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πππ πππππ πππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ πππππππ, πππππππππ π’ππ ππ πππ. πππππ’, πππππ π ππ π ππππ ππππππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππππ. π°ππππππππ ππ ππππππππππ, ππππ’ π πππ πππππ ππ ππ π πππππππ ππππππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππππ πππππ π ππ π πππ ππ πππ. π΅πππ πππ ππ πππβ¦ ππππ ππππππππππππ ππππππ ππ πππππππ ππ πππππππππππ πππππππππ πππ πππ ππππ πππ’πππππππππ. π΅πππ πππππππππ.
πππ ππππππ πππ πππππ ππππ π’πππ ππ’ππ, ππππππππ ππ π’ππ πππππππ πππ πππππππ πππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ πππ πππππππ. ππππ πππποΏ½οΏ½οΏ½ππ πππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππππππππ, ππ πππππ πππ πππππππ πππππππ ππππππ π’πππ πππππ ππππππππ ππ πππ πππππ. βππππ πππ ππππ ππ, πππππππ’,β π’ππ πππππππ, πππππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ, πππ ππππ ππ πππππππ πππππ πππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ.Β
ππ’πππππππ’, π’ππ πππππππππ π’πππ πππππ, ππππππππππ’ πππππ π’πππ πππ ππ π πππππππππ ππππ'π πππππππ π’ππ ππ ππππ πππππ’. π±ππ πππππ’, ππ πππππ’, π’ππ πππ ππ πππ πππ π’πππ πππ. πππππ π πππ πππππ ππππ ππππππ π’ππβπ ππππ ππ πππππ ππ ππππππ π’ππ πππ πππ ππππππ ππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ.
ππ ππ ππππππ, π’ππ ππππβπ ππππππ’ ππππ ππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππππ πππππ. ππππ ππππ πππ’, π’πππ ππππππ’ππππ, π·ππ πππππ ππππβπ ππππ πππππππππ ππππππ. ππ ππππ π ππππ ππππππ π ππ π ππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππ πππ π’ππ, ππππ ππππππ ππ π ππ, ππ πππ πππππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ, ππππππ πππππππ.
π³πππππππ πππ ππ π ππππ πππ’ ππππ ππππ πππππ π·π» πππππππ ππ ππππππππ πππ πππππππ ππππππ, π’ππ ππππππ πππ πππππ πππ πππ πππππππππ πππ ππ πππ πππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ πππ π’πππ πππππππ πππππππ πππππππ. π±ππππππ π’πππ πππππ, π πππππ π’πππ πππ, πππ ππππ πππππππ ππππππ ππ πππππππ ππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππ π½πΏπ².
ππππ π’πππ ππππ ππππ ππ π ππππ ππ/ππππ πππ π πππ’ππ, ππ’ππ πππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ, π’ππ πππππ ππ π πππππ ππππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ πππ οΏ½οΏ½πππ ππππ ππππππ’ πππ πππππππ πππππ πππ-ππππ. ππππ πππ π ππ π πππππ πππ οΏ½οΏ½πππ’ ππππππππ πππππ πππ πππππ π ππ π ππππππ πππππππππ’ πππππππ ππππππ π’πππ ππππ ππ πππππ πππ ππππ πππππππππ’ π ππππ ππ ππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ. πππππππππ πππππ’ ππ ππππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ’.
πππππ π’ππ ππππππ π’πππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ, π’ππ ππππ πππππ’πππππ π ππππ π πππ πππ π πππ πππ π’πππ ππππππ πππππππ ππ ππππ π ππππππ πππππππ. βπππππ’ π±ππ’,β π’ππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππππππππ ππ ππππ’ ππ, βπππππππ’ πππππβ.β
πππ ππππ’ ππππ ππ πππππ πππππ πππ π πππ βπππππππ’β πππ ππππ ππ‘πππππ’ π πππ ππ πππππ. π·ππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ’ππ ππππππ ππ, πππ ππ ππππππ, ππππ ππππ π πππ πππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ πππππ π’πππ πππ. ππππππ’ ππ π πππππβπ ππ ππππππ πππ πππππ πππ πππππ π ππ πππππ. π·π π ππ ππππ π ππππ πππ’. π·π π ππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ. π°πππ-πππππππ-ππππππ.
π°π π’ππ ππππππππ π ππππππππππππ’ ππππππππ πππππ, ππ πππππππππ πππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ πππππππππ π’πππ πππππ. π³πππππ πππππππππ ππ ππππ’ πππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππππ πππππππ. ππππ πππππ’ π ππ πππππ, π’ππ ππππππ πππ, βπππππ π πππ,β πππ π’ππ πππππππ π πππ ππ ππ πππππππ’ πππ’ ππππ. πππ ππππππππ πππππππππ πππππππππππ’. βπ΅ππ ππππβ ππππ,β π’ππ ππππππππ ππ π’πππππππ, ππππππ π’πππ π ππ’ πππ π πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ. βπΉπππ π πππ!βΒ
πππ ππππππ π’πππ ππππ πππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ. πππ πππππππππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ’ πππ ππ π’ππ π πππππππ πππ ππππ ππππ. π° ππππ-ππππ-ππππππππ, "ππππ?" πππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππ, πππππ πππππ πππ πππ.
πΈπ π ππ ππππππππππ. π±ππ π πππ π’ππ ππππππ ππ π ππππππ π ππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ, π’πππ ππ’ππ π πππ πππ ππ π πππππ πππππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππ.
βπΏπππ πππππππ. πΌπππππππππ ππππ ππ ππ,β π πππ πππ πππππ’ πππππ πππππππππ. πππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππ, ππ’ππ πππππππππ ππ ππππ πππ πππππ πππππ πππππππ ππ π πππππππ-ππ ππππ’ ππππ ππππππππ π πππ π ππππ πππ ππππ ππππ βππ’ππππ.β ππ πππππππ, π πππππππππππ’ πππππππ ππππ π πππ πππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππ. π²πππππππ πππ ππππ, πππππ. πΏππππ ππππ ππππ π πππ ππππππ πππππ ππππππππππ ππππ, πππππ.
ππππ ππ’ππ ππππππππ ππ ππ ππππ πππ, ππππππππ πππβ¦ πππππππ? π·π ππππππ πππ π ππ π’ππ π πππ π πππ π’ππ πππππ ππππ’ ππππππ π πππ πππππππ πππππππ ππππππ. πΈπ π ππ π πππππππππ ππππππππ. π·π π ππ π πππππππππ ππππππππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ'π ππ‘ππππππ.
βππππ, ππππ,β π’ππ ππππ ππππππππππππ’ πππ ππππ. ππ’ππππ'π ππ’πππππ ππππππ ππππππππ’, πππ πππ πππππ ππ ππππππ ππ π ππππππππ ππππππ ππ πππππππππ ππππππ ππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ πππ πππππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ, ππππππππ πππ πππππππ.
βππ, ππ, π’ππ πππππ πππ ππ ππ ππ?β¦β ππ πππππ, πππππ ππππππππ πππ. ππππ πππ’ππππππππ ππππππ πππππ, πππ π’ππ πππππππ ππππ ππ πππππππ’. πππ πππππππ π πππ πππππ, ππππππ£πππ π’ππ'ππ ππππ ππππππππ πππππ ππππ π ππππππππ ππππ, ππππ πππππππ ππ πππ. ππππππβπ ππ πππ πππππ ππππ, πππ ππππ, π’ππ π πππ ππ ππππβπ ππππππ πππππ πππ .
βπ-π’πππ, πππππ, ππππ,β π’ππ πππππππππ. πππ ππππ π ππππ ππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ ππ π’ππ πππππππ πππππ ππ πππ πππ ππ. π·π πππππππππππ’ πππ ππ ππππππ£π ππππ π’ππ π πππ πππ πππππ’ ππ π ππ ππ ππ πππππππ πππππππ ππππππ. ππ’ππππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππ, πππππππππ’ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ . πππ ππππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ π’ππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππππ πππ, ππππππππ’ πππππππ ππ π’πππππππ.
π²ππππππππ πππ πππππππππππ π’πππ ππππ, π’ππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ π ππβ ππ ππ ππ πππ πππππ ππππ π’πππ πππππππ ππππ, ππππππ’ πππππππππππ ππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππππππππ πππππ ππππ. πππ πππππ πππππππ.
πππ π ππππππ πππ ππ ππ π πππππ πππ π π’πππ ππππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππππ ππ πππ πππππππππ, ππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ ππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ’.
ππππππ ππππ πππ πππ‘π’ ππππ πππππ π’ππ πππππππππ’ ππ‘πππππππππ, π’ππ πππππ πππππ’ πππ πππ πππ ππ πππππ ππ π’οΏ½οΏ½π π πππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ πππππ ππ πππππ ππππ .
π·ππ πππππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ π ππ πππ’πππ ππ π πππππ’ ππππππππ. πππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ πππππ π ππππ ππππ π ππ πππ πππππ π πππ πππ ππππ πππππ ππππππππ πππ π πππ ππππ. πππ ππππππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ π ππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππ πππ πππππππππππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ.
πππ π πππππππ π ππππ πππ ππππ’ πππππ πππππ ππ ππ ππππ’ ππππ ππππ ππ πποΏ½οΏ½ππ. πππππ'π π πππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππππ π’ππ π πππππ π πππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππ πππππππ πππ π£ππππππ πππ πππ ππππππππ.
π·ππ ππππππππππ π πππ'π ππππππππππππ, ππππππππππππ πππ πππππππππ’ πππ ππππππππππππ ππ’ πππ’ πππππ. π±ππ ππ ππ πππ πππ πππ ππππ π ππ πππ ππππ πππππ? πππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ’ππ ππππ ππ ππππππ’ ππππ ππππ ππππππππππ πππ ππππππππ’ π’ππ π πππ πππππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππ πππ.
ππ’ππππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ’ π πππ ππππππππ πππππππππ’, ππππ πππ πππππππ πππππππππ ππ πππ πππππ πππ πππππππππ π’ππ ππππππππ ππππ π ππππ πππ π πππ πππππ π’ππ πππππ ππ ππππππππ.
π·π ππππππ πππ πππππ ππ π ππππ ππππππππππ’, πππππππ ππ ππ‘ππππππππππππ πππππ ππ’π ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ ππ π’ππ. π°ππππππππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ, ππ πππππππ’ πππππ, βπΊππππππ?β
πππ ππππππ πππππ, π’ππ'ππ ππππ πππππππ πππππ, πππππ'π π’ππ? πππ'π ππππ ππππππππ πππππ, ππππππππ ππππππ πππππππ πππ π πππ πππ πππππππππππ’ ππππππ πππ ππππβππππππ π΄π‘ππππππππππ.
πΌπ’, ππππ πππ ππππππ’ ππππππβ¦
πΈπ'π ππππ π π ππππ πππππ π’ππ'ππ πππ π ππππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ, πππ π’πππ π’ππ ππππ ππππππππππ’ ππππππ ππππ ππππππππ’ πππ π πππππππ π³πΉ πππππππ. ππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ. π±ππ ππππ πππππ, ππ'π πππ ππππ π’ππ ππ‘ππππππ π ππππ πππ ππ π ππππ ππ ππ ππππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ πππ πππ£πππ π’ππ ππ ππππ π πππππ πππ ππππππ ππππππ.
π½π, π’ππ ππ‘ππππππ ππππ πππ πππ’ π πππ ππππππππ ππππππ, ππππ πππππππππ ππππππππ πππ ππππππππππππ π±.πΎ. ππ ππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ'π πππ πππ ππππ πππ. πππ πππππ ππ ππππππ π’πππππππ πππ πππππ πππππ πππππππ π’ππ πππππ π ππππ'π πππππ ππππππ, ππππππππππ’.
βπ°πππππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ,β π’ππ ππππ πππ, π πππ π’πππ ππππππππ π πππ πππππ. πππ ππππππ ππππ πππ, πππ’πππ ππ ππππ π’πππππππ πππ’ππππ πππππππππππππ. π°π π’ππ π πππππ ππππ πππ πππππππ, π’ππ πππππππ ππππ ππ ππ’ππππ. "πππππ’ πππ πππ ππππ," π’ππ ππππππ ππππππ-ππ-ππππππ’ ππ ππ π’ππ ππππ'π ππ‘ππππ πππ’πππ ππ ππππ ππππ. π°π ππ π’ππ ππππ'π ππππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ‘πππ πππππππ.
π΄πππππ π ππ’, π’ππ ππππ πππππ ππππ-πππππππππ πππππ π’πππ ππππ πππ πππππ ππ ππππ-ππ ππππ πππ πππποΏ½οΏ½ππππππ-π’πππ πππππππ πππππππ πππ-ππππππππππ. ππππ π ππ π’πππ π ππ’ ππ ππππ πππ ππ, ππ’ πππ’πππ ππ ππππ πππππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ π ππππ ππ 'ππππππ πππππ πππ ππππ πππππππ ππππππ πππ’'. ππ πππππ. ππ ππππ. ππππ π πππππππ.Β
ππππππ, ππ’ππππ πππππππ ππ π ππ πππππππππ. πΈπ ππππππ’ πππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππππ πππππ πππππ πππ ππππππ’ πππππ ππ π’πππ πππ-πππππππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππ. πππ πππ π’πππ ππππππ π ππππ πππ. π·π π πππβπ πππππ ππ πππππππ ππ ππππππ.
πππ π πππ πππππππππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππ. π·π ππππππ’ ππππππππ, πππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππππππππ π πππ πππ ππππππππ. "π³ππ'π π ππππ’ πππππ ππ. πΈ'ππ ππππ π ππππ." π·π πππππππππ π’ππ π πππ π πππππ ππππππππ, πππππ£ππ. πΈπ ππππ'π ππππ.
πππ ππππππ ππ πππ π ππππππ πππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ πππππππ- π ππππππ πππππππ- πππ πππππππ’ πππ‘ππ ππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππππ πππππππ πππ ππ πππ π ππ’. πππππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ ππ ππ‘ππππ π’πππππππ ππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππππ , π’ππ ππππ π ππππ πππ ππ ππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ.
"ππ, π πππ ππ‘πππππ’ πππ π’ππ ππππππππππ πππ πππππ’?" π’ππ ππππππππ, πππ’πππ ππ ππππππ ππ π ππππππππππππ ππ ππ πππππππ ππππππππ πππ πππππππ ππ π’πππ πππππππ. πππ π πππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ’ ππππππππππ πππππππ π ππ’ πππ ππππ ππ ππππππππππ ππππππππππ ππππ ππ ππππππ πππππ’ πππππ πππππ? ππππ πππ πππ πππ πππ’πππ? πΆπππ, ππππ πππππ ππ π ππππ.
"πΏπππ πππππππππππ. πΌπππππππππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ' ππππππ π πππ ππππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ," ππ’ππππ ππ‘ππππππ, πππ ππππππππ ππ ππ ππ‘ππππππ πππ πππππ πππ ππππππππ. ππππ πππππ’ ππππ πππ πππ πππππππ πππ πππ ππ π ππ π’ππππ πππ πππππ’ππππ’ ππππ'π πππππππ. π΅ππππππππ.
"πππ πππ πππ’ ππππππππ?"
πππ πππππ π’πππ ππππ, πππππππ π ππππ. βπ½πππ," π’ππ πππππππ, πππππππ πππ 'π'. "π·ππππβπ ππππ π ππππππ ππππ ππ’ πππππ πππππ πππ πΈ ππππ ππππ ππππ. π½ππ π ππππππ πππ.β
π·π πππππππ ππ ππππππ πππππππππ ππ πππππ, πππ ππππ π πππππ ππ πππππππππ πππππππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ. πΈπ'π πππ ππ πππ πππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ'ππ ππππππ ππ π ππππππ πππππ ππππππππ πππ πππ π’ππ ππππ πππππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ π πππ'π πππ πππππ. ππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππ'π πππππ πππ ππππ πππ. π±ππππ πππ ππ’ ππππππ πππ πππππππ’ πππππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππ.
βπππππ?β ππ’ππππ ππππππππππ ππ ππ πππ πππ ππππ πππ π ππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππ. π·π ππππ ππππ ππ πππππππ πππππππ π πππ ππ’ πππ ππππ. π·π ππππππ πππ π πππ ππππ πππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ π’ππ ππππβπ ππππππ’ ππππππππ£π. π·πβπ πππ π πππππ πππβ¦ π’ππ οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½ππππππ πππ ππ πππ π’ππ πππππππ π ππππππ ππππ.
βπΌπ’ πππππ’.β πππ ππππ, ππππππ πππππππ πππ ππ π’πππ ππππππππ, ππ π ππ πππ πππβ¦ ππ π ππ πππ ππππ .
ππ’ππππ ππππππ, ππππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ’.
βππππβ¦ πππππ’?β π·π ππππππππ, ππππ ππ’ πππππππ πππ ππ’ππ ππ ππππ π’ππππ. πππ ππ‘ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππ π ππ ππππ ππ πππππππ, ππ ππππππ πππππ π πππ ππππππππ ππππππππ ππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ πππ£π. πππππ π ππ π πππππ ππ πππππππππ, πππ ππππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ’ πππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ.
π·ππ ππ’ππ πππππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ π ππππ , πππππππππ ππππππ. π·π ππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ ππ π’πππ πππ, ππππ πππ π ππ πππ πππππππ π ππππ π’ππ ππππ ππ πππππππ.
βπ²ππ, πΈ ππππ,β π’ππ πππππ ππ πππππππ’ π πππ ππ πππππππ πππ π ππππππ ππ π’πππ π ππππ. πΆππ π ππππ ππ π’πππππππ, ππππ.
Β βππ πππβ¦ πππππβπ ππ?β ππ πππππ, ππππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ. πππππ π ππ ππππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ ππ ππππππ ππ π’ππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ. πππ π ππππ'π ππππ ππ ππ'π πππππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππ πππ ππ ππππππ ππ ππ πππ πππππππ π ππ πππ π·ππ πππππ. βππππ πππππ π ππβπ ππππ ππ, πππ ππβππ πππππ ππππππππ’ ππ πππππππππβ,β ππ ππππππ, πππππππ’. πΈπ π ππ πππ π·ππ πππππ.
πππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ, ππππππππ π ππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ πππππππ’ ππ πππππππ. πππ πππππ πππ π ππ πππππ πππππππ. ππππ ππ‘ πππππ πππππππ ππ, π·ππ πππππ πππ πππππ π πππ π’πππ πππ πππ π’ππ'π ππ πππ πππ πππ. πππππππ π’ππ π πππππ ππ πππ πππ ππ πππ π ππ πππππππ πππππ’.
πΈπ π ππ ππππ πππ π ππ’ πππ ππππ π ππππππ ππ πππ π’ππ π πππ πππππππ ππ ππππππ πππ πππ ππππππ π ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππ π πππ π’πππ πππππ‘ ππππππ. ππππ π ππππ π ππππ ππππππ , ππ π ππ ππππ’ πππππ.
βπ½π ππππποΏ½οΏ½, ππβπ πππππ ππ’ πππ. π³ππππβπ ππππ πππππππππππ ππ πππ πππππππππ’, πππ ππβπ πππ πππππ ππ ππ πππ πππππππ, πππ’π ππ’,β πππ ππ‘πππππππ π πππ π πππ’ πππππ, ππππππππ’ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ’. ππππ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππππ πππ πππ ππ’ππ ππππππ ππ π’ππ.
πππππ π ππ πππππππππ πππππ πππ πππππππππ’ ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ πππππππ πππ π π’πππ πππππ. πΈπ π ππ π ππ’ππ ππ πππππππππ π’ππ π ππππ'π ππππππππππ ππ. π»πππ ππ ππππ'π π πππ ππ ππππ π πππππ ππ ππππ ππ π ππ πππ’πππ ππ πππ ππππππ π’ππ.
π·ππ ππ ππππ πππππππ ππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ ππππ? π»πππ ππ π ππ ππππππππππ π’ππ ππ πππ ππππ? πππ π πππ ππππππππ’ πππππππππ ππ. πππ π πππ ππππππππ’ πππππ πππππππ π’πππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππ ππππππππ.
βπΆπππ πππ’, πΈ πππππ,β ππ ππππππππ πππππππ’, ππππππππ πππ π πππ π πππ πππππππ ππππππππππ’. "πΌπππ ππ π πππ-πππππππ."
"πΆπππ πππ’ ππππππ," π’ππ πππππππππ, πππ πππ π ππππ πππππππ ππππ π’πππ πππππ π πππ ππ ππππππππππ ππππππ’ ππππ. πΈπ πππππππ ππππ πππππ πππ ππ ππ π’πππ πππππππ πππππππ πππππ πππ , ππππ πππππππππ’ πππ πππ πππππ.
ππ ππππ π’πππ πππππππππππππ, π’ππ ππππππ πππ π πππ ππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππππππ πππππππ πππ ππππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππ π πππ π ππππ πππππ πππππππ πππ πππππ. πππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππ πππππ πππ ππππππππ π πππ π’πππ πππππ-π ππππππππ πππππ π’ππ πππππ πππππ πππππ-ππππππ ππ ππππππ πππ πππππππ ππ πππππ ππππππ’ ππ’ππ ππππππππ π’ππ. ππ πππππ πππ π’ππ ππ.
πππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππππ π ππππ π πππ π’ππ πππππ ππ ππππππππππ’ π πππ πππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ πππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππ πππ πππππ. ππ’ππππ ππππππππ πππππ, πππ πππππ πππππππ ππππππππππ πππππππ π’πππ ππ’ππππ πππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ’ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ. π·π πππππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ ππ π ππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ πππππππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππ πππ ππ. πππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππ’ππ ππππ π’ππ πππππππ ππππ ππ π πππ π ππ ππππππ ππππππππππ πππ ππππππ ππ ππππ. πΈπ π ππ πππ’πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ. πππ π πππππ ππ ππππ ππππ.
πππ ππππππππππ πππππππ ππ π π ππππ ππππππ π ππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ π πππ π’ππ πππππππ ππ πππππ πππ πππππππ. βποΏ½οΏ½, πππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ-ππππ, ππ ππ ππ ππππ π ππππ πππ?β π’ππ πππππ πππ, πππππππππ’ πππππππ.
π·π ππππππ ππ π’ππ, ππ’ππ πππππππ ππππππ πππ , πππ ππ πππππππ π πππππ πππππ. βπ½ππ, ππβπ ππππ π πππ’ πππ. πΈ ππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ ππ ππππ’ πππ πππππ.β πΏπππππ ππππβπ πππππππ’ πππ πππ πππππ πππ’πππππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππππ ππππππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ π πππ ππ ππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππππππππ ππ πππ π’ππ ππππ ππππππππ πππ ππ π πππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππππ ππππ ππππ .Β
πππ π ππππππ π πππ πππππππππππ ππ ππ πππππ π πππ πππππππ πππππππ π’πππ πππππππ. π·ππ πππππ π πππ ππππππππππππ’ ππππππ π πππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ πππ πππππππππ πππ πππππ’πππ πππ πππππππππππ. πΈπ π ππ π ππππππ ππππππππ£πππ ππ π ππππ ππππππππ’. πππ ππππ π ππππππ ππ πππππππ πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ πππ π’πππ ππ’ππ ππ πππππ ππ π ππππππππ ππππ: πππ ππππ π πππ ππππ‘ππ πππ ππππππππ π πππ πππππ’ ππππππππ ππ ππππ. π·ππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ π πππ πππππ π πππ ππππ πππππππ. π°ππ ππππ πππππ π ππ ππππ πππ ππ πππ.Β
ππ’ππππ π ππ πππππππ π’ππ ππ πππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππ πππππ πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ. π° ππππ ππ ππππππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππππππ πππ πππππππ. πππππππππ ππππ π ππ ππππππππ ππ ππ ππππ πππππππ ππππππππ ππππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ π ππ πππππππ ππ π πππππππππππ πππππππππππ’ πππ πππππππ ππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ ππππ. π΄πππ ππ ππ π ππ ππππ’ πποΏ½οΏ½π π πππππ. π΄πππ ππ ππ π ππ ππππππ’ πππ’πππππ ππ πππ.
πππ ππ’ππππππππ πππππ’ πππ π’ππ ππ’πππ ππ ππππ π πππ ππ‘πππππ’ ππ π ππ ππππ ππππ πππ βππππ’ πππ πππππβ. πππ ππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππππ ππππ? πππ ππ π±πππππ? π° ππππ ππππππ? π° ππππ? πΎπ π πππ π’ππ ππππππππππππ ππππππ ππππ πππππ? βπ²πππ ππ πππππ π πππ πππ πππππ?β
"πΌππ’ππ ππππ πππππ ππππ," πππ ππ πππ πππππ πππππ π πππ. "π±ππ πππ πππ , πππ'π πππππ ππ ππππππβ π’πππ ππππ ππ πππππ," ππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ, ππππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππππππ πππ ππ ππ ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ πππ π ππππ.
πππ πππ πππ ππππ ππππ. π³ππππππ πππ πππππππ ππ ππ πππππππ πππ π’πππ πππππππ πππ, ππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ πππππ πππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ πππ. πππ ππππ πππππ ππ π ππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ ππ πππ πππ‘π ππππ πππ, ππππππ ππποΏ½οΏ½ ππππ πππππ ππππππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ πππ ππ ππππ, πππππ πππ ππ ππππππππππ πππ πππππ πππ ππ πππ.
ππ’ππππ πππππ πππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ πππ π’ππ ππ πππ ππ πππππ ππππ ππ‘ππππππ, ππππππππππ π’πππ πππππ πππππππππ.
βπ±πππππππ,β ππ ππππ ππππππ’ ππ π πππ , ππππππ π ππππππ ππππ. π·π π ππ ππππππππ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππ , πππππππ πππ π ππ π’ππ. π·ππ πππ£π πππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππ’ππ ππ π’πππ ππππ πππ ππππ, ππππ π ππππππππ πππ£πππ ππ πππ ππππ’. βπΆππππ πππππ ππ πππππ πππ‘π,β ππ πππππππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ πππππ, ππ πππππ π’ππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ. π·π πππππππ ππππ, ππππ πππππππ, πππππππ πππ πππππππππ π’ππ π πππππ ππ ππππ. πΎπ ππππππ ππ πππ.
ππππ πππ ππππ π πππ πππππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ. πΎππ ππ πππ ππππ’ πππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ π πππππ ππ ππ ππππππππππππ, ππππππππππ, πππ ππππ ππππππππππ’ ππππππππππππ πππ π ππ πππ π ππ’ ππ πππ π πππππ ππ ππππππ π’ππ ππππππ πππ ππ ππππππππ.
πππ πππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ, πππ ππ π ππ ππππππππ ππ ππππ πππππ ππ π’ππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ’ π ππ πππππππππππ’ πππππππππ πππ ππ πππ ππ π ππππ. π·π ππππππ ππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ πππ πππππππππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππ ππ π ππ π’ππ, ππππππ πππππ’πππππ πππ πππππππ ππππππ’ πππ’πππππ πππ π’ππ, πππ πππ ππππ ππππππ, π’ππ ππππβπ ππππ π’πππππππ πππππππ ππ ππ’. πππ ππππβπ ππππ π’πππππππ πππππππ ππππ πππ.
ππππ πππππ ππππππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππππππππ ππ ππππππππ ππ’π πππππππ, πππππππππππ πππ πππ πππππππππππ πππ. π±ππππππ π’πππ ππππ π ππ π πππ ππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππ.
βπ³ππ π πππ ππππ,β π’ππ ππππππππππ, πππππππ. ππππ πππππ π ππ ππππππ π ππππππππππ π ππππππ ππ πππππ πππ. ππππ πππππππ ππππ π ππ ππππβΒ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ’ππ ππππ πππππππππ π ππππππππ ππππ, π ππππ π’ππ ππππππβπ πππππ. πΎπ π ππππ π’ππ ππππβπ π πππ ππ ππππππππ ππππππ.
ππππ π ππππππ, ππππππππ πππππππ, ππ ππππ πππ π πππππ ππππβ π πππ πππππ πππππ πππ ππππππππππ πππππ ππππ πππππππππππ πππππππ π ππππππ ππ ππππππβΒ πππππππππ πππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ’. βπ°ππππ π’ππ,β ππ πππππππ ππ π ππππππ ππππππππ πππππ. π°ππ π’ππ ππππ πππ π ππ’.
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Hello! It's one of my first times asking for something, so forgive me if it seems strange or if I spell something wrong! Feel free to ignore this too!
I was looking at your Jjk list and realized that our beautiful boy Yuuji doesn't have a story there yet, so I had an idea!
something like Itadori and Reader (gn or male) were in a fight together, and Sukuna ends up appering to deal with the whole situation, and as a result, he ends up hurting the reader on purpose to bother Yuuji, so he is left feeling very bad and guilty , so ends up βignoringβ reader, because he keep blaming himself
I only thought until this part (srry), I would like an ending with something cute and fluff ig? ππ (i like angst with a happy ending)
WEREN'T WE THE STARS IN HEAVEN?
pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: angst word count: 758
warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, poorly written fight scene
notes: thank you so much !! i hope you like it :)) split this into two parts to make it easier to write lol, possibly ooc sukuna but i did my best, title from adrianne lenker - anything
part 02 here !!
shibuya is empty. desolate, even. eerily so. even after spending only a few months in tokyo, ITADORI YUUJI had grown accustomed to the noise. the bustling crowds and noisy tourists had become commonplace - almost a comfort at the end of a long night. if nothing else, at least the people were safe.Β
until they werenβt.Β
your lungs burn as you race through the remains of shibuya station. the walls are splattered with a mixture of blood and curse remains. there are no longer complaints from people about being trapped inside of the station. there are no longer stray groans from mahitoβs transformed humans. there are no longer screams of terror.Β
you feel sick.
you force yourself to run faster when you see a figure standing in the distance, near what remains of the bathrooms. water seeps across the tiles from nearby, probably damaged in the midst of a fight. βyuuji!β
he doesnβt have a visible reaction. your footsteps slow to a stop as you take in the sight of him. his clothes are ripped and tattered but there are no visible injuries on his body. beneath the flickering lights above, you can just barely make out the blood stains littering his clothing.
βyuuji?βΒ
he turns to face you, smirking over his shoulder. you take a step backwards, shoes slipping on a puddle of water on the floor. thereβs a dark glint in his eyes - one that youβve never seen before. βnot anymore.β
βsukuna,β your breath hitches.Β
he frowns, mockingly pouting as he begins walking towards you. βthatβs not how you should address your lord.β
anger flares in your chest. your hands curl into fists, nails digging into your palms. you grit your teeth, aiming towards sukunaβs jaw as you swing.Β
he evades it easily, languidly pushing his hands into his pockets. βiβm hurt, y/n,β he mocks. βi canβt believe you would hit your own boyfriend.β
βshut up!β another swing. another miss.
sukuna laughs. he watches you with amusement; like youβre an ant beneath his foot heβs pushing around just for the sake of his own entertainment.Β
heβs fast. almost faster than your own reflexes. your punches only ever meet air as he dances around you. βdoes it bother you?β sukuna asks. his breath ghosts against your ear as he leans in. βknowing that yuujiβs power comes from a curse. does it scare you?β
you swallow your insults, instead focusing your attention on aiming your punches at the right time. he frowns. βignoring me now? that wonβt do.β
sukuna raises his leg, swiftly landing a hit against your side. youβre barely given time to react before your body slams into the wall.Β
the pain comes hard and fast. itβs agonizing. it feels like youβre on fire. every part of your body begs you to give up; to lay down and crumble into a ball on the ground. but you canβt. you wonβt.Β
blood pools in your mouth, dripping down the corners of your lips. debris surrounds you. you can feel pieces of rock and concrete digging into your hands as you push yourself up onto your hands and knees.
your attempts are quickly ripped away when sukuna kicks your side once again. you land on your back this time, staring up at the ceiling through blurry vision. your head aches.Β
βpathetic human.β sukuna smirks over you. the heel of his boot digs into your chest, pushing your body down further into the rubble. your eyes flutter shut. if youβre going to die, youβre not going to give sukuna ryomen the satisfaction of being the last thing you see.Β
the force of sukunaβs weight forces a weak cough out of your lungs. he raises his foot once again before he pauses, humming to himself. βi wonder what the brat would think of this.β
time seems to still as your consciousness begins to slip. you can feel yourself growing weaker. your breaths are shallower. itβs harder to get air into your lungs. your racing heartbeat has also slowed. it no longer pounds loudly in your ears. instead, a dull ringing has replaced the noise.
nothing feels real. yuuji is yelling your name. heβs on his knees; his face hovers over you.Β
yuuji looks different. the black marks across his skin have disappeared, leaving only pale skin behind. hands that have the power to snap bones and destroy buildings are gentle as they cup your cheeks. he wipes away blood and dust and tears.
βyuuji,β you whisper. at least, you try to. and then-
the world goes black.Β
shibuya is empty.
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heliophilia.
summary: your relationship with yuji ends.
warnings: nsfw, 18+, sadfic, like UNBELIEVABLY sad fic, brief sex scene, breakup, depression, aged up characters, heavy angst, slight fluff in flashbacks.
word count: 2.1k (has no business being this long tbh lol)
a/n: idek where I was mentally when I wrote this trauma so don't ask me lmao. sometimes a bitch feels like crying. Heliophilia: (n.)// Pronunciation: hE-lE-O-βfil-E-a // Origin: English // Definition: Desire to stay in the sun; Love of sunlight
read on ao3 here.
βIβm sorry,β Yujiβs voice fractured, resisting tears. Emotion was so pronounced in his atonement you could feel the pain living in his throat in your own. βIβm so,Β soΒ sorry, (Y/n) β¦β
You faced away from him, back turned from him. Your nails bit into the leather of your jacket so. Your face hot, the threat of tears in your eyes, as well. You tried to focus on the blissful white noise of the fountain, pouring forth its waters in elegant streams, and not Yujiβs aching, agonized breathing.
βIt all works out, doesnβt it?β You choked. βIf youβre really sorry, you can use all this misery to fuel your cursed energy, canβt you? Not a total loss then ββ
βDonβt talk like that!β
Yuji gripped your shoulders, forcefully turning you to face him.Β
βI love you!β he pleaded. βYou know that! Donβt youΒ everΒ say things like that! I love you, I just β I canβt βΒ weΒ canβt ββ
Then why are you hurting me?Β You wanted to scream back. But you knew β that horrible, sickly type of knowing, like the looming death of a loved one or the scent of a lie β that Yuji was not breaking up with you because he didnβt love you. That wasnβt it. Silence stretched between the two of you in the edenic park and it carried the weight of years, filling the agonizing space.
Then why are you hurting me?Β
I love you but Iβm a sorcerer. I love you but Iβm Sukunaβs vessel. I love you but everythingβs dying around me. I love you but I couldnβt protect Junpei and one day I wonβt be able to protect you, either.Β
You found yourself laser-focused on Yujiβs hands pressed into your shoulders and wanted to prolong his touch. Finally, the tears began to fall, along with a sob that ransacked your lungs. You lowered your gaze to his chest, the urge to sink into him astounding.Β
βI love you,β Yuji repeated. βPlease believe me β¦βΒ
Please believe me.Β
I do.Β
You managed the last remnants of your strength to pull away from Yuji, one last time. You resisted the heavying ache in your chest as Yuji sunk to his knees, hugging yours. You yanked him away, walking away from the fountain.Β
βGoodbye, Yuji.βΒ
In hindsight, you would never understand how the possibility of it being the final time you ever saw your ex-boyfriend Yuji didnβt bring you running back to him.Β
But you kept walking.
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You flicked the blaring red reject button so hard on your phone it almost fled from your hand, slamming it on the nightstand and sinking back into the grove of sheets.
He wouldnβt stopΒ calling.
It had started that night, having gotten back to your apartment. Thank theΒ godsΒ you lived alone; you broke everything in plain sight. By the time it was over, you were slumped onto the hallway floor, the kitchen floor a sea of broken plate glass, the pillows emptied of their stuffing, vases destroyed. All culminating in your neighbors hurriedly running over, thumping on the door, askingΒ are you okay, we heard crashing, god, we thought there was a fight, are you sure youβre alone? Are you safe? Should we call the cops?
You waved them off best you could, but surely you were not nearly as convincing as you wanted to be with tear-reddened eyes and a croaked voice.Β
Just a hard time, is all. Just anxiety. Iβm going through it, okay? Iβll be fine.Β
You refused to talk, but that hardly mattered β once it all hushed down, Yuji started.Β
Messages. Dms. Snapchat. Instagram. Anything he could use you get a hold of you was used to try and talk to you, clear things up, explain. You disabled it all, ironically thankful for the isolation his insistence was situating you in. And somehow you managed to get to sleep that night.
Now, two days later, the ritual was the same. Your phone blared to life, ringing a tone you now thought horrible into the air. You would rush to reject it, slam on nightstand, back to bed.
Rinse, lather, repeat.Β
You didnβt rise. You didnβt eat. Papers dedicated to different classes sprawled on your office desk, unsure of when youβd be able to get to any of it. Probably never; college seemed such a distant, small thing in the face of losing Yuji, hardly worth a paltry thought in your mind.Β
Five, afternoon passed. No call. By now, Yuji had to have been persuaded by someone else to stop hounding you β Megumi, probably discouraging him, even taking his phone away from him, maybe.Β
Youβd never know.Β
Another thought, this one piercing your heart with unexpected ferocity β you even bucked as it arrived to upset you:
Maybe he was dead.
Youβd never know.Β
Whatever relief you had felt as the hour passed into another and no call livened your phone was gone, replaced with grief.Β
And β¦ longing.Β
You wouldβve done anything to talk to him.Β
Please, you thought, twisting toward your nightstand, eyeing your phone.Β Please, call again. I promise Iβll pick up. Yuji β¦Β Β Your phone did nothing, resting on your stand, black and unresponsive.Β
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The first thing you grew to miss was his voice.Β
Your mornings would begin with his soft acknowledgment before being accompanied by lips pressed to your forehead β βMorning, (Y/n).β β your evenings full with Yuji, tailing you around the apartment, helping you with chores, telling all about some new show heβd binged over the weekend of some new movie he snuck off to see.Β
It was β¦ soΒ quietΒ now. The silence lived in your ears, so pronounced it served as its own sound. After a few days, you felt well enough to at least clean up what you had destroyed. After the chaos you had caused all that remained was a trashed apartment and uncomfortable tranquility.Β
The process of cleaning bestowed on you a new ache to refresh the others; usually at times like this. Cleaning day, at any normal time in your life βΒ
βAnd then he picked up the bad guyβs gun,β Yuji continues, absentmindedly clearing the table of trash, dropping items into the large black trash bag.
βMhm,β you hum back loving, reaching on your tiptoes to dust behind a picture frame. βYeah?βΒ
βAnd he shoots the bad guy and heΒ misses,β Yuji awes from behind you, βonly heΒ doesnβtΒ miss β they just make usΒ thinkΒ he misses because when the camera cuts back heβs ββ
βYuji?β you turn to him, eyebrows raised.
Yujiβs cheeks are reddening. βHeh. Sorry, was I rambling again?βΒ
βItβs okay,β You drop the duster to the floor, peck him on the cheek. βLetβs just finish cleaning this table.βΒ
But of course, he doesnβt stop β Yuji is excited and bubbly, especially when he helps you, and his anecdotes from movies, or shows, or sorcerer life, distract you from the grunt work of cleaning day β or any day.
You were miserably aware of the ringing silence, nestled in the space Yujiβs voice used to live as you cleared the table of plastic cups and empty plates all on your own.
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The second thing you grew to miss was his kiss.Β
Yuji had been your first kiss and your lips craved the attention of his.Β
You were in class, your college professor rambling about some eighteen-hundreds writer while you twiddled your pencil. You bit into your lips hoping to satiate them, but it only worsened your yearning. The classroom began to fall away as memory tugged at your mind.Β
β(Y/n).βΒ
Yujiβs voice carries your name so tenderly you almost fail to recognize it. You look at him as the first round of fireworks explodes in the summer nightβs sky.Β
βNew Yearβs Eve, Yu-Yu,β you said, your own soft voice trembling. βDid you make a wish?β
βWish? Heh, No, but there β¦ is something I wanted to do.β
You part your lips as Yuji eliminates the space between the two of you, inch by cursed inch.
You swallow, letting the moment hang as sparks fly behind Yujiβs head.Β
βWhat?β You ask.
But your inquiry dies away as Yuji banishes the final inch.Β
His lips descend on yours. Soft, warm,Β sweet. He moves little, tentative, before your arms wrap around his shoulders and invite him closer.Β
β(Y/n), I ββΒ
You refuse his words, cupping the back of Yujiβs head to re-close the gap between you.Β
He doesnβt attempt to speak again, pressing you against the railing of the park while his lips caress yours. Fireworks whistle behind you as they combust in the sky, showering down in luculent streams.
Β His kisses, then and thereafter, are loving, lingering β gentle until they are not; the union of lips dissolves into sloppy angles and reddened lips. Harsh breaths and Yuji bucking into your body, eager for more.
βMiss (Y/n)!βΒ
You jerked. Raised your head.Β
βI have a hard time believing youβve not heard your name once these past seven times Iβve called it,β Your professor glared.
No, I havenβt.Β
βIβm sorry, professor. Repeat the question, please.β
Your hand balled in your fist. You shouldnβt miss him. You shouldnβt miss him.Β
But you do. And the list of things youβll miss will only continue to grow.
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The third thing you grew to miss was his touch.Β
You shifted on the couch, painfully aware of the lack of Yujiβs presence at your back, snuggling into you from behind, legs intertwined into yours.Β
βYuji β¦β you giggle. βStop it β¦βΒ
βWhat?β Yuji snuggles the back of your neck before finding his way into your crook. βIβm not even β¦βΒ
Language dies as the two of you collapse into giggles. The tv plays a movie neither of you hold much interest in now that Yujiβs finds his way into your shirt, tickling the sensitive flesh at your sides.Β
βYuji!β
βWhat?β he patterns your neck with kisses, pressing you closer to him with an armlock around your waist. He is so strong and holds you to him as you squirm.Β
Finally, you give in, cupping his face with your hand, you bring him in for a kiss. He hums into the kiss and reciprocates immediately, pressing into you properly βΒ
A gunshot from a crime show you left on yanked you into reality. You blinked, sunk into the sheets, letting the tvβs artificial light fall over you.Β
Reality, where the blankets cannot compare to the boy you have lost.Β
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But the thing youβd miss the most?Β
Yuji warms his cock inside of you as you burn red, hot lines into his back with your nails. He stains your perspired forehead with kisses as he empties his seed into you. His hips swerve, providing friction to your exhausted clit. You whine into his shoulder, furrowing your brow as your orgasm takes you.
βAh β ah β¦! Yuji β¦!βΒ
Yuji rocks into you a few more times, crescendoing your climax before hooking a hand underneath your knee and rolling in bed so you are side by side. You bite your lip, grind your clit on his strong thigh before settling, resting your head on his shoulder.
The silence is effortlessly serene and comfortable.Β
But Yuji breaks the silence.Β β(Y/n)?βΒ Β
You smile, looking up at him from your place on his chest. βYeah?βΒ
βI β¦β he looks away, blush flourishing on his face. βI really love you alot, you know?βΒ
You match his blush with one of your own as your eyes widen. Yuji overcomes some of his embarrassment to caress your cheek with his hand.
βI β¦β You trail, placing a hand over the one that currently holds your face. βI love you, too, Yuji.β
Even worn from sex, Yuji manages to perk, light coming to his mocha eyes. He smiles back at you.
βThatβs good.βΒ
You kiss his cheek, settling by his side for the night.
Yuji is the only warmth you know and the only light you recognize. You allow him to blanket you, shield you from any cold that exists.Β
βThanks for that.β Β
You leaned against the headboard, a thousand-mile stare burning into the wall opposite to you. The aftermath of your sex slumped horribly in your stomach. Your guest zipped up his pants, reaching for his shirt next.
βYeah,β You replied, absentminded and silent. βYeah, sure.βΒ
βNext time, okay?βΒ
Your insides screamed to reject but instead:
βYeah, okay.βΒ
Your one-night stand left, leaving you thudding your head against the headboard. It hadnβt been bad, even unpleasant, it had been β¦ fine. Cold. Impersonal. Impartial. You had never hadΒ fine. Not with Yuji.
Yuji, you grieved.Β
You turned your head to your phone, your hope of Yujiβs call blown out by its perennial blackness.Β
You clutched a hand to your heart, hollowed out from longing.Β
His love came last.
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Sukuna finds a strange creature in the forest and decides to bring it home
Fanart inspired by- The Child With Marks on AO3 (Make sure to check it out!)
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a long nap
their reactions when you take a long nap and don't reply to them
includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge
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"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"
some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3
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I licked it so itβs mine
pairing: stepbrother!yuuji/fem!reader
premise: After a long day of work, you decide to make use of the empty house by having some drinks and a movie night with your older stepbrother. Eventually, one drink turns into two, two become three, and so on. As the buzz of the alcohol progressively fills you with more and more courage, interesting things commence.
cw: 18+ MDNI. stepcest, βin the flurry of the momentβ setting, no curses AU, characters are in their 20s, intoxication, dubcon, implied corruption, coersion and pressuring from reader, descriptions of size difference, manhandling and roughness β poor yuuji gets a little too into it in the end.
wc: 6.7k
divider credit: @/adornedwithlight
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Your big stepbrother Yuuji is likeable. He always has been.
To be fair, what is there not to like? When it comes to his looks, Yuuji is tall, handsome, a proud owner of a pair of pretty honey-coloured eyes that make him resemble a puppy, and an even prettier smile. Every summer, his skin gets this wonderful, almost golden tan that makes him outright glow from within, and his face gets sun-kissed, causing his already rosy cheeks to get dotted with tiny, barely visible freckles that gather under his eyes and only enhance his cuteness.
However, after living with him for so long, youβve since learned that he rarely actually pays attention to his appearance, much less dresses to impress.
After all, Yuuji is a simple man. He does not care about clothes besides the level of comfort they provide, and yet he still somehow manages to achieve victory. Catching girls checking him out when heβs in nothing but his trusty pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt is a common occurrence. Even listening to flustered whispers and giggles has turned into a regular thing at this point.
On top of all that, heβs also nice. Kind and open and warm β you could use so many more positive words to describe your stepbrotherβs wonderful personality, but youβre pretty sure that theyβd never do it justice. Perhaps the only bad thing you could say about him is that heβs too nice. Too helpful and giving.
Especially towards the people who donβt deserve it.
And as you watch him from the corner of your eye now, hanging out at the park and licking the ice cream that heβd treated you to as a reward for beating him in his favourite video game, you try to consider yourself as one of the people who do deserve his everlasting kindness. Who do deserve to be treated nicely by him, and to hear the laughter in his voice, and to accept his almost naive generosity.
Itβs a nice day out today. The wooden park bench that youβre sitting on currently is warm from the setting sun that still filters through the leaves above your heads. Small, moving patches of light and shadow linger everywhere, causing you to stare, almost mesmerized, as some of them lazily continue to dance across your big brotherβs face.
Yuujiβs arms are splayed wide open and draped on either side of the worn backrest that youβre both leaning against. Heβs finished his ice cream ages ago, so now heβs got his legs outstretched and his head angled up towards the sky, enjoying the peaceful tranquility that this yearβs summer brings.Β
There are quite a few people out and about in the park during this time of day β most of them joggers and dog walkers that are using the slightly cooler temperatures to their benefit β but if you listen closely, you can make out distant shouting and laughter coming from a group of children who are occupying the playground thatβs on the other side of the trees.
The sound makes you feel kind of old, so you zero in on your sandals to keep yourself busy.
βRemember when you used to scream like that?β
βWhat?βΒ
When you turn your head to the side again, Yuujiβs gaze looks expectant.
βBack when we were kids,β he explains, jerking his chin towards the direction of the playground. βYou got all shrieky and high-pitched whenever it was my turn to chase you, remember? Made you sound like a deflating balloon just by running in your direction.β
βOh!β You take another lick of your ice cream, fully flattening the scoop before sinking your teeth into the edge of the cone. The scent of strawberries fills your nose in an instant. βIn my defense, that probably happened because I didnβt like playing tag with you all that much.βΒ
He quirks an eyebrow at this, intrigued. βHow so?β
βWell, for starters, your legs were longer than mine, which made you catch up so fast that it wasnβt fun for me anymore. Aaand your hands were also always sticky for some reason,β you reply, still chewing on the wafer. βIt was gross.β
βWow, okay.β He rolls his eyes but it immediately gets followed by a brief chuckle that escapes his lips. βExcuse me for trying to be a little bit sentimental with my clean freak of a baby sister.β
βIβm normalβ¦ Youβre just nasty,β you fire back, smiling when he goes to playfully shove you.
His hand is warm when it lands on your shoulder; so warm, in fact, that you can feel the rise in temperature even through the sleeve of the thin, cropped T-shirt that youβve put on this morning.Β
It doesnβt take you by surprise. For as long as youβve known him, Yuuji has been one to have blood as hot as molten lava running through his veins. Youβre unsure how he survives it whenever the weather is scorching hot, like today for example β August has always proved to be a bitch whenever it comes to heat β but so far he seems to be doing just fine.
And while it may be weird to some, him being hot-blooded is the reason why you sometimes like to drag him into your bed during the winter months, when itβs cold and you come back home from work feeling like your toes have turned half-frozen in your shoes. Besides being provided with good company, heβs also like your own personal heater.
And thatβs it. Thereβs nothing else to it; how could it be when heβs your stepbrother, for crying out loud! You grew up together and have lived under the same roof for years. Heβs walked into your room just to leave the lights on and the door open so many times. Youβve endured his godawful Fortnite phase and have seen him be at his worst just as he did with you. The only feelings that you harbour for him are strictly platonic.Β
Youβre both pretty set on that.
βI should take that ice cream from ya as a form of punishment for being so mean to me,β said stepbrother teases now, pulling you back from your thoughts. When you look up at him, heβs grinning like a little boy. From ear to ear and in a way that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.
Cute.
βNu-uh,β you respond, allowing the evidently distrustful tone to lace your voice. βI licked it so itβs mine.β
βTsch.β He clicks his tongue against his teeth. βLike thatβs ever been an issue before. Cβmon, give.βΒ
βIt is for me because unlike you, Iβm not- Hey!β Before you can finish your sentence, he swipes the ice cream from your hand, successfully stealing it right in front of your nose.
You glare at him now, brow slightly furrowed in annoyance, as Yuuji proceeds to lick the melting sweet with exaggerated delight. Since whatever was left of the scoop sank deeper into the cone, you realize that youβre unexpectedly intrigued by the fact that he needs to push his tongue out a little more to get to it.Β
And he does; of course he does. He twirls it across the flat, creamy surface, and itβs not long before the inside of his mouth is coated in milky pink and thereβs a hum of overly satisfied approval sounding from the back of his throat.
Youβre unsure how to feel about the entire thing, but you definitely donβt dwell on it.
βMmm,β he purrs, squeezing his eyes shut. He even makes sure to go as far as to smack his lips. βMmm-mmm-mm! So good.β
For whatever reason, you feel your stomach do a weird spin as you listen to the sounds heβs making now. Itβs like thereβs an instant flash of heat searing through your body, similar to the pesky one that you get in the middle of the night when youβre hormonal and on your period, but before you can even properly acknowledge it, itβs gone as fast as it came.
βAgain: youβre so gross,β you manage to say with a huff thatβs supposed to be disapproving but doesnβt sound like that at all. The shake of your head that you add to the jab also feels somewhat unnatural. Every one of your mannerisms does, actually.
Yuuji, seemingly blissfully ignorant of your inner turmoil, laughs before he takes a giant bite out of the side of the cone and finally hands it back to you.
βHey, at least my hands ainβt sticky this time.β
βββ
The house is empty when you come back home that evening.
This too is not much of a surprise, really. Your parents have been gone for the last couple of days, enjoying their yearly vacation to the seaside that neither you nor Yuuji could attend this time because of your work schedules.Β
So while your mom and his dad are basking in the sun and drinking sugary cocktails, youβre waking up at six in the morning every day to make it to your dull desk job in time, and heβs stuck flipping burgers at McDonalds and honing his social skills in the drive-through booth for eight hours every day.
Poor, poor you.
βDid you see the drinks theyβre having over there? Gosh,β Yuuji grumbles on this exact topic as he throws himself onto the couch and flicks the TV on. His expression looks mildly conflicted at the list of movies heβs being offered by the streaming service youβre both leeching off of, but it eases back into neutral as soon as he rests his feet atop the coffee table and crosses his ankles. βThey even had those fancy umbrellas on the top and everythinβ.β
βThere, there,β you say, quickly patting his knee before sitting down beside him. Youβre not sure why, but you pay extra attention to the small sliver of distance that you keep between his leg and your own now. The feeling from earlier didnβt fully go away yet, so touching him or him touching you still feels kind of odd.
Meanwhile, Yuuji doesnβt seem to acknowledge it at all, because now heβs resting his head against your shoulder, invading your personal space whilst he pouts.
The action is nothing unusual for him β itβs normal, he does it all the time β and yet you still swallow thickly, trying to ignore the sudden hyper awareness.Β
βWhat is it now, you big baby?β you manage to muster out, taking the remote from him.
βEhβ¦ Itβs nothing,β he says.
βAha,β you say.
βWellβ¦ Itβs just that I want nachos and cocktails with fancy umbrellas, too!β he bristles at your prodding, pressing the side of his face even further into your shoulder. His hair tickles your cheek because of it.
βWe have nachos at home,β you utter, trying to avoid the ticklish sensation.
βYeah. Shitty tortilla chips that come in a bag, with a side of tasteless dip from the fridge,β he quips. βYum.β
You stifle your laughter. Heβs making such a big deal out of a silly thing like nachos. βIβm pretty sure they all come in a bag, Yuuβ¦ Come to think of it, theirs are probably stored in one of those big, wholesale bags that most food places get.β
βWell, I want the wholesale ones, then.β
βYouβre pretty set on this, huh?β
He just gives you a look.
βOkay, okay, okay,β you ramble, pulling back just enough to make him lift his head and look at you properly. βHow aboutβ¦ we try to make semi-decent nachos and cocktails with what we have, and have ourselves a little movie night since weβre both off work tomorrow and we definitely deserve it after all the pain and suffering weβre going through?β
Yuuji muses. βAll you do at your job is sit behind a desk all day.β
You feel your eyes narrow. βSo?β
βSo,β he says, sounding smug. βIβd hardly call that pain and suffering.β
βOh, Iβm sorry,β you chide. βI wasnβt aware that your job also consisted of crawling underneath barbed wire and coming face to face with excruciating death between all those burgers you flip.β
He pokes you in the side for the insult. After jumping a little bit at the ticklish sensation, you make sure to immediately return the favour.
βDo you want those cocktails or not, Ronald McDonald?β
Yuuji stretches his arms above his head and yawns before he gets ready to stand up. βYeah, yeahβ¦ Letβs make βem fancy.β
He follows you into the kitchen then, where you both work to recreate the vacation food and drinks to the best of your β and your pantryβs β capabilities.Β
The nachos end up being surprisingly decent after you sprinkle some shredded cheese on top and give them a spin in the microwave. The cocktails, on the other hand, are a mixture of cheap wine from the corner store and coke, adorned with pieces of sliced pineapple at the top because you sadly ran out of cute paper umbrellas, much to Yuujiβs disappointment.
Though in the end, everything works out just fine.
You have yourselves a nice, perhaps you could even call it relaxing kind of evening. You change into your comfortable pyjama shorts and tank top, he gets rid of his T-shirt because he prefers being shirtless during the summer, and you play a couple rounds of his favourite game again; all of which you lose because Yuuji decides that he isnβt holding back this time. Afterwards, you watch a movie that isnβt all that good necessarily, but isnβt half bad either, and take rather hefty sips of your makeshift cocktails.
By the time the credits start to roll, youβre both feeling a little buzzed and warm in the face. Neither of you feels like calling it a night just yet, though β being off work the next day at the same time happens so rarely, after all β so you decide on watching something equally as uneventful and drinking some more.
So that is how both yourself and Yuuji end up drinking more than youβd initially planned. The alcohol becomes easier to swallow down when youβve already numbed out your taste buds and have adapted them to the cheap, shitty wine flavour. It even makes the pineapple slices look cool.
And now youβre both drunk. Not shitfaced, per se, but definitely more than tipsy. Enough that itβs making your vision a little bit blurry around the edges, your limbs soft and pliant, and your mind fuzzy. Enough that itβs making you feel like you could do just about anything youβd set your mind to.
Youβre both giggling like morons as you sit cross-legged and face each other on the couch. Heβs desperately trying to tell you a story about one of his co-workers, who, according to him, is supposed to be very weird, but he keeps on slurring his words and keeps on losing track so often that itβs making the entire thing outright incomprehensive.
βDude-β Your voice falters as yet another set of giggles pushes its way out. Goddamn alcohol. βYou have got to stop laughing and tell me whatever it is you want to tell me about this weirdo, because if you donβt, I swear to god that Iβm going to fucking lose my shit.β
βListenβ¦ Jusβ listen-βΒ
βI am listening, you dumbass!β you interrupt, reaching over to flick his forehead. He flinches at the action.
βNo, but like,β he mumbles now, rubbing the aching spot. βI want to tell you, but at the same timeβ¦ I kind of donβt.β
This instantly succeeds in sparking your interest. Thereβs something heβs unsure about telling you? How curious; you tell each other everything!
You lean forward slightly, resting your elbows on your knees. βHow so?β
Yuujiβs eyes flicker towards the television for a quick second. The movie is still playing β it bathes half of his face with light and the other half in shadows.Β
Much to your bafflement, he sheepishly bites his lip before he says, ββCause itβs a secret.β
βA secret? Really?β You groan as you grab the small decorative pillow just so that you can throw it his way. Despite his intoxicated state, heβs still rather quick to deflect it. It lands on the ground soundlessly.
βWhat was that for?β he asks now, trying not to laugh.
βOh, I dunno,β you say, bristling. βDid it maybe ever cross your mind that telling me that is only gonna make me want to hear it more?β
βI mean,β he says, scratching the back of his head and shrugging. βI guessβ¦?β
You give him a pointed glare. βYou know how much I love secrets, Yuu!β
βI know.β
βThen tell me!β
βNo.β
You pout in answer, clearly unsatisfied.
Yuuji looks at you, his expression slipping into something thatβs a bit more sincere and apologetic. He watches as you continue to avoid eye contact and push out your bottom lip, clearly trying to appear upset as much as you possibly can in order to get him to change his mind.
Sooner or later, it ends up working.
A person like him is so giving⦠Who is he to ever tell you no?
βOh, fine,β he says, sighing with defeat. βJust pinky promise that you wonβt tell anyone, okay?β
Your grin is pleasantly lazy because of the alcohol thatβs still coursing your veins as you chirp, βOf course.β
He hooks your pinkies together and shakes them from side to side lightly as if itβll help solidify the promise better.
βSo, whatβs the secret?β you ask when you pull your hand back and use it to support your cheek.
After a short moment of silence, he finally forces himself to blurt out, βMy co-worker, he, uhβ¦ He thinks youβre hot.β
You stare at him, arching one eyebrow. βWait, thatβs it?β
Yuuji can feel his entire face tingling with heat now. The blush that steadily continues to bloom makes his skin slightly itchy, but he refrains from scratching it. βYeah, thatβs it.β
You watch him closely.Β
βWhat?β he inquires, not liking the fact that you arenβt saying anything. The flush of red has crept down to his neck now.
βYouβre lying,β you reply at long last, expression blank.
He sputters when he inhales a sharp breath, ready to defend himself. βAm not!β
You throw another pillow at him. He avoids this one, too. βAre too!β
βStop throwing stuff at me!β
βI will, if you tell me the secret!β
βI already did!β
βThe actual secret, dumbass!β
βFineβ¦ Fine! Ugh,β he groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. βHe also said that, ummβ¦β
You enthusiastically gesture at him to continue when his voice fades into nothing again. Curiosity is threatening to eat you alive at this point. βYes? He said what?β
βHe said-β His Adamβs apple bobs in his throat as he swallows thickly. βHe basically told me that if you were his stepsister, that he wouldβve been all over you ages ago. Or whatever.β
You stare at him once more. He stares right back.
βWhat?β he asks again, this time slightly more nervous. His pupils are huge and the blush is starting to make him sweat. βWhat is it?β
After a moment that seems like forever, you repeat, β...Thatβs it?β
Yuuji feels like his heart has dropped to his ass. βWhat dβyou mean thatβs it?!β
βExactly what I said,β you say, shrugging. βYour co-worker has a βOh no, stepbro, Iβm stuckβ fantasy. So what?β
βI-β Yuujiβs eyebrows draw so tightly together until thereβs a small v etched between them. He pauses for a long time before he says, βDonβt you think thatβs weird, though?β
βNot really.β You take another small sip from your glass and place it back onto the coffee table. βI mean, have you never noticed how popular it is in porn? Lots of people are into that kind of stuff.β
βN-noβ¦β He stutters, somehow succeeding in turning even redder in the face. βI donβt-β
βWatch porn?β you offer quickly, already rolling your eyes.
βNot porn like that,β he quips, suddenly sounding uncharacteristically snippy.Β
You chuckle at the tone he uses, attempting to tame the upward curl of your lips. Things are getting interesting and dirty β something you donβt get to encounter a lot whenever it comes to golden boy over here. βWell, what kind of porn do you watch, then?β
Oh, that is very bold. If it werenβt for the liquid courage, you doubt youβd dare ask the question. But itβs out in the open now.
Hanging in the tense air thatβs between you two. Waiting. Preying.
βNot the stepsister kind,β he says in a low mutter, surprising you that he even chose to answer. βIβm not into that.β
You canβt help but let the smile show now. βHow can you know if youβve never seen it?β
Yuuji gawks before letting out a nervous laugh. β...What?β
βI said,β you repeat, leaning ever so slightly closer. Enough to make him feel on edge, but not enough to scare him away. βHow can you know that youβre not into it-β Thereβs another pause, another closing of distance. His freckles are visible now. βIf youβve never seen it? Hmm?β
βI just-β He tenses up when your knee bumps into his. The short moment of contact is electrifying for some reason; it jumpstarts his heart into a far quicker rhythm. βI just, uh, do.β
You look him directly in his sweet honey eyes. βYeah?β
And he immediately rushes to break eye contact. βYeah.β
βYou know,β you trail off innocently, patting his knee this time instead of βaccidentallyβ bumping it. Unlike before, though, your hand remains on his leg. βFor someone who swears up and down to not be into itβ¦ You really donβt sound so sure about it to me.β
βWell, I am,β he protests in a heartbeat, however the bite thatβs supposed to be in the statement isnβt quite there.Β
The reason behind it might be because heβs quite tipsy and canβt bring himself to be firm with you. Or maybe, just maybe, itβs because heβs staring at his lap when he says it; right at the spot where youβre still touching him.
Your hand feels so warm as it sits on his thigh. And pleasant.Β
He doesnβt exactlyβ¦ want it to go away.
You watch as he huffs in defeat and shakes his head with evident frustration the thought must have evoked. It causes a giggle to bubble up your throat from how entertained you are. You donβt even try to stop it this time.
He could tell you off, call you names, push you away, whateverβ¦ But he doesnβt.Β
No, heβs just too good of a big brother.
So you allow the flat of your palms to rest on both of his knees now. Still careful, though not nearly as much as before. Meanwhile, your own knees dig into the softness of the couch as you readjust your weight forward so that you can lift yourself just enough to be eye level with him.
Guilty anticipation pools inside his gut and turns him frazzled when you use the momentum to invade his personal space even further. All of a sudden, you find yourself nose to nose with your cutesy stepbrother. Chest to chest. So close that he can feel the heat of your breath on his lips and smell the fading scent of your perfume mixing with thin layers of sweat and sunscreen.Β
βProve it, then,β you say. Your voice could barely be considered above a whisper but the silence that follows after it is so loud.
Yuuji gulps from how unnerving this entire situation has become. Gulps. βProveβ¦ Prove what?β
βProve that youβre not into it.β
Thump, thump, thump! His heart is going wild. βHow?β
βWatch it with me.β You move your hands upwards ever so slightly as you speak the words, but itβs not long before youβre sliding them all the way up to his thighs.Β
Theyβre strong, his legs, and the muscles in them flex and harden underneath your touch, making the lines of his gorgeous, so profoundly male-like physique all the more defined. The hairs there are lighter in colour and theyβre silky smooth. They tickle the tips of your fingers when you finally let them settle at the very edge of his gym shorts.Β
Digging your nails into his skin just enough to make him jump a little, you add, βPlease?β
God, youβre so drunk andβ¦ something else. Your pupils are huge; so big that Yuuji swears he can see himself in them, and the laugh you let out a moment later is girlish and kind of breathless.Β
And he, well, he just looks so goddamn confused in response to it. Like a little puppy thatβs been caught doing something naughty and bad. Big, round eyes, twitchy upper lip and everything.
βI, ummβ¦ I dunno,β he chokes out finally. He feels like coughing so that he can clear his throat, but he somehow manages to stifle the annoying sensation. βI justβ¦ Iβm not so sure about that-β
βPleeease, Yuuji,β you repeat, pushing, pushing, pushing. You even start pouting right at him as a means to get him to budge. βI wanna!β
Fuck.
The whine thatβs appeared in your voice now makes his cock involuntarily twitch. What the actual fuck, his dick is responding to you β his baby sister. Little by little, blood is rushing south; right below his waistline until he can feel warmth slowly taking over every inch of his lower half. He tries to make it stop, to put an end to it, to slow it down at the very least, but his efforts prove to be completely useless.
His throat feels scratchy and dry now from not allowing himself to cough, and his skin feels too tight on his face. It makes him rasp as he says, βYou, uh, you wanna?β
βMhmm,β you purr in a mere instant, squeezing his thighs again just the tiniest bit. Goddammit, since when did those parts start feeling so fucking sensitive? βWannaβ¦ wanna see you start sweating a little when you realize that your dick is getting hard over dirty shit like stepcest, you know? Wanna prove you wrong.β
A second twitch, a second rush of blood. Yuujiβs stomach spins and tightens with anxiety. His nerves go haywire. With each passing second, he can feel his cock getting heavier in his shorts. Can feel pre-cum turning the front of his underwear more and more sticky. Can feel his mind going dizzy with quick-paced lust.
Youβre just so goddamn close. Staring right at him, with your tits almost on full display in that tiny thing you call a shirt, and with that infuriating, shit-eating smirk plastered on your lips. Kneeling right between his legs, talking about stepbrothers fucking stepsisters, allowing your breaths to intermingle as if itβs no big deal.
But thatβs not all. Besides being too close for comfort, heβs also pretty sure that youβre quietly hinting at the possibility of something happening tonight, like letting him stuff your pussy with his cock. Hell, forget stuffing β even just seeing it would be nice.Β
Not that heβs ever thought about laying eyes on his sisterβs cunt, much less filling it, but now that this entire thing is unfolding in real time, before his very eyes, and he swears that he can feel the tips of your fingers subtly brushing against the ridge of his hard-on over his clothesβ¦ He doesnβt feel like refusing the idea necessarily, if it were to actually happen.
Fuuuck!
βIt-it wonβt,β Yuuji stammers in one last attempt at keeping his sense of morality, however all he does is end up fumbling over his own damn self like some pathetic loser. Heβs so red in the face, itβs obvious now. βI, ah, I already told you-β
His sentence gets interrupted by a sudden kiss that you press right onto his still half-open mouth.Β
You donβt know what exactly it is that compels you to do it, but here you are. Kissing your big brother. Latching yourself to him. Offering him things you shouldnβt.
Oh, here you are, all right.
The kiss itself is clumsy, rash, idiotic. Your teeth clash as you hurry forward to wrap your arms around his neck, and thereβs a small, muffled noise β that terribly sounds like a squeal of excitement β escaping your lips when his big hands find your waist and he yanks you forward until youβre fully seated on his lap.
One second ago you were merely looking at each other, tip-toeing the line but never quite overstepping it, and now youβre grinding against one another like animals in heat, tangling tongues and tasting each otherβs spit. Everything happens so fast and itβs all based on pure instinct and executed with zero thinking, because if it happened any other way, youβd surely regret it.
He tastes like pineapple and the lousy chewing gum that he bought back at the corner store earlier in the afternoon but spat out pretty soon after. You shouldnβt find the odd combination of flavours that good, you know this, but right now the inside of his mouth tastes like sweet, sweet heaven.
And possible release.
βFuck, Yuu,β you pant between messy kisses, running your fingers along his undercut. βYouβre so hard, lookβ¦ Proves me right, mm?β
Yuuji wants to tell you to shut up, to stop saying things like that, to stop making him feel both so guilty and turned on at the same time because itβs complicated and he doesnβt fucking know what to make of it.
But all he ends up saying instead is, βYeah...β
Because, as always, heβs simply too good of a big brother. Too good to tell you no.
Especially when youβre right.
And even if your big brotherβs cock is hiding underneath several layers of clothing, you can still feel it pressing firmly between your legs now. Thick and heavy and in urgent need of some tender affection; a little sisterly love, if you will. Itβs making you grow more and more expectant of whatβs to come. Thereβs no space for shame left.
His size seems promising β at least judging by the feel of it. Each time you push your weight against him, circling your hips a little, he responds by pushing you down even further with the help of his hands on your hips; spreading your folds slightly apart and allowing the seam of your shorts to dig straight into your clit.
Your breathing grows laboured because of it. Slowly but surely, youβre becoming a hot mess of mmβs and ahhβs. And Yuuji, poor, sweet Yuuji, is nowhere near to being any better after heβs forced to hear all of it.
Heβs sweating like crazy. Is throbbing between his legs. Is trying to tame his pulse but it just keeps on hammering and ringing inside his ears. The blush is making his entire face itch all over again and his clothes feel too tight on his body. What else is there?
Oh, even his heart feels like itβs jammed itself inside his throat when he pulls back just enough to break the string of saliva thatβs bridging the narrow space between your mouths and asks, βYou sure you wanna do this?β
βJust fuck me already, god,β you hiss in response. Youβre so sexually frustrated that itβs making you pissy.
Neither of you has planned this nor expected this to happen, but youβve both been feeling lonely, terribly single; are yearning to be touched. Itβs been a while for the two of you, shit happens and people get too busy to enjoy the simpler pleasures in life, and you both consider the other to be attractive, soβ¦ why not?
Why not? Maybe because this entire thing could, quite possibly, be a disaster in the making.
Still, it doesnβt feel like a disaster when Yuujiβs hands wrap around your sides and slam you down on the couch. Doesnβt feel like a bad thing when he blindly hooks his fingers to the waistband of your shorts and you bring your legs closer to your chest and lift your hips a little so that he can tug them off easier.
Either heβs too impatient to wait or he did it by complete accident, but he manages to pull down your panties right along with your shorts. Theyβre both left dangling from your left ankle now, hanging uselessly and completely forgotten because heβs too busy trying to push himself inside you.
His back is hunched and his rosy lips are parted as he sucks in and exhales sharp breaths above you. They fan your forehead, cooling the sweat thatβs gathered there, only causing you to shiver.Β
You press your foreheads together when you lift yourself slightly with the help of your elbows so that you can reach between you, tug his waistband low just enough to expose him and guide him inside you. He grits his teeth, baring them like a threatened animal as soon as your fingers curl around the base of his cock, mindlessly stroking the impressive length, spreading the pre-cum thatβs gathered at the tip without any sense of patience.
Neither of you looks into each otherβs eyes; all of your attention is aimed at the spot where you almost connect. After all, his fat cockhead is bumping against your sticky pussy now, inconsistently gliding up and down and smearing arousal. Every time he teases your entrance, your breath hitches in the back of your throat and you cling onto him a little harder.
βYuujiii,β you whine, teeth sinking into your bottom lip so harshly that you fear you might have drawn blood. He almost doesnβt recognize the sound of your voice. βWhatβre you waiting for?! Put it iiin!β
βYeahβ¦ Y-yeah, okay,β he bites out, trying to stop the persistent flutter of a muscle in his cheek. His arms feel like giving in but the muscles in his biceps still flex and shudder with anxiety and anticipation when he finally presses in.
His cockhead pushes past the initial ring of muscle pretty effortlessly from how wet youβve gotten from mere kissing and a little bit of grinding. Perhaps itβs the alcohol thatβs making you so pliant and eager, but itβs easy to open your legs wider so that you can let in even more of him.
Yuuji feels dizzy; like the entire world is spinning. Youβre underneath him, panting so loudly and youβre so warm inside, so accepting, so wet. Your pussy hugs him just right, walls squeezing around his girth, sucking him in further. The sensation makes him drop his entire weight right on top of your writhing body the second he allows himself to slowly rock into you and sink balls deep.
He hides his face into the crook of your neck as he begins to lazily thrust inside you, doing whatever feels best because he canβt possibly bring himself to form thoughts right now. In and out, the strokes are long, slow and deep. So deep, in fact, that they make you wince each time he hits the sweet spot thatβs hiding inside.
Youβve ended up so close yet again; with your limbs intertwined and your bodies pressed tightly together that your shirt is crinkling between you. It rides up with the movement of his hips slamming against your own, exposing your stomach, making you stick to each other from how sweaty youβve gotten.
βNnghβ¦ You feelβ¦ sβgood,β he grits out, quiet moaning already lacing his voice. His breathing has gotten so heavy that itβs creating moisture on the small patch of skin on your neck that heβs got his mouth pressed against. βWonβt last longβ¦ Ca-ahβ¦ Canβt.β
He sounds so fucking drunk as he continues to say pure nonsense into the side of your throat and keeps on pressing you into the softness of the couch. Not only on alcohol, but also on your pussy it seems.Β
It makes him practically start pounding into you now. Abusing your tight little hole. He slips one arm underneath you and pulls you even closer so that he can steady himself a little bit, and wetness squelches between you as a result. Skin slaps against skin, breaths intermingle. His fingers tangle into your hair crudely β it hurts when he tugs at the roots even if youβre well aware that he doesnβt mean to.
Heβs so big above you. So strong. So stupidly male. And heβs also gotten lost in the moment. For a second it makes you scared of him a little bit even if heβs the sweetest man youβve ever met, a real proper marshmallow. And it doesnβt help that his cock is as big as the rest of him is; stretching you so deliciously, splitting you wide open, causing tears to prickle at the corners of your eyes even if the booze thatβs coursing your veins is supposed to numb you out to a size like that.
βYuuji, wa- fuck, waitβ¦!β You cross your ankles at his waist in an attempt to slow him down, heels panically digging into his back dimples and toes curling.Β
βN-no, I canβt, pleaseβ¦ Donβt make me wait, please, please, please, cβmon,β he babbles, still not slowing down, not stopping. His eyes are half-closed and they show concern, but theyβre also dark and foggy when he lifts his head just enough to look at you. βJust a lilβ more, yeahβ¦? Yeah? Just a lilβ... Ugh, keep still just a bit longer- Iβm almost there. Soβ¦ mmhβ¦ close.β
You try to fight against him, tugging on his hair and sinking your nails into his back, but all he does is endure it, not really caring much about your thrashing and turning. Heβs got you caged underneath him, crying out his name, clawing raw red lines into his broad back. Itβs all drunken breeding instinct and no brain as he uses your body like a toy, and the realization that you can do nothing but take it is terrifying as much as it is thrilling.
His pounding has turned borderline ruthless by now and in his urgency to cum, heβs pushed himself so deep inside you that youβre pretty sure heβs fucked his way straight into your goddamn womb. In his weak attempt to make you last until the end, heβs even started to messily rub irregular circles into your clit.
It makes a thin line of drool dribble down the corner of your mouth from how fucked out youβve become in a mere fifteen minutes. The overstimulation is probably completely accidental, but it achieves the same result just the same. He outright forces the climax out of your body, and the second he feels you squeeze around him, abused pussy trying to milk him dry, heβs giving in, not resisting anymore, shooting his load inside you in an instant.
The groan he lets out is almost like a growl. He arches his back again, balls tightening, grip almost turning iron-like. You can feel the warmth of his cum as it fills you in steady waves of pleasure.Β
You both stay still for a long while after that, trying to gather your senses, attempting to calm down your trembling. His cum is warm and sticky; tacky between your thighs. It starts to drip out of your hole by the time his cock softens enough to create more space.Β
Thereβs just so much of it. A fuckload.
And heβs still breathing so hard. You both are.
βIβm so sorryβ¦ Fuck, I-β he rasps out. His mouth is so dry that he feels like he could chug an entire jug of water, but he pushes that need away for now in order to get a good look at you instead. βI just- I-β
Yuuji stops mid-sentence when he sees you push two of your fingers between your legs before bringing them up in front of your face again. He watches, eyelids heavy, as you spread them then, toying with the glimmery, cloudy white substance thatβs gathered there until you gently push them inside your mouth, licking his release right off of your fingertips.
His jaw almost hits the floor. Heβs so baffled by what heβs just seen that he barely registers the fact that his cock is trying to get hard again, throbbing against his thigh.
βWhat?β is all you say in response to the incredulous look that sits on his face now. Your voice is muffled from the way you keep your mouth stuffed full.
βI licked it so itβs mine.β
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Don't Be Mad At Me
Smau: in which you're hoping the jjk men are forgiving :) warning: sexual innuendo (nothing serious), cursing, crack, fluff Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, Nanami, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki
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puppyboy yuji thoughts because im unwell
would love to just . sniff your cunt omg. like pressing his whole face between your legs because you smell so good. licks and laps at your crotch and whines when you pull him away
he is soo animated all the time, never able to hide his emotions.
hes a fairly young pup so he might be a little too excited when you give him attention, even if its just normal. like constantly jumping on you (he doesnt know his own strength) and kissing and licking you
when he gets in his rut .... omg its so bad. neediness cranked up 1000%. steals anything that smells like you and puts it in his mouth or around his cock. doesn't even know why, he can't comprehend its because he wants to stuff you full, just knows that you smell good
presses you into the bed or couch or whatever. he needs to be on top of you and humping his leaky cock against your body. nuzzles at your neck and whines and cries because he doesn't know why his cock won't stop aching
#going through my drafts and idk if i'll finish the fic anytime soon LOL so heres this :3#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yuji itadori#yuji itadori x you#yuji itadori x reader#hybrid smut#puppyboy yuji#perce.doc#.jjkai
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Overall Content Advisory: Fem Reader, Eventual Smut, Eventual Dark Content, Sukuna/Yuji Hybrid, Exterminator Sukuna (by day)/Rocker Ryo (by night), Reader Has Trauma, Mentions Of Being Abused (Reader), Graphic Everything (If you can't stomach content covering abuse, stalking and sexual assault this isn't a fic you want to read. I'm going all in), Bartender Reader, Reader has a kitty and a cat (lol). ~ I might have missed something but I'm sure I covered the triggering stuff. ~ WC: 4.1k words. Chapter Specific Content Advisory: Limerence, Male Masturbation, First person perspective. ~ A/N: The chapter titles sometimes have links to songs of the same name. If you want to listen while you read, it's an option. This one has two songs that both fit the vibe in different ways. ~ Minors do not interact with my works. Ageless blogs and underaged blogs will be blocked.
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α΄α΄ΚΙͺα΄Κ α΄Κα΄ΚΚΙͺκ±α΄
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ππππ πΈ πππππ πππ π’πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ ππππππ, ππ π ππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ ππ πππππππ. πΆππ ππ, ππππππ, ππ‘πππππππππ, ππππ πππ πππ ππππ πππππ πππππ. ππππ ππππππ. ππππ ππππ πππππ πππ πππ πππ πππππ ππβπ πππππππ’ πππ π πππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ πππ ππ πππ π ππππππ πππ ππ ππ ππππ. πΈπ π ππ π ππππππππ ππ ππππππππ πππ ππππ ππ π ππππππππππ ππ π πππ ππππ. πΆπππππππ. πππππ, ππππ πππ’ππππ’ ππππ, πΈ ππππππβπ π πππ ππ πππππ πππ.
πππ πππππππππ πππππππ‘ π ππ π πππ£π ππ πππππ πππ πππ πππππ π πππ, πππππππππ πππππππππ ππππ πππ πππππ π πππ-πππ πππ πππππππ πππππππππππππ ππππ ππ’ππππ. πππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ πππππ πππππππππ ππππ. πΎππ, π’ππππ, ππππ, ππππ. πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ π ππ πππππ. π°ππ πππππ πππ ππ πππππππ ππ π πππππππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππππππππ. πΏππππππ ππ πππππππ π πππβπ πππ’ ππππππ πππ ππ πππππ π’ππ πππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ’π ππ πππ πππππ ππππ ππππππ π’πππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ πππ ππππππ. πΈπ π ππππππππ ππππ ππππ, π’ππβπ πππππ πππ ππ πππ π ππππ πππππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππ. π°π πππ ππ πΈ π ππ πππππππππ, ππππ ππ πππ.
πΌπ’ πππππππππ πππ πππππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππππ ππ πΈ πππππππ πππππππ πππ πππππ’ πππ πππππ πππππππ’ πππππππ ππ ππππ ππππππππππ ππππ’ ππππ ππππππ’ πππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ ππ’ ππππ. πππ πππππππ ππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππππ π πππ π πππππ’ πππ ππππ’ ππππ ππππ ππππβπ πππππ πππ’πππππ. πΈ π πππππππ π πππ πππππππ πππππβπ ππππ ππππ π ππ. πΈπ π ππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ π πππππ πππ’πππ ππ πππππ. π° ππππ ππππ πππ ππ πππ’πππ ππππ π ππππ πππππ ππ’ πππππππ. π±ππ πΈ π ππ ππππ πππ ππππππβ ππ‘ππππππππππ, πππππ πππ π πππ-ππ-ππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππππ’ πππ π ππππ πππ.
π½ππ‘π ππ πππ ππππ: π ππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ πππππππ. πππ ππππππ π ππ π πππππ’ ππππππππππππ. πΏππ£π£π πππ‘ππ πππ πππ ππππ ππππππ πππππππ πππππ’ πππππππ, πππππππ πππ ππππππ. πππππ π ππ ππ πππππ πΈβπ ππππ πππππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ ππ ππππ πππππππ. π³πππβπ ππππ ππ π πππ πππππ π ππππ π ππ πππ ππ πππ ππ, ππππππ. π»πππ ππππππ πππ, πππππππππ πππππππππ ππ ππ’ ππππππππππ ππππππ πππππ ππ πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππππππππππ. βπ»ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππ ππππ.β
βππππ? ππππ ππ π’ππ ππππ? ππππββ
βππππ, ππππ πΈ ππππ. π»πππππ πππ£π£π’ ππππππππβ πππππππ. ππππ’ ππππ πππππ ππππ πππ,β πΈ ππππππππππππ πππ ππππππ πππ£π π πππ ππ’ πππππ‘ πππ πππππ ππππππ’ ππππππππ ππ ππππππππ£π πππ πππππππ. βπππππβπ π πππππππ πππππ ππ ππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππ π.π. ππ π°. πππ πππππ?β
π΅πππππβ πππππ. πΈ πππ ππ’π πππππ π πππ ππππ’ πππ ππππ ππππ. πΏπππππππππ ππππ πΈ ππππππβπ πππ πππ ππππππβ ππππππππππβ¦.
π°π πΈ ππππππππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ πππ ππ πππ πππ, π’πππ ππππ πππππ ππππ ππ’ ππππ ππππ π π ππππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ, π ππ πππ ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ’ πππ πππ ππππππ. πΈπ ππππ’ππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππ πππ, ππππππππ ππ’ ππππππππππ ππ ππ ππππππππ ππ, ππ‘ππππππ πππππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ π ππππππ.
π±ππ π’πππ ππππ, π»/π, π/π, πππππ π πππ ππ. ππ πππ, ππππππ, πππ πππππππ’ ππππππππππβ. πΈ πππππ ππ’ππππ ππππππππβ ππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ’ππππ, ππππ πππππ ππππ, ππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππ πππππππ.
πΈπ π πππ'π πππππππ πππ ππ ππ πππ ππ’πππ πππ‘ππππ ππ ππππππ, πππ πππππ ππππππ. πΏπππππ π πππ πππππ’ πππ πππππππππππ. πππππππππππππ. ππππ’ π πππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ’ π πππ π ππππ. πΈ πππππ πππ π πππππππ ππππππβ ππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππππππ’. π° ππ πππ πππππ ππ πππππππππ ππππ πππππ πππ πππ πππππ. π½π πππππππ ππππππππ.
ππ π ππ’ πππ ππππ π ππ πΈ ππππππππ πππππ π’ππ? πΈππππππππ π πππ π’ππβπ ππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππππ πππππ? πΏππππππππ π πππ ππ π ππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππ π’πππ πππππ, ππππ πππ πππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ ππ ππππ. π½π ππππ πππππ. πΈ π ππ πππππβ ππ’ ππππ. πΈ πππππ πππ ππ’ ππ π ππππ ππ ππππ π πππ, πππππ πππ, ππ’ ππ π ππππππππ ππ ππππππ ππ π πππ πππ π ππππππ’ πππππ.
πΈ πππππ πππ π πππππππ πππππ, ππππππ ππ π’ππ, πππ ππππππ'π ππππ πππ π πππππ πππππ π’πππ πππππ’. π΅ππππππππ? ππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππ, πππ’ππ π’πππ πππππ ππππ π πππππ ππ πππππ πππ. ππππππππ ππ π ππ, π’ππ πππππ πππ ππ ππ. πΌππ’ππ ππ π ππ πππππππ’βππππππ πΈ ππππ'π πππ’ ππππ ππππ ππππ. π±ππ πΈβπ ππππ πππ πππππππππππ.
ππ ππππ’-πππ ππππππ πππ π, π’ππππ π ππ πππππππ ππ πππ π·πΏππ. ππ π πππππ πππ π ππ’ πππ π, πππ ππ ππππππ. πππ ππππ π ππ ππππππππππ πππππ πππ ποΏ½οΏ½ππππ, ππππππ πΈ πππππ ππππππππππ π ππ’. πΈπ π ππ πππ ππππ ππππππ ππ π πππ ππππππ π ππ’. π±ππ πΈ πππ ππ πππ π ππ’ πππππππ ππππ'π π πππ π’ππ ππ π πππ π’ππ π πππ ππ πππ ππππ. πΎππ ππππππ πππ πππππ ππ πππππ π ππ’π, πΈ πππππππ. π°π ππππ ππ πππ πππ’πππππ πππππππ, πΈ ππππ'π ππππ π ππππ. πΈ ποΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½πππ πππ πππ’ ππππ π πππππππ, πππ π πππ π ππ π πππ.
π±π’ πππ ππππ πΈ ππππππππ ππ ππ πππππ πΈπΆ, ππ’ ππππ π πππππππ. πΈ π πππππππ π πππ ππππ ππ ππππππ π’ππ π πππ, ππππππ πππππ πππππ πππππ-ππ ππππππππ. π·ππππππππ’, π’ππ π ππππβπ ππππ ππππ. ππππ’ πππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ'π πππππ, ππππππ ππππ πππππππ. πΌππ’ππ π’ππ ππππ πππππ πππ ππππ .
πΈβππ ππππ ππππβ ππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ π’ππ ππ ππ ππ πππππ ππππ πππππ, πππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππππ πππππ ππ. π°ππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ π’ππ ππππππππ’ πππ. πΈ πππππ π’ππ π ππππ'π ππππ ππππππ ππππππππππππ π ππ'π ππππ ππ’ πππ’ ππππππ ππππ ππ ππππππ ππ ππ. πΈ πππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππ ππ ππ πππ ππ πππ ππππππππ πππππ πππ ππ ππππ ππππ. πΈ πππππ ππ’ ππππ ππ πππ ππ’ππππ ππ πππ ππ’πππππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ πππ π.
ππππ πΈ πππππππ π’πππ πππππ, ππππ ππππππ ππ ππππ πππ π. πΈ ππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ π πππ ππππππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ ππππ, πππππππ π ππππ ππ ππππππππππππ. πππππππππ ππ ππ’ πππππ πππππππππ, πππ ππ’ ππππππ πππππππ. π΄π‘ππππππππ? πΎπππ πππππππππ ππππ ππππ? πΈπ π ππ π πππππ.
πΈπ ππππ π’ππ π ππππππ π ππππ ππ πππ ππ πππ ππππ πππππ πΈ πππππππ, πππ πΈ πππ π ππππππ ππππ πππ’ππ π’ππ π ππππβπ ππππ ππππ. πππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ πππ πππππ πΈ πππ ππ π’ππ ππ ππ’ ππππ πππ ππ ππππππππ ππ’ πππππππππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ ππ’ πππππππππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππ πππππππππ’. πΌπ’ πππππππ π πππ πππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πΈ πππππππ πππ π’ππ ππ ππππππ ππ ππππ π πππ πΈ ππππππ. πΈ π ππ π πππππππ πππ’ π πππ πΈ π πππππ ππ ππ. π°πππππππ, π πππ πππ ππ‘ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ π ππππππ ππ ππ πΈ π πππβπ ππππππππ’ ππππ ππ ππππ π ππ πππ ππ πππππ πππππππ.
πΈπ πΈ'π ππππ π π πππ ππππ πππ ππ πππππ, πΈ π ππππ'ππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ. πΈ πππππ πππππ, ππππππππ‘ππ, π ππππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ π ππππ πππππ πππ ππ’ππππππ’ ππππ π ππ π’πππ ππππ - π/π. πΈπ π ππ π πππππππ πππππππ, πππππ ππππππππ’ ππππππππ π ππππππ ππππ πππ π ππ’.
πππππππππ π πππππ ππ ππ πππππππ, πππππππ ππ ππ ππππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ π πππ π ππππππ πππππππππππ. πΈ ππππβπ π πππ ππ ππ ππππππ π πππππππ - ππ. πΈ πππ ππ πππ ππππππ. πΉπππ π ππππππππππππ πππππ πππ πππ. ππππβπ π πππ πΈ π ππ ππππ πππ, πππππ? ππππβπ π πππ πΈ π ππ ππππππππ ππ ππ. ππππ πΈ ππππππ ππ ππ π ππ πππππππ.
βπΆπππ ππ π ππππππ,β π’πππ πππππ ππππππ πππ, πππ πππππ’πππππ ππππππ ππ ππππ£π π πππ π’πππ πππππππππ πππππππ’ πππππππππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππ ππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ ππ’ πππππ πππ ππππππ πππππ, πππππππ ππ πππππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ πππππππ. ππππ πππππ, πππ πππ ππππππ’, π ππ ππππ π πππππππππ πππππππ, πππππππ ππ πππππ. πΈ ππππ ππππ π ππππ πππ πππ πππππ, ππππππππππ ππ ππππ ππ’ πππππππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ’ ππππππ’ππ ππ, ππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ π πππ π ππππ πΈ ππππππβπ πππππππ. π°ππππππππ ππ’ππππ, πΈ πππππππ πππππππππππππ’, πππ’πππ ππ ππππππππ ππ’ πππππππ ππππ πππ ππ’ πππππ πππ πππ πππππ ππππππ ππ ππ’ πππππππ. πΆππππ ππππππππ πππππ’? π±ππ πππππππ πππππππ.
πΈπ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππ π ππππ πππππ. ππππ πππ πΈ πππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππππ? ππππ πππ πΈ ππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ’ π ππ ππππππ πππ πππππππ ππππ π πππππππ’ πππππππ? π½π, ππππ π πππβπ ππ. πΈ ππππβπ ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ. πΈ ππππππβπ. π±ππ πππ πππππππ’ ππ ππ ππππ ππππππππ, πππππππ ππ ππ πππππ πππππ, πππππππππ πππ π’ππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ, πππ ππ ππ ππππππ.
πππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππππ, πππ πΈ π πππππππ ππ πππ’πππ πππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ? πΈπ ππππ’ πππ, ππππ π ππ? π΅ππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ π πππππππ, πππβπ ππππ πππ’ ππππ πππ’ππ πΈ ππππ π πππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππ. πΉπππ π ππππππβ¦ ππππ.
πΈ π πππππ ππ ππππ π’πππ πππππ πππ ππππ ππππ. πΉπππ πππππππ πππππ ππππππβ¦
πππ ππππ πππππππ, πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ, πππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππππ πππππ ππ πππ π’πππ πππππ’. πππ ππππππ ππππππ, ππππ π ππππππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππ, ππ πππππ πππππππ’βππ πππ’ππ ππ π ππ ππππ ππ’ ππππ, ππ πππππ πππππππ’. ππππππππ ππ π ππ, π’ππ π πππ ππππ π ππππππβ πππππ πππ π ππππππβ πππππππππ ππππππ ππππ πππ. πΈ π ππ ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πππ ππππππ, πππππ ππππππ ππ’ πππ πππππ’ πΈ π πππππ π’ππ. πΈπ π ππ ππ ππππππππππ ππππππ, ππ πππ-πππππππππ ππππ. ππππ. ππππ. ππππ.
π°π ππ’ ππ’ππ ππ πππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππππ, ππππππππ ππ πππππ’ ππππππ, π’ππ πππππ πππππ ππ π πππ’ πππππππ, πππ£πππ ππ ππ. πΈ ππππ'π πππππ π’ππ. πΈ ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ’ π’πππ πππ π ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππ ππ πππππ ππππ. π±ππ πππππ π πππ, ππππππππππππ ππ’ππ ππ π’ππππ π πππ πππππππ ππππ ππ ππππ, πππππ’πππ ππππ ππ πΈ πππππππ π’ππ. πππ π πππ ππππππππππ πππππππππππ, ππππ π’πππ πππππππβπ ππππ ππππππππ’ ππ πππ‘πππππ ππππ πΈ ππππ ππππππππππ’, ππππ ππ ππππ’ πππππππ πππππππππππ. πππ ππππ ππππ ππππππππππ π ππππ π’πππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ£π πππππ’ πππ‘ππππ π’πππ ππππππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππππ? ππππ, ππππ.
π±ππ πππππππππ ππ π πππβπ ππππππ' ππππππ. πΈ ππππππ πππ ππππ πππππ. πΈ π πππππ ππ πππππ π’ππ, ππ πππππ π’ππ, ππ ππππ π’ππ. πππ πππ ππ π’πππ πππππ πππππππ ππ’ πππππ ππ πΈ ππποΏ½οΏ½πππ ππ ππ π’πππ πππππππππ ππππππ, ππ’ ππππ ππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ, ππππππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ π’ππππ. πππππ π’ππ ππππ πππ ππ? πππππ πΈ ππππ ππππππ πππ πππππππππ? π΅πππβπ πππ π ππ ππππ? ππππ π ππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ πππ ππ ππππππ ππ’ ππππ? πππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππππ π πππ ππ ππππ π πππ, πππ πΈβπ ππ πππ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππππ.
πΈ ππ πππππ ππ ππππ, πππ’πππ ππ ππππ ππ’ ππππ, ππ ππππ ππ’ ππ’ππ ππππ π ππππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππππππ πππ. ππππ π ππ πππ ππππ. πππ ππππ ππ’ πππππ π ππππ, πππ ππ’ ππππ’ πππππ ππππ ππ’ ππππππππ πππππ, ππππ ππ’ ππ‘ππππππ. πΈ πππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ, ππππ ππ’ ππππ πππππ ππ ππ πππππ. π±πππππππ. ππππ π ππ π ππππππππ πππππ, πππ πππ πππ πππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππ π ππππππππππππ.
πΈπ π πππβπ ππππππ, ππππ ππ ππ. π½π πππ ππππ πππππ ππ πππ ππ ππ’ ππππ ππππ ππππ. π·ππ π ππ πΈ πππππππ’ ππππππππ£πππ πππππ π’ππ ππππππ π π ππππ πππ, ππππππ πΈ ππππ πππππππ π’ππ? πππ πππ ππππ π πππ π’ππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππ π ππ’? πΈ π ππ ππππ ππππ ππ π πππ, π/π. πππ π ππππβπ ππππππππ ππ ππ ππππ ππππ. πππ π ππππβπ ππππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ. π°ππβ¦ πππ π πππ π ππ πΈ? πΏπππππ πππ ? πΉππππ ππππππββ
πΈ ππππππβπ ππππ’ πππ. π½ππ π πππ π’ππ ππππππππ πππππ, ππππ π ππππππ πππππ ππππππππ ππ ππ. πππ ππππππ π πππ πππππππππ ππ’ ππ’ ππππππ, πππ πΈ πππππππ πΈβπ ππ ππππ ππ‘ππππππππ ππ πππ π’ππ οΏ½οΏ½π ππππ, ππ π’ππ ππππ'π πππ ππ ππ πππππππππππ ππ ππππππ πππππ ππ, π’ππβ¦
πππ πππππππππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ’ πππππππ ππ ππ ππ π πππ πππππ ππππππβ πππ ππ’ππ ππ π’ππππ ππππ π’ππ π πππππ ππ ππ ππππππ ππππππ πππ π’ππ. π»πππ π’ππ'π ππππππ ππππππ πππ ππ πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππππ ππππππππππ, π/π, πππππ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ π’ππ, π ππππππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ. π°πππππ.
ππππ ππ’ππ, πππππ π πππ πππππ πππ ππππππ π πππ πππππ πππππ, ππππππππππ ππ. πππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππ, ππ ππ πππππππ ππππ ππ’. πΈπ π ππ ππππππ, ππππππππππ’ π πππ π’ππ π πππ πππππππ’ πππππππ. πππ π ππ’ π’ππ πππππππππ πππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππππ ππ πππ ππ ππ π ππ ππππ. π·ππ π’ππ ππππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππππ π’πππ πππππ, π’πππ π΄πππ, ππππ πΈ π ππ ππππππ. πππ πππππ ππππππ’ ππππππππ π πππ π’ππ ππππππ ππ ππ. πππππ ππ, πΈ πππππππ. πΈπ π ππ πππ ππππππ πππππ, πππ πΈ ππππ π πππππ ππ ππππππ ππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππππ ππ πππ πππ.
πΈ π πππππππ ππ π’ππβπ π ππππππ ππ ππππ π’πππ πππ πππ ππππ π ππ’βπππππππ πππ πππππ πππ ππππππππππππ’ ππ πππ. π»ππππππ ππ ππ π πππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππππ. πΈπππππ π’ππ.
πΈ πππππ ππ ππππ ππ’ ππ’ππ πππ π’ππ, πππ ππ π ππ ππππ πππ’πππ ππ ππππππ π πππππ ππππ πππ ππ πππ πππππ£ππ. π΄ππππ’ ππππππ, πΈ πππππ ππ’ππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ π’ππ, ππππππ ππππ πππ ππ’ π πππ πππ ππππππππππ. πΈ ππππππ ππππ ππ’ ππππ, πππππππ πππππππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ ππ’ ππππππππ.
π°ππ πΈ π πππππ π ππ ππ ππππππ' πππππ π’ππ, ππππ π’πππ πππππππ, πππ πππ π πππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ. πππ π πππ π ππ’πππππ’, π/π. πππ’ πππ πΈ π πππ ππ ππ πππ ππππ’ ππππππ ππππ ππππ πππ ππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ? πΈ π πππβπ πππ πππππππ ππππππππππππ ππ’ππ. π½ππππ ππππ ππππ. πΈ ππππβπ ππππ πππ ππππππ. πΈ ππππ πππ, πΈ ππππππ, πππ πΈ ππππ ππ’ ππ’π ππ πππ ππππ£π. π±ππ πππππππππ πππππ π’ππ ππ πππππ πππ πππππ πΈβπ πππ πππ ππ’ππππ.
πΎπππ ππππππ, πΈ ππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππ’π πππππππππ ππππππ πππ ππππππ πππ ππππ’ πππππ. ππππ πππ πππ’πππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ ππ ππ ππ π πππ π’ππ π πππ πππππππππ’ ππππ. πππππππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππππππππππ ππππππβπ ππππ ππ. π±ππππππ ππππππ πππ ππ‘ππππππ, ππ’ ππ’ππ π ππππ ππππ ππ π’ππ, πππππππππ π πππ πππ ππππ. πΈ π ππππ πππππ ππ’ππππ πππππππ ππππππ πππππππ’ ππππππππ ππ’ πππ£π, ππππ’ ππ ππππ ππ’ ππ’ππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ π’ππ πππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππ πππππππππππ πππππ. ππππππππππππππ, ππππ. π°ππ πππππ’ ππππ π’ππ ππππππ ππππ ππ ππ, πΈ ππππππ π πππππππ, ππππ ππ πππ ππππ’ π ππππππ.
ππππ π’ππ πππππππ’ πππππππππ π’ππ πππ π πππ, ππ’ ππππ πππππ-πππππππππ ππ πππ π ππ’ π’ππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππ π’πππ βπππππ’.β πππ ππππππ ππππ. πππ ππππ ππ‘πππππ’ π πππ π’ππ π πππ πππππ, ππππβπ π’ππ? πΏππππππππ ππ, πππππππππππ ππ, πππ πΈ π πππβπ πππππ ππ ππππ ππ π ππππππ ππππππππ. πΈ π πππβπ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ’ ππππππ ππ’ ππππππ πππππππ πππππ. πΈ π ππ π πππ πππ’ ππππ ππππππ πππ πππ πππππππ. π΅πππ ππ, πΈ π πππππ πππ ππππππ ππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππππβ.
πΈ ππππππππππ£ππ πππ πππππππππππ π’ππ ππππ ππ πππππ π’πππ πππ πππ πππππππ π πππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ, πππ πΈ ππππππβπ ππππ πππ π πππππ ππ π’ππ πππ πππ ππππ πππππππ. ππππ π’ππ πππππ ππ ππππ ππππ πππππππππ πππ ππ ππ’ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ? πΈπ ππππ π ππ πππ ππππ, ππππππππ π ππ π ππππ πΈ π ππ π ππππππ ππ ππππ’βπππ π’ππ.
πΈβπ πππ βππππππβ, ππππ’, πππ πΈ π πππππβπ ππ π ππππππππ πππ ππππ. π΄πππ ππ π’ππ π ππππβπ ππππ πππππ πππππ πππππππππππππ, π’ππ π πππ πππππ ππππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ. πΈβπ ππππ ππ ππ’ πππππππ ππ π ππ ππππ πππππππ πππ. πΈβπ ππ πππ ππππ ποΏ½οΏ½οΏ½πππ’ ππ πππ. π·πππ, πΈ πππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ’ πππ ππ π’ππβπ πππ ππ. πΈβπ ππ ππ πππ.
πππ πππππππ ππ π πππ π’πππ π ππππ, πππ πππππππππ π’ππβπ πππππ, πππ πππ ππππ πππ π’ππ πππ ππ ππππ. πΏππ’πππ ππ ππ’ ππππ πππππ, πππ ππππ πππ ππππ πππππ π ππ π πππππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππππ ππ πππππππ π’ππ. πΈ π ππ ππππππππ πππ π’ππ. πΈ πππππ ππππ ππ ππππ π πππ π’ππ, π’πππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππ ππ’ πππππ, πΈ π ππ π πππππππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ πππππ πππ πππππππ ππ πππ π πππ.
πΈ π ππππππ ππ πππ ππ π’ππβπ ππππ πππ π, πππ π’ππ ππππβπ. π½π, π’ππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ, πππππππ ππ πππππ ππ πππ ππ’π. πΈ πππππ πππ πππ π’πππ ππππππ πππππ π ππ πππππππ πππππππ π’πππ πππππ. πππ π πππ ππππ’πππ ππ πππππππ’, ππ πππ’ππ ππ π ππ ππππ πππππππππ’. πππ πππππa ππππ π ππππππ πππππππππ yourself, πππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππ πΈ π ππ πππ πππππππ’. π° πππππ πππππ ππππ π’ππ, πππππππ ππ πππ π ππππ ππππ? πΈ π ππ ππππππ. π±πππ’, ππππβπ π’ππ ππππ πππππ πππ ππ ππππ π πππππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππ’π? πΈ π ππ πππππ ππππ ππ πππππ π’ππ.
πΈ ππππππ ππππ, πππππππππ πππ πππππ πππππππ ππππ ππ ππππ π’ππ πππππππ ππππ π πππ πππ ππππ π’ππ ππ‘πππππ’ π πππ πΈ π ππ ππππ ππ. ππ ππππ ππππππ π ππππππ ππ πππππ πππ ππππππ. πΈ ππππ π’ππ πππ πππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππ π’πππ ππππππππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππππππ. πππ πππππ π ππ πππππππβπ πππππ ππππππ£π πππ π πππ ππ’ πππ£π, ππππππ ππ πππππππ’ ππ πππ ππ π’πππ ππππππππ ππππ πππππππ. ππππ πΈ π ππππππ ππ πππ πππ, πΈ ππππ πππ ππππ πππππππππ ππππ ππ π’ππ, πππππ’ ππππππ ππππππ ππππ ππ’ ππππππ’βπππ πππ , πππ πππππ, πππ πππ ππ’π.
πππ π πππ ππππππ π’πππ πππππππππ π ππ ππππ πππ ππππππ£πππ, ππππ ππππ π ππππππ πππππππ ππ’ ππ π ππππππ. π±ππ πΈ ππππ ππππ π πππβπ πππ πππ. πΈβπ ππ ππππππ π’ππ πππππ. ππππ ππ’ππ ππππ ππ ππ’ πππππ’πππππβπ ππ’ π πππππβπ πΈ ππππ ππππ? π°ππππ πππ πππππ. πΈ ππππ π πππππππ ππ ππ’ππππ ππ ππππ ππππππ.
π½ππ , πΈ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ, ππ’ ππππ πππππππ πππππππππππ’ πππππππ πππ ππππ ππππ πππππ. πΈ πππβπ ππππ ππ ππ πππ’ ππππππ. πππ ππππ πππ π πππππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ’, πππ πππππ, πππππ’ πππππ ππ ππππππππππ πππ πππ ππππ πππππππ ππ’ ππππππππ. πΈπβπ π π ππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ π’πππ πππππ‘πππππππ πππππβπππππ, πππππ, π πππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ ππ πππ πππ ππππππππ. ππππππππππ’ ππππ ππππ π ππππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ.
πππ ππππ πππππ, πππ ππππππππ πππππ πππππ ππππ π πππ π ππππππππ πππππππ, πππ πΈ ππππ ππ ππ’ πππ. πΈ ππππ ππ’ ππππ ππ πππ πππππππππ ππππ, ππππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππβπ ππππ. πππ ππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ ππππππππ πππππππ πππ ππππ πππππππ πππππ ππ πΈ ππππππ ππ πππ£ππ ππ’ ππππππππ. πΌπ’ πππππ ππππππ πππ ππ’ ππππππ πππππ ππ πππππππ , ππππππ ππππππ.
πΈ ππππ ππππ πππππππ πππ ππππ, π πππ ππππ π ππππππππ ππ’ ππππππ ππ πΈ π πππ ππ’ ππππ ππππππ ππ’ πππππ ππππππ. πππ ππππ πππππ πππππππ’ ππππππ π’ππ ππππ πππππ ππ’ πππππ. π° ππππ ππ ππππππ πππππ ππ πππ πππ, π πππ πππ ππππππ’ πππππππ πππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πππ πππ. πΈ ππππππ ππ πππππ ππ’ πππππ, πππ πππππππππ πππππππ π ππππππ ππ ππ’ πππππ. πππ πππππ πππππ ππ ππππ πππππππ πππππ ππππππ ππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππππππ π πππππ π. π΄ππππ’πππππ πππππππ πππππ, ππππππ ππ ππ’ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππππ’π πππππππ’ ππ ππ’ ππππ ππππ π πππππ πΈ πππβπ π πππ ππ πππ.
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meddle about, ryomen sukuna!
βiβll take you back to my house so we can meddle about!β
synopsis: you were his brothers teacher whom he always had eyes for, so what happens when he runs into you all alone at a bar?
warnings: sexual content (smut), mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, obsession, stalking (kinda?), sukuna being pussy whipped, slight breeding kink, possessiveness, baby trapping (?), and etc!
authors note: whew this is a lot.. if youβre uncomfy w any warnings pls leave now. yuji is a teeny tiny baby in this, around 3-5. other than thatttt enjoy! i might make this a series. not the best smut iβve ever written but ehhh itβs alright, pretty long btw! and if i made typos.. donβt be a bitch just ignore it lol.
βyuji you little shit!β sukuna tried to chase after the running child, but almost tripped in the process. βim gonna fuckinβ kill you.β he was lucky enough that no one was around to see, but that didnβt make him feel any better. this kid sure was going to be the death of him.
yujiβs laughter filled the air, along with small repetitive claps because he almost saw his big brother fall. under different circumstances maybe sukuna would be laughing along with him, but not now.
the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene in front of the boyβs schoolβ even though that was technically what was happening.
βfast as heck boiii!β the small child laughed, continuing to run around and twirl in circles. he never took anything seriously, part of the reason sukuna had such a hard time with him. but he was a child after all, so what can you expect?
it was hard for him to maintain his patience with the child.. but it wasnβt anything he hadnβt dealt with before.
βget over here now so i can tie your shoes, boy.β he added a light sternness to his voice, hoping that would be enough to get the kid to listen for once.
yuji stared back at him with a look of boredom, one that sukuna matched almost instantly. the boys were too stubborn for their own good.
βokay kuna!β at first sukuna thought he was trying to trick him but the kid actually complied.. looks like the stern voice worked after all.
sukuna finally felt comfortable with escorting the boy to class once his shoes were properly tied. he didnβt need that little brat tripping and falling on his ass. βyou got all your shit in that ugly backpack of yours right?β
βyup yup. wanna go to school now, wanna see ms. (l/n), and all my friends!β he cheeredβ a cheeky smile on his face like always. sukunaβs brows raised at that, ms. (l/n) huh? he was always curious as to who you were.
obviously you were a teacher of yujiβs. but with the way the kid always talked about you, he couldnβt help but wonder what you looked like. maybe today would finally be the day he got a glimpse of his competition?
according to yuji, you and sukuna were his favorite people in the whole wide world. not including his best friends megumi and nobara, that is!
sukuna always got jealous when the little brat talked about you. because every time he did, there was this unrecognizable glint in his eyes. one that he never gave sukuna or anyone else for that matter. who wouldnβt be jealous?
βalright kid, letβs get you to class.β sukuna gripped him by the back of his paw patrol hoodie, and dragged him along through the open gates. no wonder it wasnβt very crowded outside, school started thirty minutes ago.
he knew the class number by heart because of how much yuji brought it up at home, the kid really did love his school.
room 304. when they finally made it, yuji wasted no time busting in the classroom with that signature smile of his. every head turned in his direction and nearly every kid was up and greeting him. thatβs yuji alright, he always had a way of making everyone he met love him.
sukuna stood in the door frame with a blank stare on his face, eyes doting around the room for the teacher whoβs name was already embedded into his brain.
βaww yuji, glad to see you made it!β a light voice called out, causing sukunaβs head to snap in itβs direction. βi managed to save you your favorite doughnut before everyone snagged them all,β
almost in an instant, that familiar glint of happiness took over the boyβs vision. and before you knew it he was ditching his friends and running towards you.
βms. l/nnn, i missed you lots!β his perky voice dragged out, tiny arms wrapping around your knee because thatβs all he could reach.
when sukunaβs eyes met your soft ones, everything finally clicked. now he knew why the brat loved you so damn much. it took everything in him to not fall to his knees right then and there, you were ethereal.
one of the prettiest girls heβs ever seen in his lifetime, he felt like heβd been blessed to even be receiving a glance back from you. your bright smile, that contagious laugh, and that perfect pretty face. he couldnβt believe someone like you even existed.
you gave sukuna a small smile before picking up yuji, placing him on your hip. the kid was so busy munching on his donut he didnβt even notice he was off of the ground.
sukuna maintained his look of boredom, he couldnβt let himself be too affected by your beauty. he had more self-control than that. the clacking of heels snapped him out of his thoughts, where were you going? fuck were you heading over to him?
βfuck fuck fuck fuckβ his mind chanted the words like it was a mantra. he didnβt have much time to registerβ or prepare, before you were in his face with his brother accompanying you.
βhey, i donβt think weβve ever met!β your head tilted, taking in the appearance of the man before you. no doubt him and yuji were related, they looked almost exactly alike. βiβm ms. (l/n), yujiβs teacher for the year!β
he wanted to say he already knew your name, first and last from how much the little brat always talked about you, but he decided against it.
βnice to meet you, im sukuna. and that bratβs my little brother,β the older man pointed to the boy who was resting comfortably in her arms, still downing his doughnut.
βwell itβs nice to meet you too, sukuna.β you held a free hand out to greet him, and it took a while for him to process it all. you almost thought he was going to leave you hanging.. but he proved you wrong, putting his firm and tattooed hand in yours.
the touch of him lit something in you, what was this feeling? and when the hell did it get so hot all of a sudden??
βyouβve got a real great little brother here, heβs so well behaved!β you pinched the boyβs cheeks, enchanted by his cute smile. tch. like hell, if only you knew how much of a actor the kid was.
βyeah he can be pretty great.. sometimes,β just saying it felt foreign to him.. but he supposed it wasnβt too bad. he never gave yuji praise, so whatβs the harm in doing it just this once?
your beautiful smile was almost enough to have him return it, but he hated smiling. the only person whoβd ever made him smile was his little brother, a real demon in disguise.
βmy bad that heβs so late. do i need to sign him in?β sukuna questioned, knowing that schools usually had a sign in and sign out system.
you paused for a second, βno itβs fine, ill do it for you! i know youβre probably tired of being cramped up in here already.β
surprisingly he actually wasnβt. he enjoyed this little conversation the two of you had, even if it was short and just formalities. βthank you for that, i appreciate it.β his hand came up to his brotherβs hairβ giving it a small ruffle.
βill see you later, brat. make sure you behave yourself,β the stern voice came out again, but ever so slightly. yujiβs chubby cheeks scrunched up and he smiled the biggest smile of them all.
βyes kuna, ill be good! want some doughnut?β his small hands held a piece of his donut to his older brotherβs mouth, and sukuna opened his mouth slightly.
your heart warmed at their interaction, it was too cute. who knew yuji had an older brother? at first, you made the mistake of thinking sukuna was his dad.. but it actually made sense that he wasnβt. his demeanor gave off older brother much more than dad.
sukuna gave his brother one last goodbye before turning his attention back to you, his piercing gaze making you want to disappear.
it was silent for a while, neither of you knowing what to say to the other. it was you who finally broke the silence, something you were unmistakably good at.
βwell i guess this is goodbye, sukuna.. unless you want to stick around with me and these little ones?β you teased, your lips forming in a small smirk.
hanging around in a room filled with brats who are possibly even more annoying than yuji? no thank you.
βyeah im gonna pass..β he scratched the back of his head, causing a bubbly laugh to form in your throat. god your laugh was so cute. it was just as contagious as yujiβs, which is why he couldnβt stop himself from laughing along with you.
βthatβs fair! kids can really be a handful.β you smiled. there was something about this man.. something that made you want more. it was very unlike you, but you found yourself wanting to see him again.
and little did you know, he felt the exact same.
ever since that day he met you, he hasnβt been able to get you out of his head. that welcoming smile, your wonderful scent, those pretty eyes.. everything about you had him going insane.
he ran into you again a few times after that. sukuna usually dropped yuji off at the gate instead of walking him to class, now he walks him to class every day. all in hopes to see you again.
itβs been working for the most part.. but he needed more. just seeing you and talking to you were no longer enough, he was stuck.
sukuna had no idea on how to advance whatever this thing the two of you had was. he wasnβt delusional, you definitely felt the same as he did.. even if only a little bit.
his other brotherβ choso, noticed his frustrations and suggested they go out for once. thatβs how he ended up in this loud and crowded bar, drinking all of his problems away.
yuji was with his grandparents so he didnβt have to worry about that brat too much. the kid was in great hands for the night.
βso are you gonna tell me what has you so..β the black haired man paused for a moment, thinking of a right word for it. βdisoriented?β just the thought of it had sukuna sighing.
he took a snag of his drink, getting ready for a little βtherapy sessionβ. choso had always been the brother that likes to solve other peopleβs problems. he may have been younger but he was definitely more mature than sukuna.
βitβs yujiβs fuckinβ teacher, (y/n) (l/n).β he spat. βi canβt get her out of my damn head. the little minx,β now this.. was intriguing. choso couldnβt help the smile forming, or the low chuckle that followed after. βthe fucks so funny?β
βi just wouldnβt expect you to be this worked up over some girl, thatβs all.β choso waved his hands in defense, but he did have a point.
the infamous ryomen sukuna stressed over some elementary teacher he barely even knew? who wouldβve thoughtβ¦
βwell the sukuna i know wouldnβt just be sitting here, heβd do something about it.β choso shruggedβ hoping he actually talked some sense into his brother. it was hard to get through to sukuna because of how stubborn he was. he never liked to listen to anybody, or abide by any rules.
the more he thought about it the more he realized choso was right. heβs ryomen fucking sukuna, the man who always gets whatever he wants. and in this case, what he wanted was you.
choso downed the rest of his drink, while staring intently at his older brother. he knew sukuna more than almost anyone, choso was positive his brother would get what he wanted sooner or later.
βhow about you go get us some more drinks, im gonna need emβ if im to deal with your shit.β he slid the glass cup across the table which sukuna stopped with ease.
if it were anybody else talking to him like that, sukuna probably wouldβve killed them. but this was choso so he let it slide, βshut up, kid. iβll get your stupid fuckinβ drink.β
without waiting for a reply, he walked off. this bar was so humid, and there were people all over the place. playing pool, making out, passed out, you name it.
in times like these sukuna couldnβt help but think about you. what were you doing right now? were you thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you? all these questions he would probably never know the answer to, and it pissed him off.
βcan i get a light vodka, with a side of lime please!β an awfully familiar voice called out, making sukuna stop dead in his tracks. it took everything in him to not drop both glass cups onto the floor. heβd know that voice from anywhere, it was you. but what were you doing here?
you didnβt notice him yet which he was thankful for, he looked like a star struck little kid. but when he did finally get himself together, your name was the first thing to fall from his lips. β(y/n)?β
your head perked up at that, looking around until your eyes finally met his. no way.. why was he here?!
βsukuna! what are you doing here?!β you exclaimedβ that pretty smile taking its natural place on your face.
he eyed you dangerously, taking in every ounce of your appearance. you wore a skin tight dress that was a bit too short for his liking, and with the way you were sitting he almost had a full view of your ass cheek. the man didnβt know whether to be aroused, or pissed off.
βi came here with my brother to get out for a bit. what are you doing here?β that was the question he wanted answered. you were here alone, with a dress that barely passed as clothing at all. were you on some type of fuckinβ date or something?
before answering his question, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the seat that was closest to yours. you wouldnβt admit it but.. you only did it because you didnβt like that he was so far away.
his eyes lit up when your hand met his, he felt like he was going to die. sukuna couldnβt tell because of how good you were at playing it off, but you were eying his appearance as well.
he wore a fitted black shirt, with black jeans to match, and not to mention the silver chains around his neck to bring it all together. nearly every arm tattoo he had was on full display and it was doing something to you.
it took everything in you to not pounce on him right here, right now. and sukuna felt the exact same, watching your eyes take him in as he gave you a look of pure lust.
the sexual tension was so strong almost anyone could sense it, you knew for a fact what would happen if you guys kept this up. you needed to snap out of it, before you did the unthinkable.
βuhm so, you have other brothers?β you crossed your legs while rubbing the skin on your arm. you were starting to get chills from this man, what was he doing to you?
βthereβs yuji, then thereβs choso whoβs closer to my age.β he pointed to the table where his brother was glaring daggers into you both. his glare was almost as scary as sukunaβs, what the fuck was up with these two?
βdonβt mind him staring like that..β he mentally rolled his eyes, he shouldβve known. choso could be fairly nosey at times, sukuna figured he probably pieced it all together by now. βheβs just not a people person.β
you chuckled at the fact that he really wasnβt either, but sukuna didnβt laugh along with you this time. βyou still didnβt answer my question,β his head tilted to the side as his eyes worked their way down your whole body.
βwhyβre you here all by yourself?β you looked off to the side letting out a slight sigh. well you very well couldnβt tell him the truth. that you were on your way home but saw his car parked here, and decided to pay a visit. youβd look like a fucking psycho. βsame as you kind of. i just wanted to get out of the house.β
he gave a soft hum to that, nodding his head. for some reason he just didnβt believe you, and you could tell. a pretty thing like yourself coming to a bar like this all alone, just for the hell of it? no. you werenβt telling the truth. sukuna knew it, and so did youβ but neither of you were willing to speak up about it.
βiβve been thinking about you a lot since we met, yβknow?β his eyes never left your soft ones, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss all over your pretty little face. to sukuna, you were already his. he just needed you to finally accept it.
you felt your heart beating even faster than before, and now the chills werenβt just on your arms but your whole body. you need to pull it together. youβre finally getting the chance that youβve been longing for, and you werenβt letting it go to waste.
βive been thinking about you too, sukuna.. a lot more than i should be.β you tried to hide the small tremble in your voice, but he could see right through you. how cute of you to try and put on a brave voice for him though.
βyou wanna get out of here?β and there it was. the words youβve been dying to hear ever since he came up to you. your pussy throbbed just looking at himβ it always did. since the day you two first met and every time youβve seen him since then, she just gets wet.
at first you thought it was nothing. but the more you saw him, the more you talked to him, and the more you heard that enticing voice of his.. you knew. you wanted this man, no. you needed this man.
βyes please.β you whispered, and that was all the clarification he needed. he was right, you wanted him in the same ways he wanted you. a cheeky grin spread across his lips and within an instant he was grabbing your hand and pulling you from your seat.
as much as he wanted to hurry and get you to his place, he needed to borrow something from choso first. sukuna slid his arm across your waist on the walk back to his table, he needed all these bastards to know who you belonged to.
chosoβs lazy smile was the first thing he saw once he reached the table, but the smile dropped as soon as he saw there was no drink in his brothers hand. βhey where the hell is my drink?β
βgonna have to get it yourself,β sukuna shrugged before pulling down part of your dress that was rising in the back. βlet me borrow your jacket really quick.β he pointed to the coat that was hanging on an empty chair, and choso knew better than to question him.
without saying anything he handed the coat over, and took a glance at you. it was a cold stare, just like before when you were sitting at the bar. βhey, im choso. his little brother that heβs too rude to introduce.β
you smiled ever so slightly, giving him a small wave. βhi im (y/n)! nice to meet you.β that name was all he needed to hear for a small smile to reappear. he knew his brother could do it, he just needed a little push.
sukuna didnβt know how much longer he could wait, he needed to get out of here now, both of you did. he could tell you were getting antsy as well.
βwe donβt have time to stay around and chit chat.β sukuna sighed. he left some money on the table to pay for both him and his brothers expenses, and bided choso a small goodbye to which he returned.
on the way out he could feel the glances of old and drunk men staring you down in that tiny ass dress you had on. he hated it.
the pink haired man growled out a string of curse words before taking the jacket, and wrapping it around you. βkeep this on until we get to my place. i donβt want any of these fuckers looking at you, ever if i can help it.β
the tone of his voice and how protective he was over you had you even hornier than before. how was this even fucking possible? this man was driving you absolutely crazy. βsukuna please hurry, i need you.β you whined, and gripped onto his arm.
with the position you were in he could feel your tits right against chest, he almost wanted to say fuck it and bend you over right across the bar counter.
βfuck woman, gottaβ be patient for me okay? ill give you what you want soon enough.β
as soon as sukuna got the door open, your lips were on his almost immediately. the two of you were tripping over your own steps, but neither of you cared. the man picked you up with easeβ refusing to take his lips off of yours.
once he made it to his room he wasted no time tossing you onto his bed, and ripping off your dress in the process.
sukuna had no mercy when it came to ripping it. βhate this fuckinβ dress, got everybody staring at you and shit.β his anger only got worse once he remembered the looks of all the guys in the bar.
βmhmm want you sβbad,β you bit your lip while bringing a hand down to your panties, attempting to get some type of friction.. but sukuna wasnβt allowing it.
sukuna gently slapped your hand out of the way, βdonβt touch it, only me okay?β the whines of frustration you let out sent blood straight to his dick, and he knew he wouldnβt be able to hold back for much longer.
his hands gripped on the waistband of your panties and ripped them away with so much ease. why were you clothes so easy to rip? and more importantly, why did he keep ripping them?!
just the sight of your pussy alone couldβve had him cumming right on the spot. itβs even prettier than he imagined.
you found yourself getting shy from how intense he was staring, so you shut your legs. maybe he didnβt like it? was he rethinking his decision to bring you back to his home?
βtch. who told you to close them, you brat?β he spat. his hands shoved them back apart, making a gasp fall from your throat. he was so rough, and you loved every second of it.
he took a good look at your glistening foldsβ savoring every second of this moment. heβd waited long enough after all. without any warning his lips latched onto your thigh, gently kissing on the soft skin.
the biting didnβt come until after he remembered all those fuckers from the bar. he needed to mark you, stake his claim on you before anyone else got the chance.
βn..no more teasing sukuna! need you. right here,β your hand grazed over your pussy, gathering some of your wetness along the way. you stuck your hand in your mouth afterβ sucking on it slowly while staring straight in his eyes.
he grinned, amused by your little show. βnasty ass girl. call me ryomen,β your pussy clenched at the mention of his first name, that you never knew. βhm? she likes my name doesnβt she?β
you nodded hysterically, patiently waiting for the man in front of you to finally stop with all the teasing. youβve wanted this since the first day you met him.. now it was finally happening.
his warm breath hitched over your pussy as he placed small kisses over your clitβ the juices getting all over his lips. he spat a glob of spit onto your folds, watching it slowly fall down in fascination.
it wasnβt long before he went back to his attack on your pussy, pushing his tongue into your tight little hole causing you to squirm. your hand met the back of his head, pushing his mouth closer to your cuntβ if that was even possible.
βsuch a pretty ass pussy you got here, all fβme huh?β he used his hands to spread your lipsβ giving him more access to all your sweet spots. βyes ryo yes! mm, all for you!β
you were this fucked out already and he hadnβt even stuck his dick in you yet? he couldnβt help the chuckle falling from his lips, βthink itβs time i get serious,β
the man took his thumb and circled it around your clit, softly flicking it in the process. one look at you had his dick even harder. drool was dripping down your chin, and your bra was slightly ripped open from his previous assault on your dress. now he even had a clear view of those perfect tits of yours.
βwant you to play with your tits for me, princess.β he coated his finger in spit and pushed it inside of you, watching your face scrunch up. βdid yaβ hear me brat? can you do that fβme?β
when he added a second finger, you felt like you were already on cloud 9. and you didnβt even get a taste of his cock yet, you just knew you were in for it.
βf..fuck yes, i can do that. iβll do it for you!β your hands slid up your stomach, and up to your tits that were already so sensitive because of the cold. you squeezed them gently while locking eyes him, your juices dripping down his chin was enough to push you over the edge.
once you felt him curve his fingers, it was over. you couldnβt hold back the familiar pit in your stomach for any longer. your hips moved on their own, and right now they were grinding against his thick fingers, longing for more of that overwhelming pleasure. ββm gonna cum ryomen, ohh fuck!β
the way his name sounded falling off you lips had him going berserk. sukuna felt you getting tighter around his fingers, and just before he got the chance to pull them out.. you were already cumming, a silent scream to go along with it.
with a hiss, he took his fingers out of you as strands of cum dripped down his hand. βwho gave you permission to do that, you damned brat?β the man gave your pussy a light smack, causing your whole body to jerk.
βmm stop, βm sensitive now!β you tried to shut your legs, but he was quick to give your thigh a slap. βkeep this shit open (y/n).β
a small whimper fell from your lips as you followed his orders and kept your legs open to his liking. he brought his hand with your cum on it up to his mouth, and wasted no time licking it clean. βtastes so fuckinβ good, shittt.β
you tugged on his shirt, trying to get it off and getting frustrated when you couldnβt. βwanβ this off ryo, take it off.β he gave you a stare that you didnβt recognize and took his shirt off, revealing his chest to you.
he had tattoos in almost every corner of his body, and he was absolutely ripped. youβd be lying if you said your pussy wasnβt throbbing at the sight. βwanna touch βem mama? you can,β
you ran your hand across his chest slowly, feeling every ounce of muscle he had. from abs, to biceps, to v line.. it wasnβt long before you were tugging on his pants too, letting him know you wanted those off next. to which he chuckled, but still did as you said and slid them off.
now all he was left in was his boxers and that was next to go. this time you didnβt have to say anything, he already knew. his boxers were off in an instant, and next thing you knew he was hovering over you.
βyou sure you want this brat.. not gonna take it easy on you yβknow?β it was sweet, but you didnβt care about any of that. in this moment right now.. youβd let this man do whatever to you. ββs okay baby. i jusβ want you, need you to fill me up so bad.β
those words alone were enough for him. he gave you a cheeky smile and wrapped your thighs around him, slowly slapping his tip on your aching clit.
you looked so pretty like this. sprawled out on his bed, all eager and ready for him. if sukuna had it his way youβd be like this everyday. he was mesmerized by the way your pussy clenched at the smallest of things, βso fuckinβ perfect.β
your soft hands rested on your thighs as you held them apart in anticipation. his words only added onto your fire.. and you didnβt know how much longer you could take this.
when the man in front of you finally decided to make his first move, your eyes almost plunged out of your head. with a slow rock of his hips he was already sliding inside of you with ease, being careful not to overwhelm you.
once he was in, your gummy walls involuntarily clenched at the intrusion. it hurt. you nearly had the sensitivity of a virgin because of how long itβs been since you last had sexβ and the size of him wasnβt making things any better.
to sukuna, this was heaven. he had to stop himself from cumming right there on the spot. with the way your deprived little cunt clamped down on him every other second, he definitely wasnβt going to last.
βfuck girl,β he let out a tight lipped grunt while giving your thigh a small smack. βlemme in, gotta relax for me yeah?β it was true you did need to relax, your whole body was tense and shaking, and he hadnβt even moved yet.
ββm sorry.. canβt help it.β small whines left your mouth and you found yourself finally calming downβ body included. when you werenβt as stiff anymore, sukuna took that as his sign to move.
cold yet comforting hands rested on your stomach, playing with the tiny pudge. sukuna couldnβt stop his mind from wondering.. youβd look even prettier with your tummy all swollen.
the room was filled with the sounds of skin clapping, and you choking on your own spit. you were already going brain dead.. and sukuna wasnβt far behind. the divine man was already so caught up in his own little fantasy.
what if he didnβt pull out tonight.. what if he got you pregnant and glued to him for life? yeah, that sounded like a perfect idea. heβs always been a selfish man, and this situation was no different. how else would he make sure you never left him?
the pace of his strokes only got sloppier, rougher. before you knew it he had one of your legs over his shoulders, and he left a litter of kisses starting from your calves all the way down to your feet. every inch of this perfect body was his, and he wasnβt going to stop until you realized it too.
βthis..β he started off, bringing his hand down to massage your poor puffy clit. βand this..β now his hands were groping at your chest as he brought his lips toward your perfect tits. the realization that he barely payed them any attention had him quickly latching his mouth onto your nippleβ somewhat eager like a baby.
his mouth was tired and red from all the attacks on your body, but he didnβt care. all the pain was worth it if it meant bringing you pleasure.. thatβs how head over heels he was. he only pulled away after heβd given both of your nipples a soft bite, and his eyes never left yours.
ah, how could he forget? the most important part. βthis too,β he grinned, and within a split second both of his hands were on your stomachβ pressing down onto the lower area. βitβs all fuckinβ mine, you hear brat? nobody else gets this shit,β
your face twisted at the random feeling of pressure, it was too much. answering his question was the very last thing on your mind. right now all you could think about was getting this man out of you before you lost it. a mix of tears and drool dripped down your face, and onto your exposed body.
βoh s..shit ryo please! βs too much, canβt take it!β your shaking hands went to his stomach, eagerly trying to push him away. βmm βm gonna fuckinβ pee if you donβt quit it!β
he growled at your measly attempt at pushing him away, and wasted no time slapping your hands away. who the fuck did you think you were? trying to push him out of such a heavenly cunt like yours?
βdonβt do that again.β the tone of his voice made it clear that it was an order, and something that you should definitely follow, or else. βwhereβd my good girl go, hm?β he cooed, a small pout on his lips.
he brought his thumb to your clit and flicked it slowly, but not before wrapping his hand around your throat as a means to trap you. the tip of his dick hit against your cervix over, and over, and over againβ making your jaw drop in response. and the smirk forming on his lips couldnβt be any bigger.. he finally found it.
βthatβs your spot mama. feels good?β you mindlessly babbled through your spit as he wiped away the stream of tears on your pretty face. βyes y..yes yes right there, oh fuck!β your legs wrapped around him on their own, craving for the man in front of you to be even closer.
with the way your pussy was clamping down on him more aggressively than before, he could tell you were almost at your limit. perfect.
βgonna cum so deep in this tight lilβ pussy, fill you up tilβ youβre round nβ swollen with my babies.β you let out the lewdest whine at his words, feeling the pressure in your stomach suddenly snap. βyouβre so good with kids, so good with yuji. think itβs time you have some of your own, hm? gonna be the best mama ever,β the whole time he was fucking you, a hand always stayed glued to your stomach.
if it werenβt for your addicting cunt sucking him in, or that pretty little face of yours, your stomach would probably be his favorite thing about you. and thatβs only because of the fantasies he had, that heβd be fulfilling tonight.
βp..please ryo, wanna have all your babies- fuck βm gonna cum!β you let out heavy breaths as sukuna pressed down on your lower stomachβ again. your legs shook at the un-welcomed pressure, and before you knew it, you were squirting all over him. stomach, thighs, dick, you name it. every inch of his lower body was covered in your juices, and he couldnβt be happier.
call him crazy, but sukuna wished he could scoop up the liquid, and put it in a jar or something to preserve it. he wanted a memory of the very first time you squirted for him, even though it surely wouldnβt be the last.
βf..fuck woman. who knew my brotherβs teacher was such a slut,β his rough hand tightened around your neck as he felt himself twitching inside you. from the looks of it, he wasnβt too far behind.
your mouth was still wide and filled with spit, runny mascara dripping down your cheeks all the way to your neck. you looked an absolute mess, but in sukunaβs eyes.. you were the prettiest like this.
βf..fuck brat, you donβt know what you do to me.β when he got a look at your messy-fucked out face, he couldnβt stop the throaty groan from arising. without any warning he was releasing his load into you, finally filling your hole full of his cum. βlook at that shit,β
he looked down at his dickβ watching it disappear inside of you only to come out with a ring of cream coating it. βsheβs milkinβ me fuckinβ dry,β you mewled in response, taking both hands and placing them on his chest.
βno more okay? βm tired baby.. no more,β when he finally pulled out of you, a series of liquids leaked out and he was mesmerized. sukuna had you right where he wanted you, on his bed with his cum dripping down your sweet cunt. the man made a mental note to get a plug for next time.
before you were even able to get a break in, sukuna lowered his head right between your thighs. he just wanted to give her his thanks for taking him so well.
βjust wanna talk to her for a bit.. that alright with you mama?β your head titled in confusion, but nonetheless you let him do as he pleased before letting your eyes finally close.
small kisses being left on your pussy had you stirring in your somewhat βsleepβ. what the hell was he doing?
βmhmm you said talking not kissing ryo. you liar,β you used your foot to push him away and he couldnβt help but to laugh. you were never usually this whiney, but when it came to your sleep you didnβt care.
βsheβs just so tempting,β he left one more kiss to your clit before trailing his way up to your stomach until heβd finally had his fill. βcmon my brat, letβs go get you cleaned up.β
if you werenβt pregnant with his seed in the next two weeks, heβd just have to try again until it takes.
bonus.
βoh gosh, no way!β yuji exclaimed as soon as he walked in the door with sukuna trailing behind him. the small boy didnβt even bother to take his coat off because he saw youβ his teacher at his house and in the kitchen cooking dinner. the first thing he thought to do was run to you and hug you, so thatβs exactly what he did.
tiny hands made up motions at you, and you knew that meant he wanted to be picked up. βms. (l/n)!! whyβre you at my house, i missed you!β his hands were clapping and you cooed at his chubby cheeks and missing teeth.
βcall me (y/n) when weβre not at school yuji,β you pinched his cheeks. βme and sukuna are.. friends now, he invited me over.β
sukuna leaned over the counter, a scowl forming on his face. βtch, friends my ass.β he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. just hearing those words come from your mouth had him wanting to set the world ablaze.
yujiβs mouth dropped in an βOβ motion, and not long after he was wiggling his eyebrows with a small smirk on his face. βfriends.. like boyfriend and girlfriend?β your lips parted to correct him, but sukuna beat you to it.
βyeah you little shit, sheβs stayinβ with us forever and ever. guess i have two brats to deal with now,β and possibly another he wanted to add, but decided against it.
your heart warmed at his small speech, did he really mean all of that? a smile fell over your lips, and when your eyes met his you knew it was genuine. the glint in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
βyayyy, my two favorite people in the whole wide universe!! (y/n) and kuna!β
Β©rissouu 2024 (if you steal my shit i will get your ip and fuckin end you ^_^, this is a threat.)
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asking to put makeup on them !
incl. yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro, inumaki toge
guys i wanted to add nanami sooo bad but literally had a brainfart, i couldn't think of anything
#sage -> writes!#sage -> smaus!#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fluff#geto suguru#gojo satoru#nanami kento#sukuna ryomen#toji fushiguro#inumaki toge#yuji itadori#itadori yuuji#yuji x reader#jjk x reader#jjk angst#jjk smau#megumi fushiguro#megumi x reader#toji x reader#jjk blurb#jjk fic#jjk oneshot#jjk texts#shoko ieiri#shiu kong#ino takuma
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Crack JJK headcanons but itβs all early 2000s uncle Sukuna:
The spiritual successor to Crack JJK headcanons based on nothing but vibes. Send me your own silly headcanons I would absolutely love to read them!!
2003-2007
He desperately tried to make Yuujiβs first word be βfuck.β
He got so sick and tired of having to watch the same Barney VHS tape while babysitting that he ripped the film out and blamed it on toddler Yuuji.
Yuuji always begs him to draw his tattoos on him every time he babysits.
One time toddler Yuuji broke Sukunaβs flip phone in half. Sukuna was too impressed to be mad at him for it.
2008-2013
He brought five year old Yuuji to a Slipknot concert and had him up on his shoulders with big noise cancelling headphones onβ¦ and also βforgotβ to ask Jin permission to bring him beforehand.
He tried to do a trick on Yuujiβs razor scooter and accidentally broke it.
He took Yuuji with him to Warped Tour.
He got really embarrassed when Jin showed Yuuji his high school yearbook photos of him with a mohawk.
He has a leather jacket with pins and patches all over it and Yuuji LOVES wearing it when he comes over.
2014-2017
He cut Yuujiβs hair when he got into middle school and told Jin βIβll be damned if my nephew has a bowl cut.β
When Yuuji got into a fight at school he asked him βdid you win?β When Yuuji said yes he took him to get ice cream.
He had a white iPhone and dropped it, cracking the glass on the back; Yuuji colored in the cracks with neon pink sharpie.
The first time Yuuji snuck out Sukuna chewed him out when he got back home, telling him βI donβt care if you sneak off, but you fucking tell me next time.β
Whenever Yuuji gets in trouble at school, Sukuna is always the one to pick him up because the principal is afraid of him.
#I have so many fanart ideas and a potential fic idea with these headcanons#Iβll probably never write the fic cause Iβm not a good writer BUUUT maybe Iβll end up just going for it some day#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#ryomen sukuna#yuuji itadori#yuji itadori#jjk headcanons#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#unckuna#uncle!sukuna#unckuna au#samaras yapping#Sukuna#itadori#jin itadori#jjk spoilers#nav ryomen sukuna#nav yuuji itadori#my writing#headcanons β§βββ
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Tell your baby that I'm your baby
I BET ON LOSING DOGS
I KNOW THEY'RE LOSING AND I'LL PAY FOR MY PLACE BY THE RING
#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jujutsu kaisen art#jujutsu#jujutsu kaisen#choso kamo#choso x reader#jjk choso#choso#choso fanart#choso jjk#choso jujutsu kaisen#choso my beloved#choso x you#jujutsu choso#jujutsu kaisen choso#kamo choso#itadori x reader#jujutsu itadori#yuji itadori fluff#jjk yuji#yuji itadori#jjk fanfiction#jjk fanart#jjk edit#jjk anime#jjk fan art#jjk fic#jjk manga#jjk memes
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jealousy, jealousy
just you being a little jealous over girls fawning over your too good to be true boyfriend .α
includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge.
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lowkey got carried away making this lmaoo
#jjk x reader#jjk fic#jjk texts#jjk smau#jjk crack#gojo smau#gojo x reader#geto smau#geto x reader#nanami x reader#nanami smau#choso x reader#choso smau#toji x reader#toji smau#sukuna x reader#sukuna smau#yuji x reader#yuji smau#megumi x reader#megumi smau#yuta x reader#yuta smau#yuuji x reader#yuuji smau#yuuta x reader#yuuta smau#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen
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humble beginningsΒ
after months of prep, chapter 1 of Like the Moon Haunts the Sun,Β the jjk atla!au collab with sam @philosophiums is officially live!Β I know itβs been a long time coming but thank you so much for bearing with us! Please please please give sam and the fic some love, theyβve been working so hard and i couldnβt be more proud to call them my creative partner <3Β you can read chapter 1 here! there is also a dedicated lmhs blog @lmhsfic if youβre interested in fic production updates; in addition to posts weΒ each make on our respective blogs, everything we make for this project will also be archived there. and weβre happy to answer any questions or chat with you about the little sandbox world weβve been playing in :D
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk atla!au#atla!au: fic#lmhs#yuji itadori#nobara kugisaki#nanami kento#i had to Fight to save this drawing so much time had passed and i was so unsatisfied w it#i salvaged it as best as i could without redoing the whole thing ghjfdgkhj#honestly was tempted but alas! no time!#april art.....god where does the time go#it's not entirely up to standard but im so happy and proud tht this project is finally live tht idec#i won't yap too much idw take away from promoting the fic#pls from the bottom of my heart enjoy our passion project enjoy 6 months of blood sweat and tears
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