thank u for the tag @oncasette ily <3

these all surprisingly suit each other very well LMAO

Thank you for the tag bby!

Can you guess my fav colour? I know Pinterest can lol

thank you dawn for the tag! <3

this took me way longer than it should’ve #indecisive

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ frat!kuna headcannons ✷

ⓘ frat!kuna was far from your typical prince charming... | art by su2kuna on x

» frat!kuna who's the textbook definition of a walking red flag, the one's parents warned their daughters about before sending them off to college, the ones police knew on a first-name basis, & the one's every girl on campus raved about in their group chats.

» frat!kuna who's body was a field day for metal detectors, adorned in body jewelry ranging from facial to more daring ones hidden below the belt. he looked like he'd walked straight out of a 2000s teen movie, backpack slung over one broad shoulder, tattooed skin, baggy jeans and band tees he'd stolen from suguru.

» frat!kuna who had more assault charges and, ironically, hot mugshots from frat parties than one could count on hands; satoru and suguru were quick to intervene, toji laughed, choso winced, and nanami tsked like an unimpressed father. in sukuna's latest arrest, he attempted to convince the police his fist 'slipped' and somehow connected to naoya’s jaw. purely accidental.

» frat!kuna who's room in the frat house smelled of lingering teen spirit, weed from his new dealer, the musk of sex, and cologne to 'conceal it.' a forgotten bra from a blurry hookup last saturday swept under his bed, a pile of two-week-old laundry in his hamper, his walls covered with random band posters, warning signs, and magazines of half-naked girls. 

» frat!kuna who spent most his days being a pain in the ass, getting high, fucking around, or practicing his boxing skills at the gym. he despised this cycle, though he believed it was all he'd ever amount to. hiding how smart he truly was, how he read psychology books because they genuinely intrigued him, or how the fog and rain seemed to capture his soul.

» frat!kuna who first saw you in a vinyl shop, and felt like he'd seen an angel that day. who knew angels listened to cigarettes after sex and paramore? he watched the way you hummed songs under your breath, jewelry jingled as you thumbed through the selections, greeted the cashier as if you were a regular--and suddenly the phrase, 'love at first sight' almost made sense.

» frat!kuna who found himself wanting to truly get to know you, not just get in your pants like any other girl. his red eyes searching for you around campus, trying to learn your schedule, watching the way you studied hard for exams in the library on quiet nights, or how you always sprinted toward your dorm when it was late, like you feared being chased--cute, he noted to never let you go alone again.

» frat!kuna who finally got your number, thanks to the help of choso, and asked you on an official date he meticulously planned, knowing you were more artsy. he ended up sounding like an idiot trying to form the right words and ryomen sukuna never fumbled around with girls, except you. those pretty eyes waiting patiently were almost too much for his hardened heart. "you and me...the museum downtown this friday?" "i mean...if you want. i'm not forcing you, i--fuck. ignore that. ignore me."

note written for this request ! first time writing for choso !!! i hope he’s whiny and slutty enough :33

cw voyeurism, reader watches choso and he doesn't know, mutual masturbation

you click the door shut behind you as you kick your shoes off at the front of your shared apartment. after a failed attempt at trying to find one specific ingredient for the dinner you were supposed to make, all you wanted to do was flop on to the couch and binge your favourite show with your roommate, choso, preferably over some takeaway.

you're about to jump straight into the shower (the markets were unbearably hot, today) when you hear loud groans from choso’s room. you think nothing of it—he’s probably grinding out resident evil like he has been for the past week. until they start getting louder and he almost sounds like he’s in pain? you pad over to his door, which is slightly ajar. you know you shouldn’t look, not without knocking. but, as a dutiful roommate, it was basically your obligation to make sure he was okay. so you peer through the crack in his door. 

choso is sprawled out on his bed, one hand stroking his leaking cock whilst the other fists his sheets. 

oh my god. 

your mind races with unashamed lust, heart hammering against your ribcage. you should look away, leave, pretend you never saw this. but something in you possesses you to stay. maybe it’s the way his long, slender fingers wrap around his length, squeezing lightly until his tip is flushed a pretty pink and beads of pearlescent precum spill over his knuckles. maybe it’s the way he whimpers, muscled abdomen flexing with every shaky breath he takes. or maybe it’s the way that heat pools low in your stomach, the shame of watching him coiling into a throbbing ache between your legs. 

you watch, in awe, at how he hisses through his teeth every time his thumb brushes over his slit, at the crease between his eyebrows, at the arch of his back off the bed when he speeds up his tempo. you should leave. now. but how can you? the sounds he’s making are just so pretty—whining as he ruts into his hand. 

“f-fuck—” he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down. “so good—ngh—so gooood, wish it were your pretty mouth on me instead.” his voice breaks on a warbled sob. 

he’s so pathetic i love it

Sukuna loved to spoil you, I mean, how could he not? He absolutely adored you, even though he would never admit it.

His favourite thing to buy you was lipstick, all the different shades and colours. He thought you looked beautiful in them all. How could he not buy you every shade in the selection?

Although there was one condition.

You had to test out your newly bought lipsticks on him — his dick, to be exact.

“Come on, gorgeous. Kiss it.” His voice was rough, borderline feral, as he watched you stare up at him. You batted your lashes; the prettiest wine colour coated your plush lips.

Slowly, you leaned in, pressing your puckered lips to the very base of his shaft. The red stuck to his skin and the small hairs that rested there.

Sukuna watched with a grin, pupils dilating as you continued to press kiss after kiss along his length until you reached the tip. His breathing laboured with each kiss, the pressure of your lips on his dick sending shock waves up his spine. “Good girl, you chose the perfect shades.”

that end comment would’ve got me too excited 💔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ frat!kuna headcannons ✷

ⓘ frat!kuna was far from your typical prince charming... | art by su2kuna on x

» frat!kuna who's the textbook definition of a walking red flag, the one's parents warned their daughters about before sending them off to college, the ones police knew on a first-name basis, & the one's every girl on campus raved about in their group chats.

» frat!kuna who's body was a field day for metal detectors, adorned in body jewelry ranging from facial to more daring ones hidden below the belt. he looked like he'd walked straight out of a 2000s teen movie, backpack slung over one broad shoulder, tattooed skin, baggy jeans and band tees he'd stolen from suguru.

» frat!kuna who had more assault charges and, ironically, hot mugshots from frat parties than one could count on hands; satoru and suguru were quick to intervene, toji laughed, choso winced, and nanami tsked like an unimpressed father. in sukuna's latest arrest, he attempted to convince the police his fist 'slipped' and somehow connected to nayoya's jaw. purely accidental.

» frat!kuna who's room in the frat house smelled of lingering teen spirit, weed from his new dealer, the musk of sex, and cologne to 'conceal it.' a forgotten bra from a blurry hookup last saturday swept under his bed, a pile of two-week-old laundry in his hamper, his walls covered with random band posters, warning signs, and magazines of half-naked girls. 

» frat!kuna who spent most his days being a pain in the ass, getting high, fucking around, or practicing his boxing skills at the gym. he despised this cycle, though he believed it was all he'd ever amount to. hiding how smart he truly was, how he read psychology books because they genuinely intrigued him, or how the fog and rain seemed to capture his soul.

» frat!kuna who first saw you in a vinyl shop, and felt like he'd seen an angel that day. who knew angels listened to cigarettes after sex and paramore? he watched the way you hummed songs under your breath, jewelry jingled as you thumbed through the selections, greeted the cashier as if you were a regular--and suddenly the phrase, 'love at first sight' almost made sense.

» frat!kuna who found himself wanting to truly get to know you, not just get in your pants like any other girl. his red eyes searching for you around campus, trying to learn your schedule, watching the way you studied hard for exams in the library on quiet nights, or how you always sprinted toward your dorm when it was late, like you feared being chased--cute, he noted to never let you go alone again.

» frat!kuna who finally got your number, thanks to the help of choso, and asked you on an official date he meticulously planned, knowing you were more artsy. he ended up sounding like an idiot trying to form the right words. and ryomen sukuna never fumbled around with girls, except you. those pretty eyes waiting patiently were too much. "you and me...the museum downtown this friday?" "i mean...if you want. i'm not forcing you, i--fuck. ignore that. ignore me."

to say you were a pilates warrior would be an understatement. offensive even.

it wasn’t just for the aesthetics, oh no, it was weekly. almost daily. 

four times a week, sukuna watched as you’d dress yourself in a cute little athleisure get-up, kiss him goodbye, and leave for the next hour or two.

each time you’d come back refreshed, showered, and aching slightly, but the sensation got more addictive each time you went.

today was no different. you showered, got dressed, grabbed your things, and walked over to where he was sitting on the couch. lazily sprawled, one arm loosely draped over the back of the couch, the other scrolling through his phone boredly. a white beater clung to his muscular chest, and loose sweats on his hips.

he knew you were standing in front of him, but he didn’t acknowledge you until you took his phone straight from his grip, “going to pilates, i’ll be back in two hours.”

he looked up at you, a mixture of brief irritation completely washing away at the sight of you. “i know that woman—just go do whatever it is they have you doing.”

he huffed a laugh at something before leaning back, “i’ll bet it’s just some cute prissy shit like yoga, eh? probably isn’t even that hard. just fuckin’ matcha and matching sets.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

“you don’t need it.” 

“but jiii, look at him!” 

“i’m looking.” 

toji didn’t know how his day went from running errands with you after the gym to standing in a pet shelter, crossed-armed, while you squatted in front of the glass, practically pressing yourself against it, cooing at the cats. 

he was far from an animal person; he never wanted one, never planned on getting one. until today, it seems you’ve decided to change that. 

“oh.my.god, he just blinked at me…” 

his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull, but he smirked despite himself. 

“it’s a fuckin’ cat, baby, not a stuffed animal. he’s gonna blink.” 

“yeah, but at me,” you emphasized, already having made up your mind. you turned back to him,  grin tugging at your lips. 

“see, he’s already decided he’s coming home with us, ji.” 

“christ…”

toji was reluctantly standing at the register, the next thing he knew. watching your brows furrow seriously as you took in every instruction the employee gave about pet care and other things he’d need. 

“and that’s everything, he’s all yours,” the employee smiled at your enthusiasm, handing over the cat in its crate, “should get his shots soon, but besides that, enjoy him, he’s a good boy.” 

the drive home consisted of your squealing every time the cat so much as breathed. each movement makes your heart turn to mush, purely swoon. 

toji watched through the rearview mirror. it was painfully cute, his girl so obsessed over a damn ball of fur. 

he might’ve even felt a bit jealous—which he’d never tell you. 

it had been a week since you got the cat, named it something ridiculously cute yet fitting. the cat took up most of your attention now, feeding, petting, playing, leaving toji feeling like a third wheel.

to a damn cat. 

whenever you weren't around, he could've sworn he caught the cat hissing or shooting daggers his way.

almost gloating that he got your attention now.

it was a competition, and toji knew he wasn't making it up; the jerk was manipulating you, and only he could see.

he’d had enough by the third week, catching you off guard while you applied a face mask. strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. 

“ji–”

“you forgettin’ about me, woman? bout’ who was your good boy first?”

you nearly snorted, staring at his serious reflection incredously. “are you–”

“answer the question, did you seriously let that cat take my place?” he nipped your neck gently between nuzzles, ignoring the squeak you made. 

“ji, i didn’t forget you.”

“sure seems like it. the little furry bastard gets more attention than me. and i’m the one who has the dick–”

you cut him off with a firm kiss, not even caring that he was messing up your skincare. the rare moments he got all needy and clingy were your favorites. 

“i didn’t forget you, or...your dick, okay? you’re still my good boy…promise,” you murmured seriously, cupping his face and trying not to sound too amused. 

“good.” he grunted, pressing a firm kiss in return, sealing it.

“that little fur ball hasn’t got shit on me anyway.” 

“mhmm…”

“so…you gonna buy me a collar too now?” 

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nonstop crying. that's all sukuna’s heard for the past fifteen minutes; loud wails echoed through the pastel nursery, adorned in adorable plushies and colorful toys. 

and in the center of it all was the massive pink-haired king of curses. 

ironically, he’d never felt more terrified in his entire existence than in this moment. staring at the crimson, scrunched face of his newborn daughter. tiny balled fist and feet flailing angrily in his arms. 

he had no clue how to be a father, much less deal with an angry newborn. 

the irony of it all dawned on him, a man who provoked fear into souls merely by breathing, receiving the same treatment from a mortal who’d been here less than a week. 

 he turned to the corner you’d been sitting in helplessly, “how do you make it stop?”

“figure it out, kuna, you’ll have to learn soon enough.” 

briefly, his jaw ticked at the dismissive response, ‘figure it out??’ as if it were that simple. like, there was a manual on this type of thing. 

with a huff, he glanced back at the baby, attempting to bounce her in his beefy arms now. one comedically large hand cradling her neck and stroking her pink, downy hair. 

“the sound is making my ears bleed.” 

“it only gets worse the more you make her wait.”

his lip curved slightly, almost catching himself smirking. the apple clearly didn’t fall far from the tree. 

“sounds like a brat i know.” 

a knowing laugh came from your end, but the crying didn’t stop. almost as if the world dared to test his warily thin patience. he finally gave up, completely out of ideas.

“christ, woman, just tell me what she wants …”

with a sigh, you finally sit up in the rocking chair.  “food, attention, changing…?? come on, kuna, she’s a baby, she’s not going to tell you. and i can’t always either.” 

and suddenly his eyes lit up, quickly shifting her in his arms again, his touch surprisingly delicate. as if he realized he was holding his entire world.

he leaned in, attempting this whole ‘father’ thing. something he’d seen his brother jin try on his gremlin nephew yuji a week earlier. forcing himself to make silly faces and sounds, “look–look at papa!”

silence. 

abruptly, she stopped crying, her little face contorting in pure horror as she watched this huge man poorly try his hand at amusing her. horrific enough to make her earlier wails dissolve into quiet whimpers.

sukuna paused; you paused, the only sound her tiny sniffles.

a small snort left your lips before you quickly forced it down. someone was already inheriting their father’s unimpressed attitude. 

“clearly, you peek-a-boo and a few silly faces aren’t cutting it for our majesty.”

sukuna’s face turned a bright red, feeling like a damn baffoon—a dancing jester trying to entertain a queen. 

“damn brat,” he grunted, glaring at the now content baby. “already starting, i see.” 

before she could do anything else, he’d already pushed her back in your arms, as she’d burned him. which, to him, she certainly did.

 he stormed off, muttering something about never doing that again. and making jin pay for embarrassing him. 

the baby watched curiously, thumb innocently in her slobbering mouth while tracking her father’s retreating figure. 

she was already planning to be his biggest brat yet. 

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“okay, so you remember what daddy told you, right, mango?” 

“mhmm…mango remember....” 

it had been nine years since satoru had vowed to love you through sickness and health, good and bad, ups and downs, unconditionally and irrevocably. and with today being your anniversary, he wanted to make it the best one yet. 

recruiting his secret helper—your three-year-old daughter—whom he nicknamed ‘mango’ after your nineteen-week ultrasound. the name stuck ever since. she was sweet and just as unserious as her father; there was no doubt whose kid she was. with her father's wild white hair and striking blue eyes, did your genes even try???

her chubby hands slapped over her mouth, nodding with such a serious expression that satoru nearly laughed. “you promise to keep it secret, mango?” 

the task was simple. 

she’d tiptoe into the bedroom, wake your sleeping form with gentle pecks, tell you anniversary, and that he had a surprise. to which he’d burst into the room like a knight in shining armor, baring gifts, and himself—which he deemed a gift in itself. 

“promise, daddy…” her muffled voice replied behind her palms. she took her secret missions with daddy very seriously. not a joking manner in the slightest. 

he smiled, heart nearly bursting, and pecked her cheek: “there’s my girl; now go get her tiger!” letting her jump into action. 

that was the green light, their ‘secret’ code. springing into action, she tiptoed to the best of her ability into the bedroom, tiny toes padding on the mahogany hardwood floors. really, she looked like dracula from hotel transylvania, searching for a midnight snack, but he kept the comment to himself. giggling like a schoolboy from the doorway.  

once she approached the bed, she crawled up to the best of her ability, swinging her chubby legs up and crawling over to you, your sleeping form peaceful and unsuspecting, lips parted and knit brows, blankets tucked under your chin, and in some weird sleeping position. 

leaning in, she peppered feather-like kisses over your face, cheeks, eyelids, nose, and temple. leaving not one inch of skin unscathed from the sloppy love she had for her mother. “mommy…” she whispered loudly, patting your cheek, “mommy, wake up, it’s anni day…”

you stirred, groaning in your sleep and asking for three more minutes. voice thickened with sleep, and prior exhaustion from dealing with a toddler and a toddler in husband form all night. “mm…gimme two more minutes…” 

“mommy, wake up!” she was getting impatient now, frown deepening and patting your cheek firmer this time, “daddy has s’prize!”   

an eye cracked open immediately, suddenly interested in what this surprise your husband held now. it was your anniversary after all; you’d been eyeing the clock since it hit 12.

thick blankets shifted as you finally sat up, greeted by that adorably mini satoru. she was delighted you’d finally woken up, pride filling her toothy grin. “daddy has a s’prize!” she repeated, bouncing on the mattress. 

a slow, wicked smile tugged at your lips; you knew she was a little snitch. the girl had a track record of being terrible with secrets, having spoiled your birthday surprise for satoru last year and his christmas gift for you the year prior. 

“can you give mama a hint, baby?” 

silence. 

her eyes widened, cheeks puffing out comically like she was practically bursting trying to hold it in. she quickly shook her head, zipping her lips like daddy taught her. 

you huffed, eyes sparkling with amusement, “ohh… it’s like that…? fine. guess no more tea parties.” 

“daddy got you flowers, smell good thingy (perfume), and new necklace!!!” she shouted suddenly, folding at the lightest pressure. 

bingo. 

before she could spill any more of satoru’s plan, he burst through the doors, rushing over to scoop her off the bed. 

“you little snitch! mango, you promised me!” he gasped dramatically, one hand clutching his heart, feigning hurt. luckily he didn't tell her about the dinner plans.

she instantly realized she had made a mistake…again. patting her lips and giving him those puppy eyes, “i sorry daddy…mango bad…?” 

you stifled a giggle from the bed, to which he shot a glare over her head, promising you’d also be paying for this. he knew you manipulated his sweet, innocent mango. “no, baby, mango isn’t bad…mama is...”

“mama bad??” 

“mhm…so baddd, papa has to punish her later, hm?” 

“yes! punish mama!”

his eyes remained locked on you, sharing a look that he definitely didn’t mean the punishment her innocent mind was imagining. he had something farrr from time out in mind. 

“uh huh…alright mango, daddy has to go give mama her kisseys now, kay?” 

satoru sat her down, letting her rush out of the room in a fit of giggles, thinking she’d succeed at her secret mission with her papa.

he watched her until she disappeared down the hall before kicking the door shut, his attention fully turning to you now, his tall form slowly stalking over, and his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “manipulating my mango now?” 

you bit back a grin, shifting back on the bed, knowing what was coming. “i don’t know what you're talking about…i’d never.”

“never my ass.” 

“you’re gonna pay for this, lady.” he pulled you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, ignoring the soft yelp, and leaned down, his strong arms on either side of your head, caging you in. “but first…” 

his eyes dropped to your lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss there. “happy anniversary, baby.” 

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Choso’s baby girl gets her ears pierced ⊹˚. ♡ ꒰ ib @torubeetle ꒱

Choso doesn't know how he ended up here, being forced to watch his precious daughter be stabbed not once but twice!

Okay, maybe he was overreacting; she was just getting her lobes pierced, but still! His sweet daughter was going to feel pain, and she wanted it!

“Sweetheart, are you sure?” He asked, eyes darting between his daughter and you — his wife. The very wife who talked him into coming and witnessing the ‘rite of passage’ for your daughter. Choso thought you just wanted to torture him.

Your daughter beamed, practically vibrating in excitement. “Yeah, i even picked out these cute earrings, look!” She had been begging to get her ears pierced for months now, who were you to say no to such a cute face?

“Choso,” you intertwined your hand with your husband's own clammy one, “She’ll be fine. For God's sake, the girl is nine,” you mused, nudging him with your hip lightly. He sighed, eyes already glassy, “It’s going to hurt her…” he whispered, watching as they prepared the piercing gun. His voice wavered, “She doesn't even want to hold my hand…”

You pressed your lips to his cheek, reassuring him that she was growing up and maybe she wanted to be a “big girl.”

Suddenly, he knelt in front of her chair, gently taking her hands into his own, larger ones. “If you change your mind, tell me. I'll get you out of here whenever you need to,” his voice was softer now, almost frightened. Your daughter only giggled, waving him off with a smile.

A tiny click echoed the studio, then another.

Choso flinched, watching in complete agony as your daughter's eyes watered. Every decision that led him to this moment flashed before his eyes; he should've pushed back on this now his baby is hurt and —

“Dad! Look how cute it is!”

She practically leapt up from the chair, rushing over to show off the new silver studs that sat in her lobes. Choso stared for a long moment before releasing a breath he didn't even know he’d been holding.

“You're still my baby…”

You rolled your eyes, “Cho, she's nine.”

He gently brushed a stray hair behind her newly pierced ear, careful not to touch the fresh wound.

“She’ll always be my baby.”

THERE SHE GOES...

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