i. you’re standing outside a convenience store because satoru’s body refuses to go six hours without eating something sweet (read: two handfuls worth of snacks) so there you are, bored—waiting for him to stop flirting with the cashier (old lady, 72, loving it).

he’s really taking forever. you scroll on your phone, suddenly remembering the pack to grab spearmint gum in your bag. it’s something to do. you grab it, pop a piece in your mouth, and think nothing of it.

big mistake.

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight

You're married to Satoru Gojo - an arrangement since your childhood, one you're so excited for. You soon find out - he wants nothing to do with you. Any one is preferable, from the waitress at your engagement party, to his secretary. Torn apart by insecurities and devastated by the fact that you can't make this one sided affection work, you decide to find something to keep you going until Gojo finds a way to end the marriage. That's what lands you right in the notorious boxing ring in town - led by Ryomen Sukuna, who finally sees you.

pairings - Nepo baby! Gojo x Heiress! Reader x Boxer! Sukuna

warnings!! - Heavy angst, cheating, Satoru is cruel and mean, reader starts off very shy/insecure, Soft Sukuna but he still don't mind being buried inside married reader, a fuck ton of feelings, eventual smut, explicit, mentions of insecurities, love triangles, threesomes, breed kinks, enemies to lovers to friends, messy dynamics, redemption arcs like a mf.

Multiple endings. Told from Reader, Gojo and Kuna's POV

here's the playlist

ongoing - wc 85k - ao3 link

Fratjo! and his cute nerdy girlfriend hcs !

an - tmi! I wrote this while in the tub before the idea could go away 𓁹‿𓁹

❤︎ Fratjo! who constantly skips his classes and goes to party’s, and after stops by your room to find you studying for a test he assumed you’d definitely help him on ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! who can’t help but plaster a stupid smile on his face whenever you tell him off for smelling like alcohol and punch while lounging all over your freshly washed bedsheets ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! who likes to tease you and take off your glasses just to put them on himself, so he could see you stretch and reach over him while he catches you in hold you cant possibly break out of . . . ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who acts dumb and asks you to explain certain math questions just so he can hear you nerd out with the slight excitement edged in your voice while solving them. ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who has a keen eye for spotting when you’re getting burnt out, always so persistent on dragging you out of your dorm and into the nearest party—just to end up on a random couch stroking your hair and listening to you talk about a new hyperfixation ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who likes to wait for you outside of your classes to publicly and embarrassingly show you affection, no matter how many times you claim to hate it, he just can’t keep his hands off you ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who doesn’t care what his friends say about you or your study habits or why he’s exactly into you in the first place, always ready with a firm, “Are you the one dating her? Didn’t think so.” ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who unconditionally loved his nerdy girlfriend and her nerdy perks since the very beginning! ⊹˚. ♡

one day toji was fixing your car, for what? no idea but you know he looks good doing it.

“done staring ma?” you snap out of your traze. “wasn’t staring..” “you were, what do you need?” he pulls something and throws it on the ground his eyes looking down at the inside of your car hood.

you shake your head and he smirks, “think someone is calling you” you hum and nod and flee from the scene to the living room.

it’s your best friend, you answer the phone. “hello?” “heyy girl, we still going to that club?” you hum and peak into the garage from the hallway and whisper. “yeah, not that we’re doing anything bad just.. keep it down.” you chuckle nervously. “toji gets jealous sometimes.. though it’s totally hot-“ “totally not.”

you scoff and roll your eyes. “whatever, it makes it harder for me to go out to party-“ “party?” you groan and hang up when you hear a deep voice, obviously from your fiancé toji.

“no..” he raises his eyebrow and walks up to you and plops down on the couch with a squeak looking up at you. “you leaving me baby?” he squints his eyes his voice deep, his lips poked out, not mad but controlled, he looks so—

you quickly shake your head then he pats his lap and you sit on one thick thigh. his hands rest on your waist “so why you going to a party, ‘n you not telling me bout it?” he looks at you up and down, slowly.

you wince and shrink down, your shoulders tense. “relax ma, I ain’t mad just disappointed.” you look into his eyes, then put your finger on his chin tilting his head up he’s smiling, black marks on his stretched out tank top which absolutely makes him reek of gasoline and on top of that he’s all sweaty. “why do you look so… good.” he smirks and raises eyebrow “what?” “like so.. attractive, when your being assertive, or.. or even fixing my broken down car.”

he scoffs and chuckles and then kisses your collarbone. wrapping your legs around his waist he puts his big rough hands around the nape of your neck pulling you down. your eyes shift quickly, though you’ve been together for over 5 years you still get so nervous.

“because.. I’m toji.” he winks and pulls you in for a kiss his other hand on your waist squeezing. you breathe heavier as he doesn’t let you pull back for air.

your lips sliding off of each other he tilts his head giving him more room to play with you. this kiss feels more like a punishment then just passion, even though his kisses are always so damn passionate.

you whimper and he slows down letting you adjust, making you think that you have control, your nails find his shoulders to dig your nails as you push yourself up further on his lap. he slips his tongue through your already swollen lips, sucking harder he wraps his tongue around yours perfectly not rushed, pulling but definitely not to hard.

your hands wrap his neck feeling his veiny muscular neck, that alone makes you moan. finally he pulls back with a loud pop! and a string of saliva following right after. you gasp for air and breathe heavily “f..fuck” your at a lost of words

“still wanna go to that party?”

you look down and shake your head, he smirks and you nuzzle your face in his neck while he’s rubbing your back. “text her and tell her that then.”

just how you like your men, dominant and submissive.

editors note: we like? 😓 draft has been rotting

my masterlist

the textbook was a weapon, and it was currently winning.

you stared blankly at a diagram of a human torso, the labels blurring into a dizzying soup of latin words. your upper body anatomy quiz was tomorrow morning, and true to form, you were cramming the night before. you hadn't even been at it for an hour, but your brain was already completely fried.

"okay, wait," you muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. "does the bicep sit higher than the tricep? or is the tricep on top? no that's… wait, where is the brachialis again?"

it was hopeless. you'd look at a muscle, repeat its name five times, look away, and immediately erase it from your memory. with a dramatic groan, you collapsed backward onto your bed, letting the heavy textbook rest precariously on your stomach. you were officially doomed.

the mattress dipped.

a flash of white hair entered your peripheral vision as satoru crawled onto the bed, shifting smoothly until he was hovering over you like a giant, ridiculously attractive cat.

"look at you, absolutely suffering," satoru teased, a sharp, playful grin tugging at his lips. "i can practically hear your brain short-circuiting from over here, babe."

you opened your eyes to glare at him, but the retort died in your throat. because, of course, satoru had decided to wear that shirt tonight. it was a long-sleeved, black compression top that clung to every single line of his frame, highlighting a ridiculously broad chest and sculpted shoulders.

he was just a criminally handsome guy who clearly spent way too much time at the gym. it was completely unfair how he could look that good just from lifting weights while you were drowning in textbooks.

"go away," you wheezed, weakly lifting a hand to push at his face. "you’re a distraction. a highly illegal distraction."

it’s your routine that you’ve been doing far before you and sukuna got together, you stretch. it’s the late afternoon, an hour before sukuna gets home from work, the sunset spilles through the ajar window, painting your stretching form and highlighting your natural beauty.

Your favourite song echoes throughout yours and sukunas welcoming home, as you ease your self into a lunge. A groan escapes your mouth, while the built up tension in your muscles leave your body, from the hectic day you had at work .

You value this hour you have alone since your able to connect with your self and let your mind have a rest. Although, you do adore sukuna and he’s the love of your life he has no idea what you get up to in this hour .

You know theirs no need to lie, but you feel like a child again, being able to keep secrets just between you and your self.

He has asked before, what you have been doing, but a white lie never hurt anybody. You would just say simply watching a movie.

While you’re in your head performing the splits, you don’t manage to hear the front door open and sukuna come home.

as soon as sukuna enters, he finds it ominous that your favourite song is playing, curiosity instantly hits him.

He always wandered what you did in your free time without his claustrophobic presence.

sukunas makes sure to not make a racket while making it to the living room.

When he sees you doing the splits, looking calm as ever, he’s amazed all the years you’ve been together sukuna has never seen you do this.

A smirk grows on his face, he watches you for a few moments until you notice him.

when you do notice his daunting figure behind you, watching your every movement, you jump out your skin.

you look at the clock that sits perfectly centred on the wall "you are home early kuna"

he chuckles at you, resulting in you to pout as you slowly get out of the splits.

although you're shocked your body feels much better.

'' no wander I can bend you in any direction in bed " you choke on your own spit at sukuna.

''well now you know what I do in this hour'' you don't get any comment back

after that afternoon, you haven't had that hour alone again all because of sukuna

just as you're about to stretch he marches through the door early. miraculously his job lets him go early now.

due to sukuna you have been introduced into a new stretching technique and sukuna is the main object.

you stretch your leg onto his shoulder and he thoroughly enjoys it.

you're doing the stretch currently, and sukuna can't help but admire your body's flexibility, he's obsessed with It.

I really like this one. I have so many fics that I want to write it’s just laziness as the moment

pairings — heian era!sukuna x fem concubine!reader

➤ drabbles where sukuna lets you, his most loyal and trusted concubine, get away with anything. (also spoiling you in the process) his attraction for you compared to other concubines has the estate questioning your status. mentions of sex!!

Sukuna would grumble when anyone got too close to him or touched something that was his. Yet, there you sat, plucking grapes off a fruit tray that was brought to him. You both rested on the layered mats behind the curtained platform adorned with traditional designs.

"You do know that the fruit on this tray is not yours, yes?" He glared at you from the corner of his eye. You looked up at him, and simply continued to chew the grape.

You swallowed. "My apologies. It is impolite to speak with your mouth full. Unfortunately for you, I will not be speaking much. These grapes are delectable." You hummed, popping another grape into your mouth.

"You are insufferable." Sukuna huffed. "I did not summon you to my chambers for you to eat." You looked back up at him again, and your defiant yet satisfied face made his cross his arms with faux annoyance.

Sukuna would always make sure you were dressed in the finest silks there were to offer. Not only for your daily visits, but for every endeavor. in his estate. It became hard for you to keep up with your clothing, especially the ones that weren't damaged. With your nightly visits, he would become eager. The layered silks did not help his impatience, and you would find an occasional tear in difference places.

synopsis: streamer!choso has a pervy crush on his dorm neighbor: the schools sweetheart!reader

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summer felt wrong without you.

he tried to ignore the silence of being in his room instead of the dormitories--really, he did. he did so much as to fill his schedule with games, streams, scrolling through reels, anything to keep his mind from wandering where he know it shouldn't but damnit, he missed his next-door neighbor dearly 

it wasn’t like the two of you were friends—no he didn’t miss you like that, he missed seeing you in that skimpy little school uniform just a few rows ahead of him, flashing that beautiful smile of yours as you laughed with shoko when you got confused, your skirt riding up those pretty soft thighs when you shifted in your seat, the shimmery pink of your lips and god how pretty you looked when you applied your gloss.  

and he knew you were out of his league by miles and miles so he shouldn't bother noticing things like that

but what he missed most wasn't even class

it was living next to you in the dorms

seeing you rush into the hallway to grab some water in nothing but your short little sleep shorts and a white tank top that showed your pretty perked nipples through it—god he hated himself for it, he really did! he didn’t ever want to make you uncomfortable because he really did care for you! 

and he hated this part of himself

you trusted the space you were in, comfortable and safe

and here he was, memorizing, watching, listening to things he had no right to.

he'd run his hand down his face trying to force his mind to anywhere but you but--it never really stuck

he doesn’t know when it started, whether it was when you first talked to him in class with the same warm smile you wore for everyone else—or if it was that night

the one he should've forgotten about but god it was all he could think about

he had been up late cramming for a physics project, papers scattered everywhere the only sounds that late usually were his notebook pages flipping and the occasional frustrated groan until he heard it--

soft broken breaths muffled through the wall

he told himself he was hearing things until it got louder, needier

"...shit," he breathed out staring at the wall--your shared wall

he should've put headphones on, went to bed, anything! but instead he crawled into his bed with his ear against the wall you two shared--his heart pounding with every small sound that so barely slipped through

god, he imagined what you looked like trying to chase that high all by yourself when he knows he could make you feel so good 

how pretty you probably looked with your desperate fingers fucking in and out of you, your other hand probably squeezing your tits, pinching at your sensitive peaks desperately, chasing a wave of pleasure he knows he could so easily give you 

he pictured you with your lacy bra just barely pulled to the side with pathetic tears streaming down your face, riding into your own hand with your thong just pushed to the side 

fuck. 

he shouldn't be thinking about you like this

you--who smiled at him in class, treated him like everyone else, who made him feel seen, who had no idea what was running through his head right now

a desperate whine came from your side and his room suddenly felt too small, too hot

"m'sorry" he said breathlessly into the air as he tugged his boxers down, almost tripping over himself as he eagerly ran to his bed, laying with his ear practically glued to the wall to hear as much of you as he could, wrapping around himself slowly 

another muffled whine came from your room and he couldn’t hold back anymore 

his head tipped back against his pillow while his hand fisted around his straining cock, pumping himself teasingly, rubbing his puffed tip smearing pre all over his pretty pink tip, already dripping all over his abdomen 

“ahh-ahh fuck—m'sorry y/n--m'sorry!”  

tears streaming down his face as he pushed himself through it, listening to your voice through the walls--he looked a pathetic beautiful mess

“f-fuck pl-pleasee—” he whined into his quiet room, a choked cry following. his brain felt like it was short-circuiting and the only image it could think of is the one he was hoping to one day be on top of one day 

and that was the night it started

the night he stopped trying to pretend he didn't need you

--

now he may have felt like a pervert, but you weren’t much better over the summer

the day you found his livestream you clicked on it immediately without thinking, sure you'd seen him in class with those sexy nerdy fucking glasses, and the way his plaid pants hung a little too low when he lounged around the common room

you wanted to get to know him, he was your neighbor after all, so you figured maybe this way you could get to know some of his interests, or more of who he really was, not that quiet boy in the back of class who had a clear strain in his pants every time you even looked his way, not that you minded, you found it adorable

so you spent the summer watching his streams and everyday you watched you felt yourself wanting to know him more, to talk to him, to have him. so when school rolled back around you wasted no time, he would be yours in at least some way this year, because god knows you were tired of watching girls thirst over him in his comments, and of trying to reach your peak with your pathetic toy: he'd do much better

you hadn't meant for it to get this bad--but you weren't really complaining

what started as pure curiosity at the beginning of summer turned into something you couldn't stop--an addiction

because choso was nothing like what you expected

sure you knew he was quieter, yeah and a little awkward at times, but there was something else too. the way he focused and furrowed his brows with that stupid eyebrow piercing he gave himself, how he mumbled to himself as he played talking the viewers through his gameplay--and god was it attractive

you told yourself it was harmless at first--background noise while you kept yourself busy to get to make a new friend! but instead it felt like you were watching him.

you started paying attention to the little things

the way his glasses slipped down his nose when he leaned in to focus, the way his voice dipped slightly when he got tired, and how his shirt rode up just enough when he stretched to cover what you wanted to see most

and you realized it had become a problem when you noticed the comments

something you didn't expect to bother you

it wasn't like you knew him or had any right to be jealous, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the comments pointing out things you had already noticed

"he's so cute"

"is he single???"

"say my name on streammm"

all of them fucking annoying--they didn't know him like you did

even if your definition of knowing him wass just watching him on stream night after night, or talking to him briefly in class, or seeing him walk into his dorm late at night

it still felt like something to you

so by the time summer ended you weren't just curious anymore

you were set on it.

on him.

--

"hey!!" shoko chased after you in the dorms "you ready for tonight? welcome back party at toru's place!" she wrapped her arms around you excitedly, but your arms were wandering, hoping the room arrangements would be the same as last year

"helllooo y/n c'mon what's up" she snapped in your face playfully with a laugh "seriously, you good? you seem like, dazed--are you high?" she whispered

"no-no no no sho! sorry i'm just trying to see the room arrangements but yes, party tonight got it!"

suguru was waiting across the hall with a cigarette resting between his lips glancing at shoko

"now i thinkkk you have someone waiting for you, maybe those frat hookups weren't nothing" you teased shoko and nudged her lightly with a laugh as she rolled her eyes and left you for suguru, which was perfectly fine with you because you had a gameplan for your first week: get to know choso!

now his gameplan was a littlee different, he had spent the last week of summer researching the best ways to please you, emotionally and physically, so he didn't disappoint you when he finally had the chance.

he paced around the dorms hoping they'd still be the same just to see you lounging around in the common room, in those baggy jeans that hugged your hips just right and that tight tank top that showed you off, fuck you were beautiful--and he couldn't take it! he rushed into his dorm room and slammed his door before you could've noticed the pink of his cheeks or the bulge in his pants, and that's when he heard a faint knock

"choso?" you called out softly from the other side of the door

fuck.

Fratjo! and his cute nerdy girlfriend hcs !

an - tmi! I wrote this while in the tub before the idea could go away 𓁹‿𓁹

❤︎ Fratjo! who constantly skips his classes and goes to party’s, and after stops by your room to find you studying for a test he assumed you’d definitely help him on ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! who can’t help but plaster a stupid smile on his face whenever you tell him off for smelling like alcohol and punch while lounging all over your freshly washed bedsheets ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! who likes to tease you and take off your glasses just to put them on himself, so he could see you stretch and reach over him while he catches you in hold you cant possibly break out of . . . ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who acts dumb and asks you to explain certain math questions just so he can hear you nerd out with the slight excitement edged in your voice while solving them. ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who has a keen eye for spotting when you’re getting burnt out, always so persistent on dragging you out of your dorm and into the nearest party—just to end up on a random couch stroking your hair and listening to you talk about a new hyperfixation ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who likes to wait for you outside of your classes to publicly and embarrassingly show you affection, no matter how many times you claim to hate it, he just can’t keep his hands off you ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who doesn’t care what his friends say about you or your study habits or why he’s exactly into you in the first place, always ready with a firm, “Are you the one dating her? Didn’t think so.” ⊹˚.

❤︎ Fratjo! Who unconditionally loved his nerdy girlfriend and her nerdy perks since the very beginning! ⊹˚. ♡

contains: sukuna x fem! reader. modern au/college setting. pregnancy cravings at three am. super unserious content. hints of chef kuna included.

note: got the idea from watching this video come up (and just had to do it as a tiramisu enthusiast) <3 can be read as a part of fbtdoty or as a stand alone.

you can’t sleep.

you have a midterm for organic chemistry at 10 in the morning, one you’ve spent making countless flashcards and memorizing for the past two weeks and you can’t sleep. all while your baby’s father snores like a damn tractor right next to your ear, blissfully unaware of your dilemma.

the past two hours have been a fruitless struggle of flopping around in bed like a fish, of pulling your blanket up only to end up yanking it off once you start to feel as if you’ve stepped foot into a scorching furnace, and of getting up to five hundred counting sheep before giving up completely. you flip onto your back, letting out a ragged sigh.

sukuna’s groggy voice cuts through the silence, “speak, woman. something wrong with you or the baby?”

“no, she’s just having cravings again,” you speak up, your stomach grumbling at the mere mention of something food related.