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pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x neglected!sorcerer!male!reader (ft. satoru gojo x reader)
summary: Your father let out a sigh of relief when he heard the news of you getting enrolled in the same religious school as your mother. He wasn't in a place to be your father, not when the city called him. Not when Dick needed a parent more than you. And there was something about you that scared Bruce just a bit. He just didn't expect for you to return to the manor years later looking like you went through hell and back. But Bruce and his kids don't have the time to unpack what happened to you in Japan. The city once again is put first. But then why are they sad when you return back to Japan following a man in a blindfold? And why does every fibre of their beings so badly wishes that you would follow behind them instead?
tags: jjk spoilers; past suguru x reader mentioned; emotional neglect; reader has an aura that batfam doesn't know how to deal with (it's his curse energy); typical jj & dc violence; death and murder; assassins; attempts at kidnapping; zenin clan mentioned; satoru dgaf about giving his clan an heir and goes after reader anyway; unrequited love; manipulation;
status: ongoing (irregular updates)
taglist: closed. more spots will open after act one.
prelude. mother's sacrifice
act one.
part one. the students of jujutsu
part two. the time we almost lost it all
part three. the downfall of the greatest
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AITA FOR SABOTAGING MY EX-GFâS NEW RELATIONSHIP ?
18+. sum đ˛ you and fratkuna are the kind of couple who break up & make up every other week. but when you swear youâre done with him and go off to date his rival, the new football team captain, can his frat brothers help him get you back ?
âsabotaging your ex girlfriendâs new relationship to get her back? this canât be a good idea.â
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ââhigh value womanâ but your new manâs a misogynist?!â
ryomen sukunaâs time of irritation is approximately 9:17 PM.
toru gojoâs bedroom floor is velvet carpet with half-empty beer bottles rotting on the rug. his center table is littered with poker cards & satoâs candy wrappers, and geto suguru & sato gojo are avoiding eye contact so they donât burst out in laughter as sukuna glares daggers at toruâs screen.
toruâs hands shake under sukunaâs glare but he holds the phone steady. the instagram post on screen is a slap to sukunaâs face.
HOT NEW CAMPUS COUPLE : FOOTBALL CAPTAIN NAOYA ZENIN & Y/N L/N !
and the photo is you. swollen lips & pretty gaze & a dress so short it makes sukunaâs jaw acheâbut not as much as naoyaâs arm around you does. beside you tojiâs cousin naoya zenin is there, grin cocky, eyes glinting in the camera light and arm around your waist because his fugly ass doesnât know you like to be held around the hips instead. sukunaâs jaw ticks.
âiâm gonna get her back.â
sato, suguru and toru all glance towards each other. they know what that voice means. thereâs no talking him out of it.
but toru lowers his phone, tries regardless. âare you sure? y/nâs always been strong headed. she might hate you even more ifââ
sukuna grabs his crotch aggressively. âkeep talking and iâll jizz on your face.â
toru squeaks. sukuna continues. âi know my own girl. know sheâs a fucking brat, doing this shit to get on my nerves,â he growls. âsheâs bored. testing me. probably doing this shit to see if iâll show up at practice ân break his jaw for touching her.â
suguru is biting back a grin. âcalling her your girl when she broke up with you last week? and the week before that?â
sukuna takes a swig of his beer but his jaw is ticking behind the can. âexactly. she knows where home is.â
satoâs grin is clumsy. âi dunno, man. seems like sheâs got a new address,â he elbows suguruâs side. ânaoyaâs pants, wellesley street east.â
âM-4-Y, 1-H-5,â suguru snickers.
âglad you two have the energy to joke,â sukuna sets down his beer with a thud. âmeans youâll have energy to help me out tomorrow night.
tomorrow? tomorrow can only mean one thing.
naoya zeninâs one million snap score party. and also, the party that the college football team throws every year before the start of a new season. the party that sukuna hasnât been to since he quit the role of captain. the party where sukuna first found you drunk & dizzy in an alley just out back, perfume strong & heels clicky, stumbling into his chest with a clumsy grin & flushed cheeks as he held your hips against him to keep you from falling. you reeked of vodka & you kept slurring his name & ryomen sukuna thought you were the prettiest thing heâd ever seen.
and now his pretty thing is somewhere curled into naoyaâs side, and the thought makes sukunaâs throat itch.
suguru cocks his head. âso iâm guessing you have a plan?â
sukuna chugs his beer. âyou know the plan.â
they doâthey all do. sato is already grinning. suguru is shaking his head. toru is watching the fratboys with worried eyes.
sato, suguru and sukunaâs lips curl.
the plan?
sabotage.
# SHOW TIME !
at naoya zeninâs one million snapscore party, the air is heavy with the smell of drunken bodies / athlete sweat / something alcoholic dripping off a countertop. getoâs piercings glimmer in the evening dim. ryomen sukuna has his jaw tight. and sato gojo is already drunk and somewhere dancing, legworking with ease as remaâs azaman blares through the speakers.
sukuna and suguru are still scanning the scene when naoya saunters up to them.
naoya zenin is badly dyed hair, bright green eyes and a cocky lilt to his shoulders. heâs got the teamâs varsity jacket around himâGO PANDAS!âand a grin too cruel to be kind. he raises his hands in faux welcome.
âsuguru, sukuna,â naoya smiles. âdidnât think youâd make it.â
sukuna eyes him. âcongratulations on your snapscore.â
âand my new position as captain,â naoya bites so hard his teeth show. âhowâs retirement treating you, ryomen? enjoying life off the pitch?â
suguru slings an arm around sukuna, quick to come to his defence. âheâs doing great, thank you. how about you, captain? have you found confidence in your buck teeth?â
naoyaâs smile dissolves.
ânice engagement bait,â naoya recovers. heâs grinning again but his lips only stretch, teeth hidden. âyou always did bite like a bitch, suguru.â
âi try.â
âenjoy the booze,â naoya lets out a jagged breath, turning away. âtry not to cry in your cups too much.â
sukuna has his arms crossed over his chest, suguruâs arm still slung around him. but heâs not watching naoya walk away. his eyes have drifted to you.
you across the party and perched on a seat at the bar, a glass of something pink in your hands and a dress so short he can trace the swell of your ass. and youâre laughingâoh god, youâre laughing, tucking hair behind your ear with flushed cheeks and a carefree smile. sukunaâs mouth dries. god, youâre so pretty. youâre always so pretty, and sukuna wants to tell you that; wants to curl up beside you and wipe away the red dribbling down your chin and maybe tug your dress down over your ass. youâd swat at him and tell him heâs ruining your outfit. and then youâd kiss him because you like when he gets territorial anyways.
you laugh again, and ryomen sukuna is already moving.
that is, until naoya curls up behind you.
sukuna stops in his tracks. naoya snakes an arm around your waist from behindâyour waist again, not your hips, fucking idiotâand sukunaâs jaw goes slack. he watches naoya press his parched, un-vaselined lips to your shoulder blades, and he doesnât miss the slight tense of your shoulders before you ease into his chest.
sukunaâs jaw ticks. âsuguru.â
âhm?â
âget sato. itâs time.â
suguru grins. âyes, boss.â
suguru disappears into the crowd. sukunaâs eyes shift back to you, back to naoya, back to the way his hands slide up your side and the way he whispers something in your ear. you laugh again and sukunaâs jaw twitches, because the sound itself comes out strained.
youâre uncomfortable. and heâd be a fool to miss it.
suguru reappears with sato in tow.
sato is drunk. swaying. red-bruised lips & booze in his breath. his cheeks are flushed pink & his hair sweat-sticky and heâs slung over suguruâs back like his life depends on it. he nuzzles into suguruâs neck. âmmhâyou called?â
sukunaâs eyes are still on you. he nods towards the bar, âyou see naoya?â
sato squints. âso ugly,â
âheâs got his hands on my girl.â
sato frowns. âthat wonât do.â
âyeah,â sukuna murmurs, lifting a cup of punch off a passing tray. suguru is wiping rum off satoâs lip. sukuna passes the cup to sato. âyou remember the plan?â
sato gives a drunken nod. and then heâs off.
the plan is simple: red punch, ugly naoya, combination. sato gojo is supposed to be a ninja, an image of stealth and diligence. instead heâs a wobbly drunken mess, giggling boyishly as he stumbles towards the bar.
heâs so close, sukunaâs eyes narrow. just a few more steps and then naoya will be drenchedâ
but sato trips. and as he falls, he pulls naoyaâs pants down with him.
the situation is a whole mess.
punch everywhere. sticky on naoyaâs shocked face, on satoâs fallen figure, on the partyâs hardwood floor. and everyone is watchingâstaringâat naoya zenin covered in punch, pants on the floor. those boxersâis that undertale?
naoyaâs face is blood drenched. âyou drunken fucking idiotââ
âmâsorry,â sato cries, face down, hands still gripping naoyaâs pants. âwas trynaâhicâspill the punch, hnghhâsuguruââ
âget the fuck off me!â naoya kicks at him, pants rippling around his ankles. someone is pulling out their phone to record. another is already recording. everyoneâs laughing, including you, and even ryomen sukuna is struggling to bite back the chuckle on his lips.
naoya scrambles out of the party, shuffling out in his sans undertale boxers with his pants around his feet. suguru has already made his way to satoâs side.
satoâs eyes are teary, and his forehead is bruised red from naoyaâs kick. suguru cups his face, brows knit. âhey man. you alright?â
sato groans. âi spilled the punch and the pants.â
âmhm,â geto snorts, smushing satoâs cheeks between his palms. âgood job, buddy.â
âi did good?â
âso good,â geto smiles down at him. âcome on, up you go.â
suguru helps sato up to his feet. sukuna is already moving.
towards you, you at the bar with your palm over your mouth to muffle your laugh as you watch naoya flee into the night. sukuna steps into your space. your eyes are still on the door before you slowly, slowly, turn your head around to him.
your pupils are blown. cheeks flushed and chest heaving from the alcohol, and your eyes focus for a minute before you grin.
âaww, look,â you beam. âif it isnât my ex-boyfriend.â
sukuna shouldnât take advantage.
he knows if you were sober, itâd be a different story. he knows youâd kick and hit at him, maybe snarl about his audacity to show his face around you. but youâre too many drinks too deep and as drunk and dizzy as the day he met you in that alleyway, so instead of kicking at him you lean forward to cup his cheeks.
sukuna tilts his head to kiss your palm. âHi, baby. youâre drunk.â
ânoo,â you slur. âiâm tipsy.â
âmhm,â sukuna grunts, stepping forward to slide his arms around your hips before you can lean off the chair. he tugs your dress down over your ass, then strokes your thigh. âthird glass?â
âso close!â you squeeze his neck happily. âiâm on my sixth.â
sukuna hugs you back. but his face is scowling.
naoya zeninâthat fucking idiot. sukuna knows your limit is four. he knows that any more than that and youâll be sick for days, groggy and weak and unable to get out of bed. he squeezes your hips. âsâtoo much, sweetheart.â
âi know,â you pout into his neck. âi couldnât resist.â
oh, his poor girl. sukuna kisses your hair. just onceâjust because he missed the warmth of your skinâbut then he does it again and again and you giggle into his chest. fuck. heâs missed the sound bad.
âiâm sorry.â
sukunaâs heart stops. âwhat?â
âfor going past my limit.â
sukuna can feel you pouting in his neck. he sighs, because of course thatâs what you meant. not that you were sorry for leaving him or whatever his delusions had him hearing in that moment. after all, he should be the one apologizing anyway. right?
âyouâre okay,â he hugs you closer, pressing your head into his chest. god, youâre gonna be so sick tomorrow; and the day after, and the day after. âiâm not mad, pretty. donât apologize.â
you nod against him. âare you gonna take care of me?â
sukuna wishes drunk you didnât talk so much.
because it hurts to have to say no, no but i want to, no but i would if i knew you wouldnât hate me for it when youâre sober, so he doesnât say it at all. instead he traces circles on your hips. âgimme your phone.â
you rest your chin on his chest and beam up at him drunkenly instead.
sukuna lets out a sigh, shifting just enough to reach for your purse without jerking you off his chest. he slips your phone into his palm and tries for the passcode. it unlocks in one go. the passcode is still his birthday, and sukuna sighs again.
âiâm gonna call shoko,â he murmurs into your ear. âsheâll take care of you, yeah?â
he could take care of you too, you know. if youâd let him. but you wouldnât, so he bites his lip.
âshoko?â you coo into his neck. âi love shoko.â
âi know,â sukuna squeezes your thigh. âi know you do.â
TORUâS REMARK: I HAVE A BAD FEELING ABOUT THISâŚ
EX-BOYFRIEND TACTICS #2: GO BIG OR GO HOME !
taught by: geto suguru
âlike the great oikawa tooru said, if youâre gonna hit it? hit it until it breaks.â
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ryomen sukuna is itch itch itching.
itching to know if youâre okay. itching to know if shokoâor, ugh, naoyaâlet you have those crackers you like to help you settle your stomach, kept your room slightly warm, and for christâs sake, kept you away from the advil. you love to reach for them after a night of drinking. sukuna knows it only makes your headaches worse.
you havenât posted on instagram in days.
not that he should know since you have him blocked. but luckily your account is public and satoâs allowed him to log in on his fake instagram hair page. SlayedBySato. hit them up on IG.
sukuna is lying on the couch, nose buried in a cushion. he watches your highlights with bleary eyes. in the one heâs viewing, youâre in a tight black dress, red and blue hues lighting up your face. youâre dancing the night away, cheeks flushed, lashes fluttering. his pretty party girl. god.
âlook at my girl,â he mumbles into the pillow. âso fucking hot. iâll slap the shit out of naoya zenin.â
geto laughs. âshouldnât have let her get away, then.â
on the floor, sato has his head in suguruâs lap, pouting as geto presses an iced cloth to his forehead. he flinches. âsugu, how much longer?â
âshh,â geto hisses, even though the swelling went down ages ago.
sukuna rolls so his body lays upright, setting his phone down on his chest. âitâs not enough.â he glares at the ceiling. âthat stunt with his boxers? did nothing but make a bunch of people laugh.â
suguru and sato look at each other. getoâs voice goes low.
âwhat are you saying?â
âiâm saying heâs a fraud and i want everyone to fucking know it.â sukuna sits up, tossing his phone unto the coffee table. âheâs still captain of the football team. but i have a video that could change that.â
âthe seasonâs first game, naoyaâs first official game as captainâŚâ sato thinks. âare you saying you wanna pull something?â
âiâm thinking of playing it in the locker room TV. make the other boys lose respect for him.â
sato and suguru look at each other again.
âboring.â sato says.
âhuh?â
âtoru has access to the AV booth,â a slow grin curls its way onto suguruâs lips. âwould be a fucking shame if he and i were to mess with the feed on game day.â
sato sits up from suguruâs lap. âlocker room TV? boring as fuck, man. the sukuna i know? heâd play whatever video he has in front of the whole fucking stadium.â
sukuna looks at his frat brothers. at their wicked grins and stupid pride and willingness to follow him to the ends of the earth. itâs foolish, honestly. going to such lengths to destroy naoya zenin because he dared to look twice at his girl. but heâs a stupid man, and his frat brothers are even stupider, and this is what the sigma-chi brotherhood is really about.
sukunaâs lip twitches. âi fucking love you guys.â
âwe know,â suguru says. âand donât ever say that shit again.â
# GAME DAY !
LETâS GO PANDAS !
the chanting in the stadium sounds more like a roar.
the air is electricâbuzzing, vibrating. cheerleaders on the sidelines with cheeks smeared in blue & red paint. thereâs the scent of hot dogs & fried food grilling. a crowd in jerseys with flags in their hands. in the kaisen campus stadium, the midsummer air is thick with anticipation. itâs game day.
sukuna sucks the air into his lungs. he hasnât been to the stadium in a minute.
sato has run off to get some hot dogs. suguru and toru should already be in the AV room. the pitch has no football players but marching band members instead, drums and trombones blaring music across the grass. sukuna should go over to his and satoâs seats. instead heâs on the stairs, staring down at you.
is it fair for you to look this happy with him away from you?
he shakes the thought away. he always wants you to be happyâhe thinks. but happiness with naoya? naoya zenin? heâs not quite sure about that. actually, he is. sukuna knows heâs fucking furious. he knows he doesnât like the fact that you have naoyaâs number on your back, or the fact that youâre jumping and cheering his name when the players havenât even walked out yet. his jaw ticks. something ugly curls in his throat. he swallows it away.
he stares a little longer. watches your skirt swish around your thighs, watches your arms wave in the air, watches your hips sway to the music. youâve clearly recovered and your dancing is out of tune as always, and sukuna bites back a smile.
heâs still smiling when you look up at him.
his face falls.
your head lifts towards him, and he doesnât miss the way your body tenses. your arms drop to your sides. your palms curl into fists.
uh oh.
you look away, pausing for a moment. and then you trudge between bodies and make your way over to what sukuna can only assume is the concession stand.
sukuna follows. he doesnât give himself time to think any better of it.
ââ
caramel popcorn and half-burnt sugar. the concession stand smells like caramel popcorn and half-burnt sugar.
and vanilla, but not the syrupy sweet kind. itâs the kind that sukuna smells whenever he kisses that spot below your ear, or presses his lips to the dip of your waist. at the concession stand, sukuna stands behind you with his hands in his pockets, pretending he doesnât see the frown on your face as you stand in line in front of him.
âgo away.â you deadpan.
âiâm here to eat.â
âYou will choke on your food and die.â
harsh.
sukunaâs used to it though. so when itâs your turn to get a donut, he slips out his wallet and drops some cash before you can even protest. the stand worker takes the excess money with a grin. you turn to sukuna with a frown.
âwhat are you doing?â
your tone is mean but ryomen sukuna canât take you seriously. your hair has ribbons tangled throughout it. you look so fucking cute.
he looks you in the eyes. âlet me check your temperature. feeling feverish? at all?â
you only eye him in response. âstop caring about me.â
âcanât,â he mutters. âlet me check it.â
he pads closer, and youâre still glaring daggers at him, but you donât bite his palm as it cups your face. he pats the back of his hand against your neck, then your forehead, then your chestâand then his palmâs on your cheek again.
âyou had six drinks that night,â he murmurs, thumb stroking your cheek. âwas so worried. donât like when you go over your limit.â
âiâm fine,â your voice is sharpâor trying to be. âdonât touch me.â
he shifts his hand into his pocket. âokay.â he says. âiâm gonna get you back.â
that sets you off. âiâm done with you, asshole!â you stab your finger into his chest. âiâm seriousâno more on and off bullshit. iâve moved on. iâm with naoya, for fuckâs sake. you just canât accept that cuz of your stupid little ego!â
youâre still stabbing his chest. sukuna only watches you patiently, letting you yell to your heartâs content.
âand i hate you!â you tug his collar just to shove him away again. âiâm moving on. iâm happy now. so donât try to act like youâre still my boyfriend!â
âsorry,â he trails off. heâs still watching you poke him with half-lidded eyes.
âi like your ribbons,â he murmurs. âyou look pretty.â
âugh!â
you storm off, and sukuna bites his cheek as your ribbons swing behind you. his hand finds the spot where you hit his chest and he sighs.
ryomen sukuna needs to get you back. and the sooner he does? the better.
âââ-
sato gojo has five bomboclat hotdogs in his lap.
how humongous! and worst of all, he refuses to share them with sukuna, who left his own food at the concession stand while his mind fixated on your face. you looked so pretty yelling at him. fuck. has he gone mad?
he shakes the thought away. he has his phone in his hands, facetime call with suguru on screen. toru gojo is setting up a monitor in the background with shaky hands. suguru has his phone at a poor angle and heâs humming into its mic with glee.
sato hooks his mustard-sticky chin over sukunaâs shoulder. âyo, sugu.â he says to the call.
âyo,â
âi have five hotdogs,â sato says humbly. âiâm saving a quarter for you.â
âlove your generosity.â
âthank you, brother.â
sukuna shoves satoâs face away, ignoring the pout on his face as he rubs his still-bruised forehead. âsuguru. howâs the prep going?â
âweâre all good here,â suguru says, turning the call camera to face toru and the set-up. âtoru, youâre on video. say hi.â
âuhâhi!â
âhey, twin!â satoâs chin is back on sukunaâs shoulder. he frowns. âi didnât save you any hotdogs.â
âthatâs okay,â toru pushes up his glasses. âi donât like hotdogs much anyways.â
suguru laughs behind the camera. âaww. iâll get you a hotdog, buddy.â
âguys, focus.â sukuna pinches his nose. âthe footage. is it ready?â
âyup,â suguru pops the p. just waiting for your signal.â
down on the pitch, the teams are lively.
the stadium is roaring. confetti everywhere, cheers and screams from fangirls and fanboys alike. the campus team jogs out in high spirits. and naoya zenin is there, golden boy of the season, arms in the air and waving like heâs the best thing since sliced bread. sukuna tries not to roll his eyes.
itâs a new season, and this one begins with a speech.
and who else to deliver it but the new captain, naoya? he has his helmet in his arm, grin wide, eyes gleaming. he stands on the podium with a mic to his mouth, and then he clears his throat.
his voice bellows. âGO PANDAS!â
the crowd roars. âgo pandas!â sato cheers along. sukuna smacks his head.
âit is my honor, as the new captain of the football team, to welcome you all to the new season. kaisen university has suffered many losses. but this year, under my lead, i swear to you allâvictory!â
the crowd roars again. sato is smart enough to not get caught up in the high spirits this time.
naoya raises a hand to calm the crowd. âbut first off, i want to say a thank you to our alumni, sponsors, teamââ
suguru turns the phone camera to himself, grinning. âi think this is the time?â
âyour thinking is correct.â
âhit it, toru.â
toru fumbles with the control panel. he plugs in a mic, and suguru brings his mouth to the head.
âhey naoya,â
suguruâs voice crackles through the stadium speakers. the crowd stills. the football team on the grass is frozen in confusion.
âthe alumni, sponsors, team youâre talking about,â you can hear the smile in suguruâs voice. âis it these ones?â
toru hits a button.
the big screen flickers.
the static shifts to a video. itâs one of those out of focus, wobbly snapchat ones, captioned âthis guyâ with a bunch of laughing emojis. someone says something in the background. naoya scoffs.
âalumni? sponsors? theyâre all a bunch of old has-beens with heart conditions,â he spits. âlousy fuckers with too much money. yet they canât even buy us a trophy. idiots.â
but the video doesnât end there. naoya is talking while he changes out of his uniform, focused on the locker in front of him. âand this shitty team,â he bites. âdumb fuckers who would need help to wipe their asses. canât follow instructions for shit. i see why sukuna fucking left.â
the video ends. all thatâs left is the grey replay button on the screen. suguru shifts back away from the mic, holding his phone to his face. âholy shit,â he says into the facetime call. âwe fucking did that.â
âyeah,â sukuna says. âwe did.â
but heâs distracted. naoya is arguing with someone on field but sukuna doesnât care to see what thatâs about. instead his eyes are on you down near the pitch, your hands gripping the stands. he canât tell if youâre confused, distraught, happy, sad. itâs fucking killing him. he needs to see your face.
sato climbs unto his chair. he cups his hands around his mouth. âGET HIM OFF THE FIELD!â
sukunaâs eyes widen in alarm, but others are already joining in. OFF-THE-FIELD! OFF-THE-FIELD! GET NA-O-YA OFF-THE-FIELD!â
on the pitch, naoyaâs face flushes in embarrassment. âyou sorry sacks of shit! do you fucking know who i am?!â
theyâll never know, because he never has the chance to tell. security guards are escorting him away before he even knows it.
sukunaâs eyes flit down the bleachers. back down to you. he finds you hopping at your seat, ribbons swishing as you chant along with the crowd.
OFF-THE-FIELD! OFF-THE-FIELD!
sukunaâs lip twitches. get him off the field.
âââ
âOFF-THE-FIELD! OFF-THE-FIELD!â
the chanting of the stadium is still buzzing in sukunaâs ears.
toru gojo left early, body aching with anxiety and in dire need of a nap. sukunaâs decided itâs about time to leave tooâcollege football games arenât really his thing anymore.
suguru and sato are geeking out over the whole thing behind him as sukuna trudges forward with his hands in his pockets. heâs half-smiling. he still canât believe the whole scene had you chanting along and hopping eagerly in your seat. so cute. your ribbons were bouncing everywhere. so fucking cute.
âthis is all your fault!â
sukuna knows that voice anywhere.
sato and suguru know it too. the smiles quickly leave their faces, brows knitting in alarm. the three quietly speed up towards the corridor, and the scene has sukuna seeing red.
âyou dumb fucking whore,â naoya has you cornered against the wall. âall this shit because of you and your crazy, batshit boyfriend. âdealâ my fucking asshole. you see how they embarrassed me? because of you?â
sukunaâs already moving. but geto pulls him back. âlisten.â
âyou canât pin this on me,â you try to keep your voice steady, but sukuna knows how your voice gets when youâre about to snap. naoyaâs face is too close to yours for his liking. âyouâre the one who said all that stupid shit. take some fucking responsibility.â
âresponsibility?â naoyaâs teeth curl. his breath is hot against your lip. âdeal my fucking ass. this was your plan all along wasnât it, stupid bitch? date me and get closer to me so you can sabotage me along with your boyfriendââ
ânaoya,â your voice is dangerous. âiâm warning you, get back.â
âor what?â he spits in your face. âyouâll call your big bad boyfriend to save you? run to him like some stupid little whoreâ?â
you slap naoya silly.
and for a moment, sukunaâs shoulders un-tense. heâs been holding his breath the entire time, fingers curled into the wall, suguruâs hand on his chest stopping him from charging forward. but fuck, heâs proud. thatâs his fucking girl. fuck. whyâd he have to go and lose you?
but he canât relax for long.
âyou fucking bitch!â
naoya shoves you against the wall and you thud against it. sukuna doesnât have to pry getoâs hand awayâtheyâre already charging in.
naoyaâs eyes widen as soon as he sees the trio. suguru swings. sato punches. but naoya dodges both, shoulder bumping into them as he slips between the two. he should be stopped by sukunaâbut sukuna charges straight to your side, tugging you to his chest, breath heaving. naoya zenin escapes.
suguru and satoâs eyes flit towards the exit. their breathing is sharp, ragged. their eyes drift back to you in alarm. fuck. youâre more important.
sukuna hugs you to his chest, tight. his hand presses your head under his chin. he wants to pretend youâre not fucking shaking in his arms, but god you are, godâyou are.
âyouâre okay, baby,â he lies. your hand is fisting his collar like you want to pull him closerâor maybe push him away. âyouâre okay. iâve got you, youâre okay.â
you squeeze his collar. âryo,â your voice is small, âdonât go after him.â
âi wonât baby, swear to god i wonât.â
but thatâs just another lie. he presses your head further into his chest, palm heavy on your head. and then he mouths to suguru and sato:
GO. FUCKING. KILL HIM.
they donât need to be told twice.
âryo,â you whisper in his chest. âwhere are they going?â
âtheyâre giving us privacy,â he lies, and youâll hate him for it tomorrow but heâll settle for holding you today. he kisses your head. âare you hurt? hit your head? look at me.â
he can feel your lips jut out in his chest. âiâm fine.â
âi told you to look at me.â
you grumble, but oblige regardless. and god, sukunaâs heart aches. you have your chin on his chest, lashes tear rimmed, cheeks flushed and lips jut out in a stubborn pout. your eyes are glistening with wet. sukunaâs jaw aches.
naoya zenin has got to go to hell.
and heâll send him there personally. he kisses your forehead, âgorgeous.â and then his thumbs wipe your lashes. âiâm gonna check if youâre concussed. do you have a headache?â
âthis is so stupid,â you grumble. âiâm not concussed. and you know it.â
sukuna ignores you, cups your face in his palms. âwhat day of the week is it?â
âmonday.â you grumble.
âgonna say some numbers, say them back to me in reverse,â he strokes your cheek. âfour-two-four-two-five-six-four.â
you say them back perfectly. sukuna kisses your forehead. âgood job baby,â he murmurs. âsmart girl. does anything hurt?â
âno.â
âdonât lie to me.â
you rest the side of your face on his chest, pausing for a moment. then you raise a hand to grip his bicep. âmy head hurts. just a little.â
âanything else?â
âi was scared,â you mutter, small. âi was so scared, ryo.â
naoya zenin has got to go to hell.
itâs the second time sukuna thinks that, but he shakes the thought away. he squeezes your hips. tilts your chin so youâre looking up at his face. your lashes are wet & your lips are wobbly & ryomen sukuna thinks you are grace.
âshh,â his thumb rubs your bottom lip. âyouâre safe. youâre always safe with me.â
âi know,â your voice croaks as you nod.
âfuck, baby,â he murmurs as he leans down to kiss your eyelids, nose, cheek, forehead. he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth. and then he finds your lips, tongue licking your mouth before he kisses you deep and slow.
âyouâre so fucking beautiful,â he murmurs between your lips. âmâgonna kill naoya.â
ânoo,â you whine, tugging his collar. âi told you not to do that.â
sukuna kisses his teeth, stepping back so he can hoist you up into his arms. his hands dip beneath your thighs to haul you up, and now youâre peering down at him through those sad, wet lashes. he kisses the pout off your lips. squeezes your thighs with his big hands. opens his mouth to sayâ
âi knocked that sucker out the park!â
sato and geto saunter back into the corridor, grins wicked, steps light. their knuckles are bloody and their jaws are bruised and their smiles are so bright theyâre practically gleaming.
you turn to look at them. sukuna grabs the back of your head and pushes you into his shoulder. you pout into his neck as he keeps his palm heavy on your head.
sato is shadowboxing. âright hookâleft hookââ he punches the air. âclean hit to the jaw. taught the bloody wanker a good fucking lesson.â he fakes a british accent.
suguru nods, hands in his pockets & smile smug. âit was a good punch.â
âright?!â
sukunaâs lip tugs. he clicks his tongue as sato fakes punches at suguru, suguru dodging them with lazy laughter. sukuna clears his throat. sato and suguru perk up.
âtake her to the nurse,â his voice is low. âmake sure she doesnât have a concussion.â
suguru steps forward and sukuna gently moves you into his arms. you frown up at suguru. âiâm not concussed.â
geto only chuckles, shifting your thigh over his arm to lift you better. âi donât think so either. but your boyfriend runs a strict program, doesnât he?â
âex-boyfriend,â you bite. âand heâs not stricter than me.â
ânever,â suguru smiles. âyouâre the strictest.â
sukuna scoffs behind you. sato just says he likes your ribbons.
he watches the boys leave with you. sato bouncing beside geto, you still arguing in suguruâs arms. but then he thinks about naoya. thinks about how he called his girl a whore, how he had the guts to shove you against a wall instead of just taking your slap like a fucking man. his jaw locks.
his feet are already moving. but then he remembers. donât go after him.
heâs already broken that promise, already sent sato and suguru to beat him bloody. and he trusts his frat brothers, trusts they didnât go easy on him. but his knuckles ache. he wants to beat naoya down so fucking badly.
but he knows if he sees naoya now, it will only end in death. and sukuna wonât be the one in the deathbed.
sukuna slams his fist into the wall. âfuck!â
SUGURUâS REMARK: CHILLL. WE CONTROLLED THAT
EX-BOYFRIEND TACTICS #3: ON THE OFFENSE !
taught by: toji zenin
âwant your girl back? then get fucking serious. stop playing her damn games and show her whoâs the man.â
ΣΧ
âi have to kill naoya zenin.â
on toji zeninâs bedroom floor, ryomen sukunaâs jaw is tight. his hands dig into his thighs and suguru sits beside him with worried eyes. toji zenin is on the edge of his bed, running a brush through a jet black lace front wig. his son, five-and-a-half year old megumi zenin, sits beside him with a beach blond color 613 bone-straight wig on his head.
megumi tugs his fatherâs sleeve, voice flat.
âdaddy, i have a buss down.â
toji doesnât look up from his mannequin. âlooks great, kiddo.â
toji zenin is twenty-four, stubble on his chin and single-ish student dad. single-ish because megumiâs mother left him when he turned twenty-one, but now heâs engaged to a pretty rich lady who sukuna still canât believe forgave him for his lies. whateverâthatâs a story for another day. even though tojiâs girl is rich, he still insists on picking up odd jobs here and there to support him and meg rather than relying on her money. heâs currently working as a wig influencer for ISEEHAIRÂŽ.
on sukunaâs right, suguru has his hair in twin braidsâcourtesy of megumi zeninâand the same kind of ribbons you wore on game dayâcourtesy of SlayedBySato. he pats sukunaâs shoulder. âhey man, itâs okay. sheâs okay.â
âyou donât fucking know that,â sukuna spits. âyou donât know it that bastard is still around her. i shouldâve fucking killed him. slammed his skull into the wall back in the stadium.â
megumi blinks, gaze flat. he tugs his fatherâs sleeve. âdaddy, is uncle kuna okay?â
âheâs in love,â toji answers, reaching for the hot comb. âmakes you stupid.â
megumi nods, blond wisps of hair sticking to his cheek. then he stares at uncle sukuna for a bit longer before sliding his chubby body off the bed. âiâm gonna lay my edges.â
megumi zenin pads away.
suguru smiles after him. but then his smile dissolves, and he shifts his gaze back to sukuna. sukunaâs jaw is still tight, eyes glaring daggers at tojiâs bedroom floor, and suguru elbows his side. ârelax, man. broodingâs not gonna fix anything.â
âsuguruâs right,â toji grumbles. âsato and suguru already beat him down. that didnât make you feel better, did it?â
sukuna squints.
âyou want your girl back? stop playing her damn games,â toji continues. âshow her she canât just keep playing around. youâve embarrassed naoya, sabotaged him. all youâve done is play along with her bratty lilâ antics.â
megumiâs voice comes from the other room. âdaddy, can you help me lay my edges?â
âin a minute, kid.â toji doesnât look up from the mannequin. âyou want your girl? beat her at her own fucking game.â
sukuna grits his teeth. suguru slings an arm around him, braids swinging. âthereâs a party for the football team tonight,â he says. âpretty sure y/n will be there again.â
sukuna swallows. thinks about it. and then the door swings open.
in comes sato gojo with megumi zenin in his arms. the five year old has wig edges laid, hair on fleek, and there is no doubt heâs been SlayedBySato.
satoâs grin is clumsy.
âdid someone say party?â
# SHOW TIME !
at the party, the bass is so loud the speakers are moving.
not a lotâjust a littleâbut the sound is so loud that sato is pouting as suguru helps him cover his ears. geto yells at some footballer to turn the music down. it takes them too long to comply.
sukuna is on a couch trying to ignore the babe curling herself into his side.
pamela? noâpairin. hair dyed mauve & flushed pink cheeks & a pretty nice rackânot that sukuna is looking. well he did look, heâs just a man and sheâs got some pretty nice tits, but itâs okay. he still thinks yours are perkier.
pairin is trailing a hand up his thigh.
âryo,â she coos. âitâs been forever. iâve missed you.â
it has been forever. ryomen sukuna hasnât slept with pairin, or any other girl for that matter, since he started dating you. yes youâve broken up and gotten back together a hundred times, and technically when youâre broken up heâs a free man, but sukuna knows if he dared to touch another woman even when youâre not with him heâd never hear the end of it. so heâs always been patient. always waited.
which is why itâs not fucking fair for you to let naoya curl up behind you right now.
his eyes narrow. ryomen sukuna watches as naoya slips behind you at the bar, arm around your waist once again. fucking idiot. sukuna doesnât even care about his arm on your waist instead of your hips anymore. once he gets his hands on naoya, he wonât even have an arm to begin with.
but sukuna doesnât understand it.
he knows his girl. he knows you. he knows you bark more than you bite, he knows youâre bratty and stubborn and selfish and petty, and he knows men like naoya zenin are not your fucking type. he knows you would never put up with a man who would even yell at youâhe found that out the hard way. so how could you let naoya touch you so casually after he dared to disrespect you?
are you really moving on?
heâs heard about it before. boundaries crumbling when people fall in love. is that whatâs happening here? is naoya manipulating you? are you being pressured? can he kill him?
or do you actuallyâgod forbidâlike naoya?
sukuna scoffs. fucking hell if you do. heâll kill naoya so you have no one to love. heâll be damned if the man who steals your heart after him is one that doesnât even know how to hold you right. naoya zenin will die today. ryomen sukuna will make sure of it.
âryo,â pairin coos. when did her tits press against his chest?
sheâs shifted so much that sheâs practically on top of him, thigh digging into his hip. sukuna kisses his teeth. âdonât fucking call me that.â
pairin pouts, sliding a hand down his chest. âso mean. ever since you started dating that girl, youâve become so mean to me.â
sukuna hears a laugh. itâs you, laughing at something the bartender says. another poor man who will be joining sukunaâs kill list. or maybe not, since you seem happy. you take a sip of your drink and frown when a drop lands on your chest. so cute.
pairin lifts a hand to shift his jaw back to her face. âyouâre smiling.â
âyeah,â his voice is bored. ânot at you.â
she frowns. âyou used to be fun.â
âi used to be single.â
he still is right now, but not for long. never for long. he watches as you take another cup from the bartender. thatâs drink number three. behind you naoya presses his face into your neck, and sukuna watches as you ease into him.
ryomen sukuna is blinded by rage.
heâs not quite thinking when he does it. heâs not quite thinking when he grabs pairin by the back of her neck, shoving her lips onto his. she squeaks, âmmphâ!â as sukuna presses his lips against her. she tries to sneak her tongue past his lips. he keeps his mouth shut.
sukuna sees it.
he keeps his eyes open the whole time, and across the bar he watches your face lift. youâre laughing, you always are, but then your gaze drifts across the room to him.
the drink in your hand nearly drops.
you do that little thing where your chest heavesâanxious?âand your fingers curl tight around the cup in your hands. your brows furrow like youâre glaring but your lips are wobbly, oh god, theyâre so wobblyâ
he pushes pairin off his lap.
but itâs too late. youâre already off your chair, scrambling, and sukuna canât see that well from this far but he knows your eyes are wet. he saw that tear slip down your cheek. he bolts for the exit but someone pulls him back by the shoulderâ
âsukuna?â satoâs brows are knit. âwhat the fuck? whatâs wrong man?â
sukunaâs chest is still heaving. his eyes are still on the door.
ryomen sukuna has lost the girl once again.
TOJIâS REMARK: NOT THAT KIND OF OFFENSE, IDIOT.
EX-BOYFRIEND TACTICS #4: SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE !
taught by: sato gojo
âgirls like y/n? they like to keep things difficult. and your prefer it just like that, donât you?â
ΣΧ
ryomen sukuna hasnât left his room in days.
two weeks. itâs been two weeks since he kissed another girl and watched you leave with tears in your eyes. and sukunaâs disgusted. stomach against the mattress and head buried in a pillow. youâre pretty when you cryâyouâre always prettyâbut not so much when heâs the cause of your tears.
SlayedBySato is officially blocked by you on instagram. satoâs tried to come in to cheer sukuna up, but to no avail. sukuna wonât eat anything suguru cooks, or any food at all for that matter. megumi sometimes opens his door and stares at him with bored eyes before leaving. toru comes into his room to sit on the floor and read. heâs always shaky & anxious and glancing up at sukuna every five seconds when he does that, but he still comes in to offer his company anyways.
sukunaâs scrolling through his phone, eyes watching nothing in particular. he gets a notification. probably suguru offering him food. maybe just team snapchat. he ignores it. but then his phone chimes again.
[ mineđŤ: OBLIGATIONS.docx ]
sukunaâs brows knit. you have him blocked. that canât be you.
but he clicks the message anyways. and it is you, and the first thing that greets him is your profile picture. youâre smiling big into the camera, angle low & silly, and somehow you still manage to look bright and beautiful. sukuna swallows. scrolls down to your new messages.
mineđŤ: i know what you did at that party was just to get my attention.
mineđŤ: since u wanna be pathetic iâll give you more opportunity to do so
mineđŤ: OBLIGATIONS.docx
sukuna clicks the document. there are no greetings, no âto whom may be concernedâ, no date or titles. just three things.
WRITE ME A LETTER OF APOLOGY. HANDWRITTEN.
CLEAR OUT EVERY ITEM IN MY SHOPPING CART. USERNAME: y/nthebaddest PASSWORD: d1cknballs11037
APOLOGIZE TO ME AND ADMIT TO YOUR PLANS OF SABOTAGE IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE CAMPUS, JUST LIKE IN YOUR STUNT ON GAME DAY.
his phone chimes again.
mineđŤ: you have one week. if you want me back youâll complete everything on this list. if u dc just ignore it.
mineđŤ: bye sukuna.
sukuna stares at the list. studies every word. contemplates each task.
and then he laughs.
yeah. thatâs his fucking girlfriend.
# SHOW TIME
sukuna trudges into the frathouse living room with his laptop under his arm. at the center table sato is already there, humming contentedly while playing a game of monopoly by himself. he perks up when he hears the sound of the door.
âwell, well,â sato sings. âlook who crawled out of my grandfatherâs ass.â
âwhat does that even mean?â
âignore him,â suguru hums. he steps out from the kitchen with a plate of steaming hot jollof rice in his hands. he scoops some with his spoon, blows on it, and offers a bite to sukuna. âhere, try some.â
âmm,â sukuna murmurs, leaning down for a bite. itâs hot, chewyâbut then sukuna frowns.
âthereâs no maggi in this rice.â
getoâs face falls. âno more food for you.â
whatever. sukuna sits at the center table, setting up his laptop right over satoâs monopoly game. he ignores satoâs protests as he opens up your shopping cart. âshe sent me a list.â he announces. âof stuff i have to do if i want her back.â
suguru slides in at the opposite side of the table, brows raised. âshow us.â
WRITE ME A LETTER OF APOLOGY. HANDWRITTEN.
CLEAR OUT EVERY ITEM IN MY SHOPPING CART. USERNAME: y/nthebaddest PASSWORD: d1cknballs11037
APOLOGIZE TO ME AND ADMIT TO YOUR PLANS OF SABOTAGE IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE CAMPUS, JUST LIKE IN YOUR STUNT ON GAME DAY.
sato blinks at the screen. âdick nâ balls,â he smiles wide. âi love your girlfriend.â
âtread lightly.â
suguru squints at the last item. âthis is bad. sheâs saying she wants you to confess in front of the whole school? like on game day?â his eyes lift to sukuna. âthe dean might actually suspend you if we pull something. you know how much trouble i got in when they heard my voice on the speakers?â
âi had to pay him out of trouble,â sato shudders. âand it wasnât cheap.â
sukuna frowns. if satoâs complaining? it definitely wasnât cheap.
but sukuna only opens up your cart, taking in the items on screen. heâs not surprised when he scrolls through the items. lingerie from bordelle & agent provocateur, bags from dior and bottega vennetta, shoes, makeupâthe high end kindâand then a bunch of sex toys, also unnecessarily overpriced. his lips tug when he notices a pair of lacy black panties. he already knows thatâs for him.
or it could be for naoya to fuck you in, so his face falls.
sato slumps against sukunaâs shoulder. âwow. pricey stuff.â
âshe likes nice things,â he mutters, double checking the items. he makes sure everything is in CAD and not USD, and then he checks out. nearly $5000 on clothing, accessories, lingerie. CIBC sends him a notification for possible fraud on his card immediately. he clicks no, this was me.
suguru whistles. âwell, thatâs that.â he leans back on his palms. âon to task number two?â
ââ
sukuna taps his pencil against the paper in front of him. âhow do i spell exquisite.â
âe-s-q, u-z-t,â sato answers proudly. âall you have to do is sound out the vowels. i learned that trick back in freshman year.â
âthere are no vowels in what you just spelled.â
suguru drags a palm over his face. he watches as sato strokes his chin, both he and sukuna staring at the half-empty letter with intense focus. heâs not sure whether to start with explaining to sato that this is not the spelling of exquisite, or if he should let sukuna know that âeâ and âuâ are indeed vowels.
he chooses to do neither. âsukuna, what do you need the word âexquisiteâ for?â
âi need to tell her her ass is exquisite.â
âin her apology letter?â
âYes.â
oh, okay. actually noâitâs not okay. suguru pinches his nose. âthis is an apology letter. what does her ass have to do with this?!â
âshe likes when i say nice things about her body,â sukuna mumbles, low. geto softens. thatâs actually sweet.
âiâm gonna tell her i like her nipples.â
suguru snatches the letter from his hands.
he makes the mistake of letting his eyes drop to the poorly written text, and heâs reading it in his head before he can think any better of it: Hello, I am sorry. Your ass is esquizit. Come back to me. Nipples.
âjesus fucking christ,â suguru breathes.
sukuna scowls at him. âyou didnât let me finish the last sentence.â
sato hugs his knees. âi like this letter.â
suguru ignores them. he puts the letter aside, and tears out a new sheet of paper from the notepad on the table. âlook, ryomen. i know youâre not good with words. and i know y/n itâs important to you. so weâre gonna help you.â
sato leans back on his palms. âyup, we are.â
âi meant iâm gonna help him,â suguru glares at sato. âtell me whatâs on your mind. what you think. what you feel in your chest when you think about her. if she looked you in the eye and told you she was upset about all youâve done, what would you say to her?â
sukuna scowls at nothing in particular, pondering. âiâd kiss her.â
âthatâs what you would do,â suguru wags his pencil. âwhat would you say?â
sukuna thinks a bit harder. he thinks about how you look when youâre sad, how you donât laugh, how your bottom lip juts out in that wobbly pout that makes his stomach hurt. he thinks about how youâd cuss at him before the tears fall, and then youâd grip his collar while spitting teary insults, before collapsing in his chest and letting him kiss your cheek till you quiet down. sukuna thinks very hard.
âiâd tell her iâm sorry,â he says. âand that i hate it when she cries.â
suguru nods. âgo on,â
âiâd tell her i was scared,â he murmurs. âof her moving on. of her finding someone better.â he breathes. âi donât want her to be with anyone thatâs not me.â
suguru and sato stay silent.
âi donât even care about naoya,â sukunaâs voice is tired. his palm slides over his face. âi just want her to be with me.â
âaww,â sato coos.
âshut up.â
but sukuna doesnât shove sato away when he leans over to hug his head. sato pats sukunaâs face into his chest. âsuguru,â sukuna mutters. âcan you say that i miss her?â
âalready did.â
suguru turns the paper around to reveal the words. sukuna squints to make out the words behind the pretty cursive.
dear y/n,
i know i've said sorry a thousand times. i know it doesn't mean much coming from me. but i mean it. i'm sorry for the party. i'm sorry for kissing someone else. i'm sorry for making you cry. i hate it when you cry, hate when i make you sad. i hate it when you look at me like you don't trust me anymore.
i was scared. scared you were moving on. scared you were finding someone better. i was scared i was losing you for good.
i don't care about naoya. i don't care about other women. i don't care about any of it. i just want you.
i want to earn you back. i want to earn your trust. i want to be the person you deserve.
i love you. i've never loved anyone else like you. i don't want to love anyone else. please give me a chance to prove it.
â sukuna
sukuna blinks at the letter. âi sound pathetic.â
âyou are pathetic,â suguru sets it down. âfor y/n at least.â
he is, isnât he?
suguru taps his pencil against the table. âso, do you like it? or shall we draft a new one?â
sukuna thinks about it. sato is still patting his head.
ânah,â he says. âitâs perfect.â
SATOâS REMARK: OH WEâRE SO GETTING HER BACK
EX-BOYFRIEND TACTICS #5: HAVE YOU EVER APOLOGIZED WITH YOUR LIFE ON THE LINE ?!
taught by: nanami kento
âthis is the stupidest plan iâve ever heard.â
ΣΧ
the letter is done. the shopping cart is cleared. but the boys of sigma chi canât rest just yet.
they do so anyway. suguru is sprawled lazily on the couch, legs spread and popcorn bucket in his hands. sato has his cheek on getoâs chest, curled up beside him. and even sukuna is leaning into the warmth, legs crossed on the floor and his head against suguruâs leg. the tv is playing something none of them truly care about.
suguru takes a bite of popcorn, teeth sticky. âhow the fuck are we gonna pull off the last task?â
sato tosses a kernel into sukunaâs open mouth. âi have no idea.â
suguru pops another kernel between his lips, and then feeds a bite through satoâs open mouth on his chest. âbefore we even get to thatâiâve been thinking. what about that deal naoya mentioned? back in the stadium?â
sato and sukuna perk up.
sukunaâs jaw ticks again. heâs tried not to think about it. tried not to think about how naoya dared to raise his voice at you, how he dared to shove you back in his anger. he licks his canines. his chest is hot.
âiâve been thinking about it too,â sato says. â i have a theory.â
âuh oh.â
âdonât be mean,â sato pouts, and suguru pulls his cheek lovingly. he leans off suguruâs chest, palms still on his shoulders for balance. âmy theory? y/n wants to make sukuna jealous. naoya wants him jealous too. boom. they work together and date.â
suguru nods. âbut now, naoya thinks y/n is dating him so she and sukuna can work together to trash his reputation,â he muses. âand so heâs treating her badly.â
sukunaâs nails dig into his palms.
he knew you wanted him jealousâthatâs obvious. but the thought of his stupid antics putting you in danger? with naoya? fuck. youâre a sharp girl. but youâre all bark and no bite. what the fuck is he supposed to do if naoya even thinks of disrespecting you again?
he speaks up. âback at the party. the one we went to after the game,â he bites his cheek. âi saw her with him again. thatâs why i got mad. kissed that pamela bitch.â
âpairin.â
âi donât give a fuck.â sukuna grumbles. âbut thatâs not what tripped me up. she was with naoya againâeven after how he treated her.â his fingers dig into the couch. âshe drags me by the ear when i raise my voice just slightly. why would she stay by naoya after all that? just to make me jealous?â
geto thinks out loud. âwhat if he has something on her?â
the boys go quiet.
for you to stay with someone like naoya, genuine or not? sukuna knows it must be something serious. he leans off the couch, turns to his boys.
âwe need to start planning that final task.â
# SHOW TIME !
âkenny,â suguru begs. âplease. we need your help.â
nanami pushes up his glasses. âimmediately no.â
the theatre hall is humongous.
thousands of students fitted into velvet seats. thereâs some ceremony todayâwhat itâs about, sukuna doesnât knowâbut he knows itâs the only opportunity he has to fulfill your last task. the next gameday is a week away, past the one week timeframe you specified.
sukuna also knows youâre in the crowd. heâd seen you sitting close to the front. right next to naoya.
god, you looked gorgeous. low cut top that exposes your plush breasts because you have no sense of time and place. skirt short as always, bunched up around your thighs, and lashes fluttering. bored. you looked hopelessly bored and beautiful next to naoya, and it wasnât till shoko slipped into the seat beside you that your glossy lips smiled again. fuck. sukuna hopes heâll get to speak to you soon.
but right now, he and the boys are trying to convince nanami to let him show up on stage in place of presenting his speech.
theyâre all backstage. sigma chi treasurer nanami kento is sat at a makeshift desk, tie pin straight, expression flat as usual. âi will not allow you to take over my speech in the name of love and sacrifice. this is the stupidest plan iâve ever heard.â
ânanaken, youâre not listening,â sato shakes his shoulders. âthis is a matter of life and deathâour last chance to help sukuna get his girl back.â sato pleads. âif we donât succeed, heâll be depressed!â
âi wonât be depressed.â
âheâll be depressed!â
nanami only pinches his nose.
âlook,â suguru starts, leaning over the table with his palms. âletâs make a deal. you let us crash your speech? sato buys you all the BL manhwa you want.â
nanami perks up. âBL?â
sato frowns. âsato?â
âexactly,â suguru says. âi know youâre tired of reading semantic error on a screen. weâll get you all the physical copiesâand whatever other BL you have on your reading list. all you have to do is let us crash your set.â
nanami thinks about it. thinks about how nice itâd be to see jang jaeyoung on a page, how heâd be able to have the story right there between his fingertips. he thinks about it. ponders hard.
and then he nods. âyouâve got yourselves a deal.â
ââ
each speech passes by way too fast.
well honestly, not fast enough. the audience is snoozing. they forget to clap after some speeches, and in the crowd sukuna can see you watching, bored. you have your head against shokoâs shoulder, phone in your hands. a man in a suit walks up to the stage to remind the audience of âetiquetteâ and âkeeping their phones awayâ. you roll your eyes and take a selfie with shoko, lips puckered out.
god, he misses you.
he closes the backstage curtains. suguru is waving his speech around. âyouâre up next, man. you ready?â
sukuna swallows. why the fuck does he feel anxious? sukuna doesnât do anxious. angry? horny? yes. but anxious?
he swipes the speech from suguruâs hands. âyeah. mâready.â
âââ
sukuna is not ready.
but heâs not anxious either, so thatâs a win. his bodyâs vibrating with something he canât quite name. the audience is clapping away as the current presenter leaves.
suguru claps his back. âgo.â
and go he does. he rips the velvet curtains apart and trudges his way to the podium. his hands are in his pockets and his gaze is bored and through the corner of his eyes all he can see is you you you.
you, with your brows furrowed and lips in a pout he wants to kiss off. you stare after him with big eyes, before your eyes go even bigger. he watches you facepalm.
that shouldnât make him laugh. he sets his speech on the podium.
in the audience, shoko is nudging your shoulder. âgirl. isnât that your man?â
naoya turns to frown at her. âexcuse me?â
you and shoko ignore him. âi have no idea what heâs up to.â you lie.
on the podium sukuna clears his throat. the TVs overhead are zoomed in on his face. his hair is golden-red under the lights, and sweat glistens on his skin, and sukuna takes in a deep breath.
âmy name is ryomen sukuna, and iâm the previous captain of the pandas football team.â
some people whistle and cheer. others watch in silent confusion. naoya is gritting his teeth beside you and shoko is squeezing your thigh.
âiâm here to make a confession in light of recent events within our campus community,â sukuna murmurs into the mic. god, fuck geto suguru and his pretty cursive. sukuna canât read shit.
âat the first game of the season,â sukuna clears his throat. âthere was a video broadcast that interrupted the flow of the ceremony. i profusely apologize for that,â he says. âi was the one responsible.â
gasps fill the arena.
âitâs unsportsmanlike, i know.â he adjusts the mic. âwhether the contents of the video are honest or not, to broadcast them during the ceremony was uncalled for and inappropriate. i had no good or honest intentions behind it.â he grits his teeth, eyes leaving the script.
âi wanted to embarrass naoya.â
the crowd is silent, and sukuna finds your eyes.
youâre looking right at him with an expresssion he canât make out. beside you naoya is there, arm around your seat, and anger seeps into his chest. naoya has a black eyeâheâll have to thank suguru and sato for that. heâll also have to give him a matching one on his left eye.
he continues his speech.
ânaoya zenin, captain of the pandas, stole my girlfriend.â he spits into the mic. âso i chose to embarrass him publicly. thatâs it. thatâs my reason.â
the audience is muttering, talking amongst themselves. some people have their phoneâs up, recording. some are enraged. some girls are swooning.
ây/n l/nâfuck,â he spits into the mic, gaze bleary. heâs gripping the podium with both arms now, head down and away from the cameras. âevil fucking girl,â he murmurs.
âyou donât want him, baby,â he breathes against the mic.
âcome back to me.â
the theatre is silent.
and then it roars
single ladies. girlfriends. boyfriends. members of the football team who miss life under sukunaâs reign. theyâre all cheering for him, loud and unrestrained. clapping as sukuna grips the podium with his eyes on the hardwood. the headlights flash on his face and he squints to look past them, eyes lifting towards the audience.
youâre not at your seat.
why?
did you miss the end of the speech? sukuna blames himself. he didnât even have the guts to look up at you as he breathed out the last line, and now heâll never know if you heard the very words heâs been wanting to say. sukuna almost laughs. his eyes are hot but he almost laughs.
the audience is still roaring. sukuna rips his speech off the podium and walks off the stage.
NANAMIâS REMARK: SO ALL THAT FOR WHAT?
BOYFRIEND TACTICS #1: NEVER LOSE ME.
taught by: y/n l/n
ânever had a bitch like me in your lifeâ
â¤ď¸â
when sukuna trudges through the curtains, sato and suguru are already there.
faces flushed, chests heaving. âholy fucking shitââ suguru pulls sukunaâs head into his arms. âyou fucking did that.â
he did. so why does he feel so damn empty?
sato is practically bouncing, worming his way into the hug. âyou did that!â he cheers. âdid you see y/nâs face? was she cheering tooâ?â
âshe left.â
sato and suguru freeze.
suguru pulls away first. sukunaâs face is dull, downcastâand his eyes are dark and soulless. âoh noââ suguru mutters. he holds sukunaâs face. âdid you see when she left?â
âno,â he murmurs. no, he didnât.
âfuck,â sato curses. âfucking hell, manâisnât this low? even for her?â
suguru pulls sukunaâs head back under his chin. sukuna doesnât resist or protest. just stares at the wood floor with empty eyes. but then a voice calls his name.
âryomen sukuna. are you brooding?â
if god liked him, it wouldâve been you. standing there in your short skirt and skimpy top and a teasing smile on your lips. mocking his misery. grinning up at him.
but instead itâs shoko ieri, brown hair under a bucket hat.
under normal circumstances, heâd be happy to see her. sukuna likes most of your friends. theyâre all pretty party girls like you, a bunch of twenty-something year olds who think life is about bourbon glasses and friday mornings passed out in the backseat of someoneâs car. theyâre wild but theyâre all nice girls, and theyâre good to you so thatâs fucking that.
but he doesnât want to see your friends. sukuna wants to see you.
suguru brushes sukunaâs hair back. âshoko. to what do we owe the pleasure?â
ârelax, geto. iâm not here to cause trouble,â she hums, leaning against a beam. âjust here to pass across a message.â
she muses. âbackstage dressing room. one-hundred two, not hundred and one,â shoko recites. âi have to leave now, but donât be late. and sukuna,â she pauses to look at him. âno backup. just you.â
she turns away with a lilt in her steps, and the boys of sigma chi are left staring at each other in confusion. the message is clear though, and sukuna wipes his face.
room 102. got it.
# SHOW TIME !
ryomen sukuna comes in alone.
the door to room 102 pushes open with a creaak. the dressing room is racks and racks of clothing, some on the floor, some strewn across tables, and mirrors upon mirrors. the vanities still have their lights glowing orange. the room smells like rust and girl.
sukuna finds you in front of a mirror.
youâre checking yourself out, neon pink feather boa around your shoulders. on your head is a comically large sun hat, and thereâs a bright green belt flung around your waist. you donât look up when he walks in. just shift your hips in the mirror, skirt swishing around your thighs.
âyou like my outfit?â you hum, still facing the mirror.
you look silly. if he was in a better mood, heâd probably smile. but instead he trudges forward and leans back against the table behind you. âyeah. looks cute.â
âhmm,â you fit your hands over your hips. âi still feel like itâs missing something.â
sukuna stays quiet.
you walk over to a bunch of boxes, pulling out all sorts of costume pieces. your tone is sing-song. âi heard your little speech.â
sukuna plays with the bracelet on his wrist. itâs not a bracelet. itâs one of your bra straps, actually, and heâd forgotten he put it on before the speech. itâs suddenly itchy against his wrist. âyou liked it?â
âi thought it was cute,â you hum, inspecting a tie. you walk over to him, and sukuna spreads his legs a bit so you can slip between his thighs. you hold the tie up to him. âcan you help me?â
he takes the tie from your hands. fits it over your neck quietly. heâs folding the ribbon around your neck, pretending he canât feel your breath on his lips.
he murmurs, âi donât understand what youâre doing, baby.â
his palm leaves your tie to cup your cheek. your gloss smudges against his palm. âwhat do you mean? iâm getting dressed up.â
his thumb strokes your cheek. âplease donât play dumb.â
you snuggle into his palm, humming contentedly. sukunaâs thumb still strokes your cheek. his other hand has come up squeeze your hip, then snake around it, then pull you closer into him.
âiâm sorry,â he breathes against your lips.
âfor what?â
âfor kissing another girl,â he murmurs. âfor even looking at her. for being difficult. always giving you a reason to turn around and leave, then begging you to come back.â he cups your face.
âi love you. iâve never loved any girl the way i love you.â
you trail a palm down his chest. âcome back to me,â you repeat his speech.
âcome back,â he murmurs, hands sliding up your spine. âcome back to me, baby.â
you giggle as he leans closer to steal your lips. ryomen sukuna tastes like strawberry and spearmint.
Y/NâS REMARK: GUESS WHOâS BACK <3
COUPLE TACTICS #1 : DICKMEDOWNâWHO SAID THAT?!
taught by: ryomen sukunaâs cock
âthere is no quote. i am a cock.â
â¤ď¸â
in ryomen sukunaâs bedroom, he has his back against the headboard and his girlfriend in his lap.
youâre half naked. clad in nothing but a lacy bra and matching black panties, giggling as you pose into his macbook camera. you lift another bra up to check it against your chest. ryomen sukuna squeezes your thigh.
âyou like this one?â he murmurs behind you, reaching his hand up to grope your breast. âwasnât in the cart. added it myself.â
âitâs so pretty,â you coo, lashes fluttering. âthank you, ryo.â
âyouâre welcome, princess.â
itâs just two days after the whole speech at the theatre. ryomen sukuna watches you with bleary eyes. he leans back against the headboard, watching as you shrug off your bra to try another one he bought. he reaches up to graze his thumb over your pebbled nipple and you giggle, before sliding backwards to lean back against his chest. he squeezes your tits in his palms before kissing your cheek.
âlove this set,â he murmurs against your ear. heâs twisting your nipple in one hand & the other is already sliding down over your belly, down to your lacy black panties. âso pretty on you.â
âmmh,â your thighs squeeze as his hand slips below the fabric, finding your wet, aching clit. he rubs the pad of his thumb over it in circles. kisses your cheek again when you whine.
âmissed you,â he murmurs. âso bad, pretty.â
âmhm,â you breathe. you want to bite back with something sassy but ryomen sukuna is kneading your breast while his thumb fingers your clit. he slips in another finger and rolls the bud between them. your thighs squeeze around him.
âryo,â you purr. âyouâre gonna get them dirty.â
âi know,â he shushes you. âjust wanna feel you.â
and feel you he does. he pushes your body up on his chest and latches his hot mouth around your nipple. âmmhâ,â he groans, tongue swirling around the pebbled peak. âfuck, missed this.â
his fingers rub harder against your clit. faster, faster, until your hips arch of the bed and your thighs shake around him. he can already see slick coating your inner thighs, and your moans in his ear only make him rub harder. âfuck,â he curses. fuck fuck fuck.
your lashes go sticky with tears. your clit is wet and throbbing around his fingers. your thighs shake as you reach your high, and sukuna has to shove his lips to yours to quiet your moans. he licks his tongue into your mouth, hot and wet and sloppy, palm settling to gently rub your clit through your high.
you gasp, pulling away. your lashes are sticky & your cheeks flushed hot. âi missed you.â
he kisses you again, soft. âmissed you too.â
he slips your panties off your thighs, holding your naked body against him. âmissed this pussy too,â he rasps. âgonna stuff you till youâre cumming on my cock.â
you squirm against him, swatting his chest as he unzips his trousers. âbut i just came!â
âyouâll come again, pretty.â
he fumbles with the zipper, slipping out his heavy, hard cock. his cockhead is throbbing and sticky with precum, and he shifts you forward so your back is against his chest.
âgo slow,â you whimper, already nervous.
he kisses your shoulder. âyou donât want that.â
and you donât. you arch into him as he slips his cock into your puffy, slick-coated folds from behind. he smears precum and slick over them with his cockhead, kissing your shoulder as you shiver against him. ârelax, youâre okay. you still on the pill, baby?â
you nod shyly. he kisses your neck.
sukunaâs cock is thick. heavy and swollen and pulsing between your slobbering foods. he pushes his hips into you, letting your pussy squelch around him, and his arm fits under your body so he can grope your perky breasts. he tugs on a nipple before rolling it between his fingers. fuck.
you whimper as his cock stretches you out, sliding deeper and deeper into your folds. âfuck,â he breathes against your ear. âyouâre so fucking hot. so tight. so wet.â
you whimper as his fingers find your clit again. he circles it hard, hips bucking to push his cock deeper into you before sliding back out, palms still fondling your breasts. itâs too much, itâs too fucking much, and he can hardly blame you for whining against him. âryoââ
âshhâyouâre good, youâre doing so good,â he rasps as you clench around his cock. âso fucking good. you know how good you feel around my cock, baby? mâso fucking luckyâ.â
heâs shushing you but his hips only buck faster and faster. your eyes squeeze shut as he breathes. âfuck, gonna cumââ
your walls quiver around him as you come together, white hot cum stuffed between your folds. you groan, ragged, as sukuna pants into your neck. he kisses your shoulder before resting his head against your neck.
âi love you,â he rasps.
âi love you too.â
you stay like that for a moment, holding each other before he kisses your shoulder. âletâs get you cleaned up.â
ââ
âyou have a lot of explaining to do.â
sukuna comes back with new shorts hanging low on his v-line. he has a warm cloth in his hands, and he climbs over your sore body. even now youâre still smiling up at him, lashes fluttering, cheeks flushed. âwhatever do you mean?â
âdonât play dumb,â he kisses your cheek before gently nudging your thighs open. he slides the cloth down your inner thigh, ignoring the way you reach up to thread your fingers through his hair. âyou have to explain. why you went to naoya.â
âbut what if i donât want to?â
âyou will,â he says. he slides your panties up your thighs, pressing a kiss to your clit before slipping them all the way up.
but then he changes his mind. slips your panties down again.
âryomen.â youâre already sitting up.
ârelax,â he mutters against your puffy cunt. âlean back for me.â
you sigh, doing as he says. he licks a stripe up your glistening folds. he can taste himself on your stuffed cunt but his tongue keeps moving regardless. he pulls back, lips glistening with slick.
âyouâre gonna tell me exactly what your fucking plan was,â he sucks on your bud, letting go with a pop. âwhy i saw you again with naoya after he dared to fucking talk to you like that.â
âso strict,â you whimper, cheeks puffed as your hips arch into him. âi can date anyone i want.â
âno,â sukuna hisses. âyou can only date me.â
âmmhââ you moan as his tongue slobbers over your glossy folds. you run your fingers through his hair as your pussy drools onto his tongue. âmmhâwanted to make you mad,â
âyou did good,â he sticks a finger into your cunt and you gasp, loud. heâs knuckles deep now, pumping his finger in and out of you. âhahâwanted you jealous,â you moan. âwe were gonna get revenge.â
his fingers curl so hard you cry his name.
you whimper and he ignores it. âwas already jealous. whyâd you go back to him after he touched you?â
he curls his fingers again. âahâ! sorry, iâm sorry,â you cry, lashes wet. feels so good. âwe werenât dating for real. just showed up in public together. he said we couldnât stop, said if we did that meant you won,â you whimper. âhe apologized, let me punch him. i gave him aâhnnghâblack eye.â
ah. so the black eye naoya had wasnât from sato and suguru.
sukuna swirls his tongue over your clit, lapping and sucking as he pumps another finger into your drooling pussy. he curls them until heâs pressing into that spongy part that makes you sob, and he sucks gingerly as your pussy sputters and spits slick into his mouth. âryoâmâgonna cumââ
your thighs shake, walls clenching. sukuna pumps his fingers in faster, letting your thighs squeeze his neck. you cum over his mouth, right around his fingers, and sukuna kisses your puffy, still-sensitive clit.
when he looks up at you, youâre glaring. eyes glistening wet, cheeks flushed. pretty.
âwhat?â he says.
âyouâre so mean,â you frown. âyou see why i break up with you?â
sukuna huffs, climbing over your figure. when heâs right above you, you tug his neck down.
âi love you,â you mumble.
he kisses your lips. âi love you too.â
COCKâS REMARK : *HARDENS*
EX-BOYFRIEND TACTICS #6: BREAK THE CYCLE !
taught by: ryomen sukuna
âloving you is a loop.â
ΣΧ
in toru gojoâs room of his apartment, the boys of sigma chi are all there. ohâand you too, of course.
sato is fast asleep on his twinâs bed, laid down & drooling on suguruâs shoulder beside him. suguru is tapping at his nintendo switch with furious speed. toru is cooking up something in the kitchen. and on his PC, you and sukuna are there, suguruâs sims 4 game loaded up on screen.
youâre on sukunaâs lap, his arm looped around your hips as you rant about the many tribulations you had to endure while âdatingâ naoya. youâre customizing sukunaâs sim for your save file, and said man is doing nothing but rubbing your thighs and pressing lazy kisses to your skin.
ââand he leaves his boxers everywhere!â you exclaim, scrolling through getoâs CC folder. âi had to come over after he had practice once and they were everywhere. itâs that bad!â
âmhm,â sukuna kisses your neck, love drunk & bleary-eyed. âso bad, baby.â
âheâs so unhygienic,â you shift in sukunaâs lap, and he squeezes your hips to keep you steady. âi told him to at least clean up if he knows iâm coming over. he said no!â
sukuna nuzzles your ear, squeezes your thigh. âmm. mâgonna kill him.â
âno you will not! stop threatening murder!â
sukuna looks up. youâve turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him, and he looks up at you through bleary eyes. your cheeks are warm. lashes fluttering. youâre the prettiest headache heâs ever had.
he kisses your jaw. âmissed fighting with your pretty face,â he murmurs. âgimme a kiss, baby.â
you soften, and he leans up to kiss you deep.
âwoahââ suguru throws a pillow at you both. sukuna swats it away from you without pulling back from your lips. he squeezes your waist and geto frowns. âeven if satoâs asleep, iâm still fucking here!â
sukuna ignores him, his hand crawling up to grope your tits. suguru scowls, turns over to face satoâs sleeping figure. he shouldâve known protesting was futile. sukunaâs always been an exhibitionist, but youâd think his therapy sessions wouldâve taught him better by now.
sukuna pulls back, your gloss smeared over his lip & chin. you giggle at the sight, âhi.â
âmmh,â he nuzzles your neck.
the door swings open, snapping you and sukuna out of your daze. in comes toru gojo with a plate of lazy cake, glasses slipping down his nose. he blushes when he sees you and sukuna pressed close together. âhi. i made snacks.â
âoh, toru!â you purr. âyouâre my favorite, have i told you that?â
toru sets down the plate on the desk in front of you. as he leans down you press a kiss to his cheek, and he blushes so hard his face turns beet red. he looks up, surprised, and youâre beaming at him. behind you, sukuna is scowling.
toru drops the plate and runs away.
you turn back to glare at sukuna. âyou scared him.â
âno oneâs allowed to kiss you.â
âi kissed him!â
sukuna ignores your protests, trying to cup your jaw so he can get a kiss of his own. you shove his face back, and he scowls.
âgo apologize to toru,â you frown at him. ânow.â
sukuna wants to protest. wants to say heâs comfortable right here with your thighs over his lap and your lipgloss on his chin. but he knows if he fights back heâll be left with nothing but a sore earlobe & an angry girlfriend. he grumbles as you slide off him.
sukuna trudges to the kitchen, says his apologies. toru accepts them in a heartbeat.
when he comes back to the room, youâre gone.
âwhere is she?â his heart drops. âsuguruâwhere is she?â
âchill,â suguru mumbles, eyes never leaving his switch. âshe left you a letter. check on the desk.â
and next to toruâs plate of dessert, a letter is indeed there. he picks it up, thumb running over the paper. youâve left a glossy kiss mark at the end.
âdear sukuna,â it reads.
âiâm breaking up with you.â
sukunaâs blood runs cold.
âi know we just got back together a week ago. but i thought about it! thought about how iâm becoming a better woman, growing in my spiritual journey. do i really want a jealous man who scares away my friends by my side??
so i decided: letâs break up. for real this time. itâs not you, itâs me. maybe if weâre truly meant to be, the stars will align and our paths will cross yet again. but for now? i have to choose me and my growth. so iâm leaving. for good.
i still love you though!! youâll always be my lover <3 i love you soso much baby boy. i donât even want to do this. but i know i have to make the right choice for both of us.
sorry to walk away like this. and donât forget, you are not allowed to date any other woman!!! i am the only woman for you!! always and forever!! no dating, sex, kissing, touching, NOTHING. if i find out you even LOOK at another woman iâll hate you forever!!!!!!!!!!!!
okay, thatâs all. goodbye forever. iâll always love you ryo <333333 iâm sorry it had to end this way.â
sukuna stares at the letter. he reads it once. twice. then once more.
and then he laughs.
because this is his girlfriend, bratty and high-maintenance and demanding and all. because you say goodbye forever, but he knows heâll see you next week. he knows tonight youâll call and say you miss his voice and afterwards youâll send him a text saying youâre still not getting back with him and will be blocking him as a final goodbye. he knows youâll unblock him on a random wednesday and wonât text, and heâll just have to keep sending messages till they donât turn green and he can ask you to come back to him.
and youâll say yes. you always do. and if thereâs anything or anyone who stops you from saying yes, heâll crush them.
he rubs his thumb over the bottom of the letter. your glossy kiss mark is there.
and right beside it?
XO, YOUR EX HO đ
SUKUNAâS REMARK: SEE U NEXT WEEK.
#SIGMA-CHI STORIES !
XO, EX HOE end.
XO HEARTKAJI. do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload.
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Are You Dating My Teacher: Bruce decides to cash in a favor that Jason owed him, and now the Red Hood- the most ruthless vigilante of Gotham- is chaperoning his youngest brotherâs field trip to the zoo.
Who Do You Love: You're hopelessly in love with your classmate, Jason Todd. And you just so happen to be quite good friends with Red Hood. drunk one night, you admit you have feelings for Jason to your vigilante friend, not knowing the man behind the mask is the man you're in love with.
When She Sees Me: Your best friend Dick Grayson took you to one of Bruce's galas a while ago. When Dick finds out his brother has a crush on you, he decides to play Cupid.
Blah Blah Blah: Jason is angry after watching Wuthering Heights. You are horny watching him get angry.
Cover Blown: You and Jason cannot stand one another. Unfortunately. you both go undercover as a married couple, and that should'nt change things between you two... right?
La Vie en Rose: The four times Jason wildly preferred you over everyone else.
Kiss or Miss: A quiet Saturday at the shooting range becomes anything but when Jason decides hands on help is the best kind.
Can I: Itâs your last year of university and Jason Todd has been in your classes, plotting on you. Youâd promised yourself youâd make the most of this year, go to more parties, finally lose your virginity, and step out of your comfort zone, while Jason steps into yours.
Glad It Was You
Prove It To You
Hit Me
The Magic Words: Youâve been urging to tell your boyfriend that you love him and you finally do.
Ice Skating With Jason: Ice skating, jealousy, and accidental confessions... what could go wrong?
Scuff Marks: Your car breaks down, and you meet your best friend's brother, Jason.
Brother's Best Friend: Sleepover at Wayne Manor with a side quest of making out with your secret boyfriend.
WaitâŚWe're Not Dating: For the entire year you and Jason have known each other, he assumed you two were dating and had no idea you weren't.
It's Just a Crush: You have a crush on Red Hood, and your best friend stephanie brown thinks itâs so funny. Funny enough, she introduces you to her brother, Jason Todd.
Random One-shots
Old habits
Revealing Secrets
I'm still right though
Jason accidentally reveals he has a soon-to-be fiancĂŠe
Interrupted Dates
First Time
Shy (but experienced) Jason and his freaked-out (but inexperienced) girl
Jason Todd who makes everything in your home kiss
Random Headcanons
My pretty, pretty girl
Collar
Jason has a wet dream while youâre trying to wake him up
Jason is insecure about his scars
Jason Todd is hungry and impatient
Jason with a gf that likes it when he's mean (and Jason who hates it)
You and Jason have a fight and he think you broke up with him
Damian bullies Jason (sorta)
Reacting To Their Kid Disrespecting Their Wife
Dick Grayson
Sweater Weather: Dick just wanted to have lunch with his best friend, but he didn't expect you to show up in some other guy's sweatshirt.
The Light Behind Your Eyes: A week spent at Dickâs apartment leads Damian to discover what unconditional love looks like.
Hard to Impress: Dick Grayson can't seem to make you swoon, no matter how hard he tries, until he finally does
The "She's With Me" Is The New Gaelic Shrug (sequel)
Easy lovers: After a series of dates, dick finds himself desperate and decides that tonight will not end until he gets to walk home with a kiss from you.
Miraculous partners: Basically, a "Miraculous Ladybug" plot between you and Dick.
Territory, Marked: Damian makes an unexpected friend at the dog park, and when his older brother tags along one day, he takes a little too much interest.
Dinner Was Not Served: Dick had one goal: to seduce his girlfriend. He forgot the part where he should check for unwanted guests first and narrates his plans in very, vivid detail.
Stakeout at Table Nine: Dick Grayson just wanted a normal date. No suits. No masks. Definitely no Batkid stakeout at a fancy restaurant. Too bad his siblings brought disguises, drama, and a front-row seat to his love life.
Lightning Strikes Twice: Nightwing accidentally develops feelings for the anxious woman whose rescue has become part of his regular nightly routine by this point.
Whatever You Say Teach: Damian gets in a fight at school, and his favorite teacher has to set up a meeting with a parent or guardian. Bruce Wayne is away on a mission and Alfred isnât picking up the phone, so Damianâs eldest brother has to attend a parent teacher conference. Only to find out that he has history with his little brotherâs English Lit teacher.
Random One-shots
Take him back, please!
Revealing Secrets
Interrupted Dates
Sleeping in his bed turns into something more
You accidentally called Nightwing a "good boy"
Reacting To Their Kid Disrespecting Their Wife
Damian Wayne (aged up ofc!!)
Near: He hates contact, except apparently when itâs you heâs inching toward.
Nepo Vigilante: After your parents die, you inherit their legacy as vigilantes, reluctantly stepping into a life you never asked for. Bruce takes you in to honor a promise to them, pairing you with Damian, whose cruelty and perfectionism push you to your limits, until one day, fed up, you choose to train with Tim instead, sparking Damianâs outrage.
When The Spite Dies: You were expected to quit after Damian Wayneâs first vicious insult, but fueled by spite, you stayedâ only to end up hopelessly attracted to the despicable man and vice versa.
When The Spite is Desire (sequel)
The Heart Remembers: Damian's short-term amnesia from a concussion causes complications when he refuses to believe the break-up ever happenedâand his missing memories dissolve all defenses and unravel the true depths of his undying devotion for you.
The Only Exception: Getting a list of everything Damian hates, you feel self-conscious about ticking the boxes in that listâand try to fix that, not knowing that youâre Damianâs only exception.
Animal Interests: Damianâs father drags him along to an old acquaintance's house for intel, only to find that her teen also has an interest in animal rescues. In other words, she has a rescued panther as a pet.
Who Said The Waynes Were Cold: Damian Wayne, son of Batman, grandson of Ra's al Ghul, capable of neutralizing a threat in thirty seconds flat, is completely, irrevocably incapable of speaking to the girl he loves. The solution: an anonymous note slipped into a locker. Dick Grayson finds it hilarious. Damian doesn't.
Random One-shots
Interrupted Dates
Damian Wayne and Reader Get Domestic
Jason isn't going to let Damian lose the love of his life
Reacting To Their Kid Disrespecting Their Wife
Tim Drake
If I Was Your Boyfriend: Tim Drake had his eyes on you from the very first week of the semester. So now heâs praying for your (ex) boyfriendâs downfall, because God forbid a man openly plots to have you for himself instead.
Dairy Queen Closes in 10 Minutes: You broke up with Tim a year ago. Too bad he still thinks of you as his. Too bad everything he does reminds you that you are.
Random One-shots
Interrupted Dates
You know who Red Robin is; you're just waiting for your boyfriend to tell you
Reacting To Their Kid Disrespecting Their Wife
Bruce Wayne
The Wrong Manâs Wife: The Justice League members think Batman is in love with Bruce Wayne's wife.
Like Real People Do: Bruce's wife goes missing, and the media and family are both in shambles. Bruce grows colder as the family tries their best to find her. To try and cheer him up, they find old video diaries from the coupleâs early dating lives and witness a new side of Bruce.
The Watchtower's Worst Kept Secret: The Justice League suspects something is happening between Batman and Bruce Wayne's wife.
Seven Smacks: Bruce Wayne was a stubborn and fiercely independent man, which meant that his children were too. Unfortunately for you, that meant that scolding one of them was practically a moment to scold both.
The Bat's Wife: Some members of the league are still surprised by the way the Dark Knight's wife looks.
Oh, It's... Gold: Bruce made a small mistake on a gift he gave you, and everyone judged him for it.
Random One-Shots
Revealing Secrets
Reacting To Their Kid Disrespecting Their Wife
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this master list includes all mammal hybrid posts in which the focus of the post is on a mammal. (note: some posts may be about mammal reader, but include enough about other hybrids to be categorized under the 'mixed' masterlist)
SFW
Canidae (dogs, wolves, ect)
tiny puppy [part 2][part 3] (wolf!reader&dog!141)
mild (wolf!reader&141, blood, miiiild gore)
switching roles (wolf!soap&reader&price)
sheepdog (sheepdog!price&sheep!reader)
hate vs love (wolf!reader/wolf!gaz)
tiny but lethal (dog!reader&wolf!141)
tamed (wolf!reader/gaz)
love bites (wolf!soap/reader)
big puppy [part 2] (wolf!ghost&medic!reader)
ugly fucking dog (wolf!reader& bull terrier!ghost)
little puppy (dog!reader&wolf!141)
take your meds (border collie!soap/reader)
shelter dog (kyle&pet hybrid!reader, fluff)
Felidae (domestic cats, big cats, ect) + hyenas
little baker (cat!reader/nikolai, makin biscuits)
tiger!reader (reader&gaz)
lion!price (price&reader)
resurfaced instincts (cat!ghost/gaz)
nuzzles (cat!reader&141)
more nuzzles (cat!reader&141)
spotted hyena!soap (no pairings)
black footed cat!reader (reader&141)
kodkod!reader (reader&cheetah!ghost)
ungulates (hooved animals)
deer!ghost (ghost&141)
him or me (deer!reader/hunter!price, GORE and animal death!! lowkey angst)
herd anxiety (sheep!reader&141)
old velvet (deer!ghost&wolf!reader)
miscellaneous
two bats (fruit bat!ghost&vampire bat!reader)
meerkat!ghost (no pairings)
pangolin!reader (reader&141)
ferret!reader (reader&141)
brown bat!reader (reader&141)
raccoon!reader (reader&141)
stoat!reader (reader&141)
NSFW
Canidae (dogs, wolves, ect)
bigger teeth (wolf!ghost/bear!price, slight dubcon)
belly rubs (wolf!reader/price)
musk (wolf!reader/hyena!soap)
marking territory (wolf!soap/reader. piss kink!)
hey! i wanted to eat that! (wolf!reader/soap)
wolf!reader (reader/soap)
raised with wolves [part 2][part 3][part 4] (wolf!soap/reader)
tamed (ghost/wolf!reader, dubcon)
freak4freak (wolf!soap/wolf!reader)
marking their territory (poly!141/reader)
pregnancy test (dog!ghost&reader, BG reader/price)
Felidae (domestic cats, big cats, ect) + hyenas
grooming (cat!reader/soap)
my vibrator purrs (cat!ghost/afab!reader)
tiger in heat (tiger!reader/cat!ghost, afab!reader)
ungulates (hooved animals)
salt lick (deer!reader/gaz)
deer hunter (deer!reader/price)
corkscrew (boar!price/afab!reader)
miscellaneous
deep sleeper (bear!price/reader, dubcon, somno)
too much (boar!price/reader)
sunbear!reader [part 2] [part 3] (reader/price, innacurate species rep sorry yall)
ferret!reader (reader/orca!ghost, afab!reader)
rat!reader (reader/soap)
bunny!ghost (ghost/poly!141)
doggy help (bunny!reader/wolf!soap/gaz)
I am genuinely so excited for the tillivan round because. If it goes in the same vain as round 1, tackling the oversexualisation of idols, the yaoi addicts femboy and alpha that have sex all the time ivantill fans are gonna be so fucking called out in the show that they supposedly love so much
little edit i love tillivan btw, im talking about this specific way they're perceived which is frankly weird.