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You feel you’ve been here, once before — a memory that was not quite yours.
Star of the morning, collapsed in the weeds.
Some other life — detail from 'Thicket'
୨୧ — The front door slammed open with enough force to rattle the hinges as Sukuna stepped into your small, warmly lit floral shop. His once clean white shirt was ruined, splattered with arterial spray that had begun to dry to a rusty brown. More blood streaked across his tattooed forearms and dotted his face like war paint.
“Papa! Did you crash your bike?!" His daughter squeaked, voice wobbling between horror and excitement.
For one terrible moment, Sukuna stilled completely, cursing himself for forgetting she'd be home early today. Fucking half days... He'd planned to clean up before- “…Fuck,” he muttered under his breath… This wasn't how he'd planned for her to learn about certain... aspects of his work.
His seven year old daughter sat frozen at the table, spoon suspended halfway to her mouth, pink ice cream melting unnoticed.
“Papa?” Her small voice cut through his mental calculations, vermillion eyes -so much like his own- widening as they tracked the blood spatter, “What happened to you?”
Sukuna's jaw tightened as he assessed the situation. Lying wasn't his style -not to her, not ever- but even he recognized certain truths weren't appropriate for children. Especially his own...
“Work got messy, that’s all.”
She set down her spoon carefully, but never once letting go of her ice cream cup, a furrow appearing between her small brows as she studied him, “Is that blood?”
“…Yes.”
No point sugar coating it. She had his intelligence after all- sharp, analytical, missing nothing… She’d also seen enough cartoons to realize what’s coating his clothing and skin…

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I’ve been thinking about this image in my mind for a while and decided to draw it to purge it
Sukuna's mechanic intuition is put to the test when he notices you're trying to ignore a tiny car problem.
The noise started three days ago—a faint, rhythmic click-click-click that only appeared during sharp left turns. You kept the radio volume high, hoping that if you didn’t hear it, it wasn’t real. You’d certainly made sure not to mention it to Sukuna. You knew him well enough to know that if you showed even the tiniest mechanical suspicion, a hesitant, "Hey, does this sound weird to you?" he’d have your car up on the lift before you could even finish your sentence.
And frankly, you preferred avoiding a lecture on basic car maintenance and the sheer recklessness of ignoring a clear warning sign while you were already drowning in quarterly deadlines.
No thoughts just omega!reader getting strong binge urges before a heat.
All those hormones in your body deciding this time, you'll definitely get pupped. Which leads to screaming about putting on weight for the pups you'll surely have.
Pizza, cake, fruits, drinks. It all sounds amazing in your heat-induced hunger. You eat until you're full, then keep eating because your instincts purr at every bite.
Which leads to now. Your stomach uncomfortably full with every move you make, crawling into your nest and clambering atop of gaz. You whine, flop down on top of him with a quiet oof.
"Tummy hurts, baby?" He asks, clearly knowing the answer by the way he smoothes a hand over your bloated stomach. "Not gonna throw up again, are you?"
You groan, cuddle up further for the warmth and partially to spite gaz. He indulgently pushes a soothing scent, something to make you feel safe. Omegas feeling vulnerable after a heat-induced binge could negatively affect health.
Gaz offers you a kiss to the forehead, two large arms wrapped around your torso. He doesn't mention the fact you do this every heat, or that a pup really isn't likely.
Gaz handles you gently, curls into the nest with you and purrs until you're soft and sleeping.
You (jokingly) threaten Sylus with divorce, but he knows your souls are tied, so he's not worried.
"You'd ignore your husband for half a day," a smooth voice called above you, "just because he drank your last yogurt cup?"
Huffing and crossing your arms, you turned away from the figure that stood beside you. "Ex-husband," you said curtly.
"Oh?" Your eyes were closed, you felt his presence beside you anyway, radiating heat and pressure. Cracking your eyelids open a smidge, you saw one muscular arm pressed against the wall in front of you, caging you into the couch where you sat. The other grabbed the hand that were popping out of your crossed arms. He began rubbing your fingers with his thumb, but you had to stay strong.
"Do you think I deserve this punishment, kitten? You want to rip my life apart?" he asked. Silence. "Why don't you serve me with the papers then?" Yanking your hand, you stifled the yelp from your mouth when he pulled you close. "You will take everything in the divorce, and leave me in ruin."
Although he spoke of his demise, he held you as if his arms were iron.
"I'll have nothing except my name, not even half of my soul, is my kitten so cruel?" he'd ask.
"...Would my ex-husband be so stupid as to hand everything to me?" you muttered back. It was true you two didn't sign a prenuptial, but there was never a thought in your mind that you would take everything in a divorce. You made good money on your own and you knew you could live well without his.
"Hand it to you?" he repeated. You tried to yank your hand away, but he held on fast, linking his fingers with yours. "You already have everything. The second we went to the registration office and signed our names on that paper, everything that was mine became yours. I have nothing without you."
You held your breath. You didn't want to comment on how hot your face was becoming or how heated your heart was at his confession.
His empire, everything he had worked for, the riches he had accumulated. What was the point of that without him?
"...Then I should've written in that marriage contract for every snack you eat of mine, you should buy me at least three more."
A chuckle and that stupid smirk appeared on his face again.
"Is that all it takes for you to not throw me away?" Amusement filled his red eyes.
"Give me back my yogurt cup and I'll think about it," you said, cupping his face with both hands.
Me: *kills your bf*
Tw blood, tw death

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NSFW ARTIST ! GOJO ♥︎ SATORU is an artist in New York, and he's smitten with his new muse. It's love at first sight, like straight out of a story he's written. But just how far will this love go? Maybe, to Paris. And then, maybe, to the wedding arch. Or maybe, it'll just stay in the sketchbooks. wc ~ 4.7k
ㅤ ♥︎ MDNI/ADULT CONTENT────love at first sight, lots of fluff, plot twist ending :: eventual smut :: slight slowburn :: friends to lovers :: light crack :: a teaspoon of Suguru jealousy
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Shame this lovesick pervert.
He asked you to be his muse on the same day he met you. And I’ll tell you all his secrets if you promise not to tell him I told you... but he has never asked someone to be his muse before.
Satoru’s a reclusive artist. He doesn’t get out much unless Suguru forces him to, and even then, he only touches grass for 0.2 seconds before running back to his drawing board and continuing storyboarding the next cunnilingus scene.
His latest WIP?
It’s extremely similar to the last one, because he’s trying to sate his hopeless romantic soul through his work; strangers to lovers. Love confession. Kissing. Hand holding. Cunnilingus. Fellatio. Creampie. Cuddling. Aftercare. Happy ending.
He’s garnered a considerable audience online, received plenty letters from people thanking him for depicting realistic, wholesome sex—and even better, for always writing good plots. He’s regarded as a modern-day Michelangelo-Shakespeare... if they were horny.
But he’s dissatisfied with his work. He stresses over scribbled scrapped sketches, studio littered with half-attempted works and lazy over-used tropes. All his characters feel flat, pointless—no soul, no purpose.
If only someone could come along, walk into his life and inspire him. He could draw them all day every day. A muse he could fall in love with.
Ah.
Good idea, Satoru. Write that down.
Fated lovers, artist meets his muse trope—perfect.
♥︎
It’s your close friend Suguru Geto that introduces you to him.
And it’s about damn time, too, because Satoru's been hearing his best friend yapyapyap about you like a little dog for well over six months now. I mean, it’s really honestly just gotten annoying to hear your name mentioned every day—daresay it’s sparked a little jealousy in him from time to time, especially when Suguru praises you like you hung the stars.
As if you were more special than him...
yeah right.
Who could be more special than Satoru?
Hiseyes captivate, stun people into cricket silence—I’m telling you, his mom's womb must have been an art studio to be able to produce a walking masterpiece like him.
My god, just look at that face; sculpted by Michelangelo himself. The enigmatic Mona Lisa smile that keeps one guessing at how he feels. The divine dimples on his cheek that make a girl's knees buckle, and effortlessly perfect lashes to make her envious.
C’mon, god liked Satoru Gojo so much that he gifted him with the prettiest six-inch fingers and enough noggin to use them...
on art...
and other things.
Surely, throughout heaven and earth, he alone dominates, right? Or at the very least, he’s the most divine creature that ever walked these New York streets.
—yeah yeah, then he meets you.
Jason bust 🥶
HOP, BUNNY! starring easter bunny!nanami
mdni. fluff. smut. a certain cranky blond man has a soft spot for the hot MILF next door - and will do anything to get in your panties!
"do you wanna be my daddy?"
nanami choked on his cold coffee, hand flying up to cover his mouth before any could dribble out and stain the shirt he definitely didn't change three different times this morning before stepping outside for the short stroll to his car.
which, of course, just coincidentally lined up with you wrangling your five year old into your mini-van. which he also certainly didn't think about filling up with a few more car seats every time he saw the curve of your ass and the swell of your breasts when you bent to buckle your kid in. whether it was a pretty little pencil skirt clinging to your thighs or a t-shirt that looked sort of like you'd found it in the children's section considering how tight it was around your chest, he always ended up staring.
still, he was trying his damndest to be polite. simply neighborly when he offered to help load up your trunk with a cooler and snacks for your daughter's soccer game.
"honey," you softly scolded her, an adorable flustered expression flashing across your face as you rested your hand on your hip. truthfully, he didn't know what the situation was with your daughter's father. he didn't seem to be in the picture at all considering you always seemed to have custody of her. "you can't just ask him-"
"but you called him cute, and my friend said that-"
you shut the door before she could continue, pride flaring in his chest at the idea that maybe this feeling might be mutual right as he shut the trunk with his free hand.
"ignore her," you mumbled, avoiding his stare as fiddled with your key ring, readjusting your purse over your shoulder. "thanks for helping, by the way."
"of course," nanami murmured, stepping closer as he attempted to sound casual. "anything for you two."
you laughed, like it was a joke.
as if he wouldn't actually do anything to be your daughter's step-father. to be the daddy to her future siblings.
"you know, if you need me, I'm right next door," he added, wondering if he was coming off as desperate as he felt.
you made a face. nose scrunching up, like you needed something, but didn't know how to ask. biting your bottom lip as you leaned in, and maybe it was the whiff of perfume he caught, all sweet and intoxicating, or simply the way the sun was catching your eyes, something about the warmth that surrounded you rendering him incapable of making sound decisions.
how else would he wind up in a stuffy bunny costume the next weekend?
creeping in through your back door to surprise your daughter just because you asked? holding a big basket that he had decided to put together himself, picking out candies and trinkets and toys he thought she'd like?
it was awful inside the costume. it reeked faintly of plastic and manufacturing, sweltering as he struggled to see through the fuzzy eyes.
still, when you let out that giggle and he heard your daughter's excited squeal the second she saw him, he supposed what he sacrificed in dignity was more than made up for in the brownie points he sincerely hoped he was scoring for this.
and underneath it all, being here brought him a strange sense of satisfaction anyway. contentment. fuzzy feelings stirring in his chest at how easy it was to fit in, to be a part of a family. your daughter hugging one of his legs through the suit while he patted the top of her head, wishing he could see more of your face while you reminded her to thank him.
experiencing the tiniest taste of fatherhood watching your daughter flounce across your living room, dragging the easter basket he spent a frankly embarrassing amount of time on back to her bedroom, giggling and grinning about her newest treasure without a single care in the world.
and fuck, he wanted more.
"i think you can take that off now," you murmured, practically in his big, floppy ears as you tugged on the arm of his costume. "i still can't believe you actually showed up in that."
"i told you before i'd do anything," he softly said. "i'll be whatever you two want."
"even be her dad?" you said it light enough that it might be a joke. like you were expecting him to just laugh it off too.
but as you pulled down the zipper on the back, he refused to let the opportunity slip by him.
even if he was in a goddamn bunny costume.
"if that's what you want too," he bluntly answered, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
you made a small noise.
almost a squeak.
"nanami-"
you froze behind him as you breathed his last name and he resigned himself to the assumption that you had no interest in sharing it. he had to awkwardly turn and twist to get out of it himself. he'd dressed rather casually compared to what he usually wore around you, a compression shirt he typically saved for the gym clinging to his chest to disguise his sweating and cotton gym shorts that hung onto his muscled thighs.
bending over to grab the suit once he was fully free, about to toss it somewhere where your daughter wouldn't accidentally stumble across it and realize it was just him in a cheap costume, but he caught a glimpse of your expression, and realized you were actually checking out his ass.
"well?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he paused there. "do i have to hop to hold your attention?"
he'd honestly rather you hop on something else.
but he wanted you to admit you wanted it too. just say out loud that this wasn't only in his head.
your eyes slowly dragged over the body he'd been in the gym five evenings a week for since the first month you moved in. chewing on the inside of your cheek as your glossy lips parted, "are you really flirting with me, mr. bunny?"
he couldn't tell if you were teasing or taunting. flat-out mocking him, maybe. mouth making that pretty 'o' he'd been fantasizing about kissing nearly every night as your lashes fluttered.
"should i stop?"
you shook your head. just a tiny little bob, your breath catching in your throat, trying to dare him to do something just with the heat in your stare. "no."
that was all he needed to know.
nanami kicked the bunny costume under your couch.
bridged the distance between you, thick fingers hesitating as they settled low on your hip, wrinkling that tiny sundress he was hoping you'd worn for him. an even trade, he supposed, suffering in the bunny costume just to see you in that.
you were looking expectantly at his mouth, and he found himself gravitating towards yours on instinct, leaning down before he could stop himself, his other hand cupping your soft cheek as his nose nudged against yours.
"i promised you payment, didn't i?"
he never thought it would come in the form of you bent over your kitchen counter five minutes later, dress hitched up high around your ass and panties caught around your thighs as he pounded into you. your moans muffled into his hand while he decorated your thought with delicate kisses.
teeth skimming the skin but not sinking in to break it, teasing you as his swollen cock stretched you out with messy thrusts. hips slamming into that ass he'd dreamed of, your thighs trembling as his free fingers played with your clit.
toying with that sensitive bundle of nerves, figuring out what made you squeeze around him, walls clamping down on his cock as he tried to explore every sensitive spot that had you whining his name into his palm.
"mm, mhm," you whimpered, something that sort of sounded like his last name breaking through as he clicked his tongue with disapproval.
"it's kento for you," he corrected, his breath warm on your skin as he felt some tight string in his stomach pull tight at the simple idea of you calling him that, abs tensing as you wiggled your hips back to force him in deeper. "you'll have my last name one day anyway."
your response was another low moan, his fingers twitching as he pressed harder on that perfect bundle of nerves between your thighs, feeling you unravel fast and hard as he tried to hold himself back.
it just wouldn't do to accidentally knock you up now.
not before he took you out on a proper date. made himself an official member of your family before accidentally adding another one.
even if your pretty pussy was trying to milk him for it.
"do you have any idea how difficult you're making this for me?" he grunted, hips slamming down as he tried to keep rubbing you through your high, chasing his own, the thick veins of his cock throbbing, his instincts screaming at him to cum inside of you. "how much it's killing me to not put a baby in you right now?"
you tried to reply, but it was barely coherent, just a slur of syllables as he rutted into you even faster.
and then you nodded.
shit.
maybe he'd need to invest in a better bunny costume.
it looked like he'd need it next year after all.
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reblogs + comments are always greatly appreciated :3 originally this was going to be a crack fic where witch!reader cursed her grumpy neighbor to transform into various holiday mascots but alas i changed my mind
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i just. wow. WOW. thanks for the food oml
I wish there were more Utahime fanfics :(
as a cis guy, when presented with the "99% you get a ton of money, 1% you turn into a girl" it honestly would be dumb to not hit that button until it breaks. like ok now i have 100 bajillion dollars and gender dysphoria. big deal. i have all the money in the world to turn me back into a guy. like with that kind of money i could have obama do me a phalloplasty. he wouldnt be able to do it as he isnt a surgeon but the point still stands
Okay but hear me out OP, what if the button does the genie wish thing and it flips your internal experience of gender but doesn't change any of your external sex characteristics? This isn't even a gotcha, I'm just actually curious
well in that case i still end up with the "shitload of money & gender dysphoria" combo but this time obama is doing a vaginoplasty instead
#all roads lead to obama bottom surgery (via epicsause-official)
"Then transition."

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"Zayne, that isn't going to fit her." You watch as Zayne begins to dress your daughter in the little bear onesie he loves to put her in, and has been since she was old enough for it.
"Of course it is. It's always fit her." Zayne sounds confident, but his frown appears when her arms don't go comfortably into the sleeves like usual.
"It fit her when she was 6 months old. She's too big for it now." The baby in question doesn't seem to understand what's going on, laughing as if Zayne is playing a funny game with her. Once again, he tries to get her chubby arm through the fabric, but it simply won't go.
"You must have shrunk this in the dryer." He frowns, giving up on it. You hand him a newer onesie, one that actually fits. It's visibly bigger and it makes Zayne frown even more.
"We both know I didn't. It's called growing, Zayne." You hold back the laughter in your tone, but clearly your husband doesn't find the humour in the situation.
When she's finally dressed, he lifts her into his arms, holding her close and pressing a kiss to her soft hair, the colour so like yours.
"I don't want her to grow." He mumbles, nose brushing against her soft skin. She giggles at the ticklish sensation and both of your hearts melt.
"I know, babe, I know. She's gonna be crawling soon! Won't that be fun?" When you glance back at Zayne, there are tears blurring his eyes. He can't take his eyes off her, and the way she's absolutely fascinated by him, chubby hands grasping at his nose.
"Oh...Zayne, don't cry! It's gonna be okay! You knew she was gonna grow up at some point!" He nods, though he hugs her tighter as if to stop that very process.
Needless to say, you end up buying the bear onesie in every size it comes in.
a matter of respect — sukuna ryomen
pairing: professor!sukuna x professor!reader
synopsis: physics professor sukuna thinks you, a linguistics professor, are way too lenient while you know he could ease up on the strictness. after he wrongfully fails a student, you've just about had enough of his nonsense and he's more than ready for the confrontation.
contains: mdni, colleagues, university, bickering, jealously, slapping, sukuna is a professor from hell, reader is a cool professor, hate fucking, against the window, unprotected sex, mentions of marathon sex, morning after, 6.0k words
thank you to @winterrbluess for the art that inspired this
A prestigious university in Tokyo is known for providing its attending students with a well-rounded experience to help them flourish. Here, they are subjected to stellar curriculums, extracurricular activities that feel more like hobbies than something to make their resumés shinier and the party lifestyle is welcomed.
It's anyone's dream to be accepted but only the ones who know these corridors and lecture halls are aware of the feud between the Faculty of Science and Faculty of Humanities. Though, it isn't something that dates back to the Edo period or another ancient one such as that.
No, the staff get along well, hosting gatherings outside of work at least once every two weeks and booking getaways during the semester breaks. This is how they promote team building and why they're a tightly knit group, almost a family.
Though, like families, not everyone gets along and the animosity between two faculty members is enough to shake their foundation.
Legendary is what the student body calls it when the humidity of summer pales in comparison to the way the air stifles following the polite click-clack of heels and heavy stomping of loafers. A sound everyone is familiar with and hold their breaths when they hear as it could only mean trouble.
You're a whirlwind of flowy dresses, cardigans and unfiltered opinions, all the makings of an excellent Linguistics professor who brings donuts to class to sweeten your students and let them use your syllabus free Fridays to cram for other classes.
Specifically, the classes of one Professor Sukuna, the evil Physics genius who set draconian trials that have even the brightest of students in tears. He appears to think that he's the sole gatekeeper of academic integrity. The very existence of joy is a personal affront to him with how he's always grumpy, brows furrowed.