moon.

sukuna had one arm draped over your shoulder, pulling you close to his side as you both stand outside the front door of his friends house.

tonight was the night you were going to meet his friends.

your nerves were through the roof, your hands were clammy and your stomach felt like you were on a roller coaster that was twisting, turning and looping voraciously.

you’ve never been good with… people. how you managed to pull sukuna is a mystery. you’re so shy that you practically border on recluse.

sukuna looks at your from the side of his eye. “relax, baby. they’ll like you.” he says, chuckling despite himself at your anxiety. “what if they don’t?” you asked before you could stop yourself. “then we’ll leave.” he shrugged. he banged on the door again. “open the fuckin door.” he says impatiently but with no real anger behind it.

the door swings open and reveals one of his friends, satoru; standing there with a stupid grin. “yo, suks’.” he daps sukuna up. they say their greetings until his eyes land on you. “who’s this?” he asks, his tone lowering and becoming dismissive. you looked up at sukuna, expecting him to answer for you, he just raises one eyebrow, signalling for you to introduce yourself on your own. “i—uh… i’m [name]. sukunas girlfriend..” you mumble, your eyes darting around nervously. his friends eyes scan you up and down critically. “yeah… okay.. m’satoru.” he says quickly. sukunas eyes narrow at the dismissive body language and tone. he noticed it, of course he did. but decided to see how far satoru would push.

satoru leads the two of you inside his house where there are already some people sitting down on the couches. your fingers stays intertwined with sukunas’ the entire time, sukuna finds an empty spot on the couch and sits down, pulling you down with him.

your knee bounces nervously, sukuna puts his large hand over it whilst focusing on the conversation his friends are having. he offered a small smirk as quiet reassurance that it’s okay.

or so you thought????

you stayed quiet in the conversation majority of the time until one of the others guys, suguru, looks at you and decided to talk to you. “so… you’re [name], right? sukunas new girlfriend?” his tone was almost… condescending? but you couldn’t tell if that was just your nerves making you think that. “yeah..” you nodded, giving a small smile. he pauses and eyes you down the same way satoru did before, his eyes filled with judgement. “right.. right.” he looks away.

the rest of the time went by slowly, you stayed quiet majority of the time. until a topic of conversation got brought up about hobbies. one of the hobbies that you took part in got brought up. sukuna nudges you. “yknow.. my girlfriend loves art, don’t you?” he wraps an arm around your waist. “u-uh.. yeah, i paint ‘n.. stuff.” you said shyly. satoru glances at you for a second then at suguru and bursts into laughter. “seriously, who even is this bitch?” satoru gasps out through laughter. your face burns with embarassment, sukunas gentle strokes on your hip paused. “the fuck did you just say?” he removed his arm from you completely and stood up to slowly walk to satoru. towering over him. satoru was carelessly manspread on the couch, holding a can of bear. “what? she just waltzes in here, sits there all quiet, she’s— she’s literally taking up space! why would you even invite her if she’s gonna be boring? she’s not even that hot either!” satoru laughs at his own mean commentary, suguru follows along with his wheezes of laughter.

before satoru can say anything else, sukunas fist was already wound up and crashing down on his face. his whole body snapping to the side as well as his head, the sheer strength of the bunch sent him on the plush carpet of his lavish house. “say it again. i fucking dare you.” his voice a low growl. sugurus laughter was sharply cut off, he sat there frozen in shock. these six-foot-something guys were shit scared of sukuna who was literally in the same height and weight range as them. satoru spat out the blood that was dripping out his mouth. “it was just a joke..” satorus voice was strained. he held his jaw with one hand and cowardly looked away from sukuna. “apologise. the two of you. apologise to my fuckin girlfriend.” your eyes widened. sukuna drags satoru up by his collar and drags him to your feet. “i-i’m.. so sorry, i’ll never say that again. i didn’t mean it.” he babbled on and on. the other friends that were previously attending this hangout were sitting there stunned. suguru sat there wide eyed before apologising to you frantically as to not be next. you waved them off shyly. “i-it’s okay. really, it’s fine.”

you looked up at sukuna, he immediately sensed your discomfort and lingering mortification. “let’s just fucking go.” he grabbed your arm; the veins on his temples popping out from suppressed rage.

“i should’ve done more to those fuckers.” he hissed, turning on the engine. “kuna’, it’s okay..” you put a hand on his shoulder. he turned his head to look at you and his eyes softened. his anger seemed to slowly fade away. “i’m never talking to them again, im blocking them as soon as we get home, i hate them, how dare they talk to my girlf—“ you cut his oncoming rant off. “sukuna,” you said softly, offering him a small smile, “it’s okay. i promise.” you kissed his cheek. he sighed heavily. “alright… they didn’t upset you too much, did they?” he asked roughly, you could tell he was a little bit worried.

you huffed a small laugh. “i’m okay, sukuna.”

Love his slutty little waist

genre: smut; wc: 1,2k; female reader; mdni;

You have been thinking about it all day.

It made you feel like a damn creep, but it wasn’t your fault Katsuki moved around the house like that — shirtless, sweats hanging low on his hips, boxers peeking over the waistband and that little happy trail teasing…

You were about to fucking lose it.

And he didn’t even notice.

Not the way you held your breath when he brushed past you. Not the way your skin tingled under his casual touch. Not the way his voice, deep and rough, sent shivers down your spine, stirring something dark inside you.

You wanted to hear more of it, wanted to hear him whimper, groan, let himself go beneath you until—

“What do you wanna eat?” He asked, scrolling through the delivery apps on his phone, perched on the bed, legs spread, still shirtless, still unaware.

“Hmm… what I want isn’t on the menu,” you mused, stepping closer.

sukuna x sweet gf!reader

when he’s had a long day and he snaps at you !

it’s late when sukuna returns, shards of moonlight peeking through the blinds of your shared home like pieces of glass. you’d been up late waiting for him, same as every night.

you lift your head up from your palm when you hear the sound of shoes scuffling, tired expression letting up into a soft smile at the sight of your boyfriend. you get up immediately to make your way over.

you don’t notice it: the tension in his features or the almost-scowl on his face, the aura of irritation he’s carrying like a weight. you’re blinded by affection. 

“hi, kuna,” you smile sweetly, tiptoeing to wrap your arms around his neck as you lean into him. he tenses up under your touch and you coo sympathetically, rubbing his back. “long day?”

“um, yeah,” sukuna grunts, not moving to reciprocate the embrace. he shifts slightly, irritation radiating off him in waves. “could you let go? ‘m gonna go take a shower.”

he sounds annoyed, you realise, but he’s probably just exhausted. of course you’re gonna try your best to help, and cuddles always helped, at least for you. you could do that.

“nuh-uh,” you reply instantly, smiling as you cling to sukuna tighter. your face drops onto his shoulder, nuzzling as you inhale his heady scent. “you can shower later, let’s cuddle first. i miss you.”

“later.” his voice rises.

you pout childishly. “no, now, you’re tired and i can hug you and —“

“i said, later.” sukuna finally snaps, tone poisonous and voice tight like coiled wire. he crosses his arms, his way of pushing you off without actually doing it. “you just never fuckin’ know when to quit, do you?”

you freeze.

he doesn’t yell, never does, but this is worse somehow. harder to swallow because you can feel the pure anger in it. 

you don’t trust your voice enough to respond. slowly dropping your hands off him, you take a quiet, shaky step back. sukuna grunts in approval, rubbing his temples. “i’ve had a long day. can’t deal with you right now.”

that pierces through your heart like a bullet. suddenly, all you’re filled with is hurt and guilt and the slightest twinge of anger. you fight to keep a straight face as your eyes sting.

can’t deal with you right now.

what the hell was that supposed to mean? 

sukuna had never once made you feel like a burden, ever. you knew what he was like before you started dating, you’d heard everything about how he fucked people over.

but he always treated you like you were the most precious thing on earth, like you were something to be handled with gentleness. you almost believed it, stupid girl.

now you got it. you understood exactly what everyone had been telling you. he finally got sick of you, eventually realised that you were too annoying. too bright, too nice, too much for him.

but maybe he didn’t have to be such an asshole about it, you think as you bite down on your lip to hold back tears. 

“okay,” you exhale, struggling to keep your voice even. “i’m sorry. i, um- i ran you a bath.”

the tense silence is deafening. you swallow, voice growing quieter. “i’ll just go to bed then.”

sukuna doesn’t respond, glaring at something on the floor. you quickly turn around and make your way to the bedroom, the dam quietly breaking as soon as the door’s closed and you're out of his view.

you settle into bed, tucking in with your hands wrapped tightly around your body like a shield. the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut makes you flinch. 

the clink of the shower turning on follows right after; he didn’t even use the bath you set up for him.

you hate feeling this way. like you did something wrong and you don’t know what, like he did something wrong and you don’t want to admit it.

quiet sniffles escape you as you close your eyes, feeling the cold tears drip down the bridge of your nose, down your temples. you will yourself to sleep, despite knowing it won’t come.

it’s a long time before you feel a dip in the bed, sukuna’s weight climbing in next to you. you’re in that weird headspace between wakefulness and sleep, but immediately tense awake at the jostling.

it takes a moment before he says anything. almost like he’s hesitating. you hear his heavy breaths.

“hey, baby,” he finally murmurs from behind you, hand reaching out, hovering before he gently puts it on your waist. checking if it’s okay.

you turn rigid, and sukuna retracts his hand like he’s been burned, frowning slightly.

“you’re upset,” he mutters. not a question.

he’s unsurprised when you don’t reply, but he hopes you’ll give him a sliver of a chance anyway. “could you at least turn around?” he grunts. “look at me?”

silence.

he sighs, softer now. he grumbles something under his breath before speaking up again. “please?”

it takes a minute before you begrudgingly shift, rolling over so you’re facing him instead of the wall. you glare up at him, sitting on the covers and looking down at you.

sukuna looks you over. 

he thinks he feels something in him crack at the sight of your dried tear tracks, puffy red eyes. 

he made you, his sweet, angelic girl, cry. you were just trying to take care of him. only trying to make him feel better, and he snapped at you, and now he feels like the biggest loser on earth. all because of what? a fucking bad day?

idiot, he thinks to himself as he reaches out, both hands cupping your cheeks. he wipes your tears away firmly, so gentle despite it all.

you huff, trying to pull back, but sukuna doesn’t budge. his hands stay on your jaw, soft as his thumbs brush your cheeks. 

“let go,” you muster angrily, but it’s a weak attempt.

“no.”

“sukuna, let me go. you’re such an —“

“asshole, i know,” he exhales roughly. his thumbs pause in their ministrations, pressing down on your skin softly. “bitch, jerk, fucking dick. i know. and i’m sorry.”

one hand moves to card gently through your hair, and he feels you grow more pliant under his touch. “i shouldn’t have snapped at you,” sukuna continues. “i had a bad fucking day, people saying the stupidest shit and pissing me off in every way possible. but that wasn’t… i shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you swallow. 

“no, you shouldn’t have,” you mumble, all your anger dissipating into something akin to hurt. you tilt your head down to look at your fiddling fingers. “i thought i did something wrong. or maybe you just finally realised you were sick of me, and you hated me.”

“no, baby —“ sukuna responds, almost desperate as he tilts your chin up to look back up at him. he presses a rough kiss to the side of your mouth, hating to see his bright girl looking so dim. “— fuck, no. you did nothing wrong, yeah? i was an absolute idiot, taking out my anger on you, when you were just trying to be nice.”

you bite your tongue. “you really are,” you say quietly, gaze locked on him. “an absolute idiot.”

“i am, baby,” sukuna agrees, brushing a curl back from your face. “you didn’t deserve that.”

he’s looking at you with not just guilt, but that quiet affection now, the one reserved just for you.

slowly, he bends down but doesn’t yet close the gap. he’s waiting for you to do it, or maybe to pull away if you want to. you give in.

you wrap your arms around his neck, using it as leverage to pull yourself up to meet his lips. he holds you up easily.

the kiss is soft, reverent, sorry, like sukuna’s never kissed before. his passion is still obvious, but it’s gentler now. moulding into something sweeter just for you.

it’s a while before you pull away, his warm breath fanning over your skin as he rests his forehead against yours. 

his hands are warm where they’ve slipped under your top, drawing quiet patterns on your hip. you melt into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder with your fingers tangling in the hair at his nape. 

“so,” he murmurs, and you feel the vibrations of his voice. “does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”

“maybe,” you mumble, lips twitching. “if you buy me a slice of that strawberry shortcake tomorrow, i’ll consider it.”

“how many ever you want, baby,” sukuna presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head. “i’ll get you the whole damn bakery.”

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒. ( ♡ 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚉𝚈 )

𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄 promised himself that he wouldn't touch you, his newly arranged wife. but he swears that you're trying to give him a heart attack with how bad you want him, someone twice your age.

꒰ age gap (40s/20s) :: arranged marriage :: suggestive ꒱

𝓞𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓐𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴!𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

Satoru should have known you'd be a problem from the moment you said I do.

You were nothing he expected, everything he wanted, and something he couldn't have.

He knew he was in trouble from the day you flashed him those pearly white and crooked your head at him so cutely. Fresh out of your wedding ceremony and sprawled across your now shared bed. Waiting for a man with more creases settling into his skin than years to your name.

He sat still on the bed's edge. Quiet.

"You okay?" You asked. Sweet, sweeter than his scars deserved.

"Y'know," he drawled, cocking his head to mimic you. "You're awfully calm for a girl who just got married to someone old enough to be her dad."

He should have known the clan would pull something like this. Unfortunately, he could not outrun his elders. Forty four and without an heir was a stain on their name.

And now, you're here. Sweet, pretty, young you.

Smiling at him as if he hung the stars in the sky.

"Well," you intentionally mimicked his drawl. Huh, so you had spunk?

The mattress dipped beside him. Your soft knees brushed on his thigh's side. Your hands looked softer. Delicate. Probably fragile in his scarred ones.

"I guess that's right. You're twice my age— buuuuut."

Warmth bubbled in his side as you nudged him. A smile on your strawberry balmed lips.

"You seem nice enough." A dramatic? Sigh. "Real handsome too. Wouldn't say you're pushing fifty at all."

He blinked.

You stretched, still smiling. "Experienced, attractive, rich— what more could a girl ask for?"

His brows shot up. In all of his years as the Strongest, Satoru could only count on one hand the number of times in which his breath hitched.

You'd be responsible for it becoming two hands. Three, even.

What, with the way you batted your eyes at him at the dinner table. How you hung off of him during meetings.

It was odd. Not what he was expecting in the slightest. You should feel disgusted. Or unnerved.

He was your father's age.

Hell, his hands were wrinkling.

So why. The hell. Were you more into this than he bargained for?

"Don't you want a guy your age?" He scoffed at you one day during dinner.

You arched your brow. Huffed as you fixed one of your golden hoop earrings.

"Now why wouldn't I want my lobster buttery?"

Yeah. That's when he realised you were crazy.

Or maybe that should have been only a few days after your wedding, when he walked in to the sinful sight of you lounged on the bed. Silk kissing your soft skin. Teasing.

In a baby blue. Lingerie.

"What the hell are you wearing?" His hand covered his eyes. Over the blindfold. Not that it mattered. His six eyes knew what it wanted to see.

"A surprise for my husband." You smiled.

It felt like a taunt. He slept on the couch that day.

You were a little too excited about the thought of giving yourself away to a man who had finished school by the time you were born. A little too eager to press against his aging skin.

"We're married." You'd claim.

"Am I so wrong for wanting you?"

Of course not. But he sure as hell wasn't going to let your first time be with someone like him.

Not to mention the day that you—

"Remember how I said you're suppeerrr rich?" You cooed.

Satoru stared down at you. Mapping the morning sun that caressed half of your face in the dining hall.

His arms folded, the white fabric of his haori tucking against his chest. "Yes?"

He couldn't help but drawl, amused. Because his pretty arranged wife was full of surprises.

"Well, I was wondering."

Satoru really should keep his infinity up around crazy girls like you.

Your delicate fingers surged sparks into his veins. Your softness pressed into every inch of him.

As your hand treaded his bicep, so his sanity threaded. Thinned.

Doll eyes. Oh fuck. Why were you giving him doll eyes? Stop that.

"Could you maybe. . . spare your wife a little gift?" You asked.

Sweet.

Sinful.

The devil sure was pretty.

He cleared his throat, but he was still thirsty. Starving, even. White lashes hung low over blues as he watched every inch of you.

"What do you want?" He asked.

You leaned closer than he should have allowed you to. Pouted.

"There's this new pair of shoes on the market. Real pretty. Pink. I think it'd look soooo good on me."

"Yeah? That why you married me? For my money?"

"Well I could always work for it."

Your hands traced to his chest. That's where he should have stopped you.

He didn't.

You were nothing he expected.

Everything he wanted.

And something he couldn't have.

"Sweetheart," the words dripped dark. His brow quirked. Your fingers were getting a bit too comfortable with his haori ties.

His eyes hung heavy. Voice heavier.

"You know I've got scars older than you, right?"

It was meant to scare you off. But Satoru should have known better.

Again. He should really put his infinity up around crazy girls like you.

Instead of flinching. Or wincing. Or even curling your lip— you smiled.

Fucking. Dazed.

Were those hearts in your eyes?

Your fingers fiddled with his belt. Your giggle slipped into a sigh. Too dreamy. Too sweet.

"Yeah?" You hummed.

He laid a hand over yours. Gentle, because that's what pretty things deserved. But firm, because they never listened either.

Pulling you away, Satoru shook his head with a deep sigh.

"Anyone ever tell you you're crazy?"

Your pout returned. "So is that a yes to the shoes and a no to the sex?"

"Yes."

"Well, can you call me sweetheart again, then?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. As you hung on his arm with those big, bambi eyes of yours. Oh, he sure had his hands full with you.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda.

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Just the context doesn't line up.

1. We see Touya unharmed playing with his siblings as early as Ch. 39 in the Shouto flashbacks, when Shouto is already 5.

2. Endeavor tells Shouto that he lives in a different world than his siblings - i.e. at this point Endeavor doesn't train Touya anymore.

3. Endeavor is not a generic sadist - he's very utilitarian in the way he hurts his children. The fact that he never even gave a thought to training Fuyumi or Natsuo is telling that he doesn't "waste" his time with a child who doesn't have the chops to be No. 1.

its 9:12 in the fucking morning, and kiyoomi’s teenage hormones are raging.

at a beach two hours away from home, his family and many of his relatives — including komori’s family — had met together in the hot summer sun, ready for a day of swimming, eating, tanning, and what not.

what kiyoomi had not expected, though, was for you to be here. you were not in anyway related to him or any of his family, but they all know you regardless.

your family has been close with komori’s for a very long time — since from before you two were even born — so much so that you’ve grown up together, and are even prone to calling each other cousins.

because motoya’s parents were just as much yours, you would often tag along with them to family get togethers when you were all younger.

you were shy around everyone — mainly because you felt like an outsider — mostly just sticking to komori’s side, and sometimes speaking to kiyoomi since he was usually with him too.

but as kiyoomi’s parents got busier, they werent always at family gatherings, and you were never there at the same time that they were. he’s long since forgotten about you, no one more than a girl from his childhood.

or so he thought.

his family had arrived to the beach late, caught in traffic, and his parents were unpacking the food they had brought.

his mom bugged at him to remove his shirt, using the excuse of swimming, to be able to show off his volleyball chest to his relatives.

he turned to look out at the beach — clean, very clean — when he noticed his  cousin making his way to shore.. with a girl beside him.

it wasnt until you got to shore, grabbing a turtle floaty from the sand while shoving motoya, had he recognized you — just barely.

kiyoomi looks away, very quickly.

the curve of your hips, your chest, your.. ass, its too much for him, too much to get used to. the little girl from his childhood, reduced to nothing more than a memory, was now.. a woman.

but then his mom is dragging him towards the shore, calling your name and waving you over as if you were his long lost friend.

“hi, sakusa-san,” you smile at his mom, his heart dropping dead. “how are you?”

“my god, look at you!” she makes an obscene gesture with her hands, her face in awe, and kiyoomi prays for the sand beneath his feet to suck him in. “you’re so grown up now! so beautiful,”

you let out an airy chuckle, and kiyoomi looks out over the water, hiding the redness of his cheeks.

“you remember kiyoomi, right? you guys used to play together all the time when you were younger!”

as expected, you look in his direction and nod, kiyoomi still avoiding your gaze; he doesn’t trust his eyes to remain faithful to his values.

“come on, come on, you guys take a picture together,” his mom beckons, pulling out her phone from her pocket. “hurry come on,”

she motions for you guys to stand together in front of the shore, and thats when he finally looks at you, eyes quickly scanning over your face before he turns towards the camera.

he stands beside you at an arms length away, his face bored, unamused — the complete opposite to his fuming hormones right now, that he prays aren’t showing through his swim trunks.

“what — come on, stand together! i need to get a good photo!”

you chuckle, stepping closer, but even he can tell that you’re nervous.

“kiyoomi! stop being like that or ill take you home, right now.” his mom sighs, and kiyoomi does too.

eighteen years old, and even he isnt spared from the childish threats, so he takes a deep breath and whispers, “can i put my arm around you?”

it’s out of character for him, and maybe that’s why you turn and look at him, surprise flashing in your eyes — as if you’ve remembered after all these years.

either way, you nod, and kiyoomi’s jaw tenses as he wraps his arm around you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“there you go, now smile — you too, kiyoomi, im not joking.” his mom cheers, then throwing a pointed look his way, earning a soft snicker from you.

it takes everything he’s got not to look at you, willing himself to breath, because — holy shit — your skin is so soft, and you fit into him just right.

he tilts the corners of his mouth up into a close lipped smile, because he knows that his mom wont put up with his shit for even a moment.

you lean into him while throwing up a peace sign, and kiyoomi is yelling at himself, willing his mind to block out the feel of your exposed skin against his bare chest.

just before you think you’re done, komori’s mom comes to take a picture too, and his inner thoughts whimper.

when you finally pull away and head back to the water, komori coming over to greet his aunt and cousin, kiyoomi’s mom scrolls through the photos she took.

“she’s such a pretty young lady now,” she smiles at her phone. “if you bring home a girl anything short of her, i will hang you upside down, kiyoomi.”

yeah, sure, if the thought of you doesn’t kill him first.

you never know what you have until it’s gone, so they say. you think by now they should have known that.

pt. 1 i know who you pretend i am [2]

character/s: kenma kozume x gn!reader

genre/s: open ended angst but let's say it's a/f

warning/s: none

jot’s notes 🤍: i like the last paragraph of this. emotionally unavailable characters stans come get ur juice!!!

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kenma kozume

kenma was testing out a new game to stream while you laid on your stomach on the bed, scrolling through social media. you came across an instagram post about a new rooftop café a few minute-drive away from your flat. it had a cool neon aesthetic with raw brick walls adorned with plate numbers and soda pop caps the size of a basin as décor. the food and drinks looked good but more importantly there were a few arcade games lined along the wall. you thought kenma would like the place. afterall, it’s been a while since you both went out on a date together.

pushing aside the thoughts of him still being in love with his ex, you just wanted to be a selfish for a little longer. with how you were now, you knew it wasn’t long until you called it off with him, but you wanted to make a few more happy memories with him. when all was said and done, memories were all you could have anyway since you never had kenma himself to begin with.