I Love Her Work Bro👹

Hello!? Part 2 where we have a jaw dropping, yk fireworks in the bg touchy hands kiss with FINE SHIT in the bar, and not some bum, I’m talking FINEEEE SHIT.

Respectfully, Pass

Smau: in which you don't have a partner to kiss at midnight Warnings: cursing, angsty?, just secondhand embarrassment lol, bit late to the nye party but here we are Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki

LMAOO

when you first start dating, satoru finds out you listen to those nsfw boyfriend asmrs when his earbuds accidentally connect to your phone.

the reason why you listened to them in the first place was not because you weren’t serious about him, it’s just that you were in the beginning stages of your relationship and the whole time you were single before getting with him, they were your crutch on lonely nights.

instead of blowing up at you though, satoru whines and drops to his knees in front of you in the middle of the store, brows scrunched up and a pout playing on his pink lips, soap opera worthy tears glistening in his eyes.

he loudly announces his questions to the entire spectacle of people watching, things such as why didn’t you come to him to make you videos like that, going on brazenly about how he could moan and grunt into your phone just the same — if not better than those guys you’re listening to.

satoru promises genuinely with a comical seriousness that the shlicking sound of him pumping his cock would grace your ears wayyy more smoothly considering his pre dribbles out by the gallon, coating his cock perfectly, and how he’s pretty sure the guys making those audio videos use fake sound effects while he can produce ones of authentic quality just for you.

people look on in horror, clutching their children tightly into their arms, shielding their ability to hear the inappropriate words tumbling out of your boyfriend of two weeks’ mouth. you have to do everything in your power to not chew the doofus out, cheeks heated in utter embarrassment at the scandalized stares and whispers while the man-child at your feet gazes up at you innocently, hugging your legs as if you were bound to take off at any moment’s notice.

satoru releases a string of ow’s! at the rough treatment when you haul his ass out of there by his ear, prepared to give him the tongue lashing of a lifetime …….. once you get over the initial humiliation that he knows exactly what you get off to now . . .

Yummy. Nom nom nom.

Kinktober Day 6

Yuji Itadori x Reader- Ruined Orgasms and Overstimulation

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Requests open for kinktober, flufftober, and normal fics!

Authors note: reader is gn and have been dating Yuji for a while. For the plot to work and for it to not be creepy Yuji is aged up to where he's a professional Jujutsu Sorcerer along with reader. My bookie bear help me write this so thank you hope you enjoy 😘😘😘

Yuji had told you he'd be back from his mission days ago. Three days to be exact. You don't have much contact with your boyfriend when he's gone on his missions, every once and a while he'll be able to text or call but that's about it.

So when he gets home you are in-between being mad and wanting to love on your boyfriend. Yuji greets you with a kiss and a big hug, dropping his bag as he enters through the door. "Yuji what happened?" Your voice is dripping with annoyed worry.

"I'm so sorry babe, we took down the main curse but there were too many little ones roaming around to leave when we planned to." You nod your head with a pout, peppering kisses all over his face.

Yuji smiles at the feeling, "Is there any way I can make it up to you?" His voice turns smooth, he leans down into the crook of your neck. Yujis breath drifts over the shell of your ear. You smirk as an idea pops into your head.

"Hmm there is something I can think of." Yuji lightly kisses the spot the connects you neck to your shoulder. Your tone makes him gulp,  "What do you want me to do?"

"Go to the bed for me, take off all of your clothes by the time I get there." Yuji nods his head, kissing your check before quickly rushing towards your shared bedroom.

You take your time turning off the TV and grabbing a water bottle for later. When you do finally get to your bedroom you find a naked flushed Yuji patently waiting on your shared bed. "Yuji did you know you were gone for three extra days?"

Yuji gulps, shuffling around. He feels so vulnerable being naked while you're fully clothed. "I didn't realize it was that long." You slowly shake your head, Yuji clears his throat when he sees you being making your way towards the bed.

He has to fight against the urge to cover himself, knowing it'd make you upset. You slowly straddle your boyfriends lap, his hands instinctively go to your waist.

Yuji bites back a whine when he feels your hand drift towards his throbbing length. His breath hitches when he feels you pumping him to full hardness. Soon he forgets this is supposed to be punishment when you speed up your hand.

Yuji never touches himself when he's away on missions, after a week and a half of being gone he'd gotten desperate. This sweet release feels like heaven, the climax building up in his core reaches its crest.

"Y/n I'm close, please-" a moan that tears from his throat interrupts him. You smile and nodd your head. "Go ahead sweetie." That's all it takes for Yuji to get pushed over the edge.

The only problem, when he finally releases it doesn't feel right. It's like all the pleasure he was feeling was ripped away even tho he was orgasming. He let's out a broken moan as he looks down towards his flushed red cock.

Your hands rested on his lower thighs, away from where he needed you. "Babe? What- why?" You just chuckle, "That's one down, two to go."

Yuji let's out a shaky whine throwing his head back to the bed rest. "No-" Yuji drags out his plea. He begins to speak again but moans instead when he feels your hand back on him. You start off fast instead of slow like normal.

The feeling shocks Yujis senses, every part of him feels sensitive yet he feels needy for more. Yuji's eyes gloss over at the feeling of your slick hand pleasuring him. Your boyfriends hands come to your shoulders desperately gripping them tightly.

"Look so good like this." You lean in towards his ear making him choke out a moan. A mantra of pleas flood from his lips, at this point its all Yuji can say.

"Close-" Yuji can hardly get the word out before he reaches his peak and feels your hand pull away. The prgasm rips through but brings no pleasure. A sob racks through Yuji making him let out a broken moan.

The grip he has on your shoulder tighten, tears stain his cheecks. Yujis entire body shakes with every desperate sob. When his climax dies down his body heaves with every heavy pant. "Y/n please."

You look down to see Yujis flaming red dick slick with past orgasms. You take one hand and bring it to his head, running a hand through his hair. You run your fingers through the slowly drying cum on his muscled chest.

You slowly drift your hand toward Yujis cock making him whimper.

"Baby it's not fair." Yuji begs desperately with a high pitched whine. "What's not fair? I think the punishment fits the crime." Your sultry voice drips like honey, it makes a shiver run down Yuji's spine.

"What crime? I promise sweetheart I didn't mean to." Yuji's voice wavers as he feels your hand come back to his throbbing length. "Oh but Yuji I was so worried, I mean three days I didn't hear from you. But don't worry I'll reward you soon. Promise." Your hand begins pumping quickly.

Yuji feels himself choke on a moan in his throat. The feeling of your hands too much. He feels both overstimulated and understimulated at the same time. Yuji attempts to talk to you but can't let out a single word.

"Aw poor baby. Just use your words." You tease but slow down your hand to give him room to breath. Yuji whimpers, panting heaving breaths. When he calms down enough he speaks, "it hurts y/n, I can't-"

You cut him off with a kiss, "Just say that magic word and I'll stop, you know that." Your words are mumbled against his quivering lips. Yuji just whines, he throws his head bad closing his eyes.

"This is the last one I promise, I won't even ruin this one." Yuji's eyes light up in desperation. His hair slightly sticks to his forearms making him seem extra messy. Yuji's panting heavily with a red face. His eyes seem to have hearts in them the way he looks at you.

Yuji feels the familiar boring feeling building up in his chest. "'M close y/n." Yujis voice slurred with pleasure. You speed up your hands making him lean onto you. His face is buried in your neck, hands desperately grabbing at anything he can reach.

Your chests are flush against each other, his covered in a thin layer of sweat. With a broken sob and a silent scream Yuji comes in your hand for the third time that night. You continue to pump your hand this time instead of taking it away.

Yuji moans in relief at the feels of you pleasuring him through his orgasm. A mantra of 'thank you's fall from his trembling lips. After a minute of helping Yuji through his orgasm you feel him go limp against you.

....after the after care you help him to the bedroom and help him change into pajamas and lay down with him and put on a movie ,preferably one of his favorite movies and he falls asleep on your chest while you mumble words of affection.

Good shit. Mhm mhm. Good shit. Good shit. THATS SOME GOOD SHIT!

Kinktober Day 5

Kintober Day 5- Praise/assisted maturation

Amajiki Tamaki x reader

Authors note: Not proof read and kinda short but I gotta get back on the kinktober grind. Reader has been dating Tamaki for a while before this and is gn. Enjoy!

Requests open for kink and flufftober along with regular fics!

Tamaki has always been a very shy guy. From when you first met to when you started dating and to when you left school. Tamaki is for sure brave and powerful but has always been shy.

Whenever you give him a compliment or praise the result is a extremely flushed Tamaki. But lately you've noticed when you praise him for something the result is a Tamaki that seems...turned on? You can't put your finger on what is different about his reaction but it's there you just have to figure out what it is.

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"Hey babe, how are you?" You walk into your living room where Tamaki is sitting at your round table working. He has his hair pulled back and is wearing his lounge clothes. Tamaki looks up at you with a smile.

"Hello honey I'm good, how was shopping?" Tamaki's voice is soft and sweet. You walk towards him, cupping his face in your hands and leaning down to give him a kiss. "It was fine, what are you working on?"

Tamaki explains to you some of the agency work he's doing. Tamaki insisted on doing the majority of the agency paper work. After he finishes talking you decide to test a theory. "Wow Amajiki, you're really smart."

Tamaki immediately clams up, face flushing red. "You know," you move closer to him on the couch, "It's really sexy when you show off." He gulps when your sultry voice whispers in his ear. Tamaki begins to stammer out a response but just ends up mumbling a thank you.

"You know you look amazing today, almost pulled you back into bed this morning when I saw you in your suit if you know what I mean." Tamaki can feel himself getting hot, he quickly rushes out some excuse and gets up to walk to the bedroom.

Before you can stop him he's gone, rushing down the hall. After a few minutes of waiting on Tamaki and him not coming out you decide to investigate. You lightly knock on the bedroom door and get a muffled response. "Babe?"

You call out his name. "You okay in there Amajiki?" When he doesn't say anything you start to get worried. "Amajiki I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I'm sorry if I did." There's no response again and you're ready to walk away and give him space.

That is untill you here an noise come from behind the door. "Amajiki?" The sound that you hear from the room grows louder. It sounds airy and desperate. After a minute of consideration you say, "Babe I'm coming in."

When you open the door you're met with a flushed Tamaki with his pants down desperately pumping his length on your shared bed. When he sees you he let's out a whiny moan. You stand frozen in shock for a second, taking in the sight before you.

"I'm- I'm sorry y/n. I just- what you said earlier I needed to take care of it." Tamaki stumbles over his words trying to find an explanation. You quickly realize what he means, a smirk coming to your face. You close the door, making your way over to wear Tamaki is jerking himself off.

When he sees you getting closer his shaky hands stop their movement. "Oh Amajiki don't stop, you were doing so good." Your words make him choke on the whine bubbling in his throat. His face flushes a darker shade of red in embarrassment.

You lightly push at his shoulders making him move all the way to the back of the bed rest. You slowly get onto Tamaki's lap, leaning your face into the crook of his neck. Your sultry voice whispers in his ear, "Common Amajiki keep touching yourself, don't you want to be good? For me?"

Your words cause Tamaki to rush his hands to his throbbing length. He whimpers at the feeling. You start softly leaving hickeys up and down the side of his neck.

"I-Im close." He moans to you after a minute. You chuckle, "Already?" Tamaki gets flustered at your words. He stumbles over his excuse for a second before he throws his head back. "I was already built up from before." He trys to excuse the burning pleasure he feels building in his core.

"Hmm I suppose. You're being good so I'll let you come. But don't stop after you do ok?" Tamaki quickly shakes his head. With a high pitched whine he comes over his hand and lower shirt.

As he comes down from his high his hand starts to slow down. You bring one if your hands down to hold onto his. Your hand forces his to continue moving at a faster pace. Tamaki moans loudly at the feeling, "Y/n-" He cuts himself off with a whine when you begin to play with his tip.

Tamaki starts to try and fold in on himself and bend his legs. You stop him, making him take all of it. "You look so pretty like this Amajiki. Just want to have you like this for a little longer. You can do that for me right my pretty boy?" Tamaki takes a deep breath at your words.

Through desperate moans he nods his head. His face flushed in embarrassment and pleasure. "Good boy Amajiki."

HEY GUYS! Can u send recs for sub/switch jjk men? Thank uuuu😻👻

Naoya love yes🤧

Secretly down bad!Naoya who walks around acting like he's a part of the whole "I hate my gf" trend when in reality, you drive him crazy in ways he couldn't possibly begin to explain or understand.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who gets hard whenever you yell at him. Something about that aggravation in your tone, the way you glare at him, and the overall frustration that takes over your body makes his cock twitch without second thought.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who can't handle arguments with you for that exact reason. Most of his past "lovers", if you can even call them that, would've left him after the first argument. But you? Oh, your tongues ten times sharper than his could ever be. He's tried insulting you in every way possible but somehow you always make him eat his works.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who's unintentionally become a gentleman around you. Following things like the "side-walk rule", referring to you as "ma'am", and doing things like holding the door open for you. All very simple things but all actions he's never done for anyone else. Ever.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who learned so much about himself ever since he got with you. You've suggested some wild things in the bedroom and although his initial response is usually no, he somehow ends up doing exactly as you've requested.

Secretly down bad!Naoya one time scowled at the mere idea of bondage, especially when you said he'd be the one restricted. And yet, there he was on that fated night with his hands tied behind his back as he watched you play with yourself right in front of him. He was so frustrated that night that he ended up cumming without you even touching him.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who still has a smart mouth, as expected, but he now only gets smart with you to provoke a reaction out of you. Sometimes you'll land a playful smack on his arm and all he can do is smile and ask you to do that again.

Which is roughly what opened his eyes to the fact that he quite enjoys a bit of pain from you. Choking him while you ride him to the point of throated grunts 'n groans catching at his throat? Telling him about himself in more ways than one and how he's such a shitty person?? Well, shit, he can't quite get enough.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who felt a shiver run down his spine when you once blocked him for something rather trivial. What really topped it all off was when you told him that the only thing that'd make you unblock him was if he sent an apology video, with tears.

And not just any kinda apology video either, no, of course not. The woman he's found himself with is far more demanding than that. Instead, you told him to send you a pathetic video of him getting off to you, still with tears, and a genuine apology.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who rolled his eyes at that rediculous request of yours. Never in a million years would he send some woman (the love of his life, btw--I know, surprising) a video of him not only jerking off, but also apologizing over something stupid he did? No way. Over his dead body-

Secretly down bad!Naoya who gives in after a total of three hours and sends you a lengthy video of his shaky hands wrapped around his cock as he pants out your name, whispering how sorry he is in a tone so unbelievably embarrassed that you can hardly believe it's him at first.

And if that wasn't enough, it's even more surprising to you how Secretly down bad!Naoya also has a pair of your panties pressed up to his nose and is ranting about how agonizing it's been not being able to text or call you for the past few hours.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who, at the end of the video, utters a bratty complaint about how much you get on his nerves. Which is so hilarious considering the mess he's made of himself, on video, all for you. And on top of this complaint of his? Seconds after, he's whining a plea for you to unblock him so he can get your attention again, even if said attention consists of you cursing him out again.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who gets unblocked about thirty minutes after he sent those videos of his and starts smiling to himself like an idiot. Somehow in that insane mind of his, he's managed to convince himself that he won whatever conflict was just between the two of you.

Even though he had to send you multiple videos of him jerking off and making an overall fool of himself...

Secretly down bad!Naoya who's not even 'secretly down bad', you're actually well aware of how pathetic your boyfriend is for you. He can't explain it too well but, you've always had him wrapped around your pretty lil' finger like no other.

No crumbs were left. What? Crumbs? What crumbs?

Sukuna Out Here Street Fightin', Where You Attttt?

Sukuna was, as always, a walking disaster. Sassy, mean, selfish, and egotistical—he never missed a chance to remind you (and the entire world) how lucky you were to be dating him. And sure, no one ever talked about how he begged you to date him, but he'd somehow rewritten that history in his head. You had to roll your eyes every time he casually flexed in the mirror or commented on his “godlike physique” while you were just trying to make breakfast.

After you two got together, Sukuna calmed down—just a bit, though. A tiny bit. The only reason for that was because you were a homebody, and he was obsessed with you. He hated being away for more than two seconds, so his usual chaos-making was put on pause. For the most part. But when he did get out of the house, you practically had to beg his friends to drag him out so they could spend some time with him.

Of course, you knew he’d only last an hour. Two hours max if he was feeling especially “generous,” as he called it. Any longer, and he’d be banging on the door, demanding your attention again.

Today was one of those days. He’d been gone for, what, a whopping ninety minutes? Just as his friends were getting comfortable, Sukuna’s phone rang. His smirk immediately appeared when he saw your name flash on the screen.

"What is it, woman? Miss me already?"

He didn’t even wait for a response as he strolled toward his car, leaving his friends mid-conversation. Honestly, how they put up with his attitude was a mystery. Then again, they probably liked the peace and quiet when he wasn’t talking their ears off about how amazing he was.

"Sukuna," you started, sounding serious—an instant red flag for him. "Do you want to fight?"

That stopped him in his tracks. Sukuna, fight? Oh, he was born for this. He practically lived for it. The guy was ready to throw hands with anyone over anything. His blood practically sang at the idea.

His voice dropped to that dangerous tone he reserved for anyone dumb enough to get on his bad side. "What happened? You okay?"

"My friend's boyfriend cheated on her, and now he's coming to our place, blaming me for her breaking up with him. He's talking mad crazy… and I think he's bringing his friends."

The sheer nerve of someone thinking they could show up at your place, running their mouth? That was enough to set him off.

Sukuna paused mid-step, his smirk widening as a new thought popped into his head. He turned around, giving his friends that mischievous glint in his eye. “Oi, you deadbeat! You up for a good fight?”

His friends, lounging around and probably grateful for the brief respite from his constant boasting, blinked in confusion. One of them, clearly not paying attention, tilted his head. “Wait, what?”

Sukuna sighed dramatically, rubbing his temple like he was dealing with toddlers. "God, what was his name? Toji? Yeah, you!" He pointed at one of the guys, who was just minding his business. “Do you good one and two and get over here.”

Toji, looking completely lost, raised an eyebrow. “Do I… what?”

Sukuna waved his hand impatiently, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, doesn’t matter. There’s a bunch of losers heading to my place right now, and they think they can start something. Just get in the fucking car."

Without waiting for them, he turned his attention back to you on the phone, fully aware you’d heard everything. The grin on your face said it all—you thought he was an idiot. And, to be fair, he kind of was. A complete dumbass, really, but he was your dumbass.

“Tell me when they get there. Don’t open the door and stay quiet. I’ll be there in five,” he commanded, like this was some kind of action movie and he was the hero swooping in.

You stifled a laugh. “Okay, just… don’t speed, Sukuna. I’m serious.” There was a pause before you softened your voice, feeling a little bit ridiculous, but still… “Love you.”

For a second, Sukuna’s smirk faltered, replaced by the slightest hint of a softer expression. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Now hang up—I’ve got idiots to deal with.”

And just like that, the dangerous, cocky grin was back on his face as he threw his phone onto the passenger seat and revved the engine.

His friends, barely in the car, exchanged knowing glances. “How is she not sick of him yet?” one of them muttered, earning a chuckle from the rest.

But Sukuna? He didn’t hear a word.

Both groups arrived at the same time, but Sukuna didn’t even bother parking the car properly—he just flung open the door and stepped out like a man on a mission. His friends followed suit, stepping out with the same resigned energy of people who knew this was just another day with Sukuna. You, of course, knew how this would go. You’d seen it before. Sukuna didn’t waste time with trash talk or back-and-forth. He had one method: charge in, swing hard, and make sure whoever stood in front of him regretted it.

As soon as Sukuna’s feet hit the ground, the ex barely had time to blink. Sukuna was already charging at him like a freight train, too big, too fast, and with hands ready to do damage. The ex-boyfriend, who had been talking big earlier, didn’t even get a chance to throw a punch. Sukuna was all over him.

But oh, Sukuna wasn’t just satisfied with beating the guy. No, he had to taunt him too—classic Sukuna. You’d heard stories about him making grown men cry just from his sharp tongue mid-fight, and you were about to witness it firsthand.

The fight escalated quickly, turning into a full-blown brawl. Sukuna’s friends, seeing the ex’s crew trying to get involved, jumped into the fray without hesitation. It was chaotic, fists flying everywhere, but Sukuna? He was having the time of his life, grinning while easily handling the ex-boyfriend.

From your spot on the porch, you were already recording everything on your phone, laughing at how ridiculous but utterly entertaining the whole scene was. The ex had been running his mouth earlier, acting tough, but now? Now he was getting mopped. And it was all on camera.

Then it happened—mid-fight, the ex tried to get a cheap shot in and managed to rip Sukuna’s white shirt, exposing his tattooed, sweaty chest. You saw your moment.

"Take the shirt off, baby!" you shouted, laughing.

Without even pausing, Sukuna grinned like the showman he was, ripping the rest of the shirt clean off while still stomping the ex into the ground. The guy didn’t stand a chance.

Sukuna, never one to miss an opportunity to show off, turned his whole body toward you, flexing like he was on stage, showing off his v-line, his insane tattoos, and that perfectly sculpted body. He knew exactly what he was doing, and honestly, so did you.

“Get ready for me when I finish beating his ass,” Sukuna called out to you with a wink, before turning back to his poor opponent, who was probably regretting every decision that led him here.

You couldn’t stop laughing, capturing every second on your phone. It was ridiculous, it was over-the-top, but it was also just another day with Sukuna.

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sukuna calling toji deadbeat is my favorite thing

Y’all don’t realise how my face beamed at the first sign of angst. UNEXPECTED SURPRISE I LOVE ANGST YUMYYURSHSH👹😋

Ribeye with mashed potatoes

Being in a relationship with Sukuna had its challenges, especially when it came to his routines. So when you misplaced his gym bag by accident, it turned into a big deal. He was already thirty minutes late to his session—something he absolutely hated—and now, he was in a foul mood. Sukuna despised losing anything, even time.

He was petty about it too, giving you the silent treatment for an entire day. By the middle of the second day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

"Baby, I said I’m really sorry, mm? I swear I won’t touch it again, I swear on my heart," you pleaded, raising your hand in a promise.

Still, nothing. He didn’t even look at you. You had been racking your brain for a way to make him forgive you, and finally, you found the answer—food.

His favorite meal: ribeye steak, mashed potatoes, and a cold beer. He loved to eat, and if this didn’t fully earn his forgiveness, it would at least make him smirk. Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek—though he barely reacted—you rushed to grab your bag and keys, hurrying to your car to do some shopping.

Meanwhile, Sukuna had gone to take a nap, expecting to wake up and find you at home, doing whatever you normally did. Yeah, he was annoyed about the bag, but at this point, he knew he was just being grumpy. He also knew that from now on, you wouldn’t touch his stuff.

But when he woke up three hours later, you still weren’t home. No text. No call. Nothing. He couldn’t even check your location.

By the fifth hour, his stomach twisted in knots. Something felt wrong. The kind of wrong that sent a cold chill creeping down his spine. He was getting sick just thinking about it.

Then came a knock at the door.

When he opened it, he was met with two police officers, both looking tense. For a moment, they hesitated, almost startled by the sheer size of the man answering the door.

"Good afternoon, sir. Are you Ryomen Sukuna?" one of them asked.

"Yeah?" His voice was sharp, questioning. He didn’t have time for this—his mind was already racing. His heartbeat was erratic, pounding against his ribs. He just knew something wasn’t right. A dreadful, ice-cold sensation washed over his back.

"Sir, I’m really sorry to inform you, but we found a car registered to this residence crashed on the rode. Unfortunately… there were no survivors. The only things recovered were a phone and an identification card. We need you to come with us to identify the body. We’ll give you a minute."

The moment Sukuna heard "I’m sorry," his ears started ringing.

His chest tightened, fingers curling into fists. It felt like a cement block had been shoved down his throat, lodged deep in his lungs, leaving no room to breathe. No room to make a sound. His vision blurred at the edges, his mind rejecting the words being spoken to him.

He tried to blink—yeah. Any second now, he’d wake up from his nap. There was no other explanation. No. Life wouldn’t do this to him. No, yeah. He’d wake up, shake off this nightmare, run downstairs, and find you there. You’d smile at him, and he’d wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your neck, whispering apologies for being so damn spoiled—for getting mad over a fucking gym bag.

That was it. He’d been too spoiled, and this was just his wake-up call.

But he still wasn’t breathing. His vision swam, black spots creeping into the edges. He didn’t even feel himself swaying, but one of the officers must have noticed—because before he could crumble, a firm hand caught his arm, steadying him.

"Sukuna—sir, you need to sit down."

But he couldn’t move. Couldn’t listen.

Because this wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

It took the officers an hour to get Sukuna to calm down just enough. He hadn’t even been breathing properly—they had to teach him how to work his lungs again. Every inhale was jagged, every exhale was forced, as if his body had forgotten how to function.

They had seen a lot in their line of work, but watching this—this was something else entirely. On any normal day, with his looks and presence, he might’ve been a suspect. But right now? Right now, he just looked like a man who had lost everything.

What they didn’t see, however, was you.

You had managed to walk all the way home. It was a long journey—an hour by car, so you could only imagine how long it had taken on foot. Your body ached, exhaustion settling into your bones, but the moment you saw the flashing lights of a police car in front of your home, you pushed through.

Your pace quickened into a jog. Why were they here?

The front door was already open.

And then you saw him.

Sukuna was on the floor, sitting with his back against the wall, his face void of any color. Two officers knelt beside him, speaking to him in low, careful tones.

Your brows furrowed. Since when did he get buddy-buddy with the cops?

But then you saw the way he was gripping his own arms, his fingers digging into his skin like he was holding himself together by sheer force alone. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his eyes empty, like he wasn’t even seeing what was in front of him.

Something was very, very wrong.

It seemed none of them had noticed you yet, too caught up in whatever was happening inside. You stood there for a moment, confusion twisting in your gut before finally knocking on your own door.

"Excuse me… what is going on?"

The room fell into a deafening silence.

Sukuna’s head snapped up so fast it was almost inhuman. The officers turned, their expressions shifting from shock to pure disbelief.

But nothing—nothing—could compare to the way Sukuna looked at you.

At first, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared. Like his brain couldn’t process what his eyes were seeing. Like you were a ghost standing at the threshold of his grief.

Then, all at once, the tension in his body snapped. He was on his feet before you could blink, shoving past the officers like they weren’t even there.

"I—" His voice cracked, raw and broken. His breathing was still uneven, his chest heaving. "You’re—What—"

Before you could respond, he yanked you into him, burying his face in your neck. His entire body trembled against yours, gripping you so tightly it was as if he thought you'd slip away if he let go.

You had never been this confused before—until you felt it.

Sukuna was sobbing. Not the quiet, restrained kind. No, gut-wrenching, broken sobs wracked his entire body. His grip tightened, his weight pressing against you as if he had completely given up.

You had never seen him cry. Not like this. Sure, maybe a few tears at your wedding—happy ones. But now? His cries were raw, pained. The sound of it made your chest ache, your throat tighten. Unknowingly, your own tears welled up, threatening to spill as your hands instinctively cradled the back of his neck.

His legs buckled, bringing both of you to the ground, but he didn't let go. He couldn’t.

You ran your fingers through his hair, whispering softly, "It’s okay, love…it’s okay."

But it wasn’t okay. Not for him.

Sukuna only held you tighter, his ragged breathing hot against your skin. His entire body shook, and you could feel his heartbeat pounding erratically, as if he was still trying to convince himself that this was real—that you were real.

"I thought—" he gasped between sobs, his voice completely wrecked. "They said—they told me you were dead."

Your breath hitched.

Dead?

You pulled back just enough to see Sukuna’s face, his tear-streaked expression raw and panicked.

"Baby, I lost the car at the market," you began, voice shaking but determined to explain. "I parked it, but it was gone... my bag and my phone were in there too. I couldn’t report it right away."

You glanced at the officers behind him, their presence almost felt like a distant blur.

Sukuna was still tense, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, the emotions warring inside him. His grip on you hadn’t loosened and he wasn’t speaking. The air around him was still suffocating with the weight of his worry and pain.

The officer behind him spoke up, his voice professional but clearly aware of the severity of the situation.

"Ma’am, it seems there’s been a huge miscommunication. We found the car crashed on the road, and there was someone inside. The vehicle was registered to this address, and the identification card we found belonged to you. We came to inform your husband."

Sukuna’s body tensed all over again, his hands gripping you tighter as the weight of the officer's words settled over him like a crushing wave.

The air felt too thick. Your mind was still piecing together the disorienting puzzle, but one thing was clear: Sukuna wasn’t breathing any easier. His mind was still in a spiral, and even with the explanation, he wasn’t calming down.

"It’s okay, Suku." You whispered, trying to soothe him as much as yourself. "I’m here now. I’m really here."

But even as you spoke, he still couldn’t let go of you, his body shaking, struggling to grasp the reality that was just as twisted and confusing for him as it was for you.

The officer, sensing the tension in the air, took a small step back, choosing his words carefully. "Ma’am, it’s important that we make sure everything is resolved properly. We’ll need to keep an eye on the car accident, but… there’s nothing more we need from you at this point." At that they left, leaving you with sukuna who is in pieces.

You lay on the marble floor, gently rubbing his back, trying to soothe him. Just when you thought he’d calmed down, his body would shake again, and he’d sob. You felt a pang of guilt deep in your chest, knowing you were the cause of this.

"…over a gym bag," he muttered, his voice muffled against your neck. He repeated the words, as if trying to make sense of it all. "Why did you go? Why did you leave me?"

You tried to joke, desperate to ease the tension, to lighten the mood. "I was going to make you a ribeye steak with mashed potatoes and a cold beer. And beg on my knees to be forgiven by my lord husband."

There was a long silence. You felt him tense against you for a moment before he responded, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry you married someone like me, Y/N..."

The sincerity in his words hit you like a wave. You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your heart aching for him. Sukuna was not one to show weakness, yet here he was, completely undone. You knew he didn’t mean that—he was just lost in his guilt.

"Don’t say that," you whispered, cupping his face gently. Your thumb brushed over his skin, wiping away any trace of tears that still lingered. "I’m not sorry I married you. I’m sorry we let something so small get in the way of us."

He shook his head, his eyes clouded with doubt. "I messed up. I got mad over something so stupid."

You let out a soft sigh, your voice full of warmth. "It doesn’t matter. We both messed up."

"I felt like they took out my soul and burned it," he muttered, his voice strained with the weight of his emotions. "I... I don’t know how to bind you to me more than marriage. But it feels like none of it matters. How can I keep you forever? Should I build you a house in my heart? Make you tiny and keep you there, never letting you out of my sight again? Never."

His voice cracked with raw desperation, the vulnerability in his words almost unbearable. You could hear the depths of his fear—fear of losing you, of not being enough.

"I'm just so scared," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, "that I’m not enough. That I'll lose you."

You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his, your breath mingling. "You’re more than enough," you whispered. "You’re everything to me, Sukuna. Nothing’s going to change that."

His eyes, bloodshot and raw from the tears he’d shed, searched yours with an intensity that made your heart ache. He cupped your face gently, his touch almost reverent, as though he was afraid to touch you too much in case you vanished.

"You really mean that?" he asked, his voice cracking again, the uncertainty still hanging in the air.

"More than anything," you said, your hands moving to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your fingers. "You are my world, Sukuna. Always have been."

For a moment, there was only silence between you two, the weight of everything hanging in the space around you. Then, slowly, as if testing the waters, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss—slow, hesitant, as if he was afraid it might shatter everything.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours again, his breathing still shaky. "I don’t deserve you," he whispered.

"Don't say that," you murmured, your hands still tracing the lines of his chest, grounding him, reassuring him. He let out a shaky breath, his grip on you tightening. "Promise me you won’t leave. Promise me you won’t ever leave me."

"I promise," you said, the words filled with all the conviction in the world. "I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever."

And with that promise, he finally allowed himself to relax, his body leaning into yours as he exhaled a breath of relief.

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cw. none! except satoru falling asleep in your arms (he snores, it’s adorable).

It wasn’t a surprise to you when Satoru told you he has trouble sleeping. The confession came four months after your relationship became official—which finally happened after many, many years of dancing around one another. In those four months, despite being attached at the hip, you have never, ever seen him fall asleep before you. 

A small, secret part of you hoped for that to change; That your darling would find peace in your presence, and sleep without any sign of trouble. In an ideal world, his nights that were previously filled with insomnia would make way for loving cuddles and some very needed shut-eye. Though, that thought may have been the hopeless romantic in you. 

Of course, none of that actually happened. Satoru still runs on approximately four to five hours of sleep a day, and with the occupation he holds, you think that’s far too little. So, despite your fleeting wish, your relationship didn’t change that part of him—you didn’t change that part of him. Though, even if you’re unable to do much about his (concerning) lack of sleep, you make his waking moments much more bearable. 

His nights are still long, and the time that he sleeps is still short, except now—he enjoys the time that he spends awake. In the middle of the night, while the rest of Japan is asleep, Satoru is awake. Doing what, you wonder? Holding you. It’s all he does until his (still very human) body knocks him out and forces him to rest—he holds you. 

Every night is different, even if his routine is the same. Sometimes he’s seated against the headboard with you in-between his legs, your cute little face squished against him. Other times he’s spooning you from behind, and snuggling into the crook of your neck as he finds comfort in your scent. Though, he plays favourites, and enjoys it most when you’re cuddled into his chest—he gets to shield you from the world, and gets to keep you safely tucked away into his arms. 

Satoru often says he could spend hours simply sitting with you in his arms. You never quite understood why, however. Until now. 

You’re laying on the couch, and it’s not even remotely close to midnight, but your sweetheart is asleep. The faint noise of the TV hits your ears, but it quickly gets overshadowed by the small snores your boyfriend lets out. You quickly bite your bottom lip—cooing over him would surely wake him up. 

Of course, he does this. Of course, he snores. 

You smile at the thought, and shake your head knowingly. Satoru lays on his stomach, in-between your legs, and with his head on your chest. Both his arms are wrapped securely around you, and you fight another smile when he cuddles further into you. His hair tickles your chin when he does so, but you’d rather die than ever have him move away. He’s so ridiculously cute. With his mouth slightly parted, with low breaths steadily leaving his lips, and with all signs of stress faded from his pretty face. 

You bring a hand up towards him. It’s a careful movement, as you’re a little scared of waking him up and depriving yourself of such a sweet sight. Your fingers gently caress his face; from his jawline, to his cheekbone, to his nose. Subconsciously, a little smile appears on his lips, and you feel as if you’re the luckiest person alive for being allowed to witness it. 

Satoru moves shortly after. Not because he’s awake, but because he senses it when you move your hand away from him, and even while asleep—he chases after it. He leans into your touch, and lets out a soft, happy sigh when he does. It seems he found himself at peace once again. 

“So cute, mochi,” you sigh lovingly, and gently start carding your fingers through his hair. You bring your lips to the top of his head, and press a sweet, lingering kiss to it. “You’re so cute. I get it now.”

Satoru is asleep, finally. He’s resting, and at ease, and, well, a little bit loud still as the snores continue on—but he’s so very adorable. 

It makes the next three hours of sitting completely still all worth it. You didn’t need the feeling in your legs, anyway.

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cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.