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girl dad!sukuna has taken over my life
you'd left for the grocery store an hour ago, and sukuna wondered what you could possibly be doing there for that long. nonetheless, he sat in the living room, surrounded by stuffed animals at his daughter's tiny round table. he shifted uncomfortably in the miniature chair he sat in for the 'tea party', and watched as layla shoved her tiara back on top of her head.
"daddy," she said. "tea?"
sukuna sighed but nodded. "yes, baby."
her little squeal made his heart do weird things, and she tilted the teapot in her hand into the cup in front of him.
"whoa, whoa!" sukuna yelled, earning a confused look from layla. "that's enough tea; it's gonna overflow."
his daughter slapped her hand over her mouth, something she learned from you, but loud giggles escaped. "sorry, daddy."
with a soft smile on his face, sukuna adjusted the crown of his head—it dug into his scalp. "now, give mr squishy a cookie; he's starting to eat my fingers."
layla continued her contagious giggles, aimlessly tossing a wooden cookie at the stuffed bear.
sukuna glanced at the clock again but paused when he heard his daughter whispering to her stuffed devil (courtesy of your husband). he was about to put on a character to make her laugh again, but when he heard her words, he tilted his head.
"...that's my daddy... he's big and strong... i love daddy."
now, sukuna didn't cry. sure, he'd teared up happily when layla was born, and on the night of your wedding when he realised he'd be spending the rest of his life with you. but he couldn't recall the last time tears actually fell from his eyes.
until now.
"kuna?" your voice rang through the room, and he jolted, wiping the wetness from his cheeks haphazardly. he didn't even hear you come in.
sukuna scrunched his face up in confusion because what the fuck? he doesn't even remember starting to cry.
"what happened?" the worry in your voice was what brought him back to the moment, and he laughed deeply, shaking his head.
"nothing," he grumbled, looking at layla, who sat there, eyes wide with fear. "the tea was too hot."
and when his daughter fell back into a fit of giggles, squealing about 'daddy being funny', sukuna knew he'd changed; the phenomenon of having a child had officially broken his cold, cold heart.
#— ann writes!#the classic tea party#jujutsu kaisen#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen#sukuna jjk#sukuna#sukuna ryomen imagine#sukuna ryomen x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagine#jujutsu kaisen fluff#sukuna fluff#dad!sukuna#girl dad!sukuna
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Happy New Year 🍾🐉
IDGAF they are his kids now
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calling toji when you can't sleep bc the trees look like monsters
mysterious shadows danced across the off-white wall that faced the bed. it intrigued you how harmless things could turn sinister in a matter of hours. the trees swayed like monsters outside, and the wind howled like hungry, blood-thirsty wolves through the windows. you sunk deeper into your duvet, your body growing hot with anxiety and fear. it was dumb, the paranormal series you watched before bed.
it was all in your head.
the usual creak of the hardwood floors made your skin crawl. your eyes were darting in every direction as you formulated an escape plan. your chest was tight, and your breathing was quiet but quick, like a duck swimming. you couldn’t bring yourself to turn onto your left side, your eyes glued to the wall parallel to you.
you were officially frozen with fear. the fear of nothing and everything. your phone lay on the bedside table on the left side of the bed, toji’s usual side, although without him here, you were terrified. with a surge of courage, you quickly turned over, facing the empty side of the bed. you shuffled quietly and reached your arm out to grasp your phone. as soon as it was in your grip, you turned the flashlight on. the room looked exactly the same as you had left it before you went to bed 3 hours ago, but it felt different. most likely from the made-up scenario you composed in your mind.
you checked your messages to see if toji had texted, and to your discomfort, he hadn’t. so in classic fashion, you called him and put it on speaker.
“hey doll, what’s up?” his voice was gruff, but it warmed your skin.
“just wanted to check up, see how you’re doing...” your voice was shaky, and you cursed yourself for it.
“isn’t it 3am in tokyo?” he didn’t sound worried, and he had every right to—toji knew nothing was inherently wrong. but you needed comfort.
“uh, yeah, i just needed to hear your voice.”
he sighed, and you could practically hear him run a hand through his hair. “i know it’s hard, but i’ll be home in 2 days.”
toji then scoffed, and you could hear him rolling his eyes. “did you watch one of those stupid, scary shows again?”
you groaned, knowing he made fun of how scared you got. his laughter only heightened, and you covered your eyes with your hand, giggling.
“yes, and stop laughing at me. i’m terrified!” you confessed, your heart practically beating out of your chest as you eyed the bedroom door. “i wish you were here with me, toj.”
“2 days, and i’ll be back in your arms, saving you from the big, scary monsters that live in our apartment,” toji announced, his voice softer than when he first answered. you sighed, hoping the phone call would never end.
“listen, doll, i gotta go, okay? but 2 days.”
you smiled softly at his words.
“okay, i love you,” you mumbled, feeling safer and more content; the picture frames on the chest of drawers on the opposite wall stopped their random movements, and the shadows across the room stilled.
“love you too, and don’t forget to check under the bed,” his hysterical laughter was the last thing you heard before he hung up.
fucking fushiguro.
#perhaps im in my dilf era#toji fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk imagines#toji x reader#toji fushiguro fluff#fushiguro toji#fushiguro toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagine#toji x you#toji fluff#— ann writes!
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omfg just noticed a typo so i fixed it and now i'm angry with myself lmao
dad!sukuna based on this tiktok that gave me insane baby fever
the birds chirping outside in the dawn light makes your daughter giggle from where she stands in your bedroom doorway.
"baby," you whisper to her, beckoning her over to your side of the bed. "c'mere."
your 3-year-old wobbles around the bed, having gotten out of bed by herself. she stands before you with her hands out and grabs your arms.
"layla," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, whose hair pokes out wildly from under the duvet. "tell daddy mommy wants a coffee."
your daughter's wide eyes round, and she tilts her head. "cowe?"
you suppress a giggle. "coffee."
"coppee?"
"yeah, good enough," you mumble, nodding. and then you lift her onto the bed. layla clambers over your body and falls face-first into the space between you and sukuna, her pink hair splayed everywhere.
you slap your mouth with your palm to stop the laughs from escaping. your husband stirs, groaning deeply under the white blankets. she looks over at you with a smile on her face, and you give her a single thumbs up.
"dada," layla says, climbing on top of him. "wake up!"
"hi, babygirl," sukuna slurs, eyes half open.
"i want coppee."
"hm? what?"
"coppee!"
"coffee...?" sukuna takes a moment to process the word and then looks at you over his shoulder, eyes puffy. "really, bro?"
you giggle, hiding your face in the blankets.
"you want coffee..." sukuna says, pointing at your daughter. "you go get it."
"no, mummy wants coppee! you get it!" she giggles, chubby finger aimed at him, too.
“noooo,” he whines, though it’s barely one. he shoves his face back into his pillow. “you.”
“daddy!” your daughter yells. “coppee!!”
sukuna scoffs a laugh and rubs his eye with his knuckle while your daughter dances around the room singing, "coppee, coppee!"
"you're lucky you're cute," sukuna grumbles, swinging his bare legs out of the bed, looking over at you as he does so. "you too."
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guys I FINISHED SOLO LEVELING
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beru <3333
#yeah he's an ant#SO WHAT#he's my silly historian show watching little guy#solo leveling#solo leveling spoilers
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dad!sukuna based on this tiktok that gave me insane baby fever
the birds chirping outside in the dawn light makes your daughter giggle from where she stands in your bedroom doorway.
"baby," you whisper to her, beckoning her over to your side of the bed. "c'mere."
your 3-year-old wobbles around the bed, having gotten out of bed by herself. she stands before you with her hands out and grabs your arms.
"layla," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, whose hair pokes out wildly from under the duvet. "tell daddy mommy wants a coffee."
your daughter's wide eyes round, and she tilts her head. "cowe?"
you suppress a giggle. "coffee."
"coppee?"
"yeah, good enough," you mumble, nodding. and then you lift her onto the bed. layla clambers over your body and falls face-first into the space between you and sukuna, her pink hair splayed everywhere.
you slap your mouth with your palm to stop the laughs from escaping. your husband stirs, groaning deeply under the white blankets. she looks over at you with a smile on her face, and you give her a single thumbs up.
"dada," layla says, climbing on top of him. "wake up!"
"hi, babygirl," sukuna slurs, eyes half open.
"i want coppee."
"hm? what?"
"coppee!"
"coffee...?" sukuna takes a moment to process the word and then looks at you over his shoulder, eyes puffy. "really, bro?"
you giggle, hiding your face in the blankets.
"you want coffee..." sukuna says, pointing at your daughter. "you go get it."
"no, mummy wants coppee! you get it!" she giggles, chubby finger aimed at him, too.
“noooo,” he whines, though it’s barely one. he shoves his face back into his pillow. “you.”
“daddy!” your daughter yells. “coppee!!”
sukuna scoffs a laugh and rubs his eye with his knuckle while your daughter dances around the room singing, "coppee, coppee!"
"you're lucky you're cute," sukuna grumbles, swinging his bare legs out of the bed, looking over at you as he does so. "you too."
#sukuna jjk#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen#sukuna x reader fluff#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader#ryomen sukuna fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk imagines#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagine#dad!sukuna#— ann writes!
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I NEED MORE EX SUKUNA
ANON I HAVE DELIVERED -> style
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style [sukuna x fem!reader]
summary: a collection of (cute) moments between you and ex!sukuna
w/c: 1.9k
a/n: bruh idk how these two are STILL exes, but it's a yes from me // yes, another taylor fic because i'm in love with her
sukuna
12:56am u up?
you audibly groan at the text, face scrunched up in disgust. sitting up in bed, you shove another pillow behind your back. your fingers fly across the screen, but only for a short time.
12:57am fuck off
throwing your head back in anguish, you sigh at the ceiling. and when your phone buzzes again, you brace yourself for the reply.
sukuna
12:57am ladies first
12:58am open the door
12:58am please
despite the abruptness of his text, you fly out of bed and run into the living room of your apartment. you stare down the hallway at your front door and peek at your phone when it vibrates.
sukuna
12:59am quit thinking so hard i'm cold
rolling your eyes, you tiptoe to the door, lifting yourself on your toes to look through the peephole.
and there he stands, pink hair dimmed against the yellow lights of the hallway, his head tilted back. biting your lip, your eyes glance down at his exposed neck, strained as he studies the ceiling.
stepping back, you unlock the three locks on your door (courtesy of the man outside) and pull it open.
your ex stands in the hallway, a sight you've seen too many times to count, and he tilts his head in greeting. "hey, baby."
you grab the sleeve of his sweatshirt and tug him in, locking your door when he's safely inside. when you spin around, he's gone.
you ignore the clink of glasses against one another in the kitchen and head back to your room, rubbing your eyes are you go.
glancing at the clock on the wall, 1:04am, your shoulders visibly deflate. you pull back the duvet and climb into bed after turning off the lamp on your bedside table. facing away from the door, you get comfortable, tuning out the sounds of sukuna knowing this place like the back of his hand.
"i didn't come over for you to ignore me."
you turn over. sukuna leans against the doorframe, sipping idly from his glass.
you flip back around, snuggling your head into your pillow. "i'm sleeping."
"oh, poor baby," he pouts falsely, crossing the room and setting his glass on his nightstand. you shake your head, your nightstand.
when you hear a rustle, you glance over your shoulder. sukuna tugs his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head and pushes his sweatpants down his legs. you feel your cheeks heat at seeing him in only his black boxers.
he lifts the blankets and slides into your bed, avoiding your eyes as he does so. despite his naturally cocky attitude, along with his annoying habit of suppressing everything he's ever felt, you know him too well.
"c'mere," you mumble, circling your fingers around his wrist. sukuna says nothing and shuffles toward you, wrapping his arms around your torso, head on your chest. "wanna talk about it?"
he shakes his head softly, tightening his arms. "in the mornin'."
you nod, fingers threading through his hair. "okay."
you wander the building aimlessly, with a lunchbox in your hand and a coffee in the other. you know this place well, though once he got promoted, sukuna moved offices. but you wouldn't call it an office; more of a place to sort through employee contracts and qualifications and watch the cameras around the complex.
he'd complained to you over text that he'd have no time to eat today. so, you took it upon yourself to ensure your ex had an adequate lunch to keep him going, duh.
the sound of your name in that deep voice of his rings down the hall, and you spin around.
"i knew it was you," sukuna tilts his head at you. "what're ya doing here?"
you lift your hands and grin. "lunch."
sukuna stares at you, and you swear you'll melt from the intensity of his gaze. he wears his usual black cargos and a black t-shirt with the company logo on the left breast, but he looks more delicious than ever.
"seriously?" the corner of his lips upturns, and he bites his bottom lip to stop the smile from breaking. he fails. "you're so cute."
sukuna steps forward to wrap his arms around your head, his biceps flexing against your ears.
you smile giddily and circle your arms around his torso, hands hovering over his back. "it's a bento box with rice and steak and those little sausages you like—"
sukuna cuts you off by leaning down and pressing a hot, wet kiss on your lips, and you squeal at the public display.
"kuna..." you turn around the see if anyone is in the hallway to witness.
his laugh is deep and rich, and you can't help but watch the sparkling smile on his face.
"thank you," he mumbles, his smile fading as he becomes serious.
your face heats at his words, shoving the box and coffee in his hands. "just eat your lunch."
sukuna presses a final kiss on your forehead and turns around, returning to his office. "see you at home!"
you shake your head, laughing. "go to your own home, nerd!"
"sukuna, what are you doing here?" the smile in your voice doesn't go unnoticed. leaving the lab at 8pm was a drag, but it was necessary for your thesis, and sukuna knew its toll on you.
sukuna pushes off his car as you approach, his smirk laced with mischief. "picking you up," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
he meets you halfway, walks behind you, and takes your backpack off your back. you loll your head on your shoulder when he falls into step beside you. the streetlights are aglow, and you giggle at the orange tint on his hair.
"such a gentleman."
sukuna scoffs, swinging your bag onto his shoulder. "not the word i'd use."
"oh yeah?" you bump into his side, smiling smugly when he throws his arm over your shoulder. "and what word would you use?"
"whipped!" a voice calls from the car. your smile grows larger when you see sukuna's younger brother, yuuji, hanging out of the passenger seat window.
"yuuji!" you laugh, heart leaping in your chest. "when did you get back?"
after graduating highschool, yuuji and his two friends, megumi and nobara travelled around europe for a year and a half. you remember sending him off with a snack pack for the plane and a kiss on the forehead.
"this morning," the younger boy says, stepping out of the car. "been forcing sukuna to take me everywhere until i get my car fixed."
you embrace him in a hug. "i hope you had fun."
yuuji leans back—he used to be shorter than you, but now he's nearly as tall as his brother. "it was better than fun; i'll tell you all about it when we get home."
you glance at sukuna who's doing a great job of being silent, and get into his car when yuuji insists you get in the front.
sukuna never brought up the topic of your breakup to yuuji, it seems.
and on the way home, 'one way or another' plays through the speakers while the younger boy talks your ear off about his drunken nights in greece, and all the experiences that made him miss you (namely laundry and home cooking).
when you arrive back at sukuna's, you notice the disarray of the apartment.
you hear your name being called from the spare room, and your heart explodes, both in whose calling and the nostalgia of it all.
"here, i got you a few souvenirs," yuuji emerges from the room with a bag held out in front of him. "sorry i couldn't;t give them to you this morning, suk said you left early."
you have to stop the smile on your face from dropping at the last part. you know sukuna is standing in the kitchen a few feet away, watching you.
"yuuj!" you grab the bag, wrapping your arm around his torso in a side hug. "you didn't have to get me anything."
the younger boy rolls his eyes. "of course i did. before i left you said if i didn't bring you a miniature figure of all the sights i saw, you'd wash my whites with my reds."
the memory returns to you in a rush. "oh, yeah..."
yuuji's grin and pure excitement make you lead him to the couch. "put a movie on."
"yes, ma'am," he laughs. there's no doubt in your mind that he's putting on human earthworm 8.
while he's occupied, you glare at sukuna, who leans against the kitchen counter.
after you unwrapped all of your gifts, a generous collection of monumental landmarks, you excuse yourself.
shutting the door of sukuna's ensuite, you turn the light on and cover your face with your hands. you swallow and look at yourself in the mirror.
remnants of mascara have collected under your eyes, so you open the mirror to get your makeup remover out of the cupboard.
"have you eaten?—"
you spin around with a makeup pad under your eye, spying sukuna's face through the crack in the door.
you look back at yourself in the mirror, putting the cotton pad onto the counter. "i'll eat when i get home."
sukuna's deep sigh has you turning to him again.
"what?"
"you're not going home."
and when the door clicks closed, your temper reaches its limit.
"you did that on purpose," you scold, but the bite you intend is weak.
"fuck yeah i did," sukuna whispers. "i can't tell him, he loves you."
"ryomen—"
"don't start that again," sukuna snaps. "we've only been apart for two months."
you don't reply.
"hell," he throws his arm out to his right. "i slept over last week, you brought me lunch when i was at work! we haven't acted like we're apart anyway, and you know it."
you bite your lip. "we broke up," but the more you try to drill the fact into your mind, the less you believe it.
"what the fuck for?"
you scrunch your face up in confusion. "you know why."
sukuna throws his head back in exasperation. "we've moved past that now. i've gotten better."
"i know you have..." you mumble, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, not knowing what to say. though, when you think about it, why haven't you gotten back together?
"if yuuji can't tell we've broken up, then we must be doing something wrong."
tears line your waterline in frustration and sadness. "kuna..."
he sighs, running a hand down his face. he steps closer, softly placing his palms on your face. "please, baby."
you chew on your bottom lip, nodding softly.
sukuna uses his thumb to pull your lip out from between your teeth. "i love you, okay? i will get you back."
"you already have me," you laugh, a breath from the back of your throat, your hands grasping at his waist.
"damn straight."
"just stop leaving your shit everywhere and acting like a child in serious situations, and i'll move back in."
and when sukuna rolls his eyes (albeit lovingly) and opens his mouth to agree, you push yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss his mouth. he groans deeply and moves one of his hands from your face to the back of your head and the other to your back, pulling you closer.
"you guys done fucking in there? movie's on."
#have fun ladies babies & crazies#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen#jjk#jjk x reader#ex!sukuna#big brother!sukuna#sukuna#sukuna fluff#sukuna x fem!reader#sukuna x reader fluff#sukuna imagine#sukuna jjk#sukuna ryomen fluff#sukuna ryomen x fem!reader#sukuna ryomen x reader fluff#sukuna ryomen imagine#sukuna ryomen jjk#jjk fluff#jjk x reader fluff#jjk x fem!reader#jjk x female reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x yn#big brother au#big brother sukuna
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he’s a little-
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getting shamed by my friends on goodreads because i’m reading solo leveling and they know nothing about manga/manhwa pls save me from these people
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oh sung jinwoo the man that you are i need you biblically
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˗ˏˋ jaegersdevil's masterlist ˎˊ˗
💋˗ˏˋ 🎸。:*:·ﾟ🎱🧣。:*:·ﾟ🃏ˎˊ˗🐈⬛
follower favourites: ✧
attack on titan:
eren jaeger:
one-shots:
: ̗̀➛ tonight you are mine [eren's version]
3k | guitarist!eren | sasha invites you to a gig with her new band. a certain guitarist takes an interest in you.
: ̗̀➛ vodka problems
5k | exes-to-lovers | you and eren are exes, and it's the first party you both attend after the break-up.
: ̗̀➛ intimate moments ✧
1.3k | a collection of shared moments between you and eren.
: ̗̀➛ western nights
2.2k | western nights by ethel cain, but make it eren.
: ̗̀➛ three plans
3.4k | crush | eren needs help asking you out.
: ̗̀➛ it’s a bad idea, right? [mdni] ✧
4.5k | exes-to-lovers & smut | seeing your ex after a night out... it's a bad idea, right?
: ̗̀➛ prologue to it's a bad idea, right?
: ̗̀➛ iced caramel macchiato
1.8k | coffee shop au | you have a run-in with eren; a man you hate from the moment you see him.
headcanons:
: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons ✧
: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 2 ✧
: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 3 ✧
: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 4
: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 5
: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 6
: ̗̀➛ summer bf!eren headcanons ✧
: ̗̀➛ when bf!eren gets a basketball injury (headcanons)
: ̗̀➛ [college] basketball!eren headcanons
blurbs:
: ̗̀➛ midnight confessions
: ̗̀➛ midnight reunion
: ̗̀➛ dancing in the rain?
: ̗̀➛ jeans
jujutsu kaisen:
satoru gojo:
one-shots:
: ̗̀➛ glitch
4.4k | situationship | based on glitch by taylor swift, or you and satoru are hooking up with no feelings attached. well, at least that was the original plan.
: ̗̀➛ bloodsucker
2.1k | vampire au | a game of cat and mouse in the woods turns into a bloody mess.
: ̗̀➛ my love, mine all mine ✧
1.6k | just some moments between you and satoru <3
: ̗̀➛ dreamland
1.2k | idiots in love | yaga sends you & gojo on a mission to thailand. feelings are brought to the surface.
: ̗̀➛ treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen
2.1k | you and gojo like each other, that much is obvious. how he goes about it though, your friends aren't the biggest fans (and neither are you).
blurbs:
: ̗̀➛ the lamest prank
: ̗̀➛ dog guy ✧
: ̗̀➛ spider in the apartment! ✧
: ̗̀➛ skirt ✧
: ̗̀➛ falling foolishly ✧
: ̗̀➛ bewitched
: ̗̀➛ playfight
: ̗̀➛ motorcycle
: ̗̀➛ uno
headcanons:
: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!gojo headcanons ✧
: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!gojo headcanons pt 2 ✧
: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!gojo headcanons pt 3
ryomen sukuna:
: ̗̀➛ fresh out the slammer
1.1k | exes | you clean him up after he beats up your hinge date
megumi fushiguro:
one-shots:
: ̗̀➛ like real people
1.7k | love can still find you even in your darkest hour
nanami kento:
blurbs:
: ̗̀➛ unfocused
choso kamo:
blurbs:
: ̗̀➛ best friend's brother
bungo stray dogs:
dazai osamu:
one shots:
: ̗̀➛ red carnations
1.5k | friends to lovers | based on maroon by taylor
: ̗̀➛ die for you
1.4k | established relationship | angsty couple's fight between ex-mafia members, dazai and you!!!!
blurbs:
: ̗̀➛ got lovesick all over my bed
: ̗̀➛ chapstick & cherry blossoms ✧
: ̗̀➛ would you kiss me for $100k? ✧
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ok ladies, babies, and crazies i'm updating my masterlist!!!!
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i suffer from 'men are hotter banged up' disease. unfortunately there is no cure.
Bloody and bruised >
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fresh out the slammer [sukuna x reader]
cw: singular mention of sa
w/c: 1.1k
a/n: all characters mentioned are 22, shoko is your best friend.
"you're not meant to be here."
the man who stands at your doorstep scoffs. your 6 foot 3, pink-haired ex takes up the entirety of the doorway, and you have to force down the urge to jump him.
you tilt your head when he doesn't answer. "ryomen, you need to leave. right now."
a single eyebrows arches. "i know damn well you ain't talkin’ to me like that."
rolling your eyes, you know he won’t do anything you say. so, opening your front door wider, sukuna steps inside, his left hand scratching the back of his neck.
“see, being nice isn’t that hard,” he teases, glancing at you over his shoulder. sighing, you close the door, eyeing him wearily as he lingers in the hallway.
“new key hook?” sukuna smiles, pointing at the wall.
you shake your head in disbelief. “why’re you here?”
sukuna raises his eyebrows, spinning to face you. but you realise your mistake too late.
with the door at your back and nowhere to go, you’re cornered by your ex-boyfriend. yet, he seems to know exactly what he’s doing, with his tongue poking his cheek as he approaches.
“where were you on sunday?”
your breath hitches in your throat when he runs a finger along your collarbone, but you won’t let him get you that easy.
“nowhere,” you insist, staring him down. he always said you were brave for doing that — you were the only one to ever do so.
“funny,” the corner of his mouth turns upward. “i heard something different.”
you give him no reaction. besides, what’s it to him?
“ok, and?”
“ooo,” he laughs deeply, his head tilting. “so it’s true.”
“ryomen—“
“come on baby, you know that’s not my name to you.”
“ryomen,” you press, putting your hand on his chest to keep him at a distance. “you need to leave.”
the faux pout he gives you makes you want to slap him, but you can’t bring yourself to do something so heinous to him.
“fine,” you concede. “yeah, i went on a hinge date, so what?”
“so what?” sukuna mutters bitterly. “it’s not ‘so what’ when he tries to force himself on you, baby.”
your face heats at the mention of it. “sukuna—“
“and you didn’t think to tell me?” he presses his hand on the door behind you, his body dangerously close to yours.
“i was scared,” you whisper, gaze on his chest to avoid his eyes. you notice his body visibly relax, his head hanging closer to yours to hear. “i knew you would do something about it, and i didn’t want you to get in trouble.”
“you don’t need to worry about me,” sukuna asserts, his finger under your chin to lift your face towards his. “it’s already been taken care of, and i’m still here.”
your eyes widen slightly, head moving to look at his right hand on the door. spread on the brown wood is his hand, larger as always, the pale skin on his knuckles red and purple and bloody and you’re shocked you didn’t see it before.
reaching up, you grab sukuna’s hand to cradle it in your own. “you’re joking.”
“you’re not a joke to me, sweetheart.”
sighing, you side step him, holding his injured hand in your own. he follows mindlessly behind you, checking out his left hand that is just as bloody as the other.
entering the bathroom, you don’t need to tell him where to sit before you dig the first aid kit out of the cupboard beneath the sink. you hadn’t had to use it in a while.
“kuna,” you murmur, observing his hands. he doesn’t reply. instead, he watches you, like he always does.
faces level, you set everything onto the counter. standing between his thighs makes your body feel numb. and when one of his hands covers your hip, you focus on the other.
sukuna doesn’t flinch when you clean his knuckles with alcohol, and doesn’t object when you smooth frozen band-aids over the particularly bad cuts.
“thanks, baby,” sukuna says, not checking to see if you cleaned them correctly—you always do.
“don’t mention it,” you dismiss flippantly, putting the red soaked cloth in the sink and the aid pack back in the cupboard.
the silence is comfortable but charged with something you don’t want to acknowledge. the muted chatter from the tv in the living room penetrates the bathroom wall, and you come back to your senses.
“does shoko know?”
“she told me.”
you sigh, if she couldn’t get her hands on your hinge date, she’d tell someone who could—and he did.
“he had a bruise where you punched him,” sukuna quips. “but i may have made it worse.”
you twist your lips sheepishly. “yeah, well, i wasn’t letting him get away that easy.”
“that’s my girl.”
the comment makes your stomach flutter pathetically.
“you wanna stay over?” you blurt, face warm.
sukuna knows better than to tease you right now, so he nods, and stands from the closed toilet seat.
you swiftly leave the bathroom, pacing down the hallway to curl up on the couch. sukuna walks in idly, taking in the space he’s spent so much time in. one thing catches his eye, and then he’s poking fun at you.
“nice picture.”
your eyes dart to where he’s looking on the bookshelf, and god forbid, it’s a photo of the two of you at tokyo tower. but, you’re not embarrassed.
“yeah, i look hot.”
sukuna chuckles, sitting next to you and propping his feet up on the coffee table. “you look hot all the time, shut up.”
drawing in a breath, you can’t contain yourself anymore. you circle your arm around his neck, fingers threading through his pink locks. sukuna turns his head toward you, lips inches apart.
“feet off the table.”
“don’t tell me what to do.”
you snicker, brushing his hair off his forehead.
“fresh out the slammer,” you joke. “and you come here.”
“of course,” sukuna looks confused. “where else would i go?”
you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your emotions from showing.
“i don’t know,” you glance down at when his fingers play with the drawstring of your sweatpants. “a new girl?”
“please,” sukuna scoffs. “like anyone else would put up with my shit.”
you give him a deadpan look.
sukuna rolls his eyes. “you’re my pretty baby, i’ll always come home to you or whatever,” he says lazily.
you run your thumb over his cheekbone. "kuna.”
he raises his eyebrows in question, but he knows what you’re asking.
“i need something from you," you mumble, tracing his lips with your eyes.
"oh yeah?" he smirks, voice low. "and what's that?"
you shrug, licking your lips. “nothing.”
sukuna rolls his eyes and lifts your hips up and over him, your knees bracketing his thighs. you squeal softly, forgetting just how strong he is.
sukuna shifts his hips underneath you. “you’re so—”
“kiss me.”
you don’t have to tell him twice.
#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna#ryomen sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen#jjk#jjk x reader#— ann writes!
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