The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
requests : OPEN! (smut postings will be on hiatus for a while)
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SUKUNA : desk job, kissing I hope they caught us.
TOJI : after hours, bound by the devil.
SATORU : after you, you the real mvp my love.
SUGURU: what bloomed in death's hands.
CHOSO : HEIST.
M.LIST . RULES . ROOMIE SUKUNA . SERIES .
KINKTOBER'25.
pathways : #mooningningg ใใง
alter ego : @muuning
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hii mooning! funnily enough i found you through extra credit & i don't read sukuna fics as much anymore, but your latest post abt the lack of actually letting sexual tension build up is SO real with sukuna fics... allow me to introduce you to kenjakusbraincum's fics, if you haven't discovered the WONDEROUS sukuna fics from that account yet. i will warn, gets REAL angsty sometimes, but it's equally as incredible. hope you enjoy if you haven't yet!
also sorry if this is kinda formatted weird?? this is my first time trying to use the ask/anon feature LOL
OMG THANK YOUUU!!! im gonna check them out soon ๐ <333
im srsly dying to read a oneshot that focuses solely on the sexual tension and building up towards the nsfw part and doesn't just hop right on it... let me feel it, LET ME FEEL IT!!!!
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Thatโs the rule you make for yourself the first time you notice it.
It starts small.
You kneel in the front pew, silk skirt folded neatly beneath you, donation envelope tucked inside your prayer book like a secret. You always sit thereโclose enough to hear his breath when he speaks, close enough to smell incense and something darker underneath. Leather. Sweat. Sin.
Father Fushiguro never looks at you directly during mass.
But you feel him anyway.
His voice is low. Rough. It doesnโt belong to a man who speaks of salvation. It belongs to someone whoโs been hit in the mouth before and got back up smiling.
When he lifts his hands in prayer, the sleeve of his cassock pulls back just enoughโ
and there it is.
Black ink crawling up his neck. Half-hidden. Like a confession he never finished.
You swallow.
โYouโre very generous.โ
Thatโs what he says the first time youโre alone with him in the office.
You correct him softly. โMy family is.โ
He smilesโnot kind, not cruel. Justโฆ knowing.
โYou still sign the checks.โ
His knuckles are scarred when he takes the envelope from you. Boxerโs hands. You imagine them wrapped in tape once, wrapped around a manโs jaw, wrapped aroundโ you stop yourself.
He clears his throat. You notice the way his collar presses against his neck, the way the tattoo disappears beneath white fabric like itโs being restrained.
โYou come every week,โ he says. โYou donโt have to.โ
โI want to,โ you reply too quickly.
Silence stretches. Heavy. Charged.
โYou should be careful with want,โ Father Fushiguro murmurs. โIt leads people into trouble.โ
His eyes finally lift to yours, and stay there.
Sometimes itโs the confessional.
You speak through the screen, voice trembling, confessing sins that arenโt sins at all. Envy. Pride. Wanting things you shouldnโt.
He listens, too closely.
โYouโre very hard on yourself,โ he says.
โIโm afraid of disappointing God.โ
A pause. Thenโ โAre you,โ he asks quietly, โor are you afraid of disappointing me?โ
Your breath catches.
On the other side of the screen, you hear him shift. Fabric brushing skin. You imagine his jaw tightening, the old fighter in him waking up, the discipline cracking just a little.
You donโt say his name. You donโt have to.
Itโs always almost, almost his fingers brushing yours when you hand him documents.
Almost his hand steadying your back when you stand too fast.
Almost the way his gaze lingers a second longer than it should on your mouth.
Once, after a late charity meeting, the lights flicker.
โYou should go,โ he says. You donโt move.
โFather,โ you whisper, and the word feels wrong on your tongue. Too intimate. Too soft.
His jaw flexes.
โThere are lines,โ he says, voice low, strained. โAnd if I cross themโโ
โYou donโt,โ you say quickly. โYou never do.โ Thatโs the problem. He steps back. Always back. Always restraint. Always control.
Like a man who knows exactly how hard he can hitโand chooses not to. You leave with your heart pounding and your prayers unanswered.
Weeks pass. Nothing happens. Everything happens.
And every Sunday, when he speaks of temptation and virtue and sacrifice, his eyes find you again.
Like heโs preaching to you, like youโre the sin he wakes up fighting.
And you kneel, hands folded, innocent as stained glassโ wondering how long before one of you finally breaks.
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omg my tiktok fyp is FILLED with rodrick x regina edits ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ AND I KID YOU NOT your megumi fic immediately comes to my mind every single time that i see those edits ! your influence is literally on my brain girl ๐ง๐ปโโ๏ธ if you haven't seen those edits go check them out ASAP! ๐ข๐ข๐ข
well I haven't posted something on here for a while... this might sound crazy but I started writing a story about them on AO3 ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ go check it out if y'all are interested it's titled 'OVERTHROWN'
๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ. when someone else tries to do this trend w you.
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ. toji, satoru, sukuna, megumi, takuma, and suguru.
๐๐ฐ. pure fluff, strong words!
๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฌ. i loved this!! shout out to the anon who requested this... i missed writing scenarios w multiple charac.
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youโre just minding your business, scrolling on your bed, when a sudden THUD rattles your door. โwhat the fuckโโ
ou jump up, heart in your throat. it sounded like a damn grenade hit your dorm. you open the door and thereโs this dude in a tank top standing there, football in hand, flashing that fake-friendly grin.
โoh, shitโsorry!โ he says, catching it like heโs in a Nike ad. โare you ladies alright?โ and before you can even process whatโs happening, thereโs a shadow behind you. bare feet on tile. low voice.
โyeah,โ Toji drawls, shirtless, towel hanging low on his hips, hair damp from the shower. โsheโs good.โ
the guyโs smile falters immediately. you can literally feel the air get heavy. toji steps into the doorway like heโs reclaiming territory, shoulder brushing yours as he towers over the dude. that lazy grin on his face doesnโt match the pure murder in his eyes.
โyou throwinโ balls at our door now?โ he asks, tone casual but dripping with โtry meโ energy.
โno, man, it slippedโโ
โyeah? then maybe aim better next time,โ Toji says, leaning one arm against the doorframe, muscles flexing like heโs doing it on purpose. โbefore I start thinkinโ youโre tryna get her attention.โ
โwhat? nah, dude, itโs not like thatโโ Toji tilts his head, that lazy grin spreading. โSure. But you can tell your little frat buddies down there to fuckinโ chill before I start throwing them.โ
the guy laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. โuh, yeah, sorry, manโmy bad.โ
โyeah, yeah. now go run along before I make you catch somethinโ else.โ the poor guy bolts, practically sprints down the hall.
you close the door slowly, staring up at Toji like, โyou seriously just said that?โ
โwhat?โ he shrugs, stretching, still standing there like a smug menace. โhe asked if you were alright. I just confirmed it.โ
โyou scared the shit outta him.โ โgood,โ he says, wandering back toward your bed. โmaybe next time heโll keep his fuckinโ ball to himself.โ
you roll your eyes, muttering, โyouโre insane.โ he looks over his shoulder, smirks. โand youโre welcome.โ
the comment section on the video โcause of course the guyโs friend caught the whole thing on camera.
โbro almost died in 4k ๐ญโ
"y is he only in a towel?"
"they did it, but i just can't prove it."
โno oneโs talking about how the girl didnโt even flinch when her man showed up... like she knewโ
โwait why he kinda..."
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youโre sitting cross-legged on the floor, half-eating instant noodles, half-watching something on your laptop when thereโs a loud-ass thud on your dorm door. you flinch so hard the noodles almost fly. โwhat the fuck was that?โ
before you can even move, thereโs a knock. thenโ a random dude with a football opens your door halfway, catches the ball like heโs in some kind of ad, smirks, and goesโ โare you ladies alright?โ
you blink. โโฆwhat?โ
and then, from somewhere behind youโ โladies?โ
gojo, shirt halfway on, hair still damp, steps out of the bathroom with his shades hanging off his nose. he looks between you and the guy like he just walked in on the dumbest shit heโs ever seen.
โnah, sheโs fine,โ he says, yawning. โyouโre the one who looks concussed, bro.โ
the dude laughs awkwardly. โnah man itโs a tiktok trend, i swear, itโs just a prankโโ
โyeah, well,โ gojo says, scratching his head, โhow โbout you aim that ball somewhere thatโs not our fuckinโ door next time before i shove it up yourโโ
โgojo!โ you hiss.
โwhat?โ he shrugs, grinning. โdudeโs out here throwing shit at peopleโs rooms like weโre in a fuckinโ dodgeball tournament. iโm just sayinโ, thereโs consequences.โ
the guyโs trying to keep it friendly but his face is red as hell. โnah for real, man, my badโdidnโt mean toโโ
โyeah, yeah,โ gojo waves him off, already walking back into the room, โget your ball and go play outside like a good boy.โ
the guy bends down, grabs his football, and books it down the hallway so fast itโs almost impressive. you close the door, sighing. โyou didnโt have to threaten him.โ
โi didnโt,โ gojo says, flopping onto your bed. โi just said facts.โ
โyou implied youโd shove a football up his ass.โ โyeah, well, maybe heโll remember it next time he tries to flirt with someoneโs girl.โ he grins, laying back, smug as hell. โyouโre welcome, by the way.โ
you roll your eyes. โyouโre impossible.โ โand sexy,โ he adds immediately. โdonโt forget sexy.โ
yet again the video was still posted, โtried to do the trend and her boyfriend was built different ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญโ top comments.
โwhy is he so sassyโ
โcuntโ
โbro's majestic"
โher bf looks like he hasnโt taken shit seriously since birth and i respect thatโ
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youโre curled up on the couch, scrolling your phone, half ignoring the sounds coming from the hallway โ itโs just the usual friday night chaos. then, out of nowhere, a bang rattles your door.
you jump. โwhat theโโ
the door cracks open, and a guy standing there catches a football against his chest, smirk already loaded. he looks you dead in the eye and goes,
โare you ladies alright?โ you just blink, confused as hell. before you can even answer, thereโs a low voice from inside your room.
โwho the fuck you talkinโ to?โ and thatโs sukuna.
heโs leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, shirt hanging off one shoulder, tattoos peeking down his neck, hair still messy from the shower. his eyes are sharp and that little scar on his lip twitches when he frowns.
the dude in the hall hesitates, laughs awkwardly. โyo, chillโitโs just a tiktok trendโโ
โa trend?โ sukuna repeats, pushing off the doorframe and walking closer, slow and deliberate. โwhat, harassing girls now counts as a fuckinโ trend?โ
โnah, bro, itโs not like thatโโ
โoh, itโs exactly like that,โ sukuna cuts him off, stepping right up behind you, one hand finding your hip, pulling you back into him. โyou knock on someoneโs door, throw a ball at โem, then try to sound smooth. yeah, real creative. did your brain come up with that or did your frat group chat?โ
the guy tries to laugh again, looking anywhere but at him. โitโsโitโs just for fun, manโโ
โfun,โ sukuna echoes, scoffing. โyou almost hit her in the face with that fuckinโ ball.โ he reaches around you, plucks the football right out of the guyโs hands like itโs nothing. โthis yours?โ
โuhโyeahโโ
sukuna turns it over once, then just drops it to the floor. it bounces once, rolls down the hall. โoops,โ he says flatly. โguess youโll have to go chase it, champ.โ
the guy just stands there frozen. โgo,โ sukuna says, voice low now. โbefore i make you.โ
the kid bolts, sneakers squeaking down the hall. you let out a sigh, turning to look up at him. โyou couldโve just told him to fuck off nicely.โ
he smirks, eyes flicking down to you. โyeah? and whereโs the fun in that?โ
โyou scared him.โ โgood,โ he mutters, fingers tightening on your hip, pulling you closer till you bump into his chest. โmaybe next time some dumbass thinks about knocking on our door, heโll remember what happened to the last one.โ
you roll your eyes, trying to hide a smile. โshut up.โ
โyeah?,โ he says without missing a beat, leaning down to press his mouth to your neck. โdonโt open that door for any fuckinโ idiot again unless you want me to lose my shit.โ
โhe didnโt even yell, he just looked and the guy folded ๐โ
โHOW DID HE PULL THAT??โ
โthe way he dropped the ball like he was disposing of evidence ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญโ
โiโd be shaking too bro looked like he eats people for cardioโ
โyouโre so dramatic.โ โmm,โ he hums against your skin, still half-smiling. โand you love it.โ
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youโre sitting cross-legged on the floor by the door, folding laundry and watching something on your phone when a heavy thud hits the wood. you jump so hard a shirt flies out of your hand. โwhat the hell?โ
the door handle rattles and before you can even stand, it cracks open. a random dude catches a football against his chest, grinning like an idiot.
โare you ladies alright?โ he says, trying to sound smooth.
you stare at him. โthereโs literally justโโ
โdo you mind?โ megumiโs voice cuts in from behind you, sharp and low.
the guy blinks, caught completely off guard. megumiโs standing there in a black hoodie, hair messy, one hand still in his pocket like heโs two seconds from slamming the door.
โyou just throw shit at peopleโs doors now?โ he asks, stepping forward. โis your brain up your fucking ass?โ
the guy laughs nervously. โnah, broโitโs just a tiktok trendโlike a prankโโ
โyeah, congratulations,โ megumi says flatly. โyou invented being annoying.โ
โitโs not that deep, manโโ
โno, youโre right,โ megumi interrupts, dead serious. โitโs not deep at all. itโs dumb. go pick up your ball before I throw it off the balcony.โ
the guy blinks again. โuhโโ
megumi gestures toward the hall with his chin. โgo.โ
the guy scrambles to grab the football and backs out so fast he almost trips. you close the door slowly, turning to look at him. โyou couldโve just ignored him.โ
megumi sighs, dragging a hand down his face. โyeah, well, people donโt get the hint anymore unless you spell it out with profanity.โ
you snort. โyou sound like an old man.โ
โgood,โ he mutters, heading back toward his desk. โmaybe then theyโll stop trying to talk to you like itโs an open casting call for stupid.โ
the video ends up online anyway.
"sIS IS WINNING IN LIFE"
โi need whatever prayer she saidโ
โyou can hear the exhaustion in his toneโ
โthat man radiates โI hate everyone but herโ energyโ
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the knock hits the door and you flinch when something thuds against itโhard. you blink, confused, opening the door halfway just to be met with some idiot grinning at you, holding a football like heโs in a gatorade commercial.
โare you ladies alright?โ he asks, voice all smooth and fake-deep like he practiced it in the mirror.
you stare. thereโs no one behind you. no friends. just your dumb ass standing there in pajamas. and before you can even speak, a low voice cuts through.
โcan i help you?โ takumaโs leaning against the wall, hoodie half-zipped, hair messy, holding a mug like heโs been watching this whole trainwreck unfold. he looks at the guy, then at you, then back at the guy againโexpression unreadable, bored even.
the dude just blinks. โohโuh, my bad, itโs a trendโโ
โyeah, i can tell,โ takuma says dryly, crossing his arms. โyou and your friend there look like dumb and dumber.โ
the other boy snickers from behind the camera, but it dies fast when takuma lifts a brow. โno seriously,โ he continues, voice flat, โis that your thing? just run around throwing balls at peopleโs doors? you want a medal or some shit?โ
youโre trying not to laugh, hiding behind the door. takuma side-eyes you, unimpressed. โdonโt humor them, baby. theyโll think itโs a collab.โ
the guy stammers out a half-assed โsorryโ before backing away, and takuma just shuts the door with a lazy shove, muttering under his breath. โjesus. every day itโs something. next week someoneโs gonna come juggle knives or some bullshit.โ
youโre giggling now, and he looks at you like youโre the entertainment. โwhat?โ
โyou called them dumb and dumber,โ you laugh.
he shrugs, sipping from his mug. โwell, I was being generous.โ then, smirking faintly, he adds, โif another guy knocks, iโm answering naked next time. see if thatโs part of their trend.โ
โโdonโt laugh baby theyโll think itโs a collabโ ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ he ATE with thatโ
โbro didnโt even raise his voice and still ended their careersโ
โhe called them dumb and dumber LIKE IT WAS NOTHINGโ
โwhy is he hot even when heโs roasting people?? tf โ
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you donโt even get to say anything. just a knockโno, more like a thud. something hits the door hard enough to make you flinch. you pull it open, half ready to scold whoever it is, and thereโs this guy standing there with a football in his hand and a stupid grin.
โare you ladies alright?โ he asks, all fake-smooth like he practiced that in the mirror.
you blink. and before you can even open your mouth, suguru appears behind you.
his hairโs messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. thereโs this slow exhale as he leans against the doorframeโlike he can feel the stupidity radiating off this guy.
he just looks at him. no words. no reaction. just this blank, are-you-seriously-doing-this-right-now expression that could make a priest apologize.
and then, flatly, โ...losers.โ he shuts the door right in their faces.
youโre still standing there, half in shock, half laughing under your breath, when he wraps an arm around your waist from behind and steers you back toward the couch.
โwhat was that even supposed to be?โ he mutters, already lying back down and dragging you with him.
โa trend,โ you say, still giggling.
โyeah?โ his voice is lazy, already fading back into his half-sleep. โwell, tell the internet to fuck off next time. i was having a good nap.โ
and just like that, he tucks you against his chest, the sound of him sighing against your hair as the camera quietly cuts off.
โoh bro was REPULSEDโ
โhe looked at them like they were beneath oxygen ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญโ
โthis is lit how i feel abt this trend..."
โheโs so effortlessly rude i love him ๐ญ๐ โ
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