water!

"Fushiguro!"

"You guys are both idiots.' Megumi said. "Are you trying to make a mess out of this ground?" He asked them sternly. "Over something like this?" He asked them.

Both boys look at each other and went, "YES!"

Oh my god.

"Megumi! Who do you like more? Anne Hathaway or Jennifer Lawrence?" Kisho asked.

"YEAH! WHO?!" Yuji asked. Are they serious? Megumi twitched an eye. "Do I look like I care?" He asked. Before the boys said anything, a king interjects.

"You both are idiots." Sukuna's mouth appears on Yuuji's cheek. "Kinie Ger is the most beautiful one than both of your so-called idols."

Megumi groans internally.

Kinie shouts, "KINIE GER IS NOT FAMOUS! HOW SHE IS-"

"I'm sorry...what did you said, Kisho?" Sukuna's tone changed dangerously.

"Nothing." Kisho quickly answered as he doesn't want to get smack around.

"Thought so." Sukuna answered. Megumi shakes his head, "Let's head over to where Nobara and the others are. They're probably training as well. Let's see what they're up to." Megumi said, wanting to see how the others doing.

"I heard little sister is working on that barrier technique of hers!" Yuji asked, hearing about Taz. Kisho nods, "So is Yuria and Mike with their cursed techniques!" He smiled. The two quickly forget the subject of 'whose celebrity is better' as they want to know how girls do. Megumi sighs, and leads the way.

As they got to the other training grounds, the girls seem to be exciting at what Yuria is doing.

"Wow! So Kisho help you with that?" Taz asked. Yuria nods her head. "Of course, thanks to him! I can able to do this!" Yuria said.

"Do what?" Kisho asked as he, Megumi and Yuji arrived.

Nobara is the first to tell them. "Yuria can shoot cursed energy from her finger tips!" She said, grinning. Taz nods, "Yeah! It's so cool!"

"No need to praise me!" Yuria laughed. "I just need a good aim and I will be rocking it!"

"Can I see?" Kisho asked her to which Yuria smiles, happy to be ask edabout it. "Right! Miko!"

"Right!" Miko smiles as she sets up a bottle at the railing. "It's all yours!" She said, backing away from the bottle. "Right!" Yuria raised her right hand and holds her wrist with her left. Cursed energy begins to surround and then is channel to a singer point. She does a finger gun gesture as something is powering up at the tip of her finger. The boys were amazed and then...

"SPIRIT GUN!" Yuria fires and immediately, hits the bottle shattering it. Yuria blows an imaginary smoke at her finger.

"Yuria! That was amazing! Freaking cool" Kisho exclaimed, clapping his hands as he is so proud of her. Yuria blushes as she heard this. Yuji nods. "Right! So cool! That was some good shooting!" But the name of that technique sounds so familiar. Where did he hear it from.

"How did you learn something like that?" Megumi is genuinely curious. Yuria smiles and skips to her bag, taking something out. "Kisho, give me this manga to learn and I found it!" She smiles. The name of the manga is YuYu Hakusho!

Megumi stares in disbelief. "What?'

"Oh!" Yuuji now gets it. "That makes sense! The Spirit Gun is something for anyone to use! I wish I could of thought that!" He said while Sukuna groans, 'In that ridicioulus stance?! You can leave yourself open!'

"Oh come on, Sukuna! You have to admit it's pretty cool!" Yuuji argued.

Nobara hums, "So reading manga gives you an idea! It sounds like a non-innate technique!" She said. "This can help the assistant managers!"

"That must be cool!" Taz said. Yuria said with a nod, "It's true but it's harder than it looks. I end up brushing few fingers of my finger in getting it down! But all you need to do is channel the concentration of cursed energy in the fingers, which is released in your mind. Like pulling a trigger technique. That's how little guy say it in the book." She explained. Yuuji, Taz and Nobara paused hearing this and nods. "Uh-huh."

Megumi process this and asks, "And this is how the book explains it?"

"Well..I guess." Yuria shrugs. "But that's what training is all about! No pain, no gain!" She smiled. Megumi narrows his eyes, noting the bandages on her fingers and says, "Kisho...." He said his name as waves of danger emit from the shadow sorcerer made Kisho and Eito sweat drops. Yuji, Nobara and Taz are now gulping.

That tone, again. Kisho is in trouble now!

"Wow! Look at the time, Rioto must be calling me by now!" Kisho quickly said, hurried himself out of there with Megumi glaring at his back. "KISHO!"

"SORRY! I GOT TO GO!"

"WHAT KIND OF STUFF ARE YOU TEACHING YURIA AND MIKO?!" Megumi yelled.

"OH COME ON! IT WORK! WE JUST DISCOVER A NEW NON INANTE TECHNIQUE FOR ANYONE TO USE! YURIA IS THE FIRST ONE TO DO IT!"

"SHE BRUISED HER FINGERS!!"

"Uhhhh...." Yuria asked, sweat dropping. "I didn't know it was that serious."

"I mean...brusing your fingers...gotta hurt." Yuji said. Does Kisho about this?! It's a bit risky.

"Didn't you tell anyone? Does Kisho teach you knowing that?" Nobara asked with concern. Yuria shakes her head, "No. I just want to surprise Kisho. He gave me manga based on the supernatural to get inspiration fro. I mean he helps out a lot! I didn't think it was that bad. I mean...if I have to go up against curses, I need something to defend myself." Yuria said. "The Spirit Gun does it and you have to cut through the pain to sue it."

Good point. But someone needs to change the name because that's going to be copyright issue.

"Oh! That reminds me. Kisho is planning to add some martial arts to his technique!" Yuuji asked. Miko is now interested, "Like what?"

"Firebending."

"Oh from Avatar The Last Airbender?" Taz asked, knowing of it with a smile. Nobara blinks and made a face, "Don't tell me it's...

"Yeah, an anime." Yuji chuckled sheepishly. They can heard Megumi and Kisho yelling now. "Don't make me use the Dancing Dragon Megumi!" He warned him. "I'm not a-afaird to use my firebending!"

"Oh! Please do! I can't wait to wipe the floor with you using that!" Megumi laughed. "TRY ME!" He taunted.

Kisho yells in fright. Sounds like he tried and fail.

"Oh! I did learn how to do a technique! It's called Expelliarmus!" Miko smiles. "I was thinking of disarming people who use cursed objects! I think it will help."

"Expellairmus?" Nobara questions. What kind of cursed technique is that?! Then Miko shows her book, Harry Potter. "Yes! I read this and it give mean an idea." She said. Nobara and Yuji doesn't know what to think.

'Wow. It's like that idiot relies on fantasy books to teach people in develop cursed techniques instead of going for something practical and focus on the basic ones first.' Sukuna commented. 'Yeah. What can go wrong?' He said scarastically while Kinie Ger is snickering. "But you admit, these names sounds very interesting.'

In fact, does reading fantasy books and taking inspiration to do techniques is a good idea? Nobody knows. This training day is going to be crazy.

To be continued???

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer: Side Stories (1)

Main story

The first time Buyo Jr transforms, Megumi thinks nothing of it. The adrenaline of going against Sukuna of all curses does not allow for him to ponder on just how such a cute little two-tailed cat can transform into something resembling a sabertooth. Back then, he was just grateful that Buyo could catch Sukuna by surprise and give Megumi a chance to take in the gravity of the situation.

The second time Buyo Jr transforms happens during training with the second years. Gojo-sensei was off doing something—probably a mission.

"What the fuck is that!" Nobara yells, pointing at Buyo Jr, who takes it upon himself to bare his fangs at Maki. "What happened to the cute little cat?" Nobara whips her head from side to side. Panda scratches his ears, searching the field for the little two-tailed cat too.

"This is Buyo Jr," Megumi replies, dusting his pants off as he stands up. Maki sure didn't hold back her punches when she hit him with that staff. He limps around to Buyo's side and places a hand on his head. The cat closes his eyes and, angling his head so that Megumi can scratch behind his ear. Maki lowers her staff and takes one step forward. Buyo hisses.

"I don't think your shikigami likes me very much."

"Buyo isn't–" Nobara speaks up.

"He's special," Megumi says, cutting Nobara off. He isn't sure what Buyo Jr is. Gojo-sensei didn't give him any other information except watch over Kagome's cat while they were gone.

"Let's see what your pet can do." Maki raises the staff and rushes forward. The words barely register in Megumi's head before he sees Maki going in for the kill. Buyo roars. The volume alone hits Maki at full force and pushes her back. "Shit!" she cries. Buyo swats her away with a large black paw. Everyone but Megumi runs to where Maki has landed.

"Buyo," Megumi says, after gathering his bearings. "Everyone here is a friend. This is just training." Buyo tilts his head. "Friends." He stresses again. It must get through to Buyo because he meows back in response.

"That did not feel like a shikigami," Maki says with her broken staff in both hands. Megumi blinks. He didn't even notice that Buyo hit the staff, too. Maybe it broke on impact?

"He is."

"He is not. That cat thing is freaky."

"Buyo, what else can you do?" Nobara says, creeping closer to him. There's a gleam in her eyes that Megumi does not care for. The cat lays down at her feet. "Um, so he can't do anything else?"

"He wants you to get on."

"Get on?" Nobara settles onto the back of Buyo Jr. She lets out a yelp as flames burst from Buyo's paws. Megumi throws an arm over his eyes, as the gust of wind from Buyo's take off sends dirt flying around them. "This cat is flying!" Nobara yells. Her maniac laughter resonates in his eardrums over the shouting of the second years.

Buyo Jr lands next to Megumi with Nobara's arms firmly wrapped around his neck. Her face nuzzled into the softness of his fur. Megumi stares at the sight. How did Nobara go from being afraid to all over Buyo Jr in the span of like fifteen minutes? Nobara pauses before hopping off and Megumi spots the schemes filtering across her face.

"Next!"

"Salmon!"

"Uh no! I call dibs on Buyo!" Nobara interjects, shooing Panda and Inumaki away. Panda gets a hold of her ankle and swings her through the air. Inumaki claps and Megumi bites the inside of his cheeks.

"As an animal rights activist, only I should get to play with Buyo Jr," Panda says. Megumi's brows scrunch together as he tries to make sense of how Panda's words make sense.

"He's my training partner." Maki pushes past Panda and Inumaki, steps over Nobara, and smiles when Buyo doesn't hiss at her.

"Guys…." He huffs. No one listens to him. Buyo changes back into his smaller form and leaps into Megumi's arms. While everyone is busy arguing, Megumi takes one step back and then another. His heart rate increases. Clutching Buyo Jr closer to his chest, Megumi sprints back to his dorm room. Shouts follow him.

No way he's letting them take Buyo Jr.

[oceansinthedesert]

"We're safe, see?"

I'm writing this both to cope with reading the Megumi vessel arc and some personal loss going on in my real life right now. It's purely self indulgent and my target audience is me alone so please don't come at me for any of the characters being OOC lol. Also it's a self insert because I'm long past caring about it being cringe or whatever. This idea has been rotating in my mind like a gas station hot dog, I just have to get it out by posting it. Note: Satoru and Megumi call me by my first name, Nobara calls me by my self insert's last name+the honorific 'chan', and Yuji calls me my self insert's last name+sensei. I made sure to do proper research on this so that I'm not doing weeb shit and screwing up the language.

Word Count: ~ 3.2k

Summary: I have a nightmare about the first-years dying, so Gojo brings them over to our house to reassure me they're safe. After Itadori and Kugisaki leave, Megumi stays behind to tell Gojo and I that he appreciates us raising him after his dad 'disappears'.

Every history book on the Heian era I'd ever read failed to convey how terrifying Sukuna's true form was. No words could describe the overwhelming power radiating off him, the helplessness that froze my limbs and dammed the flow of my cursed energy. My feet dangled in the air as I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Sukuna's bottom pair of arms held me captive against his chest, but what distressed me most was his free hands and what they were pointing at.

Megumi. Yuji. Nobara. My beloved first year students stood before us in fighting stances. I didn't understand how Yuji could be here with Sukuna physically manifested; figuring that out was the least of my worries right now. My voice tremored as I ordered, "Run, you three! I'll do my best to stay alive until you bring Gojo-sensei back to help me!"

"Like hell we'd leave you!" Yuji yelled. I could tell he was forcing a brave act— the usual courageous gleam in his eyes was gone.

"Even Sukuna would have to let you go with three sorcerers going at him at once," Nobara declared.

Only Megumi remained silent. Having known me the longest, he knew I would rather die than have them get hurt for my sake. And yet his hands were set to summon his Divine Dog. I decided to use a soft tone instead of my teacher voice in hopes of getting through their thick skulls. "Please, kids, you'll get slaughtered." Although it wasn't the first time I'd told them they'd lose a fight, I'd never said it so harshly before.

Sukuna found my begging entertaining. "You really love them, don't you? Do you tell them that to their faces?"

Something was off about the way he phrased that. He talked as if they weren't actually there; it made me question the situation. Is he messing with my senses? Does he have the ability to make me hallucinate? I wondered. Even if it was just a figment of my imagination, I had to treat it like they really were here so that they wouldn't get hurt.

"I do love them. That's why I want them to get far away from you."

Yuji, ever the impatient one, charged first. He only took two steps before Sukuna flicked one of his hands, saying, "Cleave."

I screamed as the boy's uniform bloomed red with blood. Megumi and Nobara didn't even have time to call out his name; jagged cuts slashed their stomachs wide open. My wails of agony were cut off by a spew of stomach acid erupting from my mouth. It's been years since the last time gore made me throw up! What is wrong with me? Get a hold of yourself! I turned away from the horrible sight with my hands poised, aiming to claw out Sukuna's eyes.

He caught my hands easily. No matter how hard I tried to break free, his black nails stayed buried in my wrists. Writhing in his hold only served to wear me out. My vision was starting to blur; I couldn't stop screaming no matter how much my vocal cords begged me to.

Sukuna opened his mouth, probably to mock me for being weak, but the voice that came out perplexed me enough to shut up. Satoru's voice came from his lips, saying, "Lauren. Lauren! Wake up!"

Suddenly I was no longer standing in the ruins of a temple, watching my students' blood seeping into the wooden floorboards. I was in my bed, and the arms enclosing me didn't belong to the King of Curses— it was Satoru holding me.

"Thank God you're awake! You were screaming bloody murder and scratching at my Infinity," Satoru whispered. He started pushing my sweaty hair out of my face, touching me delicately like he was afraid I'd start freaking out again. "What were you dreaming?"

Guilt formed a lump in my throat; I would've hurt him if it wasn't for his cursed technique. Logically I knew he kept his Limitless going automatically — and that it was capable of letting him touch me without me touching him — but my brain was too frazzled for rational thoughts right now. I bowed my head and said, "I'm so sorry, Toru! If your defense hadn't stopped me, I would've hurt you!"

"But it did hold up, so don't feel bad. Please tell me what happened, sweetheart."

I heaved a sigh. Satoru never let things go, so I relented. "I had a nightmare that Sukuna got to our kids. Like, Heian form Sukuna with the four arms and double face." The sight of their massacered bodies flashed through my mind, sending a shudder through my exhaused body.

His face scrunched up in a mix of concern and anger. He cursed Sukuna under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. Then, with the softness he reserved just for me, he responded, "As long as I'm around, nothing will harm our students. I swear on my life to keep them safe."

"I wish we lived in a world where you don't have to say stuff like that..."

"Hopefully someday we'll make that wish-"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm really hot. Can we sit up?" Part of me wanted to lay in his protection forever, but the bigger part of me was unbearably clammy.

He reluctantly let me go so we could sit up and get out of the covers. He laced our fingers together, ignoring how gross my skin probably felt. He continued, "Hopefully our efforts to make a new world will bear fruit soon. We'll eradicate all curses, end global warming, and retire at fifty."

"That last goal makes you sound like Nanamin." His optimistic declaration brought a small smile to my face.

"He's a good man to sound like. Big world-changing plans aside, what can I do to help you in this moment?"

Satoru's consideration made my heart swell. When we first started dating, he was emotionally immature. As our relationship progressed, he learned how to handle both his and others' feelings — Megumi's presence in his life also contributed to his growth. Moments like this, when I needed comforting, proved just how far he's come. "I want to shower and put on clean PJs. Can you change the sheets while I do that?"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a salute.

We both got moving to start our respective tasks. I picked a pair of striped PJ pants and one of Satoru's old shirts to change into. Clothes in hand, I entered the master bathroom. I stripped quickly, already feeling relieved by the air hitting my bare skin. The sound of running water eased the anxiety pounding against my skull; the cold temperature cooled down my overheated frame.

I listened to the sound of Satoru rustling about in the background while I washed my hair. He must've finished making the bed pretty fast, because the room was quiet again by the time I was finished scrubbing my body. Eager to go back to sleep, I finished the rest of my shower process quickly.

I expected Satoru to be sitting on the bed waiting for me, but the bedroom was empty. I said, "Satoru?" But I received no answer, which meant he wasn't in the closet. Assuming he must've gone to the kitchen or something, I repeated myself a little louder. Still no answer.

The light in the hallway connecting our bedroom to the livingroom was on, telling me he'd definitely come this way. I expected him to be sitting on the livingroom couch or rummaging through the pantry for a snack.

Instead I was met with a Post-It note stuck to the front door that read: Don't panic, I just went to the dorms to get the kids. We'll be over in a jiffy. Love you, -xoxo, Toru.

I'm going to smack him when he gets back. I fussed at him constantly for not letting the first years get enough rest, and there he went waking them up in the middle of the night just because my defective brain convinced me they'd been attacked. Since our house was on campus, just a few yards from the student dorms, I figured they'd be here any minute.

I was right. Megumi was first to stumble in through the front door. His disheveled bedhead made his hair wilder than usual, and he was wearing mismatched slippers. Nobara came in next; it was incredibly obvious she was pissed to be dragged out of bed. Her expression got mildly less sour when she made eye contact with me, but she still looked like she was about to fall asleep on her feet. Last but not least, Yuji filed in with Satoru on his heels.

My motherly side (a part of me that I tried to ignore, because that's unprofessional) was relieved they were here. I reminded myself that it was selfish to disrupt their sleep for my personal need to see them. I said, "Satoru, what were you thinking? I get onto you all the time for not letting them get enough rest! They may be powerful sorcerers, but they're still growing children! Growing children need eight hours of sleep."

I could tell my nagging went in one ear and out the other, because he just grinned at me and replied, "I believe what you're supposed to say is, 'Oh Toru, thank you so much! You're the best boyfriend ever, Toru!'"

"Well, as much as I hate to be selfish, I am glad to see you guys. Did he tell you about the dream?" I addressed the kids, ignoring Satoru's dramatics.

"Nah, he just yoinked me from my bed and told me you needed all of us," Yuji answered, sitting down in his favorite chair.

"He made it sound like you were dying," Nobara grumbled. She too got comfortable, sinking down into her preferred spot on the couch.

Megumi sat to the left of me, leaving Satoru to take the spot at my right. The former was staring at me with an intensely worried expression.

"Whatever you're thinking, Gumi Bear, out with it." I returned his gaze with equal intensity.

"Did you have a nightmare...about us dying?"

Such a perceptive boy. "Yeah. It sucked."

Nobara perked up a little, curiosity giving her a slight energy boost. Leaning towards you, she asked, "What killed us?"

I tried my hardest not to look at Yuji. I couldn't answer that question in front of him; it would make him feel guilty. "Does it matter? It didn't happen. You're sitting here in one piece, that's the important thing."

"Come on, Prior-sensei, we want to know!" Yuji chimed in.

Him and Nobara were looking at me with puppy-dog eyes. Damn them for being so hard to deny. Through gritted teeth, I confessed, "Heian form Sukuna.

Yuji's face immediately fell; he looked like I just punched him in the gut. To make matters worse, Sukuna's mouth appeared on his cheek. The smug bastard that I hated so much said, "How flattering that you dream about me! Wouldn't it be wonderful if I took control of this brat's body and had some fun with you?"

Bile rose in my throat at the mere thought of it. Satoru's hand landed on my thigh, squeezing it possessively. Just when I thought the tense silence would suffocate us all, Sukuna laughed. "Your emotions are so easy to play with. Both you and this loser I'm forced to share a body with."

Yuji slapped his cheek. "Piss off, parasite."

The mouth faded away, returning his skin to normal, although he was blushing fiercely. Seeing him so uncomfortable tugged at my heartstrings, so I got up to pat his back. "Don't be embarrassed, Yuji. It's not your fault he says stuff like that."

"But it is though! I should be able to stifle him by now."

"Has he fully switched with you since he fixed your heart? Has he killed anyone since then?"

"Well, no, but-"

"I'm not finished yet. Don't interrupt me when I'm lecturing you. You have control over him in the ways that it truly matters, so don't beat yourself up for not preventing him yapping. Do you understand me?"

His expression lost its harshness, so I think my assurance helped him calm down. He was able to look at me properly when he replied, "Crystal clear, Sensei."

"Good. Thank you." I ruffled his hair. Then I turned to Nobara, seeking her consent to give her a hug. "Since you got dragged here to comfort me, can I hug you? I understand if that's a boundary you don't want me to cross. Please don't feel pressured to say yes."

"Of course you can hug me, Prior-chan."

I leaned down to meet her so that she didn't have to get up from her comfy position. Holding onto her helped ground me in reality, reassured me that she really was okay. Honestly, I was so relieved a few tears slipped out.

After a few minutes, I pulled away. I wanted to hold Megumi too, but I knew he preferred not to be touched. Which is why I was schocked when he said, "Lauren, I'd like one as well."

As happy as that made me to hear, I hesitated. "You don't like physical touch, Megumi. You don't have to make yourself uncomfortable for my sake."

"It's tolerable sometimes, especially from someone who raised me." He said that last part quietly, intending his friends not to hear it.

Fully crying now, I embraced him. I felt like I didn't have the right to say this to him, but after ten years of helping Satoru take care of him (and Tsumiki), I considered him my son. I was starting to feel maternal love for the other first-years as well. Although it was slightly strange to ask, I said, "Nobara, Yuji. Can we have a group huddle? I think I'd be more at ease to have all of my kids in my bubble."

They obliged without complaint. I managed to encircle all three of them, paying no mind to the strain it put on my joints. Satoru joined in; his arms were long enough to wrap around all of us once we squished together a little bit. My heart was so full of love, I wondered if it would burst. How could three baby sorcerers I shared no blood with come to mean so much to me so quickly?

His voice was a tad muffled since his face was smushed into Megumi's shoulder, but Yuji said, "We're safe, see?"

A scene from the dream flashed in my mind; I focused on the textures of their clothes and the sound of their breathing to dispel it. My ear was closest to Nobara's heart, its steady rhythm further anchoring me to reality. I murmured, "Yes, thank heavens you're all here with me. Thank you for caring enough about me to support me."

"It's nothing compared to all you do for us," Megumi said.

A comfortable silence settled on us after that. I could've spent eternity in the tranquility of that moment, but I knew we all needed to return to bed. I extracted myself with a sigh, "Okay, kids, back to your dorms you go. Training's gonna suck tomorrow if you don't get a few extra hours of snoozing."

"Aw come on, can't we take the day off tomorrow?" Nobara said.

"Don't look at me, I'm just an auxilary teacher. That decision is up to your main professor Gojo."

"You're a semi-grade two, not the auxilary staff," Megumi deadpanned. He didn't like it when I sold myself short.

"Tomato, tomato." I waved my hand dismissively. "I love you all, but shoo. Rest your sweet little heads so you can face whatever devious nonsense my crazy man has planned for you tomorrow."

"All the best sorcerers are crazy," Satoru quipped. He was reluctant to let them go, but the look in my eye told him there'd be no arguing. "She's right though, younglings. Off you go!"

Yuji and Nobara squeezed me one last time before they left, wishing us a goodnight. Megumi didn't follow after them, though. Once he was sure they were out of earshot, he said, "When I said 'all you do for us,' I left out the words I didn't want to say in front of Itadori and Kugisaki. 'Especially for me' is what I held back. You've taken care of me my whole life. I remember you as my mom more than my birth mother at this point, honestly."

He looked like saying it pained him, like being vulnerable was a huge struggle for him. All throughout his childhood, he'd been a boy of few words. Knowing he felt secure enough now to share those feelings with me was a huge affirmation that I'd at least had a little positive influence on his character. I ruffled his hair with a warm smile. "I'm glad you said that, 'cause I've thought about you as my son for a while now. I've never told you 'cause I didn't wanna overstep my bounds and say something presumptuous."

"You should start calling us Mom and Dad," Satoru suggested. His playful tone hid his sincere desire for Megumi to admit he also saw him as a parental figure.

"I think the world would stop spinning if I admitted my gratitude to you out loud," Megumi said, rolling his eyes. To avoid seeing his reaction, he stared at the wall and continued, "But I am thankful for your contribution to my upbringing as well. I guess you're kind of alright, Satoru."

To anyone else it wouldn't seem like much; it was a huge step in the right direction for Satoru. He pinched the boy's cheeks, squealing, "Megumiiiii! That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, even if it was emotionally constipated!"

"Don't let it go to your head!" Although he shook his face free of Satoru and shoved him away, Megumi wore a small grin. Despite how he acted, he really did appreciate everything the man had done for him.

I watched their interaction fondly. Satoru, imperfect though he may be, truly loved with his whole being. Seeing his sweet side made me want to marry him. I thought about his only half-joking remark: Megumi is too reserved for that, but I wouldn't mind having a little one of our own to call us 'Mom and Dad'. What is it about men with good paternal instincts that make them so attractive?! Evolutionary response, probably. As cute as their bickering was, I cut in: "It's past 1:30, my love. Stop teasing our boy and let him go back to bed."

"You heard your mom, back to bed you go!"

"You're the one blocking the door, idiot!"

"Oh, it seems I am!" Satoru fake gasped. He stepped aside with an exaggerated flair. "Goodnight, Megumi. And tell the others your generous sensei Gojo is giving you all the first half of tomorrow off."

"Okay. Goodnight to you both."

He slipped out into the dark, letting in the chilly night air. I watched him walk back toward the students' residence, noting with relief that his body language was more relaxed than when he'd first got here. I headed back to our room once he was out of sight. I snuggled contentedly into the fresh sheets.

Satoru was quick to join me, assuming the big spooniposition. The last thing my mind registered as I drifted into (a thankfully peaceful) sleep was him whispering "I love you" in my ear.