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tbtstd · 19 days ago

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you faint on a rollercoaster, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of what happens when the stray kids boys see you faint while on a rollercoaster!

contents — mentions of fainting and nausea.

bang ꣼ chan

the rollercoaster was at its peak, and bang chan’s laughter mixed with the rush of wind as the drop loomed ahead. beside him, you were gripping the bar tightly, excitement and fear flashing in your eyes. but as the ride plunged, your head suddenly lulled to the side, your body going limp.

chan immediately noticed. his sharp instincts kicked in, and his smile dropped. “hey, hey!” he called, his voice steady despite the panic rising inside him. he reached over, carefully cradling your head with one hand to stop it from jerking with the motion of the ride. his other hand stayed on his own restraint to ensure his balance.

“stay with me,” he murmured, leaning closer as the ride twisted and turned. his calm, steady demeanor didn’t falter, even as his heart raced. when the ride finally screeched to a halt, he quickly undid his harness and called for staff, his voice firm but controlled.

as you blinked awake, his worried face hovered over yours. “you scared me there,” he said, his voice soft but trembling slightly. “are you okay? does anything hurt?” when you nodded weakly, he exhaled in relief, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “let’s get you checked out, alright? no more rides today.”

felix ꣼

felix’s excitement was contagious, his deep laughter booming as the rollercoaster climbed higher. “this is going to be epic!” he shouted, glancing at you with a bright grin. but as the ride plunged, his laughter stopped abruptly when he noticed your head slump to the side.

“y/n?” he called, his voice rising in concern. without hesitation, he reached over, his hands trembling slightly as he supported your head to prevent it from snapping with the motion. his heart pounded in his chest, panic coursing through him.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. he fought the urge to yell for help, knowing it wouldn’t do much until the ride stopped. as the rollercoaster finally came to a halt, he quickly waved down a staff member, his deep voice shaking as he explained the situation.

when you opened your eyes, his face was pale with worry. “you fainted,” he said softly, his hand brushing hair out of your face. “are you feeling okay now? do you need water? food?” his voice was a flurry of concern. when you managed a small smile, he sighed in relief but kept his arm around you. “no more rollercoasters for us today. let’s stick to something calmer, yeah?”

lee ꣼ know

lee know’s laugh was louder than usual as the rollercoaster raced up the track. “this is going to be insane!” he exclaimed, glancing at you with his usual mischievous grin. but when the ride dropped, he noticed your head drooping and your body going slack.

his grin vanished in an instant. “y/n?” he called, his voice sharp with worry. without hesitation, he reached over to steady your head, his reflexes fast and precise. his grip was firm yet gentle, making sure you wouldn’t get hurt by the jerking motions of the ride.

the normally composed lee know felt his chest tighten as the ride continued. he kept glancing at your face, silently willing you to wake up. when the ride finally stopped, he was the first to call for help, his voice firm and commanding as he flagged down the staff.

as you slowly came to, his usual teasing demeanor was replaced by genuine concern. “what the hell happened?” he asked, his tone softer but still laced with worry. when you tried to brush it off, he frowned. “don’t downplay it. we’re getting you checked out, no arguments.” despite his words, his hand stayed protectively on your back, guiding you gently.

hyun ꣼ jin

hyunjin’s scream of excitement turned to one of surprise when the rollercoaster suddenly dropped. he glanced at you to share the thrill, but his expression changed instantly when he saw your body slump against the harness.

“y/n!” he shouted, his voice cracking with panic. he immediately reached over, his long fingers gently supporting your head. his movements were careful despite the adrenaline coursing through him. “it’s okay, i’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice shaky but soothing.

the ride felt like an eternity as his mind raced with worry. every twist and turn made him tighten his grip, his heart pounding louder than the screams around him. when the ride finally stopped, he was already undoing his harness, calling for help in a frantic tone.

as you stirred awake, hyunjin’s face was pale and etched with concern. “you fainted,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort. “do you feel dizzy? does anything hurt?” when you reassured him, he exhaled shakily but refused to let go of your hand. “we’re not doing anything else until you’re okay,” he said firmly, his voice trembling slightly. “you scared me so much.”

i.n ꣼

jeongin’s laughter filled the air as the rollercoaster climbed to its peak. “this is going to be insane!” he shouted, looking over at you with his signature bright grin. but his smile faltered when he noticed your body suddenly go limp, your head lolling to the side.

“y/n?” his voice trembled with worry as he reached over without hesitation. his hand carefully supported your head, his grip firm yet gentle, ensuring it didn’t jerk with the movement of the ride. his heart raced, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with a wave of panic.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you,” he whispered under his breath, trying to calm himself as much as you, even though you were unconscious. when the ride came to a screeching halt, jeongin quickly undid his harness, waving down a staff member with urgency.

when you finally stirred awake, jeongin’s wide eyes were filled with concern. “you fainted,” he said softly, his voice shaky but warm. “are you okay? does anything feel weird?” his hands hovered around you, unsure whether to touch or give you space. once you reassured him, he sighed in relief but still looked serious. “no more crazy rides for us, okay? let’s stick to something safe. you really scared me back there.”

han ꣼

han’s shrieks of excitement were a mix of genuine fun and his usual over-the-top reactions as the rollercoaster whipped around a corner. he turned to laugh with you, but his heart sank when he noticed your body go slack.

“y/n!” he called, panic instantly replacing his excitement. without thinking, he reached over to cradle your head with one hand, his movements quick but careful. “oh no, no, no,” he muttered, his usual playful tone now filled with anxiety. “you’re gonna be okay. just hold on.”

the twists and turns of the ride felt endless, but han didn’t let go. his free hand clutched the bar tightly, but his focus was solely on you. when the ride came to a stop, he was out of his harness in seconds, flagging down a staff member.

when you woke up, his face was pale, his usual bright energy dimmed by worry. “hey, you’re back,” he said with a shaky laugh, his hand brushing your cheek gently. “you fainted, and i was so scared. are you sure you’re okay?” his words came out in a rush, and when you nodded, his shoulders sagged in relief. “you owe me for scaring me like that,” he teased lightly, though his grip on your hand remained tight.

seung ꣼ min

seungmin chuckled softly as the rollercoaster climbed higher. “you’re not chickening out, are you?” he teased, glancing at you with his trademark deadpan humor. but when your head suddenly slumped forward, his smirk disappeared in an instant.

“y/n?” he called, his voice sharp and urgent. his hand shot out to gently support your head, his usual calm demeanor replaced by an undercurrent of panic. “hey, wake up,” he murmured, his tone low but laced with worry.

the ride’s twists and turns didn’t faze him as he focused solely on keeping you safe. his grip was steady, his mind racing through possibilities but outwardly composed. when the ride finally stopped, he quickly flagged down a staff member and undid your harness with care.

when your eyes fluttered open, seungmin let out a quiet sigh of relief. “you fainted,” he explained, his voice soft but firm. “how are you feeling now? dizzy? nauseous?” his questions were precise, his concern evident in his tone. when you reassured him, he nodded but didn’t let go of your hand. “no more rollercoasters,” he stated flatly, his usual sarcasm replaced by genuine protectiveness.

chang ꣼ bin

changbin’s loud cheers echoed over the roaring wind as the rollercoaster climbed to its peak. “this is awesome!” he exclaimed, his excitement infectious. but when he turned to you, his face fell as he saw your body slump in the seat.

“y/n!” he yelled, his voice breaking with worry. he immediately reached over, his strong hands steadying your head to prevent it from jerking with the ride’s sharp motions. “stay with me,” he pleaded softly, his heart pounding in his chest.

the ride’s adrenaline rush was completely lost on him as he focused solely on you. every twist and turn made his grip tighten protectively. when the ride finally stopped, changbin quickly undid his harness and waved for help, his voice firm but shaky.

when you slowly came to, his expression was a mix of relief and lingering fear. “you scared the life out of me,” he said, his tone a mixture of frustration and affection. “are you okay? do you feel sick?” when you nodded weakly, he exhaled deeply, his hand brushing over your hair. “that’s it, no more scary rides. i’m sticking to boring ones if it means you’re safe.” despite his words, his protective arm around you spoke louder than anything else.

notes: thank you, sweet 🎢 anon for requesting! hope this was a comfort read! enjoy!

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tbtstd · 19 days ago

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Sukuna but in a Christmas rom com

I know it's late... I didn't have as much freetime during the holidays as I thought

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tbtstd · 19 days ago

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Gojo would be the type of guy who's always complete and ready for his sleepover with his friends.

You packed him his sleeping bag, pillows and extras of everything--- including your jacket in case he misses you.

When you drop him off at Suguru's house, the raven-haired can't help but tease him--- only for Gojo to spat back--

"At least my wife loves me and wants me to be comfy."

He just loves his wife sm <3

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tbtstd · 19 days ago

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he is shy! my baby~

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tbtstd · 19 days ago

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gojo loves your thighs a little too much.

it gets to be a nuisance when you're so pent up and you just want him to fuck you, fill you out, but he's so preoccupied with sliding his thick cock between your thighs that he's sending himself mindless on top of you.

"satoru," you have to whine, "just fuck me."

"but your thighs feel so goooood, baby," he's a mess, squeezing your thighs together to almost emulate the feeling of being balls deep inside of your cunt. your skin is sticky with sweat and precum and your boyfriend is rutting against you like your insides aren't on offer. "please can i cum like this? i'll get hard again so quick and fuck you nice and deep, i promise."

and your dork of a boyfriend extends his pinky finger out to you in promise. you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you link your pinky with his and watch as he starts frantically fucking your thighs. the prettiest of moans rolling from his lips and into the sex-heavy air around you.

when he cums, it's loud and raw and with stuttering hips and you don't know how but you swear you feel a slight coil in your stomach too. his pleasure is your pleasure, you guess. he's releasing himself all over your thighs and immediately forcing them apart so he can clean you up himself with his tongue. sucking the fat of your thighs into his mouth, biting down and rolling his tongue over the indentations left behind by his teeth...

and then, a sweet kiss to your pussy. "you're next."

what a dork.

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tbtstd · 19 days ago

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a/n: nsfw, oral, coworker! nanami thoughts. 18+ mdni!

read more about coworker/work husband nanami here!

coworker! nanami who’s kind of known as a little bit of a loser around the office… he never goes on dates or even goes out, and he’s definitely not getting laid. other coworkers make this assumption because of how tightly wound and quiet he is, always a stickler for the rules all the while not having much conversation with anyone.

nanami just stays in his office all day, the door closed and blinds drawn for his privacy.

and yours.

what your coworkers don’t know—or notice—is the way you pull kento by his tie into his office after a particularly long meeting, immediately pushing the man to the floor upon entry. he pushes his glasses up and crawls after you while you walk over to his desk, settling yourself on the walnut desktop.

not even giving himself time to worry about locking the door, kento moves himself in between your legs, shivering inside as your fingers run through his undercut and pull him closer to your face. before you’ve even kissed him, nanami’s fingers slide under your almost-knee-length pencil skirt, hooking them around the waistband of your panties right as your lips touch—and he tugs the thin fabric allll the way down to your ankles.

honestly, he’s more eager than you are.

and it’s shown when you’re pushed down on your back and kento pulls you until you’re barely hanging off the edge of the desk, resting the back of your knees on his shoulders. nothing but a few inches of air and anticipation separate him from your cunt—but he takes a few tense moments to admire the view of everything.

he wishes he could explain to you just how insane you drive him, how he gets weak in the knees as soon as he sees you—and he would do anything to take you on a date and leave this stupid office with you.

but for now, kento will sit there and make out with your messy folds, he’ll take his time and disregard the amount of emails or texts he’s getting to come to some meeting. they don’t matter as long as you’re there with him.

coworker! nanami is definitely in love with you, but he won’t show it for now. he just prays you know he’s a man, only weakened by you.

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tbtstd · 19 days ago

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I’m going to [remembers I should stop saying ‘kill myself’] rewatch Supernatural

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tbtstd · 1 month ago

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Baby’s first christmas

Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, you two have a kid, tooth rotting fluff, JJK men being dads, tis the season, kind of suggestive on Satoru’s and Sukuna’s. Not proofread bc it’s christmas.

An: Happy holidays! No Choso because I never really include him in my JJK men as dads series. Sorry Choso enjoyers!! Also, the kids names have no affiliation with the names of anyone in JJK. They were names I thought up a while ago. This is a little short because I wrote it on Christmas Eve lol.

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna

SATORU

This would be Satoru’s first Christmas at home with a family. His clan didn’t celebrate Christmas, and even if they did, Satoru knew santa wasn’t real from a very young age.

He stared at you and your infant son as you rocked him back and forth. Satoru swore he could feel his heart swell three sizes larger. He knew that realistically his son, Aoi, wouldn’t remember this Christmas, but he wanted to create traditions.

He wanted to have something that he could look forward to every year.

“Where are you going?” You asked your husband with a warm laugh as he grabbed his keys and wallet. It was the night before Christmas. Everything would be closed by now, and they wouldn’t open until the day after Christmas.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweets. I’ll be home soon.” He assured you with his signature grin. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to both yours and Aoi’s head. His small baby stirred, making the cutest grunts and sleep noises. “Make sure to leave some cookies out for Santa. I think he should be stopping by soon.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at your husband’s antics. It was never a dull moment between you two.

“I think my sweet-toothed husband will eat them before Santa gets to them.” You remarked at Satoru headed towards the door. He flashed you a cheeky smile.

“No promises. It’s the thought that counts anyways.” He said before heading out into the snowy night. You shook your head at him, knowing he was likely up to no good.

You continued rocking Aoi in the rocking chair for a little while. Aoi could be a very fussy baby when mama or dada wasn’t holding him, so you weren’t taking any chances of putting him down just yet.

Instead, you carefully wrapped him up in a sling baby carrier, and you popped some cookies in the oven. Satoru helped you make the dough yesterday, and you two had already cut them out into various Christmas shapes.

Your mind was elsewhere as you cleaned up the kitchen and thought about what all needed to be done tomorrow. Satoru’s clan didn’t celebrate Christmas, but you had planned a surprise Christmas party and invited all of his friends to come celebrate with you three.

After a while, the oven beeped signaling that the cookies were at the perfect level of doneness. You put on your oven mitts on before carefully removing the pan. As you sat it down on the stove, the sound of tumbling down the chimney caught your attention.

Was there an animal trapped in your chimney? You grimaced at the thought of trying to save a rabid animal from the confines of your chimney.

You stepped over to the chimney to investigate from afar. With Aoi in your arms, you didn’t want to put your son in harm’s way.

Luckily for you, your goofy husband stared back up at you. His bright blue eyes were unmistakable, even while he had on a fake Santa costume with a fake beard. His face was smeared with black marks from the coal in your fireplace.

“Ho, ho, ho..” He laughed in a thick bellowing tone as he crawled out of the fireplace.

“Satoru, what are you doing? You’re going to scar Aoi.” You laughed as you walked over to your husband, wiping some smears off his cheek.

“I don’t know this Satoru you speak of. He must be on my naughty list. Ho, ho, ho.” Fake Santa continued, shooting you a small wink. He really wasn’t going to give up this act easily, was he?

He didn’t. Satoru played as Santa, placing a few gifts under the tree and munching on some homemade cookies and milk in the act. He had to perfect his Santa persona for when Aoi would be able to form memories.

Your real husband conveniently didn’t return until after “Santa” had left, and he even had the audacity to pout about not receiving any gifts from Santa. You had to politely inform him that he was on the naughty list this year, which promptly had Satoru smirking at you.

“Bummer. Santa even forgot to leave me a lump of coal. If only there was another way for me to be punished for being on the naughty list…”

SUGURU

You were dreading Christmas. A new mom with twin baby girls and several houses to go to just didn’t sound like any fun. Of course, your husband, Suguru, would offer to help in any way he could, but you both knew you were going to be exhausted and overstimulated by the end of the day.

“We don’t have to go see everyone.” Suguru murmured into your ear. It was the night before Christmas, and you had just been anxiously carrying on about how badly you didn’t want to get out tomorrow.

His large palm rubbed up and down your arm in a soothing manner as he cradled you in his strong arms. Your head was pressed against his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heart.

“That would be rude.” You murmured.

“As if I’ve ever cared about being rude.” Suguru retorted with a calm smile. He then reached over and flicked off the bedside lamp, cascading your bedroom in darkness.

You two snuggled in each other’s arms, sharing lazy kisses and sweet nothings. It felt like you only managed to blink your eyes before one of your girls were crying over the baby monitor.

Patting the bed next to you, you find nothing but slightly warmed sheets. Geto must’ve already gotten up with the girls. One look at the baby cam has your heart melting.

Your husband’s sleepy eyes are half closed as he has a baby in each arm. He was quietly trying to shush them, speaking softly, “Please, don’t wake up mama. Let her sleep in today, girls. She deserves to rest easy on Christmas.”

You pushed the covers up off of you, unable to resist seeing this moment for yourself. You lean against the nursery doorway as you watch him continue shushing and rocking the twins.

“Merry Christmas, Suguru.” You finally spoke, giving away your presence. Your husband subtly flinched before turning around to meet your gaze.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” He responded before walking over and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I have a surprise for you.” He murmured into your presence.

A crease formed between your eyebrows as you wondered just what he was up to. He carefully nodded towards the window, signaling for you to take a look outside.

The bright light reflecting off the white powdery substance had you shielding your eyes. It must’ve snowed at least 7 inches throughout the night.

“We’re snowed in.” Geto quietly chuckled, pleased with the turn of luck. You two didn’t have to haul the twins to several houses, and you two could just rest easy at home.

NANAMI

Your husband had always been an early riser. He was consistently up earlier than you, even on christmas morning. You were normally really into Christmas, but you never managed to wake up before him.

Even this morning, you drowsily rolled over in your shared bed, trying to find your husband’s presence, but he was no where to be found.

You slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes free from sleep. You were honest surprised that Hana didn’t wake you two up during the night and Yuji hadn’t woke you up either.

Getting out of bed, you see Nanami had already placed your robe and slippers next to the bed for your convenience. You smile before slipping those on and heading downstairs.

“Nanamin, does this bacon need to be flipped?” You hear Yuji’s voice ask. The soft sounds of Bluey playing on the living room TV also fill your ears, and Hana’s soft babbling can be heard as well.

“Yes, go ahead and flip it.” Your husband instructs Yuji. You two had adopted Yuji after the events at Jujutsu Tech. He needed a family, and you two had a loving home that was painfully empty. Now, it was never a dull moment between Yuji and his little sister, Hana.

You quietly creep into the kitchen, and you smile at the sight. Your husband was clad in a white apron that said, “Kiss the chef”. You had gotten it for him long ago, and he still wears it to this day. He was working making some pancakes while Yuji was tending to the bacon.

Hana was in her bouncer chair in the living room. Nanami rarely ever parked her in front of the TV, but walking around with her in a sling wasn’t an option this morning, not when Yuji was frying bacon and she could be popped with it.

“Merry Christmas, you two.” You said, finally announcing your presence. Yuji looked up at you before his lips turned into a pout, and Nanami let out a small chuckle.

“Good morning, darling. You couldn’t sleep for just a few more minutes? Yuji wanted to give you breakfast in bed as a christmas present.” Your husband walked over to you, and he pressed a kiss against your temple.

“Aw, sorry, Yuu. I was excited to see you and Hana open up gifts.” You said with an empathetic smile, and Yuji’s pout vanishes.

“That’s alright! I can give you breakfast on the couch. It’s almost as good as breakfast in bed.” His bright smile quickly returns to him.

“It’s perfect, Yuu.” You say before ruffling his soft pink hair. He was such a good kid. He deserved the world and more.

A little while later, your family was sat upon the couch. Nanami was passing out Christmas gifts. Hana was sat in your lap as you helped her unwrap her gifts. She, of course, wouldn’t remember this, but this would be your favorite memory of all time.

“Let’s give Hana and Yuji another little sibling next Christmas.” You mutter to Nanami as you two watch Yuji and Hana play together on the floor.

“Ew! I heard that!” Yuji pouted, causing for both you and Nanami to laugh.

TOJI

Sweet baby Megumi was just three days old on his first Christmas. You and Toji had been hoping that the doctors were going to finally discharge you and Megumi, so you two could go home on Christmas.

It’s not that you two had any plans. You both came from broken families, but even if you did have family, you two had agreed on no visitors for the first week. You didn’t want to risk Megumi or you getting sick, especially since all the nasty sickness goes around during December.

You two also just wanted to get use to life with a baby. This was your first, and you were young. There was going to be a small adjustment period, and you wanted to worry about that without also worrying about visitors.

Toji was laid up in the hospital bed with you. He didn’t care about the damn policy. His wife just had a baby. He was going to hold her in his arms as much as he could.

Megumi was in your arms, sleeping away peacefully. “He’s got your eyelashes. I’m jealous.” You murmur to Toji as both of you admire your beautiful baby.

“He’s got your mouth.” Toji offered as consolation, and you let out a small giggle.

“That’s all he got from me. I carried him for nine months, and he had the audacity to look like he fell from your ass.” You comment back, making Toji grin down at you.

“Sorry, ma. Those Zenin genes are unfortunately strong.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “If I could have it my way, he would look just like you.”

“No,” You whispered with a heartfelt smile. Tears blurred some of your vision as your hormones were still so out of balance from birthing a child. “He’s perfect. I love him so much already.”

“Don’t cry, ma.” Toji muttered as he used the pad of his thumb to wipe away your tears. This would only be the 20th time you cried over how much you love your son.

A knock at the door startles you both, and your doctor walks in with a pleasant smile. “Merry Christmas, you two.”

“Merry Christmas.” You respond back in a hesitant tone. The thought of the doctor informing both of you that you had to stay another day worried you to no end. Both you and Toji were going stir crazy inside that hospital room.

“I’m sure both of you are ready to take your little bundle of joy home.” The doctor says as he flips through your chart briefly. “So, I’m going to let you go home today.”

Sighs of relief fill the room. It was probably the best Christmas gift you had ever gotten.

Scratch that, seeing Toji do the “hot dad walk” was definitely the best Christmas gift you had ever gotten. He was wearing a black hoodie, carrying a carseat with your son all bundled in, and he was walking out to the car as a nurse pushed you in a wheelchair (you tried denying the wheelchair, but it’s “hospital policy��).

“We’re bad parents.” You cried on the way home. Toji was flabbergasted by how quickly your mood could change.

“We’re not bad parents. Why would you say that, ma?” He asked as he reached over and rubbed your thigh while driving the car. Megumi was peacefully asleep in the back seat.

“We didn’t get our son anything for Christmas.” You mumble through the tears. Megumi was actually due on December 26th, but he decided to come a little early. You two decided that a newborn didn’t need gifts, and you were heavily pregnant, so the idea of wrapping any gifts didn’t spark you any joy.

“Doll, we literally gave him life. Besides, I’ve only known the brat for a couple days. How should I know what to get him?” Toji jokes, trying to make you feel better about the lack of gifts. You let out a small laugh in response.

“I promise, ma. We’ll give him a better Christmas than you and I ever got next year.”

SUKUNA

“My son will worship no false deity. I’m the only god getting worshipper around here.” Sukuna declared as he covered up Ryu’s ears with his hands.

“Santa Claus is not a false deity, Kuna. He’s a fairytale.” You respond back to your husband as you roll your eyes. It’s not even like your sweet baby could even understand what you two were saying about Santa anyways.

It was his first Christmas, and you were trying to introduce both Sukuna and Ryu to the human traditions for the holiday season. It seemed like neither of them were having it.

“Do curses do anything for the winter solstice?” You ask Sukuna, looking up at him from your seat on the floor as you help Ryu unwrap another gift from Santa you and Sukuna.

“We eat a virgin.” The king of curses reply without skipping a beat, causing you to look up at him with disgust and horror. “Oh, don’t worry, flower. You’re safe. I made sure of that long ago.”

You roll your eyes and give him a pity laugh. Sukuna thinks he’s so funny sometimes. “Yeah, I didn’t think anyone would mistake me for a virgin when I have your baby on my hip constantly.”

“You should have another on your other hip.” Sukuna comments with a wolfish grin. Ever since you pushed Ryu, Sukuna had been gunning to get you pregnant again.

“I think one half-curse, half-human baby is enough, Kuna.” You say with a small laugh while jingling a toy in front of Ryu’s face. He giggles happily as he reaches out to grab it from you.

“You’re the only human that gets away with defying me. You know that? I would’ve already dismantled anyone else.” He comments, and you roll your eyes once again. “I should inform Krampus of your disobedience.”

“Wait- curses believe in Krampus?” You ask as you look back up at him, finally intrigued by what he was saying.

“He’s real. There is no believing in him. He goes around and punishes the naughty children, even curse spawn have to worry about Krampus.” Sukuna informed as he propped his head up with his hand and gave a lazy smile. One of his favorite pastimes was teaching you about his culture. He loved how you always listened and absorbed the information while trying to relate it to human culture.

“Isn’t being naughty what curse spawn are meant to be?” You question as you cock an eyebrow. Sukuna gives a low chuckle in response.

“Yes, but they’re still expected to obey their elders as Ryu is expected to obey us.” His large palm gently pats Ryu head, and your son looks up at him with the most innocent of smiles.

Most babies are inherently terrified of Sukuna as if they could sense the danger from him, but Ryu loved his dad and never showed any signs of fear. The sight of you and Ryu playing with toys on Christmas morning was enough for Sukuna’s heart to grow three sizes bigger.

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tbtstd · 1 month ago

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Acing it!

Content - MDNI, mentions of śex, hints to asexual reader, JJK men reassuring reader, they're all being nice, even sukuna

Characters - Sukuna, Toji, Geto, Nanami, Gojo

an - as someone who's asexual, i kinda wrote what I wanted to hear personally and what I'd find comforting !! In no way am I speaking for what all asexuals experience ^^

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tbtstd · 2 months ago

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ᯓ★ Roommates!SuguSato would have you spread apart and teased everyday. You cannot convince me otherwise, I will not listen.

It doesn’t matter the occasion or weather or hour, Satoru would have your legs pried open every fucking day. With your bare back to his chest, you sit so prettily between his sprawled legs, his dark blindfold occluding your vision. Those large, gaunt hands of his are hooked beneath the crook of your knees, the soft pads of his fingers digging into your skin, keeping you still. He’s idly slumped against the headboard as he spreads you apart, a sleazy grin twisting his lips.

His warm, steady breaths aerate against the soft skin of your neck, creeping down, down, down your shuddering spine. You feel utterly helpless. All you can do is whimper fruitlessly, those pretty, slick lips gaped and uselessly begging for something, anything. Satoru trails kiss after agonizing kiss along the warm flesh of your throat, mindlessly craning your head to the side with his hand in a victorious attempt to taste more of you.

Absentmindedly, his other hand is creeping down your pretty, heaving frame. Those long, nimble fingers sweep across your nipples, gingerly pulling one of them between his thumb and index, squeezing. As your body arches up and away from his he laughs — it’s so familiar, the way it’s merely a breath against the shell of your ear, or rather a humorous huff of air that mimics laughter. Either way, it makes your legs snap closed, but your efforts are done in vain because Satoru is only prying you apart again with disapproving tsk.

Suguru is never too far, don’t you worry. The edge of the plush mattress sinks as the sable-haired man kneels onto the disheveled sheets, crawling toward both his best friend and you. A deep, guttural groan parts his lips as he nears your bare, perspiring body. Your legs are sprawled embarrassingly wide, that poor, weeping cunt on shameless display just begging to be taken care of. God, if only you could see their quiet expressions, their subtle, fleeting glances of… awe? Mutual pining?

“Look at you, always been suuuch a pretty girl, huh?” Suguru hums, his low, hooded eyes flickering across the entirety of your exposed body. “And all for us?”

“Allll for us.” Satoru affirms almost arrogantly, pulling your legs further apart as if to prove a point.

It’s near violent the way your body completely shudders under their touch, a loud, pretty gasp dragging from your stupidly parted lips. Suguru’s warm fingers are brazenly spreading you apart, idly gliding between your drooling lips, dispersing your arousal. From your desperate, leaking hole allll the way to the head of your clit, he mindlessly smears your essence before entirely sinking inside of you. Two, burly digits stuff you full, bottoming out at the gleaming, silver rings that adorn his knuckles.

Your maw sags and Satoru is shutting you up with a sloppy, haphazard kiss before you can cry out for more. Blindly, his hand is too reaching between your legs, curious fingers latching against your pretty, swollen clit. Again, and again, and again, he traces tight, monotonous circles over the puffy bundle of nerves, stilling your hips so that you can’t wriggle away from them. The tips of Satoru’s fingers brush against his friend’s as he messily works them inside of you, lazily fucking to the back of your cunt with a drunk, crooked smirk.

A lewd, deafening squelch! cries from between your outstretched thighs and both of their cocks swell. You are just so bewitchingly pretty and exposed that they can’t possibly help the way their fat, desperate balls are aching for you. The palpable throb is almost painful, yearning for a mere taste your cunt and she wants it too, she’s damn near crying for it and god, can they tell. They can see the way your bountiful arousal spills down Suguru’s fingers, how it continues to seep from your tightening hole like a broken faucet that begs to be mended, fuck, even how it creeps between the fat of your ass, pooling in an obscene puddle beneath you, ruining the silken sheets.

“God, do you see this, Sato?” Suguru observes, sharp gaze briefly flitting upward as he creeps closer, his warm breath fanning your poor, slobbering pussy. “Barely touched her and she’s making such a mess… drooling down my fingers like such a nasty girl. Are you, pretty?” He grins wickedly and Satoru’s cock twitches. You can only nod dumbly, hips whorishly bucking toward the hands that paw at you.

“Nuh uh, don’t just nod your fucking head. I didn’t gag you, sweetheart.” Satoru urges as he forces your head back to rest against his shoulder, exposing your throat. “Answer him nicely.” He whispers, his lips hidden behind the crook of your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe, cunt tightening around Suguru’s fingers, “I am a nasty girl.”

“Yeah?” His fingers furl upward, pressing against your tensing walls and your hips jerk desperately. “You gonna let us fuck this pretty cunt, huh? Like a good, nasty girl?”

“Answer him.” Satoru hums.

“Yes, p… please.” It’s a broken, helpless plea, your bottom lip trembling.

The two men share a laugh — a deep, gut wrenching laugh that belts from the depths of their chests. Your body jerks against Satoru’s from the force of his laughter, startling you. Nothing is even funny, you’re just the cutest thing they have ever seen; so helpless and willing and ready. Just sprawled apart, waiting to be fucked by the two men you live amongst and you’ll take it all, of course. Every seraphic inch of their tongues, their mouths, their fingers, their cocks. It doesn’t matter. You are their nasty girl after all, right?

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