everyone started to pour out once they were dismissed with a homework assignment and a promise of a test in the upcoming week. they left the classroom one after another with complaints and groans. of course, you took your sweet time packing up your supplies such your notebook filled with nothing but doodles of your terribly sexy professor. you could feel his eyes on you as you packed your things at a slow pace while you hummed a random song. especially with the proximity since you always made sure to sit front and center. you waltz up to him with an all-too-innocent grin on your face as he sits at his desk with a blank face.

"sooo about that test next week," you coo, putting both hands on his desk smoothly and leaning. "any chance you want to put an A in the gradebook for me? i reallyyy need to pass this class."

sukuna did his best to ignore your position and how low cut your top was, especially with how they were practically in his face by now. "you haven't even taken it yet," he manages to cough out. "besides, it sounds like you're suggesting academic misconduct."

"im not suggesting anything, sir," your chirp proudly, going around his table to stand face to face with him. "i'm telling you to put in an A for my because i won't be in class to take it."

sukuna leans back in his chair, legs spread showing off the bulge in his slacks. "and what makes you think i would do such a thing?"

you step closer into his space until you're standing in between his legs. you drag a perfectly manicured fingernail across his chest, "because i know i can give you an A+ performance in another way."

in less than a minute, you find yourself bent over on his desk; grades and papers all but forgotten. he lifts up the skirt, which you wore just for this occasion, to reveal pink lace that matches his hair almost too perfectly. sukuna keeps one hand on your back, keeping you in an arch as his free hand pulls your panties to the side. you whine at his fingers touching your skin, eliciting a chuckle from him.

"seems like you really might need that A," he tells you as he undoes his slacks. "gonna go dumb on this dick?"

you nod your head before you whimper at the feeling of his nudging against your whole. he teases you, pushing only to head of it before pulling it out. this continues until you're begging him to fuck you. by the grace of whatever, he finally slams it all in. he's quick to put a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as he picks up his pace, fucking you impossibly harder. you continue to moan and cry into his hand as his cock repeatedly hits that spot that makes you see stars.

eventually, you can barely hold yourself up and sukuna is forced to hold you up by your hips, not once stopping his brutal pace.

"my dumb girl can't even stand on her own two legs, huh?" your cries almost echo in the lecture room now that his hand is no longer muffling you. that earns you a hard spank as sukuna clicks his tongue. "not too loud while we're in here. you want the whole campus to hear you slut yourself out or something? keep quiet or i stop."

you don't trust yourself to keep completely quiet so you're forced to now use your hand to cover your mouth, knowing that he would follow through with his word and stop this whole thing if you were too loud.

his pace ultimately falters ever so slightly, telling you that he was close in addition to how his groans got louder and the grip on your hips was now almost bruising. he leans over your body, engulfing your figure as he plows into you even harder. "you gonna make a mess on me? go ahead— work for that grade, sweetheart. show your prof how good you can be when you aren't running your fucking mouth."

you finish with a stifled cry when his thrusts don't stop and only seem to get harder. he follows soon after and finishes with one final thrust before you feel it pour out an drip down your legs. when he takes you to his home later that day to finish what you started, you really hope he doesn't look in the gradebook later. because he would see nothing but 90s and A's on your profile. you didn't mean to lie about needing extra credit! it's not your fault your professor is tall, tatted, and fine as fuck!

part one!! part two!! you let out a sigh of relief when you return and sukuna is nowhere to be found. in your eyes, it was the least he could do after all that he put you through. but of course, he couldn't leave you completely alone. in the morning, your phone was lighting up with notifications from sukuna from other apps. the bastard even tried messaging you on spotify for god's sake. you didn't bother answering to any of them, blocking him on any app you could think of. you don't hear from him anymore and honestly, it brings a different kind of peace to your soul.

for the next few weeks, you take yourself completely off the 'dating scene'. after removing any old posts or stories of sukuna, you detach from social media as much as you can and take the time to focus on yourself. in all the time you spent dating sukuna— if you could even call it that— you were almost always focused on him. it was draining in a way you didn't even know was possible. so now that you had all this time to yourself, you were forever grateful. it was almost odd how full your soul was when no one else was occupying a space in your heart.

just when there was a calm in your life, of course, something would try to squeeze in.

so that is how you found yourself sharing a coffee with toji the next morning.

"y'know i don't know why you feel bad," you admit, taking a sip from your cup.

toji shrugs, "i told you, i felt like i wasn't fair to either of you. im not just sukuna's friend but i know i made it seem like that."

you shake your head, "i didn't feel that way, toji; you were always there to drag him out of my place anyways."

that earns a little laugh from him but you can tell it doesn't do much for the heaviness in his chest, for the guilt he was feeling for whatever reason. "still, wouldn't even be in that situation if i just socked him in the face to begin with."

"you can beat him up all you like, he would still be himself and that has nothing to do with you. at the end of the day, i don't want to have any bad blood between any of us."

you don't know how long you stay at that coffee shop with toji before the two of you decide to go into town. it wasn't the first time you've hung out with toji one-on-one, but it has been a while. the last time you did, sukuna turned it into a big fight. so while you remained friends with toji, you haven't gotten the chance to go out like this with him. nevertheless, it all feels like second nature. he walks into shops with you and waits patiently while you look for items, even if he didn't want to buy anything. at some point, the two of you past a floral shop and toji drags you inside. you walk out with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"you were staring at them," toji explains easily.

by the end of the hangout, toji dropped you off at your dorm with a bouquet of flowers along with a couple shopping bags, none of which you paid for courtesy of toji once again.

"why are you doing this, toji?" you ask him. "do you pity me or something?"

"i don't pity you, yn."

"then what is it?" before he even gets to open his mouth to spout the next bullshit excuse, you beat him to the punch. "and don't say it's because you feel bad about the whole thing, i know it's more than that."

toji sighs and takes a moment before he builds the courage to answer you. "i just— i guess i wanted to prove that not every guy would treat you like sukuna."

you speak before you even knew where the confidence was coming from."i knew that already. so if its not out of pity, i think you were trying to prove that you could treat me better than him."

toji maintains your gaze, "and what's so wrong with that?"

you shake your head softly, "nothing, that's the point. i'm sorry toji but i just can't see myself getting into something romantic right now. i want to focus on myself before trying to love someone else."

"i'm not asking you to love me," toji corrects. "i'm not asking anything from you actually, i just wanted to show you that you don't have to be alone if you don't want to. i'm not rushing you but i am gonna wait."

and wait he did. you never felt rushed with toji, he was similar to a shadow that you knew was there but never bothered you. he came when you needed him and left when you wanted him to. slowly but surely, you started to fall for him as well.

you explained to him how you were wary of this whole thing, but he reasurred you and explained that he's liked you for a while. "don't be forced into this, yn," toji tells you. "i'm not gonna combust just because you don't want this, do whatever you want for yourself. don't worry about anyone else." his words and his actions tell you that he's genuine. but he doesn't blame you for wanting to take things slow.

it felt easier than it ever felt with sukuna because for once, you were the one in control. toji reminded you that you were a prize to be a won, not some booty call. it was some time before you made it official with toji, but the two of you decided to keep the relationship as low-key as possible. afterall, it was for you two, not for the approval of others.

thinking about going on a date with sukuna and getting drinks. it should be assumed that the towering man with tattoos head to toe and a mean mug will chug the beer right?

"one frozen strawberry margarita and one large draft modelo, please," you tell the server. she writes it in her notebook and leaves with a smile and a promise to return with the drinks. when she does return with the drinks in hand, she places the margarita in front of you and the beer in front of sukuna. you and sukuna look at each other but sukuna does a much better job of hiding his grin. to save the girl from the possible embarrassment, the two of you order your entrees and wait until she leaves. once she is out of sight, the two of you switch drinks in perfect sync.

after all, it wasn't the first time this happened whenever the two of you went out. who would have thought that sukuna—the personification of scary dog privileges—would enjoy a fruity slush drink over a nice, ice-cold beer?

sure, he could hold his alcohol just as well as the next person, if not better, and before the two of you got together, he was a beer man through and through. he never thought he would see the day where he would prefer a nice pinacolada over a bottle of corona. that doesn't change the fact that the two of you would still do shots together and whatnot. but for some reason, sukuna found it so refreshing to have a margarita instead of a draft beer.

"god forbid a man doesn't want to drink beer for the rest of his life," sukuna complains to you when you poke fun at him for sipping on his margarita.

"oh im sorry, diva," you respond sarcastically. "do you want a cosmo after you finish that?"

"i could still out drink you, woman."

"in margaritas, sure. you've gotten me beat there."

the two of you continue to bicker and just when your server comes back into view, you switch drinks once more flawlessly. making it seem as if sukuna did indeed chug the beer. as an added effect, you take a little sip of the margarita as well. your server puts down the drinks and asks if the two of you need any refills.

"can i have another margarita?" sukuna says. the young girl's face says it all before sukuna quickly adds on, "for my wife, of course."

"and another beer for you, sir?"

sukuna looks at you and watches as you nod your head eagerly. he sighs, "sure, why not. thanks, kid."

once again, a margarita is placed in front of you as your beer sits in front of sukuna. it isn't until the two of you pay and leave that it's revealed who truly drinks what. your server waves you goodbye and wishes you a good day before turning to look at the table and realizing that the beers belonged to you while your rather terrifying husband had three margaritas.

but, unfortunately, no one would ever believe her. i mean, there's no way a man like ryomen sukuna would ever enjoy fruity margaritas... right?

hi anon! im so sorry this is late... i lowk gave up on that series but here's a mini snippet i was working on before T^T

"where the hell is sukuna?" you mutter to yourself. in all the time you have employed him, he has rarely ever been late. and even then, he's never been more than ten minutes late. thirty minutes have now passed from the time sukuna was meant to be at your place. thankfully you weren't missing anything too important but still! the asshole wouldn't even answer his phone.

so when he does arrive at your place another ten minutes later, you almost throw your heels at his face. his face covered in… porridge?

"oh my days.. what happened to you? did you pick a fight in the nursing home or something?"

sukuna is practically heaving; you wouldn't be surprised if he had ran the whole way to your place by the looks of him.

"my kid brothers were throwing a fit today," sukuna groans as he wipes the stains off his uniform in a futile effort.

"so they threw oatmeal at you— wait, you have brothers?!"

sukuna looks at you as if you just asked him if he had both ears. "well yeah, two of them."

"and you never thought to tell me? in all the time you've worked for me!"

sukuna doesn't even know how you managed to drag him back to his house. you went under the excuse that he needed to change out of clothes. despite the fact that you have plenty extra uniforms for him at your place. upon arrival at sukuna's house, you take a mental note of how.. well, homey it looked. it was definiately much smaller than your place but you could tell it held more character and soul.

before sukuna pushes the door open, he offers you a warning. "don't expect too much, and don't entertain the brats for too long. they're like parasites, they'll latch on to you if you show too much affection."

and with that, sukuna opens the door only for a pillow to be thrown at his face.

"intruder!"

"it's me, idiot!"

"liar! our big brother is meaner and said he wouldn't be back until later!"

you peer around sukuna's figure to see a miniature sukuna standing a few feet away, holding another pillow and preparing to fire it. he seems to have seen you as well and gets even more fired up. "see! my big brother doesn't hang around pretty girls! he scares them off-"

the poor boy is cut off by sukuna throwing the first pillow at his face. the pillow lands hard enough to force the boy onto the ground.

sukuna lets you in and introduces you to boy, who's name is yuji. sukuna's mini twin refuses to let go of the pillow, holding onto it as a knight grasps his lance. "so did he kidnap you or something, miss?"

"actually it's probably the other way around," you laugh.

yuji looks at you as if you've grown three more heads. "but why would you want him?"

"he's pretty scary so he was perfect!"

"i think there's something wrong with you, miss."

"maybe," you agree with a shrug.

unbeknownst to you, sukuna watches the interaction and the way you talk to his little brother as if you were already friends. it wasn't a shock for his brother to be chatty with a stranger and now that he thinks of it, he really shouldn't put it below you to befriend kids that are barely in the double digits. you practically have the same iq points as yuji anyways.

"don't bother her too much yuji," sukuna says to his younger brother, "sit on the couch, i gotta change. yuji, where's choso?"

"he went to get us snacks from across the street."

"with what money?"

"you left your wallet on the counter."

you hear sukuna mutter some profanities under his breath before he disappears down the hall. you chuckle a little bit then direct your attention back to the little boy in front of you.

"your name is yn, right?" yuji asks. "he talks about you alot, calls you his boss."

the two of you move to the couch a you answer him, "well i am the one paying him so it's nice to hear he at least calls me boss to other people. not like he ever calls me that to my face."

"you're super famous too, aren't you?"

"sorta? i'm in some movies but i think you're a little too young for a few of them."

"sukuna lets me and choso watch game of thrones with him. are you in that?"

"game of thrones?" you repeat. "how old are you?"

"i'm 8."

"and you're brother, choso?"

"he's 11."

in this moment, you consider cutting sukuna's paycheck a little by having such young boys watch such explicit media. as if he was summoned, the door opens to reveal another young boy with black hair put into two messy ponytails. he closes the door behind him with his foot since his hands were full of paper bags filled with who knows what.

"hey cho! this is boss lady! she wasn't in game of thrones," yuji introduces.

way to rub it in, you can't help but think to yourself. you wave to the boy but he seems a little more shy than yuji. you hear him mutter a small greeting before he goes to the kitchen and puts the paper bags on the counter. a few moments later, he returns with some snacks and a small carton of flavored milk.

"we're told to offer drinks to guests," choso mumbles.

you thank him for the treat as yuji speaks up. "but you're the first lady guest we've gotten! you must be pretty special to our big brother, huh miss boss lady?"

"uhm well—"

" i thought i told you not to bug her." sukuna emerges from the hallway, in a clean uniform this time.

"we weren't!"

"sure, you weren't," sukuna rolls his eyes before he directs his attention to you. "ready to go?"

"just waiting on you." you stand from the couch and ruffle yuji's hair as you thank choso once more. "bye boys, it was nice meeting you!"

"nice meeting you too!" they both repeat, though yuji much louder than choso. "you should bring her around more."

"fat chance, don't eat all the food and quit stealing money from my wallet."

choso speaks up, "maybe don't leave your wallet next time."

"shut it," sukuna says flicking choso's forehead and then yuji's just because. "don't call unless you're actively dying, alright." the boys wave goodbye as you and sukuna leave and head back to the car. "y'know, i can totally see you being that kind of big brother."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"its just— y'know? you have adorable kid brothers and you're this super grumpy older brother. fits your vibe."

"yeah well it's the last time you're seeing them. brats wouldn't shut up about me bringing you over," sukuna sighs.

"oh yeah? you talk about me a lot at home?" you grin teasingly.

"of course i do." sukuna's blunt response takes you by shock until he continues. "i gotta rant to someone about how annoying my boss is."

oh he's getting that pay-cut for sure now.

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the one with the beach episode!

sneak peak ! when a beach trip turns into a challenge; who can find out your phobia? gojo has seen you brave a shark cage and jump out of a plane without so much of an ounce of fear. so imagine his surprise when he found out you were scared of thunder. 

rina says ! if this plot sounds familiar its bc i rewatched ohshc >.< also double posting?? why am i such a boss taglist ! @cttelina @bunbun812 @kriitee @sailormarsinanotherlife @icebearcucumber @duckie3801 @alebrasil0101 @blogster-b33 @miaszt

gojo regrets posing the challenge to the group. it was a well known fact in the group that you had balls of vibranium forged in hell fire. but when gojo pulls out his black card and tells everyone, "first person to figure out yn's fear gets 24 hours with my card", it was hard to resist. well, hard to resit for everyone without a moral compass. aka everyone but shoko, utahime, and nanami.

for everyone else, you were fair game!

HOW TO PRETEND PART TWO !!

₊˚⊹ᰔ sneak peak ! a collection of texts and small scenes with choso!! continuation of the fic here :3

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"here ya go! thanks for your order," you say as you hand a wrapped pink box to the girl in front of you. she's one of your more recent regulars, but she was pretty nice and her order was always simple enough. just a pack of mond slim cigarettes in strawberry and a couple joints.

she takes the box from you with a smile, giving you the cash in exchange. "y'know, you're much better than my last guy," she says. "he always overcharged me and his stuff wasn't half as cute as yours."

"aw well thanks!" you say sheepily. "who was your last guy?"

"choso kamo? not sure if you've heard of him," she shrugs. "he used to be one of the bigger names on campus for dealers, but it seems you've taken his spotlight sweetheart."

you hum to yourself, "well isn't that something.."

from that day, you and choso worked together. you were very adamant about keeping your signature pink supplies and choso wasn't going to argue with you. he lets you make everything as cute as you want while he deals with the deals and drop offs.

some of the customers you both get were assholes, you both knew that. unfortunately, they were often the ones that bought the most and thus paid the most. hence why choso chose to deal with them. but sometimes, he lets you come with him on drop offs since you claimed you didn't want him to get lonely!

as you use the spare to open the door to choso's appointment, you can't help but wonder the reason as to why choso gave you the spare to begin with. sure, you guys were official business partners now and whatnot but why give you a spare to his place?

as of recently, the trips to his place became less and less 'business' related. it went from prepping product together to simply being around one another. he would invite you over just to watch a movie and sometimes, you would even end up staying the night because you fell asleep. so you couldn't help but wonder whether or not the two of you were crossing the line of professionalism. you shake the thoughts from your head as you push open the door and let yourself in.

choso sits on the couch in his living room— none of the big lights are on per usual since he says it gives him a raging headache. he sticks to his lamps and ambient lighting to illuminate his place. whenever the two of you would have this impromtu smoke sessions together, he would already have the tv on to a show you like along with snacks and drinks on the table.

he looks over his shoulder to greet you with a lazy grin. "about time, sweetheart," he jokes. he pats the spot on his couch next with his free hand, the other holding the grinder you added stickers to.

you wave to him as you close the door behind you. you plop down on your designated spot on the couch criss-crossed and you pull a my melody plush into your lap. it was an inside joke that started with the two of you a while ago; he had taken you to an arcade, claiming it was a business venture. instead, you spend thirty minutes with him at just the claw machines as he tries to win you a badtz-maru plush.

"he kinda reminds me of you," you chuckled as you pointed to the plush behind the glass of the claw machine. your words seem to set off some kind of switch in choso's head as he takes out the game card and marches over to it with you on his arm.

after dozens of failed attempts, the grumpy penguin plush is finally in your arms. choso doesn't even want to think about the amount of money he spent at this one claw machine but one look at your giddy face made it all worth it for him.

the two of you walk past another claw machine and choso then mentions how you remind him of my melody. so of course, now it was your turn to win the claw machine.

"watch and learn, cho," you said, exageratingly cracking your knuckles in preparation. "this is how it's done."

choso nearly walks out when you get the plush on the first try.

and since then, my melody remains at choso's place and badtz-maru sleeps comfortably on your bed.

but it's times like these where choso kind of regrets getting you the plush. the way you keep it in your lap makes him embarassingly and ridiculously jealous. but barely an hour into smoking together, choso forgets about his jealousy as you giggles fill the air of living room. ever since he found out you were a giggly, touchy high, he has done everything in his power to smoke with you. just when he thought you couldn't get cuter.

the knock on your door comes earlier than you expected. it makes you laugh every time because even though choso also has a spare key to your place, he always makes it a point to knock before entering.

you wait for him on your bed, trusting that he knew where to go by now. right on time, choso knocks on your bedroom door and waits for you to call out to him to open the door.

"how's my favorite girl doing?" he asks. choso puts the bag of drinks on the floor next to your bed and moves toward your closet. ever since he started coming to your place, you have established the rule that if he wants to sit on your bed, he would have to change out of his 'outside clothes'. so now, choso would keep a few clothes at your place whenever he would stay over.

it seems like second nature to choso now— the way you have molded yourself to be a part of his life without even trying.

"y'know you didn't have to come," you tell him as you lean back in your bed. "i feel bad making you ditch your parties like that."

choso responds to you as he strips his shirt. "i told you already, i much prefer being with you than taking shots with gojo and them."

even as he was speaking to you, you couldn't help but get distracted at his figure. it wasn't the first time you've seen him with his shirt off but it was a sight that never got old. you almost groaned in annoyance when he put a clean pj top on. choso notices and a smirk finds its way onto his face. he changes out of his jeans and puts on a pair of sweats before he lays down on his back next to you.

"you're getting terribly comfy and we haven't even started," you joke.

"you're way to easy to be around, sweetheart," choso tells you genuinely. "makes me clam and shit or whatever."

you laugh at him as you pack your grinder. "well don't fall asleep on me yet; i invited you over so you could roll for me."

"wow, so you're just using me, huh?"

"oh please, we both know you wouldn't mind that." you don't know what made you say that and you regret the words once you see the look on his face. but the shock quickly melts into something coy.

you clear your throat and quickly change the topic. this wasn't the first time the two of you would let some flirty comments slide but with each touch that lingered for too long and eye contact that held something a little more, it left you questioning your relationship with choso.

by now, you and choso were a handful of passes deep into this session. somehow, choso has gotten even closer to you. he had his head propped up on your pillows as you sunk deeper into his side. you were now practically laying on top of him, his hand laying under you and wrapping around your waist. he rubs random shapes into the skin of your hip as he takes a hit from the blunt in his other hand. he inhales and blows he smoke away from your face.

choso looks at your face; your eyes kept fluttering closed as you fought to stay awake. he chuckles at you before he places a kiss on your forehead, knowing you were already far too gone to remember this.

but you weren't too faded to feel his lips. you hum, "you trying to sneak kisses from me?" choso laughs even harder as you make a pout your lips out in an exaggerated kissy face. "go to sleep, baby."

"you'll be here when i wake up?"

this time, you feel another kiss on your cheek as choso answers you. "of course i will, im not leaving you."

you fall asleep soon enough but you swear you felt choso press his lips against yours in a touch so feather-light. hm, maybe you were dreaming?

better late than never!! im prob gonna keep going w this fic its super cute and i wanna make more msgs between choso and reader hehe, hope u enjoyed!!

HOW TO PRETEND !!

SYNOPSIS !! choso is initially a little irritated when his customers start dropping like flies. come to find out, they have only moved on to a different dealer, you! he did not expect to gain a crush on the girl who packs pre-rolls with hellokitty stickers. > plug!choso x plug!reader > fic + smau combo! mainly leaning towards smau thooo

AUTHOR'S NOTE !! WOOP WOOP poll isn't even finished yet but i was so bored guys... pt2 will honestly (maybe) come out tmr bc i have more ss but tumblr wouldn't let me add it on my phone ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌ꐦ,,) credits!! pics from pinterest, choso art from thatsallitchief (I THINK), divider from pixopix

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when choso's orders started declining, the last thing he expected was because someone else poached his regulars from him. and even more so, he never would have expected that the latest campus plug was a girl that used pink paper for rolling and put 'thank you' notes with her orders. it was sukuna that showed him what your packages looked like.

choso doesn't really know why he asked for your number. just like how he didn't know why sukuna was buying from someone else when sukuna usually bought from him. he decides to texts you on a whim.

choso buys a couple pre-rolls from you and asks to meet. from simply texting you, choso decides that you are a little too chipper to be a plug. but he supposes he wasn't one to judge.

he meets you at some random lot and his first thought is that you look exactly how you text. even from where you stood in the distance, you wave and give him a grin so wide choso is sure your cheeks hurt.

you meet midway and you greet him happily, "hiya! you're choso, right?"

he nods, "you're honestly exactly what i was expecting."

you tilt your head to the side in confusion, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothing bad, sweetheart, i promise," choso chuckles, pulling out his wallet and taking out the cash. "you just look like the kind of girl that sells pink pre-rolls and adds stickers as freebies."

you jokingly snatch the cash from his grasp. "and what's wrong with that, hm?"

"not a damn thing," choso tells you with a smirk.

later when choso heads back to his place and lights up the pre-roll he bought from you, he finds himself chuckling as he takes a puff from the pink joint. suddenly, he can't blame his regulars from buying from you. your shit was pretty damn good for the price and who wouldn't want to meet up with a cute girl to buy weed?

for the next few weeks, choso finds himself texting you pretty often. he doesn't know why yet but he's become infatuated with you. can you blame him?

choso lets out a sigh as he swipes out of your contact to message gojo.

edit ... pt here!!

part one!! part two!! it started out as small things. flowers that were surprisingly your favorite. some even came with small notes, letters woven with apologies but never signed. not like you needed to know who they were coming from. other times it was food doordashed to your place as if someone knew that you were getting off work late and didn't have time to eat. some times it was even packages from amazon of different things you've been wanting for a while; new art supplies, plushies, journals, etc.

all of it went in the trash. you made yourself clear on how you wanted things to end, it was not your fault nor your problem if sukuna could not grow up to respect that. you even went as far as to unblock him just to tell him to fuck off. he was able to send one message before the rest went green

yn stop sending shit to my place

sukuna yn please i just want to talk

i don't deserve it but please hello? ??

you suppose your message works for a couple days until you hear a knock at your door and open it to find his frat brothers, specifically gojo and geto.

"hey, yn!" gojo greets, a little too jolly. geto waves at you with a grin as well as you stand in your door way. you greet them in return and ask what they were doing at your place. they look at each other before gojo sighs. "don't take this the wrong way, but we're here to talk about sukuna-"

you try to slam the door in his face but you only end up closing the door on his foot.

"fuck me!" gojo cries out, falling to the floor and cradling his injured foot in his hands. geto steps around him and puts a hand on the door, preventing you from closing it.

"just hear us out, please," geto pleads.

"why should i?" you say. "you can't honestly expect me to take him back after the way he treated me, do you?"

"you don't know the full story-"

"and whats the full story? that he didn't just kiss all those girls, they fucked too? what a shocker-"

"can u just let us in?" gojo asks from where he sat on the floor. "not sure if you want us airing all of this out in the hall like this." you take a moment to think about before you open the door all the way for the both of them. after seeing gojo hobble into your apartment, you apologize for slamming the door on his foot. gojo and geto both take a seat on your couch as gojo waves off your apology, "don't mention it, i probably would've done the same thing if i was you."

geto nods in agreement, "i know how this might seem, yn; i mean two of your ex boyfriend's friends show up to your place and ask you to take him back does sound pretty sketch."

"so tell me one reason why i should listen to you, let alone him," you say, arms crossed.

"because you don't know the full story."

gojo eventually stops rubbing his foot when geto elbows him, silently telling him to take over. gojo grumbles something about him being a pussy before he looks to you. "we aren't really here to defend him. we know that he's an asshole, believe us. we just think you should know the truth about it all. sure, he liked the attention but he never liked those girls."

"everyone knew about sukuna's rep, even before he got with you. so girls throwing themselves onto him at parties wasn't exactly anything new," geto adds.

you roll your eyes, "way to rub it in. and this is supposed to convince me that he's the victim or something?"

"we're not trying to convince you of anything," gojo says with a shake of his head. "after you hear this side, none of us would blame you if you never even looked his way again. but you need to know that he never liked those girls, he never even kissed them back! the stories just made it seem like that but you never see how he shoved them away right after. even when he was wasted, he shoved them off and practically barfed like he ate shit."

"then he would end up at your place," geto finishes. "sukuna is a dick at best, even a cheater at worse. but it wasn't in the way that you thought. and of course, none of this excuses the way he treated you. even we don't know the full story but we know that you deserved better."

"so what? he's some saint now just because he never kissed those girls back?" you ask. "how do you expect me to believe this? why wouldn't he just explain himself if that is really what happened?"

"we're not too sure about that part," gojo admits in defeat. "maybe he really is just a sad son of a bitch and he thinks he deserves it or something— some self sabotaging thing."

"surprised you even know what that is," geto snorts.

gojo ignores him, "and surely you can see he's trying right? he's trying to be better for you."

"sending flowers and random bullshit isn't exactly the best improvement i could've gotten from him," you sigh.

"well he did try going to your place himself but toji always dragged him out of it, saying the last thing you wanted to see was him."

"toji's not exactly wrong," you mutter to yourself. "i mean— can you guys blame me? what would you do right now if you were me?"

"i really don't know," gojo shrugs. "im pretty grateful im not in your shoes, actually. to be honest, you don't even have to do anything. like i said, we didn't come here to convince you of anything. we just want you to know the truth." him and geto stand from your couch.

"well good luck with whatever you end up doing, yn," geto wishes you as he and gojo move to exit your apartment. but just before he leaves, he looks at you and says, "if you don't believe anything else we say, believe this; sukuna really does love you. i guess he's just not too good at showing it."

that leaves you with a sense of deja vu before your mind plays the scene of toji telling you something similar only a couple weeks ago. gojo and geto wave goodbye to you and close the door behind them, leaving you with your thoughts. who were you to take the words of your ex's friends? and even if their story was true, it did not excuse his behavior. you knew that much and you knew your worth. you end up heading out to take a walk, hoping to clear your thoughts. you don't see sukuna across the quad but he sees you. he knows he shouldn't go after you, that he didn't deserve a second of your time. but he couldn't stop his own feet from going after you. he catches up to you and the look you give him shatters the last bit of hope he held in his soul.

you look at him with confusion laced in pity. "sukuna," you greet blandly. you know that you haven't seen him in a while but he looked different. for the first time in a long while you couldn't smell alcohol on him.

"yn," sukuna begins, he takes a breath in as if preparing himself for the words he was about to say. "i love you, i really do. i know i never made it seem like it, but i swear to you. i love you in a way that ive never loved anything else."

a sigh escapes from you, "why are you telling me this?"

"because you told me to tell you when i was sober; but i meant it both times."

"that doesn't change anything," you say, trying to stay firm. "you know that, right? you know that you treated me like shit?"

"i know, and i also know that there's nothing i could do to make you forgive me. but that doesn't mean i won't try. i'm done with the parties, with the drinks, and all that bullshit. im just sorry it took me losing you to realize how much you really meant to me. i know i didn't show it before and im not making excuses— but your my first real relationship, yn. i know i fucked up, but please."

it felt weird to see sukuna begging for you like this so openly. so often in the relationship you found yourself begging for the bare minimum when things started going downhill. how ironic for it to all have ended like this.

"this doesn't fix anything," you tell him. you notice how defeated he looks and how his shoulders drop so you continue. "and if you make me regret giving you more shot, i swear i'll kill you myself."

he isn't perfect, you didn't expect him to be, but you can tell he's truly trying. true to his word, he turns down invites to parties and doesn't get wasted anymore. he's more consistent in his efforts with you, getting you gifts not because he's repenting or because you asked but because he loves you. but he will never forgive himself for only showing his love for you like this now.

"you deserve the world, yn," he tells you one night. "if im not the man that can give you everything you deserve, then ill learn to let you go. but if you stay with me, ill work everyday proving to you that i can be worthy of you and your love."

rating his cologne!! "hey yn, do i smell weird?"

"do you want me to be honest or supportive?" you ask, not bothering to look up from your laptop.

"i want you to be serious," sukuna says as he rolls his eyes.

the two of you were in a study room since sukuna wanted to hangout but you told him you had to work on a project for your class. he simply booked a study room for the two of you and told you to meet him there. and now, here you were trying to work on your project as sukuna distracts you. he pulls you closer to him by tugging on the arm rest of the rolling chair. you were now knee to knee with him as you faced each other, he didn't move his knee and neither did you.

"okay fine. yes, you smell weird," you answer, hoping the subtle heat you felt in your cheeks wasn't obvious.

sukuna deadpans. "you haven't even smelled it yet." he then holds up the inside of his wrist to you; you look between him and his wrist before you sigh. you take his wrist in one hand and bring it closer to your face, taking in the cologne. you don't see how sukuna's jaw subtley and he hopes you don't feel his rapid heart ratee on the tips of your fingers.

you pull away and drop his wrist, he immediately misses your touch. "mm it's a little strong but it's not bad, 8.3 out of 10."

"that's oddly specific," sukuna says.

"you asked me to rate it, don't complain now."

this goes on for a few more days. whenever the two of you would see each other in class or when you hung out, he would ask you if his cologne smelled odd. you didn't bat an eye at it, thinking it was normal. afterall, you would also want someone to be honest with you if your perfume smelled odd. he told you he splurged on some cologne and wanted to find one that suited him, so you decided to help by providing your input. eventually, when sukuna stopped asking you didn't bother asking him why; you simply assumed you had finished rating his collection. but one day when you were sitting rather close to him, you caught a whiff of a familiar cologne you rated a couple days ago.

"hey, which one are you wearing today?" you ask.

sukuna shrugs, "it's the one you rated 9.9."

you raise a brow, while you did really like this one, sukuna had told you he wasn't the biggest fan of the undertones. "you also said you didn't like that one though."

"yeah but you liked it— said it suited me, so i took your word for it."

sending you pictures everytime he sees your favorite animal!! you were scrolling on tiktok when you see a notification from him pop up on the top of your phone that says he sent you a picture. you click open it to see a picture of a plushie of your favorite animal.

ryomen image attached

yn awee cute! you gonna buy it or something ahaha

ryomen nah. just reminded me of you

yn ??

ryomen you said it was your fav?

this was the first time it happened but certaintly not the last. whenever he was out or traveling, he would send you a picture of your favorite animal. whether it was a plushie in the mall or if it was at the zoo whenever he took his nephews. he would send a picture, no message attached, and just say that it reminded him of you. when you bring up why he does it one day, he looks away as if he was embarassed.

"i hope it's not annoying or anything, just thought you would like it."

you shake your head and grin, "oh no, it's not annoying at all, ryo. it's actually kind of cute. kinda sounds like you like me or something." you say it as a joke, not really meaning it especially since you couldn't see sukuna liking you in that way. you laugh at yourself and don't notice the sort of longing look in his eyes.

he only flicks your forehead and says, "don't think about it too much."

bringing your essentials to a sad movie!! you should've known better than to watch sheep detectives. just barely half way through the movie and you were already crying. you try to keep your sniffling to a minimum, especially since you didn't want to get any on the jacket sukuna lended you. then, you feel something land in your lap. you look down to find a small pack of tissues, you look to your side to see sukuna still watching the movie. he feels your gaze on him and he looks at you with a smirk. he then mouths the words 'crybaby' before going back to watch the movie. if there weren't other people in that theater, you would've thrown the tissues right back at his face.

by the time the movie is over, you already know you have tear stains all over your makeup. you walk out of the theater arm linked with sukuna as you blow your nose. "no way you have me crying over sheep."

sukuna laughs, "wasn't it your idea to watch the movie?"

"shut it," you say, taking your arm away from him and reaching into your purse to pull out your phone. just as you thought, your makeup is already messed up and you forgot to bring your mini pouch for your things. "damn i knew we should've gone to the movies last."

"why?"

"my makeup is all ruined and we still haven't gotten food yet."

"don't cry too much, you're makeup will mess up even more," he scolds. "c'mon, i have some of your stuff in my car." imagine your surprise when you get back to sukuna's car and see that the passenger glove compartment is filled with makeup. mainly minis but all your favorite brands and all your shade.

"what is this? you an aspiring drag queen or something?" you joke.

"ha ha, surprised you still have jokes in you after bawling your eyes out." now that the two of you were alone in the car, you don't hold back and throw the pack of tissues in his face. he only laughs even more, picking up the pack of tissues and tossing it in the center console where you see more mini tissue packs.

"you haven't answered my question, ryo," you say. "why do you have this stuff?"

sukuna looks at you as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. he fiddles with his aux as he answers you, "last time we went to watch a sad move and you cried your makeup off, you cried some more because you couldn't fix it. so hurry up and do whatever shit you have to do."

when you pull the mirror down, you see he installed a bigger car mirror visor. it even lights up to mimic the vanity mirror you have at home. you decide not to make a comment on it since you could tell he was a little embarassed, especially with how he changed topics so quickly and started talking about the movie.

"you're probably a winter sheep, crybaby."

"weren't you paying attention? a winter sheep is the best kind of sheep, jackass."

divider creds to @/saradika-graphics !! a/n : writing slump who?? three back to back fics lez go!! looking back on it, these moments do still feel casual to me but idk („• ֊ •„) my friends seemed very adamant that these were NOT casual LOL

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you knew what you were getting into when you started dating sukuna; you knew the rep that surrounded him and the rumors that would follow. but some part of you—albiet a rather stupid part— thought that it wouldn't matter. you were in love, weren't you? at least that's what it felt like for some short time. those times quickly faded and were replaced by mere late night hookups and even later phone calls after days of radio silence from him.

today just happened to be one of the days where he stumbled back to your apartment and into your arms. perhaps another version of you would believe that he always came back to you because he loved you. now, as you look as his disheveled appearance and smell the perfume of another girl, you truly don't know what to think.

"hey, baby." he slurs over his words and the smile on his face would have had you fooled a couple of months ago. but you know better by now. and yet, you still don't push him away when he leans in for a kiss and walks into your apartment as if he owns the place. he pulls away from your lips but his hands stayed on your hips, preventing you from moving away. “y’know i love u right, baby?” sukuna says. maybe you would believe him if you couldnt practically taste the alcohol on him. in other circumstances, you wouldve thought he was really looking at you like he loved you. too bad you could see how red his eyes were. and if you looked even closer, you could see some remnants of glitter on his skin.

 it wasn't a shocker that sukuna was going to clubs and making out with other girls. you've seen the posts, heard the stories, and you've grown numb to it now. it's not like what you had with sukuna was official anyways. he could call you his girlfriend all he wanted and vice versa, but nothing would change the fact that what you had was not a relationship.

you put your hands over his and force his hands off of you. he practically whines at the loss of touch but you try to stay firm.

"what are you doing here, sukuna?" you ask.

"came to see my girl," sukuna says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "what's so wrong with me coming to visit you?"

because you never do unless your drunk off your ass, you think to yourself. you contemplate voicing your thoughts but decide against it. you were already exhausted and the last thing you wanted to deal with was the man standing in front of you vying for your touch. you contemplate calling one of his frat brothers to come pick him up, not wanting to deal with him tonight but his voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"i feel like we never see each other anymore," he mutters, a frown prominent on his face.

"and who's fault is that?"

"are you mad at me or something?"

you rub your temples in an effort to ease the growing headache, "i'm just tired sukuna-"

"you never call me that unless your mad."

"it's your name, sukuna," you respond, emphasizing on his name causing his scowl to deepen. he's quick to step into your space and pull you into a hug once more, one you don't return. you feel him mutter something in the crevice of your neck. "what are you doing?"

"i said i love you," he repeats louder. "you never said it back."

"maybe tell me when your sober and i will."

"but im saying it now."

you push him away once more, making sure to keep him at an arm's length away now. "but you never mean it, do you?" his silence tells you everything you need to know. you sigh and drag him to the couch before pushing him onto the cushions. "you can stay here for the night but you're out of here when i wake up, understand?"

"you don't mean that, pretty baby," he smirks groggily, getting comfortable on your couch.

he's right, you didn't. but he didn't need to know that for now. you would deal with his ass in the morning. you toss a throw blanket on his face, "go to sleep, ryo."

before you get a chance to walk away, he grabs your wrist, "sleep with me?" the man is practically passed out but his grip is still a little firm. even then, it takes little effort from you to pry his fingers from your wrist. he's practically snoring by the time you've walked away. you pull out your phone and scroll through your contacts until you land on toji's. you text him, knowing damn well he wouldn't answer a phone call, and head to your bedroom.

you i need you to get sukuna out of my apt

toji doesn't respond until ten minutes later and answers with only a thumbs up. you stay up long enough to hear the knock on your door and open it to find toji and shiu. they greet you lightly and move to sukuna, who was passed out and drooling on your couch. toji and shiu hoist him up, one of sukuna's arms on each of their shoulders so they are carrying him in between.

"is this your way of ending it officially?" toji asks, adjusting his grip on sukuna's arm, ignoring his unconcious grumbles.

"i'll shoot him a text or something in case this isn't obvious enough. get him to pick up his shit tomorrow," you shrug off, trying to come off as indifferent as possible.

shiu whinces, "ouch- harsh even for this asshole."

you narrow your eyes, "if you're going to defend him, i should've just dragged him and left him out there."

"and he would've deserved every last bit, sweetheart," toji says. him and shiu move for the door but just before they leave, toji looks at you over his shoulder. "i know he doesn't make it seem like it, but he really does love you, yn."

you shake your head softly but you do your best to give him a smile. "goodnight toji. night shiu." they bid you farewell and you close the door. you take out your phone from your pocket and click on sukuna's contact. you spend too much effort crafting the message and too much time re-reading it. you hit send before you have a chance of backing out and block him quickly after.

it's over ryomen. ill have your stuff ready for you in the morning.

you honestly just never thought of bringing it up, it didn't seem too important and you honestly just did the voice acting gig as something for fun. from your point of view, it wasn't such a big accomplishment. so imagine your amusement when you're over at sukuna's place and he's watching an anime where you voice one of the main characters.

you enter the apartment as if you owned it (which you practically did with how often you were over at his place) and see the anime playing on the screen. specifically, a scene where your character monologues. "what'cha watching, ryo?" you ask as you take your shoes off and close the door behind you before marching over to your boyfriend where he sat on the couch.

he tells you the name and opens his arm on one side, letting you take a seat next to him on the couch. "the same one i usually watch," he tells you, placing a kiss on the side of your forehead as a greeting. "one of my favorite ones."

"ohh," you hum. "you got a crush on one of the girls or something?"

sukuna lets out a mock laugh, "real funny, baby."

you narrow your eyes, "you aren't denying anything."

"i just think her character is cool, nothing like that."

now, you decide to have your fun. "isn't she the girl in those edits you repost?"

"don't tell me your still mad about that," he grumbles.

you playfully smack his arm and get off the couch to head to the kitchen. "whatever, not like i care. what does she even say?" you hum in 'thought'. you deliver one of the famous lines but you keep your usual voice instead of the voice for your character. you see sukuna perk up and turns around to face you with narrowed eyes. you bite your tongue to prevent the smile from growing on your face. you turn your back to him and open the fridge to hide your face.

sukuna knows that you're just messing with him but for some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that you sounded awfully familiar to the girl from the anime. he doesn't know why but something told him to skip forward to see the end credits. once the screen fades to black and the white text floods his tv, he eagerly scans the names for the character. and of course, there's your name.

he rubs his eyes behind his glasses, making sure that they weren't playing tricks on him. he even pauses the screen and gets up to look at the name. but there it is, staring right back at him clear as day.

you don't hear him approach you but you do feel it when he comes up behind you and bear hugs you, putting his head on your shoulder. "so when were you going to tell me that you voiced one of my favorite characters, hm?"

you try to play dumb, "i- uhm, i don't know what you're talking about?"

he tickles you on your side for your lie. "liar, i saw your name on the tv screen, dummy."

you try to speak through the laughs, "i just didn't think it was a big deal!"

he turns you around but keeps your body close to his, "anything else your keeping from me? do you make asmr or something too?"

you shove your hand into his face, "i bet you wish i did!"

he takes your hand off his face by grabbing your wrist to reveal a shit-eating grin. "i don't need asmr when i have the real thing."

a/n!! i'm so sorry this took forever to respond to ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡ i hope this lived up to your expectations, esp with the wait time!! kisses besos cutie xx taglist!! @cttelina @bunbun812 @oksukuna @kriitee @bleepybl00p @sailormarsinanotherlife

it was supposed to be a simple photo-shoot; one setting of many to come. the park was beautiful and the nature was perfect for the vibe you were going for so it was only natural to take your pictures there. you and sukuna had taken your first look pictures here and of course, he cried no matter how much he tried to stop the waterworks. you were now taking your solo shots, the wind blowing in your veil and dress making the shots perfect. so perfect that you seemed to attract a crowd of onlookers— very tiny onlookers.

you heard their whispers and turned to the side to see a small group of children crowded together. they point at you and mutter as sukuna narrows his eyes slightly, he never was a fan of the leeches called children.

"oh hi there!" you say, voice kind. "i'm sorry, were you guys trying to play here in the grass?"

sukuna is close to telling them to scram when one of the young girls steps forward, "miss, are you a princess?" the others behind her nod in agreement and you even hear comments of them calling you magical.

your heart swells at this, "oh sweetie, i'm not a princess."

"you have to be!" one of the boys exclaims, seeming to be sure of himself. "you're pretty like a princess and you're wearing a dress!"

"yeah and he's a knight!" another girl says, pointing at sukuna who was standing to the side, arms crossed.

before sukuna can even defend himself, another adult jogs up to them. "oh my goodness, i am so sorry! kids lets go, leave the nice lady to take her pictures." the woman seems to be a mother of some of the children and she tries to usher them away as she apologizes to you.

"please, can we take a picture with the princess!" one of the kids asks. the others are quick with their pleads, all asking to get a picture and talk with you, the "princess".

the mom goes to apologize again but you wave her off, "i truly don't mind taking a pictures with the kiddos." the kids cheer and swerve around the woman just as you finish your sentence. and while they swarm around you, you can tell that they are careful to not step on your dress. you crouch down to be at their level as you compliment their hair and ask them what they like to play at the park. some of them are still shy, truly believing that you were a magical princess from some story book. the others were lively and asked you all sorts of questions. like what kind of princess you were, where your kingdom was, and why your knight seemed so grumpy. you ultimately gave up on trying to convince them that you were no princess but you did laugh at the comment of them asking why your knight was always seen with a scowl.

you take your pictures with them, some on their parents' phones and others with your photographer. after all, how perfect was it to capture this moment. being authentically called a princess on your wedding day was practically a sign from the universe. just before the kids leave, they all to take one last group photo but this time, with your 'grumpy knight'.

"you must be pretty strong to protect the princess, huh mister knight," one of the boys asks.

sukuna doesn't know why, but even he decides to play along, "gotta protect her from the monsters, kid."

the kids are in awe and sukuna doesn't even know what possessed him to pick up two of the kids and put one on each shoulder. all the kids giggle in excitement as two more kids jump on him, one on each arm that was used to keep the kids on his shoulders stable. the last kid is the girl that first approached you. you pick her up and tell the kids to smile at the cameras. after some photos were snapped, you and sukuna put the kids down even with their protests. each of their respective parents come to take them away, all apologizing for the trouble and offering congratulations on your wedding.

as the kids wave you goodbye, you see sukuna wave back out of the corner of your eye. you turn to him with a grin on your face, "since when were you such a fan of kids, ryo?"

"i'm not," he says gruffly, quickly putting his hand down to stop waving. "hate those booger brats."

"mhm, sure you do."

EXTRA: years after your wedding and a handful of anniversaries, you always find yourself looking through the photo album of your wedding. no matter how many times you look at the photos, you always find yourself stopping at a certain page. the page that contained several pictures of you and sukuna at the park surrounded by children that were not yours.

sukuna finds you reminiscing on the photo album and doesn't even need to look to know exactly what page you're on.

"wonder where those brats are at now," sukuna says. you hum in response, allowing him to continue with, "probably still walking around calling your ass a princess."

"are you saying im not a princess, ryomen?"

"with how long i've been married to you? you're a queen now, baby."

when sukuna first started dating you, he knew you changed your appearance often. mainly, your hair. almost every few months your hair would change color and more often than not, the colors would be anything but a natural color. he never minded this; in fact, he thought it was kind of cool. when the two of you officially got together, he jokingly offered to help you dye your hair a pink to match his. he didn't expect you head to your bathroom and get the materials ready.

the first couple of times he is present when you're dyeing your hair, he doesn't do much other than hand you stuff. he knows your very meticulous about the process and honestly didn't trust him to even touch the dye. but eventually, you are ready to put him to the test.

he was nervous to say the least, but you offered help here and there. but you mainly sat back and let him brush the dye into the sections of your hair. after rinsing out the dye and inspecting the job your boyfriend did, you give him a big kiss as a thanks.

"i'm surprised it didn't come out patchy," you commend as you look at your hair in the mirror. "well done, ryo!"

"you could have a little more faith in me, you know," he complains. "i've seen you do this shit plenty of times."

"well since you're such a pro i guess you can take over dyeing my hair from now on, huh?"

surprisingly, sukuna rises to the challenge. from then on, he is the one sectioning your hair, lathering in the dye, and even rinsing it off. and he does it all for the small, small price of a kiss from you. sometimes, he'll even let you use the residue on his hair. now he doesn't do it as often as you, but his favorite style was the black ghost roots you did on him using the left over dye from when you gave yourself fox tips.

sukuna is usually seen with his signature pink hair, but every now and then he will be seen with hair to match yours. and if he's not, he's sporting a look he gets to tell everyone his girlfriend did.

he has no problem funding your hair activities, especially after shopping with you once and hearing you complain of the prices. he handed you his card without another word. his only demand in exchange was to be able to do your hair. he finds it calming and almost reassuring how trusting you are with him with your hair. he knows well and good how much effort you put in it to maintain and nourish it. so it fills his chest with pride whenever you let him dye your hair.

"i'm surprised your hair hasn't fallen out by now," he said one time.

"i don't bleach my hair often, ryo. i've only done it twice, the bleach is what hurts your hair. not so much the dye," you lecture. this goes on as you tell him about different hair care routines you use before you move on to talking about what he should do. "you're hair gets super oily," you say. "but it's not shiny." sukuna will ignore your insults and simply go with it.

but he will never admit how grateful he is that he listened to you because his hair has never been softer. not that he cares of course. definitely not.

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR BODYGUARD!!

SNEAK PEAK !! you have far too much money in your hands and, as luck would have it, you are in dire need of a bodyguard. you meet sukuna on the train and one glance at his (to say the least) ginormous stature and intimidating expression, you knew he was perfect for the job! celeb!reader x bodyguard!sukuna

RINA SAYS !! a little treat as a thank you for 1k!! i want to do a little celebration/special for 1k but im not too sure what... if u guys have any reqs lmk! w/c: 3.3k not proofread!

TAGLIST !! @cttelina @bunbun812 @oksukuna @kriitee @bleepybl00p @sailormarsinanotherlife @sukusdoll @snowstriper101 CREDITS !! pictures from pinterest! sukuna art from @/jadore_lilly_ on tt! divider from @/chrissiren

if it was up to your manager, you would never see the light of day again if you didn't have a full team of people to follow help you around. and you loved them, truly! they were always so quick to help and they really did help when the paparazzi was too much and starting to get a little physical. but sometimes, all you wanted was to go out, get some coffee, and do it alone.

but you suppose that now you regret doing so because of course, the one time you sneak away without your group of security guys, the paparazzi had to find you. at first, you indulged in them a little; signed some things and took pictures but after a while, you were already checked out. it was a miracle you were even able to get past them and down into the subway. you jumped as many steps as you could and turned around to be sure you had lost them. you could still hear some footsteps chasing after you so you pulled your hoodie up and your glasses on, trying to act as normal as you could for someone who just ran two blocks and jumped down three flights of stairs. you could still hear the footsteps so you planned on getting onto the first car that opened its doors. when the doors slid open to reveal a completely empty car, you grimace and move to the next one. that's when you bump into him.

on contrary to popular opinion, sukuna was not as nonchalant as people believed him to be. he was not the type to go to a party just to lean up against the wall and drink all by his lonesome. because of his tattoos and how people judged him based off face-value, they always just assumed he was the "nonchalant type". the kind of guy that kept to himself and let his friends do all the rowdiness for him. those people could not be more wrong. at most, if not all parties, sukuna was the one dragging toji to beer pong or the one initiating a round of body shots (now he will refuse body shots unless it's with you and only you).

now, he wasn't as out-going as gojo, but at the same time, he wasn't as reserved as nanami. when he first started dating you, he knew you were also far from quiet. but he never expected this.

on the subway back home from clubbing with your friend group, you were never shy to make conversation with the people on the car with you. whether it was about something as trivial as liking the shade of their shirt or betting on some random sports team. just the other day, you got into a heated debate with an older gentleman about the NBA Finals. you often watched the games with sukuna but you always get a little more fierce after a few shots of liquid gold.

"spurs are taking it all this year, kid. kiss my ass!" the older man said, clearly a little off his rocker too. had it been under a different circumstance, sukuna would have kicked the old man's ass for talking to you in such a way. but he could see that the two of you were enjoying yourselves and merely messing around. he knew how sports fans could get and he knew it was no big deal. nevertheless, he kept you at his side with an arm wrapped around your waist to steady your drunk self.

"you kiss my ass. you and trae young!" you exclaimed, not minding the eyes and laughs. some others even added on a fuck trae young! after your declaration. "just you wait, you'll bask in the victory of the knicks soon enough, gramps."

at parties, you always seemed to bask in the limelight. it was never on purpose or in an attention-seeking way but people just gravitated towards you. your personality was like a beautiful fire for the pests that were the nobodies at the frequent frat parties. whether it was dominating at beer pong or cheering the loudest when someone was shotgunning, ever instance told sukuna that you had zero social anxiety. you never minded the people looking at you or the ones muttering under their breath. he once asked you why it never bothered you and you looked at him as if he grew three heads.

you raise a brow at his question, "why should i care if other people like me? shit, i don't even like some other people. no point in catering to others when it doesn't benefit anyone."

these were one of the many things sukuna admired about you; your absolute disregard to the negative things people may have to say about you. because at the end of the day, no one knows your character better than yourself so what difference does it make if others judged you?

unfortunately, sometimes your lack of social anxiety just meant that you didn't care about making a fool of yourself and sukuna in public. sukuna was never easy to embarrass but you were on a completely different level. he supposes this is what he gets for even picking a fight with you.

one time, the two of you were at target doing some light shopping. he thought it would be funny to make a loud joke. he picks up a bottle of mouth wash and loudly says, "hey babe, didn't your dentist say you needed this for bad breath?"

you looked shocked for a fraction of a second before he practically watches your plan form in real time. in an even louder voice, you call out, "yeah but we're here for your hemorrhoid cream! where's the one that's safe to use on your ass?"

sukuna never tries you in public again. it is still a running joke that he "has ass hemorrhoids".

thought of this watching a vid of payton, max, and jordan taglist!! @cttelina @bunbun812 @oksukuna @kriitee @bleepybl00p

MAKE MY HEART RACE!! II

SYNOPSIS !! as promised, sukuna wins his next race. according to him, you now owe him a date. but who says you weren't going to make him work for it? read part one here!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE !! im so sorry this took a while everyone T^T but ayy highschool is officially finished ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ i hope you like this part 2!! w/c 1.2k cred!! su2kuna (got it from pinterest !) holy hell he looks so fine in this omg im hard. divider from chataeubarnes

TAGLIST !! @chuuyashatdust @pesicolacoochie @icebearcucumber @onlyfanfictasies @aiz-00. @bunbun812 @chuuren @marsbloggie @satowuuu @kalulakunundrum @bluestbleu @manayoyo @hyori2 @dazzlingstarlight23 @xvqmp1r3 @gojomylove7 @surgikull @seellove @kentonami sukuna permanent taglist!! @cttelina @bunbun812 @oksukuna @kriitee

true to his word, sukuna won his next race. and this time, it wasn't just luck. fastest laps and sole position in first from lights to checkered flag. you knew exactly what he was doing, he was making a statment. and of course, you were there in the media pen after the race just like last time. similar to last time, he found himself almost gravitating to where you stood against the barricade, mic in hand and a coy smile on your face.

he enters the pen with an aura of confidence practically dripping off of him. he ignores the questions other reporters shoot at him and approach you, "the reporter with the bad attitude. miss me?"

you ignore his jab and offer a professional smile, "impressive race today, i can see that you actually are capable of improvement."

"what? no notes for me today?" sukuna says, tilting his head to the side slightly in faux-confusion.

"only that you should try listening to your pit more often, it seemed to pay off today. strong pace, good defense, and surprisingly disciplined tire management."

sukuna shrugs nonchalantly, "what can i say? im a changed man."

you quirk an eyebrow at this, deciding to play into his bit, "is that so? is there a lucky girl we don't know about?"

"wouldn't know," sukuna replies, remaining as cocky as ever. "she didn't give me a real answer when i asked her out."

"well, keep at it," you offer him. "maybe she's had a change of heart."

after a round of boring questions, sukuna practically chases you down once you leave the media groups. he didn't care about the flashing lights from the cameras and the eyes that watched as he stood in front of you to prevent you from walking away. you can see the flickering lights from the cameras and almost hear the whispers if you strained your ears enough. while there was still loud chatter from other interviews taking place, there was an unfortunate amount of eyes on the two of you.

"you realize this is a pr nightmare, yes?"

"good thing i don't care about mine."

"that much is painfully obvious."

his grin widens, you can tell he enjoys these little battle of quips between the two of you. how each of your comments border between annoyed jabs and flirtation.

"well, are you gonna give me an answer?" sukuna asks once more.

you sigh, "you are incredibly persistent." at the proud look on his face, you add on, "that is not a compliment in this situation. do you really think one win makes you suddenly charming?" you side step him and continue to walk away, hoping to get away from the press rather than him. thankfully, he seems to pick up on your idea and follows you. with his height, he could have easily overtaken you in a couple steps, but he chooses to follow slightly behind as he keeps pestering you.

"even you have to admit that wasn't just some win, sweetheart," sukuna scoffs. "that was pure domination. don't you think i deserve a little reward for my victory?"

you keep your steady pace away from the padlock and towards the lot where reporters and media parked their cars and van. it was empty and away from any prying eyes since they were all still doing their jobs. which, honestly, you should be doing right about now. you voice as much to the man in front of you. "most drivers often shower in champagne and party in celebration of winning. why are you so intent on harassing a simple reporter as your 'reward'?"

"'harassing' is pretty harsh," he mumbles. he evidently shakes it off, "fine then. let me make it easy for you. i'll take you to dinner tonight, be ready at eight?"

"now you're not even giving me a choice?"

"would you really have said no?" his confidence irks you to no end. but with the way you hesitated to bite back, it tells sukuna everything he needs to know. so instead, you ignore him and inquire about the restaurant. "it's an italian place up in the city."

"i don't enjoy italian food."

"then there's an american steak house."

"too meaty and not quite savory."

"well there's a japanese place with amazing sushi, i even know the chef personally."

"you have every trick up your sleeve, don't you?" you say. "just how desperate are you for this date, sukuna?"

though you don't know it yet, sukuna loved the way his name sounded when it came from your lips. "must you be so cruel to me? it's not like you'll actually say no to me, anyways."

you sigh in defeat, "fine. one date, if nothing else i am true to my word."

sukuna is practically beaming by now, "8o'clock. don't be late." you exchange numbers and information with sukuna before he leaves with a prouder look on his face. it seemed more overjoyed to have scored a date with you than having won a race.

while you expected for a professional driver to be punctual but for some reason you didn't expect for sukuna to also fall into that stereotype. he arrived ten minutes earlier than the agreed upon time of eight and texted you that he was outside your condo.

ryomen s. You ready for our DATE?

yn l. Must you really rub it in?

ryomen s. Just let me enjoy this a little, alright sweetheart?

you simply react to this message with a small heart before you grab a small purse that compliments your outfit and walk out. you exit the building shortly after to find a rather luxurious car. sukuna steps out of the driver's seat and you notice the falter in his step as he takes in your appearance. you approach him with a coy smile on your face and he covers up his not-so-subtle shock on his face with a classic grin.

"you clean up real nice, miss ln," sukuna says, offering you a hand to walk you to the passenger side. he opens the door with his free hand and guides you in, letting his touch linger ever so slightly before closing the door and getting in the driver's seat.

he starts the car and drives out of the lot. "i could say the same for you." he wore a simple black button down and slacks to match. the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up almost past his forearms, just enough for you to see part of the sleeve on his arm and how the muscles underneath the cloth were practically ripping the seams.

"bet you don't regret going on this date with me now, huh?" sukuna says over the low rumble of his engine.

"the 'date' part hasn't even started," you chuckle. "don't get ahead of yourself."

sukuna laughs with you, "gonna give me pointers after our date?"

"only if you don't perform to my standards."

at the red light he looks at you, eyes full of pride and a cocky glint. "don't you worry about my performance. i'm sure i'll prove to be more than adequate for your tastes, sweetheart."

im sorry she's a little short (◞‸ ◟)💧 i wanted to get her out this week as promised but i was only able to work on her today because of my evil english teacher and work schedule. nevertheless, i hope you guys enjoyed her!

when you died, sukuna erased everything about you from the physical realm. no statues in your memory, no songs about your beauty, and no poetry of the tragedy of your love. at first, he did it all in rage. when you were dead and your ashes blew away with the wind, he tore down the house he had built to foster the love in your relationship. he burned the letters you saved, correspondences between the two of you when he was away and drowning in the feeling of your absence. he destroyed everything that reminded him of you, everything that would haunt him in the years to come in solitude now that you were gone.

angered by everything around him but especially angered by how helpless he felt in the days leading up to your death. the king of curses, ryomen sukuna, bested by time. utterly ridiculous.

"no one is above fate" you had told him once. before all of this and before you had fallen ill. thinking back on it, it seemed like a cruel joke. but at the time sukuna had scoffed. the idea of fate seemed so far at the time, and even more idiotic. in this world, there was no god but him. at least, he tried to convince himself. in the end, you were right; no one, not even ryomen sukuna, was above fate.

while sukuna refused and fought against the circumstances until the day of your death, the most heart wrenching part of it all was how accepting you were to your demise.

you no longer fought back the symptoms and your impending end. partly because you no longer had the energy or strength to do so. sukuna knew that you only indulged in the medicine and constant visits from healers for his sake rather than yours. the both of you knew it was a futile effort. but this was not the woman sukuna had fallen in love with. he even told you as much in an argument that had gone too far.

"you were never this weak," sukuna spat in frustration. "my wife must possess the strength to overcome-"

"your wife," you interrupted, calm and so terribly exhausted, "is dying, ryomen. there is no medicine or cursed technique that can overcome time and fate. i will not let you curse me for something out of my control."

sukuna never cried. but the first time he did was this night; when the argument had festered into something harsher and he revealed a brutality he once swore never to show around you. but in this moment, he saw you. truly saw you; how frail and thin you had gotten over time since the sickness had overcome you, how your voice became lighter and weaker in a way that made bile rise in his throat, but most of all how deathly beautiful you remained. despite the effects of the terrible illness, his wife was divine. sukuna remembers the feeling of cold tears pouring in his eyes before he fell on his knees to the side of the bed. even kneeling, with his height and stature he still towered over you but he never once felt small until now. he wrapped his arms around your frame, his touch more delicate and careful than it ever was.

he weeped because his wife was dying. and all the power and status he possessed was useless.

after your death, his rage only ceased when he found a small woven basket in the ruins of your home. he was surprised that it was able to survive against his power. picking it up, he finds a talisman protecting it from damage. he opens the box to find a flower bud encased in a clear amber sphere. he recognizes the flower as the same ones you decorated the shrine with on your wedding day. he also finds a note in the box.

an unbloomed flower to represent the beginning of a new love!

he feels the tears pool in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. instead, he places the note and amber bud back into the basket. he digs a small hole and places the items in before covering it up and leaving the ruins of his former home with you.

the world has nothing to remember you by because sukuna is a selfish man. he believes nothing on this earth-mortal, curse, or even god- deserves the right to bear witness to you and the love you shared with him. so he keeps you in his heart even when you are long gone.

zᶻ ૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ woah i havent done angst in a minute... this is a little sneakpeak "the longest goodbye"! its gonna be like, dead wife haunting the narrative, yearning/mourning sukuna, etc taglist!! @cttelina @bunbun812