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“My feet hurt..” you complain, dramatically throwing your head against Freja's shoulder. She just hums quietly, turning her head to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I told you, prensesim, those heels are not dance appropriate.” Emre scolded, digging around in his pockets for the keys as you three approached the front door.

You just pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “They were the only ones that matched my dress! What else was I supposed to do?”

Freja raises her eyebrow. “Don't you have a pair of heels for every outfit?” she asked, walking past Emre after he got the door open. She gently places you onto the couch and kneels in front of you, undoing the straps to release your feet.

“I could have sworn so, but apparently not.” you huff, leaning back into the cushions.

“I have something that'll cheer you up.” Emre says suddenly as he shuffles inside, pulling the door shut.

He twists the locks, clumsily kicks off his boots, and makes a rush for the bedroom. Freja doesn't bat an eye. She just grabs your heels and turns towards the shoe rack near the front door.

You, however, stare at the hallway Emre disappeared to. You can hear him rummaging around for something, but you can't even try to think about what exactly it is.

“What's he doing?” you ask Freja, putting your legs into her lap the moment the couch sinks underneath her weight. She shrugs, grabbing one of your legs to firmly massage the sore muscles.

By the time Emre comes back, your curiosity is about to kill you. Right away, you can see the little bag he's holding along with something bright red in the same hand.

“What is that?” you ask, wiggling around the couch to crawl over Freja's lap to get a closer look at the items he's returned with. Emre just grins, using his free hand to nudge your head back as he moves to sit down.

Freja’s expression dittos Emre’s, a huge grin peels back her lips and she puts her hands on your hips. “Sit between us, min elskede. We'll show you.”

Her voice sends a shiver down your spine, so you obey.

Pretty quickly, you see why the two of them looked so excited. Up close, you can make out what exactly that red object was in Emre's hand.

His grinder. The one that always seems to grow legs and run away at the most inconvenient times.

You watch with wide, enchanted eyes as he tosses the bag he was holding to Freja, who grabs a candle lid from the table next to the couch. She slices the top of the bag open with her pocket knife and pulls out a cigar.

“Let's see if I fuck it up like last time.” she mumbles, making Emre laugh. “Hey! Cheer up, you can't be that drunk, right?” he teases.

Freja sucks her teeth at him before holding the cigar over the candle lid. You watch as she carefully slits the side open while Emre begins twisting his grinder beside you.

“Did you plan this for tonight?” you ask, eyes locked onto the tobacco falling out of the cigar wrapper.

Emre shakes his head, opening the red tin and nodding in satisfaction. “No, I just remembered I put the buds in here before we went out.”

“He was going to bring that to work, but I told him that would mean he has to share with everyone.” Freja chimed in, smirking at her work. A pile of tobacco and a neat cigar wrapper.

You duck your head when Emre reaches over to bat at the back of Freja's head before snatching the wrapper from her hands.

“I was not!” he rolls his eyes, but squeals when Freja slaps his leg. They bicker like cats, you thought with a giggle.

You lean your head back on Freja's shoulder as she wraps her arms around your waist. The two of you silently watch Emre fill the wrapper with his weed. You can't help but appreciate how skilled his fingers are, especially as they begin to roll the cigar closed.

It's kind of hot.

“And now,” he mumbles, looking at the two of you through his lashes. You're about to speak when he brings the blunt to his mouth. His tongue slides along the edge it, painfully slow.

You're sure he can hear your heart racing in your chest, because he smiles at you before pressing the edge closed. Freja tosses him a lighter she fished from.. somewhere in the couch cushions and he flickers it on.

“Dibs on first hit.” Freja says as Emre secures the seam with the flame. He groans dramatically, rolling his eyes and pouting.

“How is that fair? I rolled it! It's my weed! From my grinder!” he exclaims.

“Okay? But I cut the wrapper! And I didn't fuck it up this time!” she argues back.

The two of them don't get a chance to squabble for much longer when you huff about your head hurting.

Freja and Emre make brief eye contact, a smirk on both of their faces before looking back down at you.

“We're sorry, baby. Here.” Emre purrs, holding the blunt up to your lips. Nervously, you lean forward and take the end of it into your mouth. You hear the flick flick of the lighter before Freja moves to hold the flame underneath the other end, lighting it.

You suck in a slow breath, lips twitching as the thick smoke fills your mouth. It travels down your throat and spreads across your lungs, blossoming into each little nook.

You exhale just as Emre pulls it away from your lips. He and Freja look at you expectantly, silently asking a question.

“Mhm.” is all you say, leaning against Freja with more of your weight.

“Perfect.” Freja chuckles, kissing your temple.

By the time you're all comfortably hazy, you've lost track of time, but you don't care anymore.

Freja's chest is the only thing keeping your head from swiveling off your neck and Emre is running his fingers up and down your thighs.

You want to scold him for the ash falling from the blunt and onto the floor, but you're far too occupied with the way his fingers creep further and further up your leg.

It's then you notice that Freja's hands are now wandering as well, tracing over your stomach with one hand and tracing over your chest with the other.

You want to tell them to behave. You all have work tomorrow and your ass is currently killing you.

“Are you two going to play nice?” you whisper, “or, am I going to have to call out of work tomorrow?”

“Go ahead and call out for tomorrow and the next day.” Freja answers, sliding her hand up from your chest to hold your jaw.

Emre nods, snuffing out the blunt in the ash tray on the coffee table, before prying open your legs to crawl between them.

On second thought, you can always just quit your job and your ass doesn't hurt that bad. What’s the harm?

Ieiri Shoko ;

— Half of her thinks it's hot, half of her is scared. Put it together and she's absolutely crazy.

— The whiplash she gets when you go from scary to cute makes her actually reach up and rub at her neck with a sigh.

— She'll pretend to wipe sweat from her forehead and go “thank goodness I'm on your good side! Y'know, cuz I'm your wife?”

— Calls you her “lil monster” and people wonder how, and why, she puts up with your sudden shifts. Hell, she doesn't even know but she loves it.

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Kento Nanami ;

— Tries to act like he's not. “I am not scared. I am just.. slightly intimidated.”

— He knows you'd never hurt him without good reason, but it still makes his skin crawl just a little whenever you start to do your thing.

— Quick to defend you from other people and their useless opinions. It doesn't matter if you freak him out, you're still the love of his life.

— Rubs his temples when you switch from scary to sweet. “What am I going to do with you..”

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Kamo Choso ;

— Isn't necessarily scared? But he knows better than to mess around and find out.

— Doesn't flinch or bat an eye whenever you start, just staring at you and watching the situation go down.

— Honestly? It impresses him! He thinks you're so very cool and he enjoys all sides of you.

— Although! Sometimes you can make him shrink into himself. It's mainly when you're being scary towards him, which means he's in for it..

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Fushiguro Toji ;

— He becomes a completely different person when you're around, especially when you're mad.

— Toji walks around like he can beat anybody ass within seconds, but when it comes to you he puts his hands behind his back and keeps his head bowed down like a polite little man.

— He scraps his crude way of talking and uses honorifics, even if you're younger than him. Hell, he even speaks softer to you when you're talking to him! He's a good boy.

— He isn't ashamed of it either. He's proud to please you by acting this way, even if people tease him for it. You're all that matters to him.

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Ryomen Sukuna ;

— He doesn't take you seriously until an argument where you kick him out of his own estate. He was stunned into silence and literally walked around for half a day to think about what he did.

— He's not used to people standing up to him, especially people he's in a relationship with. You're the first and it makes him pause.

— Sukuna tries to play in your face for a while, trying to get you to crack and be submissive to him. You never do it, if anything you bite back harder and it makes him feel gooey and warm.

— He likes having someone who can match his attitude, even if it pisses him off to no end sometimes. He'd never have it any other way, but he won't admit that.

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Satoru Gojo ;

— Such a dramatic asshole about it. Genuinely, he acts like he's in a play.

— Whenever he screws up he frowns and stares at everything but you while turning infinity on to the max. He's terrified.

— Deep down, he enjoys how quick you are to check him — even if it scares the fuck out of him. He loves that you're not afraid to stand up to him and his occasional tantrums.

— “Made my love mad at me. Hope I die.” type of man.

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Suguru Getou ;

— The first, and only, time he pissed you off he deadass cried for six hours straight. He never, ever, wants to be on the receiving end of your anger ever again.

— Does everything he can to please you and keep you happy. You want flowers? He'll get you two giant bouquets. You want to relax? He's already booked a trip, all expenses paid. Whatever you want is his command.

— Whenever you stick up for others, be it himself or strangers, he has to cover his face because he's flushed bright red. He finds you so attractive when you're being firm.

— Doesn't hesitate to take out people who have something nasty to say about you — that is, if you haven't taken care of them yourself. He loves you so much and he's not against murder in your name.

Kugisaki Nobara ;

— Doesn't notice them until you yawn or smile.

— When she does, it's over. She's asking where you got them, why you didn't tell her, why you guys didn't match. It's a whirlwind…

— Whenever you guys take selfies together now, she's tickling you so you smile and show off your teeth!

— “Don't ever take em out, bae. You are so hot, I'm going to hit a wall.” and she's so serious too LOL.

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Zenin Maki ;

— Notices right away. “Why do you keep licking your teeth?”

— Confused by their purpose, but enjoys the cosmetics. Mainly because it's you.

— If you ask her to match, she might say no because she doesn't want it to get in her way, but honestly she might give in and just do it at some point.

— “Whatever makes you feel beautiful makes me happy.” ♡♡♡♡

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Toge Inumaki ;

— His brain pauses the moment he sees them. He's just.. standing there staring at them for a while before you snap him back to reality.

— Probably sticks his finger in your mouth too.. he's confused as to how they're sticking to your teeth without any obvious support.

— He points to his own mouth, raising an eyebrow to silently ask ‘can I get some too?’ and, of course, you can't say no to that!

— Stares at your mouth more than usual, always trying to see your decorated teeth.

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Fushiguro Megumi ;

— I think he'd be jealous.. lowkey. He's always wanted to ice up his mouth, so seeing you do it makes him feel a type of way.

— He gets over it though when you happily show him what you got. Megumi just wants to see you smile, especially now!

— “... Next time you get something done, can I.. come too?” and he's looking down at his feet like he expects you to say no. When you say yes, he perks up like a rabbit!!

— Sets his insta pfp to a picture of you, showing off your teeth, because he thinks it's just so hot.

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Itadori Yuji ;

— “Oh my god!!!!! Your teeth!!!!!” yeah, he noticed right away. Hope you didn't want to surprise him!

— Immediately asking you to pose and show off your mouth so he can spam his friends and social media with you. You're art in his eyes!!

— Another one who sticks their fingers in your mouth, unfortunately. “I just wanna see!!!!!!!!!!” and you've just spent five minutes showing them to him..

— Absolutely makes you two match. Hell, his excited ass goes out of his way to draw examples of what you two could do. He's so cute.. ♡

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Ieiri Shoko ;

— Is absolutely stunned upon seeing them!

— Honestly, she's probably the type of person who notices small things like that about her partners, so you don't even need to point them out to her.

— “Can we match? Let's get each other’s favorite colors! Or, birthstones!” she's so excited, bless her..

— Be careful, though, she might stick her fingers in your mouth at random to see them.. love her!!!!

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Kamo Choso ;

— “Why would you do that?” and he's left confused when you laugh at his blunt tone.

— When he learns it's for cosmetics, he pulls at his own lips in thought and spends the next few hours wondering if he would look better with some cute teeth deco.

— Just. Disappears one day for a few hours. When he comes back, you're surprised to see his teeth decorated like yours.

— “Am I more cosmetic, now?” with a little head tilt. Rip to your heart!!

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Nanami Kento ;

— He paid for it, but he doesn't exactly know why you would want them.

— When you pull your lips back to show him, he just nods and tells you they're pretty on you.

— But, as time passes, he starts to grow distracted whenever you speak. He's far too focused on the jewelry you're wearing and he's learning he likes it more than he thought.

— You'll find him scrolling around, looking for different ideas that might look good on you. He's in deep now, be ready to never have a boring mouth.

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Fushiguro Toji ;

— He notices them after a few days when you two kiss. His eyes narrow and, immediately, his fingers are in your mouth. Who's surprised?

— “When the fuck did you get these done?” he laughs. It's not mocking, he's just surprised!! He likes them a lot.

— Now, he finds any excuse to make you flash your teeth. Be it a snarl or a smile, he doesn't care.

— Takes on a few extra jobs in order to help you pay for something extra the next time you want them done. It excites him to no end when you come home with something new.

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Ryomen Sukuna ;

— He's already familiar with beauty routines surrounding teeth, but it still surprises him when you come by with glitter in your mouth.

— Makes you sit in his lap as you explain your thought process, leaning his head on one arm and holding you possessively with the other three. His gaze sparkles with curiosity, nodding along as you talk.

— Politely ask to see them at random, which scares you a little bit. “May I, please, see your mouth?”

— Doesn't say it out loud, but there's always a rumble of appreciation when you consider him in your next set.

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Satoru Gojo ;

— Notices even before you walk out of the office, his little freaky self usually his powers to spy on you.

— When you show him, he has to act surprised lest you figure out he's been peeping. “Wow!! It looks fantastic!!!!!!!”

— Probably gets his nails done to match and consistently shows the two of you off on social media. To an annoying extent..

— “You should get a big fat G on your teeth next! Just an idea!!” and he has a huge grin on his stupid face.

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Suguru Getou ;

— Ok, listen to me. I absolutely believe he's had teeth deco before. Ok? Just understand my method.

— “Ah? How cute.” he says while you show him, poking at your new jewelry with his finger.

— Isn't against getting teeth deco with you if you want to match. He'd probably make it into a huge, romantic date for the two of you.

— He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and he definitely goes around with you to show you off, even if people can't see the details on your teeth. You're his muse. ♡

You don't really remember how your clothes ended up the way they did.

One moment, you're standing at the bus stop, umbrella in hand to hide from the rain. The next? A roar from a motorcycle was all you heard before getting splashed with nasty, dirty rainwater. You didn't even see the idiot coming!

Great. You really liked that sweater, too!

“Why do you dare to walk into our estate looking like you've been lounging with swine?” Sukuna grumbles the moment he spots you, all four eyes narrowed in annoyance.

“Sorry,” you sigh, smiling thankfully at a servant who comes to take your umbrella and bag. “I was waiting for the bus, don't start—” you scold him before he can complain, “And some asshole cyclist splashed me with water.”

Sukuna growled, snapping his jaw together before standing up. “Uraume,” he calls, summoning his beloved servant, “Get this clumsy mortal one of my robes.”

You blink, mouth open in protest. Uraume leaves before you can speak, though, so you turn to Sukuna instead.

“Your? robe?” you ask, holding back a smile at the way his head tilts to the side. “My love, I'm too small to fit your robes.”

Sukuna doesn't speak. His eyes look up towards the ceiling in thought, caught off guard by the obvious.

When Uraume returns, he uses one hand to point at the fabric.

“... I have missed a major detail. tailor this to my mortal’s body.” is all he says before he pulls his arm back and walks away.

Uraume looks at his fleeting figure before cracking a smile. “I suppose The Lord has forgotten how large he is. Again?"

You nod, chuckling. Uraume hums softly and beckons you to follow them.

It doesn't take long for Uraume to tailor the robe for you. They bow, holding your soiled clothes, as you part ways.

The way the fabric drapes over your body feels amazing and surprisingly warm, despite being loosely tied together with a silk belt.

You find Sukuna in the garden, the one he had constructed just for you. He's squatting and squinting at a patch of bright pink flowers, like he's unsure of their origins.

“Has Uraume tailored my robe to fit?” he asks as you walk up behind him, his ear twitching at the sound of your wooden getas on the pebbled walkway.

“Yes! I might keep this, if you don't mind.” You nod, trying to peer over his huge shoulder. He simply grunts, standing up.

“Don't be foolish, you've needed a robe for a long time anyways. I cannot stand your je— ah.”

Sukuna cuts himself off uncharacteristically as he turns to face you. His eyebrows are raised in surprise, and he feels the tips of his ears start to blush.

You don't get the chance to question him outside of a head tilt before he's scooped you up. “Hey! Sukuna!” you yell, fussing the whole way to your shared room, his footsteps heavy and rushed.

“You answer me! What are y— ack!”

He places - it's more like a toss - you onto the bed before disappearing into the attached side room. Your eyebrows furrow as you hear him digging around for something.

When he returns, he's carrying a large trunk in two of his hands. You blink as he sets it down at the foot of the bed.

“What's?” you point at it, “in that?”

He clicks open the trunk, revealing the sea of gold mixed with countless gems. Your gasp echoes around the room, and you lean back to sit on your knees.

He isn't phased. All he does is dig around in the trunk, eyes narrowing in focus as he starts to lay items out on the bed in front of you. Necklaces dotted with diamonds and ceramic beads, bracelets made of golden swirls and emerald charms, ruby earrings glistening in the light. It's never-ending.

“Sukuna, wait,” you catch his hand in yours as he goes to place another necklace on the bed. His eyes meet yours, waiting for you to speak.

You motion to everything lying out on the bed, “What's all this for?”

“I cannot have you walking around the estate without decorating your body,” he states matter-of-factly. “It is to make sure everyone knows you are mine, and so you cannot run away.”

You chuckle at that last comment before you can stop it. “That's very sweet, my love, but if I wear this much, it'll be hard for me to keep up with you.”

Again, he tilts his head before understanding what you mean. “Ah. But then, how will everyone know you and I are an item?”

You hum, giving it some thought. Your lips curl into a smile when the solution comes to you.

“How about this, I pick out one thing to wear every day. This way, I’m not wearing too much all at once, but everyone still understands that I’m yours.”

Sukuna rubs his chin, considering your proposal. His ears twitch, and he gently flexes his hand when you rub over his knuckles.

“Very well,” he nods, pulling you off the bed and into his lap. “Go on and pick, Apricot.”

You grin, hands eagerly digging into the gold in front of you. Sukuna watches over your shoulder, all four arms wrapped around your frame.

A deep rumble forms in his chest, and his blinking slows down. The fondness he has for you spreads throughout his body, making him feel warm. The clinking of gold, the hums of consideration from you, the way your body shifts in his hold.

He needs to find a way to make you immortal. He wouldn't want anyone else but you by his side. forever. ♡