Rini Taiyaki Yaki

No, Toji would call anyone ma’, Gojo would not cheat, and Geto is not a woman. And some of you guys copy Tonicries to the point where you don't write each character with unique individual dialogue accurate to their character, we don't want to read the same thing over and over again.

And PLEASE stop using aave (African American Vernacular English) incorrectly, do some research about female anatomy and actually read and watch JJK because what the fuck do you mean “they use their cursed techniques on you during sex” that wouldn't work at all, cursed techniques are intended for fighting and not intimacy, the larp needs to stop.

Honestly if you read non-con and just love the thought of being raped, don't dare to write some bullshit like “I'm not romanticising rspe or sexual assault” yes you are.

And what the hell is up with some of you PEDOPHILIES, yes pedophiles, with writing aged up stories of teenagers and then having the audacity to put “MDNI”

And what the fuck is up with some of you niggas and non-con, yes I am kink shaming, I just saw a post saying that it doesn't matter if you like a bad character because they are fictional, have you never heard of the slenderman case? So is it not wrong to think bad of a person who says that they resonate with a rapist character or a misogynistic character and that the character is really complex and that they can understand them because they are just so misunderstood.

Another thing is, its Satoru not Saturo, Geto not Getou, AND ITS GOJO NOT GOJOU.

Sukuna x reader, enemies to lovers - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The clink of pool table balls can be heard followed by a victorious cheer, a noise unrecognisably Satoru Gojo. A huff of amusement leaves your nose while you sit comfortably on one of the surrounding sofas, watching as the events unfold. 

Opposite to you, sits Sukuna, who must have been staring at you, proven by the immediate eye contact when you look his way. He flashes you a brief smirk before pulling out his phone and altering his focus onto it. Weirdo.

After a moment, a ping comes from your phone, alerting you of a new message. It must be Kento letting you know he’s on his way, but when you check the notification it displays a different name; ‘Idiot’. Also known as Sukuna, of course. The message, mysterious and brief, says,

“You look different today.” 

Your gaze flickers up at the man behind the message, brows furrowing as to say ‘what?’. Frustrated, you decide to put him in his place. Doesn’t he know no contact is necessary between the two of you? 

“This number is for emergencies only, please refrain from contacting me again unless absolutely necessary.” You send the message before sliding your phone back into your pocket. It should allow him to understand that you aren’t interested in texting with him, regardless of how ‘different’ you look today, whatever that means.

A couple of minutes pass by without a response from Sukuna. Good, you think, he’s listened for once in his life. I mean, different? What on Earth could that mean, and who sends a text like that anyway? 

With a sigh, you pull your phone back out of your pocket and open the text conversation once more. 

“Different how?” Is what you settle on. There’s no harm in curiosity, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. Sukuna’s response follows shortly,

“Ha ha.” Is all the message read. Is he insane? 

As the minutes pass your embarrassment and regret only grows. You guess the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’ isn’t for nothing. What were you thinking, why would you give in to the obvious bait? He’s won whatever game he- ping! Embarrassing yourself further, if possible, you quickly rush to read the message;

“You look nice.” Blush immediately adorns your face, and you silently beg it to leave. How could such a simple comment do this to you? It’s not like you’ve never been complimented before. Your eyes flick up to Sukuna, and as you should’ve expected, he’s already looking your way, holding your gaze. Your eyes widen as he begins to type another message.

“Is that a new blush you’ve got on?” Fuck. He knows.

Sukuna x reader, enemies to lovers - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Finally able to rest after a long, exhausting day of work, you allow yourself to browse the internet before you inevitably, and likely soon succumb to sleep. You open Instagram to see what regular people got up to today, and subsequently click on a childhood friend’s story to view it. Your face is immediately illuminated by the beautiful photograph, one where they sit at a cafe reading a book about self help, you can’t help but notice they look particularly tranquil. 

Feeling inspired to post a picture of your own, partly to show off your sub-par photography skills, but mainly to prove you can be a normal person within society and post on your socials every once in a while, you navigate to your camera roll to find the perfect photo, the one of a blooming cherry blossom you had taken a few days prior lingering in your mind. However, when opening your camera roll app, instead of being met with the beautiful pink tree, displayed are images upon images of many angles of a different being. One that’s not so beautiful, you swear.

Almost all of the photos are close up shots of Sukuna’s face, and all of them are blurry, showcasing his awful photography skills. Never have you met a man with such terrible technology literacy. In some photos, he holds up his arm, flexing his toned bicep muscles. 

“Show off.” You whisper to your empty room, more enjoyment in your voice than intended. 

In others, he holds up a lazy peace sign. How ironic, you think. A flush of pink appears atop your ears, but that is simply because you are infuriated that he would steal your phone to do such a silly thing, that’s all. 

This isn’t exactly what you were hoping to see just before falling asleep, so why does the tight feeling settling in your chest and the warm feeling in your abdomen linger? With a shake of your head, you decide that doesn’t matter.

Having a brief ponder that definitely should’ve had more thought put into it, you decide not to delete the photos. Not because you like them, no, that’s ridiculous. But because there are simply so many it would be a task in itself to delete them all. So, instead you settle on creating a folder and titling it “idiot”, filling it with the photos of the man you swear you hate. 

Not deleting the photos is one thing, but making a place for them to be safe-kept is another. One that you aren’t ready to face, not until you’ve had a full night's rest, at least.

Your brain mustn’t know whose side it’s supposed to be on, as you dream of him that night.

Sukuna x reader, enemies to lovers - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

You sit draped across the cozy sofa in the communal living space, splurging with an arm lazily hanging off, half watching whatever rerun is adorning the television. With a huff, your eyes shut while you wallow in your boredom, turning off the episode you must have already watched three times over. There have been little to no curses needing your attention lately, and while initially you were grateful for the break, it’s simply boring now. 

Your attention is drawn to the sudden creek of the door to living space, with you silently hoping whoever steps in could be the cure to your impending and stubborn boredom. Sitting up swiftly from your comfortable position on the sofa, you check enthusiastically for who had entered. Alas, with a sigh your disappointment leaks out of your words,

“Oh, it’s you.” you grumble. 

Not taking a second of his time to acknowledge you, Sukuna grunts as a response. You flop back down to your previous position with another sigh, silence filling the room once again. 

Suddenly, Sukuna throws something onto your abdomen making you jolt in surprise. Not appreciating him rudely disrupting the silence, you blurt out,

“What the fuck, Sukuna?” his only response to your words being a lousy shrug. 

Looking down to inspect the foreign item now on your body, you realise it’s a packet of food. It’s light pink in colour with an interestingly drawn chibi mochi exclaiming the snack inside to be yummy on it. Classy. Also, your favourite.

“What is this?” you demand, knowing full well what it is, but rather why it’s been given to you by the man you hate more than anyone else.

“Thought you’d like it.” Sukuna states, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“Like it?” you question as confusion paints your face and butterflies you chose to ignore fill your gut.

“Don’t you?” he inquires, and you swear you can hear a drop of disappointment in his voice. Which makes so sense, mind you. Everyone knows the distaste you feel for him is reciprocated, right?

“I.. do.” you realise, before picking it up to inspect it closer, holding it carefully as if touching it will burn your fingertips or as though the snack may suddenly try to eat you.

“There you go, then.” Sukuna’s deep and firm voice clarifies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in Japan. And with that, he leaves the room and your unanswered questions lingering.

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thank you so much to all of you. i am so glad you liked this. the crazy in me sees the crazy in you and i think that's beautiful.

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if you would like to be added to the taglist, click here. serie’s almost done! also sukuna is very dramatic

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if you would like to be added to the taglist, click here. so to answers your question no i have no idea of where this is going

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feeding you double lately cause idk. felt like it. also im gonna be 22 tmrw! if you would like to be added to the taglist, click here.

oough this is decisions… this is so bad

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“you got a lighter?”

the question hangs in the air, heavy enough to sting as you say it. the air is stale, carrying the heat of the newborn summer blooming around you and the smoke of sukuna's cigarette. he’s leaning against the wall outside the convenience store where he works, black hoodie half-zipped despite the warmth, hands shoved into his pockets as he has nowhere else to put them. you stand in front of him with your hair tied up messily, an oversized t-shirt, dressed like someone who had been trying to unwind at home before getting a text they shouldn’t have answered. your hands dig into your bag for your pack. he snorts softly.

“that’s a terrible icebreaker.” still, he hands you the lighter. pink plastic. scratched at the edges. warm from sitting in his palm. you hate that it feels heavy in your hand, not because of its actual weight, but because it's his. you light up a cigarette, and smoke curls around your smile. "i had to start somewhere," you shrug.

for a second, neither of you speaks. you watch him carefully, then — really watch him. the dark circles under his eyes, the way exhaustion settles into his shoulders, the silver of his eyebrow piercing catching the streetlight. funny. you never knew where he worked. never knew what he did when he wasn’t making music, or what he wanted out of life, or even how old he really was. twenty-six, maybe older. the distance between you feels deliberate somehow. like something built brick by brick to remind you that people like him and people like you don’t end up in the same places. that opposites don’t attract. that may be your instincts had been right all along.

you flick ash onto the pavement. “you shouldn’t have texted me, sukuna.” his gaze snaps to your face. “you started something knowing damn well there was no way to finish it.”

his jaw shifts. “i didn’t start anything,” he mutters.

you blink at him. “seriously?” your laugh comes out sharper than intended. “you flirted with me first. don’t fucking gaslight me now.” the swear catches him off guard. it feels like anger should look different on you, like it shouldn’t belong to you at all.

he goes quiet. his cigarette burns down to nothing between his fingers.

for a while, there’s only the distant sound of traffic. then he exhales, defeated.

“yeah,” he says quietly. “i did.”

and somehow, that hurts more. because suddenly, you’re not crazy. there had been something. something lingering beneath every interaction. every look. every text felt too cutting or too careful.

you inhale smoke, slow enough for it to hurt. then he speaks again.

“i noticed you last year,” he says, eyes somewhere far away. “when you picked up yuji from my parents’ place.” your brows knit together. “you introduced yourself. i don’t even think i told you my name.” he laughs once, bitter. “but you looked…” he pauses. struggles. “warm.”

the word lands strangely. “like sunlight or some shit,” he mutters, embarrassed by himself already. “and i remember thinking, fuck, i wanna see her again.” your chest tightens. “then satoru said he knew you.” he kicks lightly at the pavement. “i was stupidly happy about it.” his voice gets quieter. “because suddenly you were real. reachable.” he looks at you then. “yet you weren’t.”

the streetlight catches in his eyes. “i had this version of you in my head,” he says. “and i wanted it so bad it pissed me off.” he laughs again, humorless. “so i dated someone else.”

the words sting unexpectedly. “but you never really left my head,” he admits. “so i texted you.” a pause. “and now we’re here.”

silence settles around you, heavy. your cigarette slips from your fingers before you even realize. because what are you even supposed to say to that? then-

“i dumped her.” his voice is firmer this time. “mei’s gone.”

he takes one step closer, not enough to touch but just enough to ruin the distance. “you didn’t deserve this mess,” he says, rubbing a hand over his face. “seriously. i fucked this up.” his fingers drag down slowly, rough and calloused. “and yuji…” he exhales hard. “i’m sorry about that, too. i picked him up ‘cause i knew you’d text me about it. he kept asking about you last thursday.”

your heart stutters.

“he didn’t give a shit that i picked him up from practice,” sukuna says quietly. “just kept asking why you weren’t there.”

you stare at him for a second too long. the streetlight buzzes faintly overhead. somewhere down the block, a car passes. the world keeps moving in this morbidly normal way while yours feels oddly suspended.

“you don’t get to say all of this now,” you say quietly. sukuna’s expression tightens.

“i know.”

“no, i don’t think you do.” your voice shakes despite yourself. “you don’t get to tell me you noticed me, that you thought about me, that you-” you stop, swallowing hard. “that there was something there when you had a girlfriend.” the words feel ugly coming out.

“i know,” he says again, softer this time. and annoyingly, he doesn’t argue or defend himself. he just stands there. “i fucked it up,” he says after a while. “bad.”

you let out a humorless laugh. “yeah,” you mutter. “you really did.”

his mouth twitches, not quite a smile. “i’m not asking you to forgive me.”

that catches you off guard.

he looks down at the pavement before continuing. “i just couldn’t keep pretending you meant nothing.”

something in your chest shifts painfully.

you hate that. hate that he gets to say things like that after all of this. you hate that part of you still wants to hear them anyway. the silence stretches again.

then-

“so what?” you ask quietly. “what now?”

sukuna exhales through his nose, shoulders dropping.

“i don’t know,” he admits. “but if there’s even a slight chance you don’t completely hate me…”

his hand twitches at his side again.

“can i still try?”

you look at him for a long moment.

“you’re kind of an asshole.”

“yeah.”

“and this is messy.”

“yeah.”

“and i’m still mad.”

“i figured.”

you sigh.

“walk me home.”

for the first time all night, he looks genuinely surprised.

“…seriously?”

“you already ruined my evening,” you mumble, starting to walk. “might as well finish the job.”

and when he falls into step beside you, he doesn’t stand too close. but he doesn’t leave space for anyone else, either.

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guys i hope you enjoy. sorry for being late i had a crazy couple of weeks. also i didnt proofread this lol lmk if it sucks ass

sukuna you cheeky cheeky cheeky fuck

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also gojo i appreciate you being morally grey and trying to give us a nicer perspective

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loved that movie