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modern au âď¸ grumpy bf!sukuna đ sunshine gf!reader âď¸ sfw drabble!
warnings. suggestive fluff, mdni. crude language, uncomfortable situations. mentions of blood. beach day filler episode with friends satosugushoko! but your bf is grumpy mcgrumps. and possessive...
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"seriously, sometimes i wonder how she puts up with you."
an uninterested sigh leaves shoko's lips as she applies a generous layer of sunscreen on her pale arms.
sukuna simply grunts, sat on the beach chair under a large umbrella shading his deeply tanned skin.
he hated the beach. he would've rather ate a dirty sock than be on this trip, but you gave him an angry ultimatum that either he came willingly or you would spend the entire week pretending you were single, which was high enough of a threat to have him throwing clothes into a duffel bag two minutes later.
so here he was, grumpily parked where he could watch you through his shades. you giggle and scream as you ran into the crashing waves with his idiot friend (if you could call him that), satoru. suguru is a couple steps behind, already shaking his head when the white-haired man nearly trips over his own feet in the wet sand. tch, the entire bunch of them were so easily entertained. still, his lips momentarily upturn at the sight of you having fun.
"gross." shoko stands up, brushing the sand off her butt.
his head raises up to look at her. "what?"
"you tried to smile, it was terrifying."
"i wasn't smiling."
"quit lying, loser."
"i'll throw apples at you. don't those keep you away?"
"that's probably why she makes you come on trips, actually. you have such a pleasant and welcoming disposition."
his attention snaps back toward you as another burst of laughter echoes over the beach, and sukuna watches you turn around to wave at him with both arms thrown dramatically above your head.
"ryo!" you yell, although the wind muffles your voice. "come hereeee!" sukuna hesitates, but begins to sit up himself. if he didn't listen now, he was going to get it later.
shoko lets out a cackle. "y'know, it's a miracle that you found the exact combination of pretty and insane required to domesticate you."
before he could find a meaningful insult to throw back, footsteps pound across the sand toward them and you appear in front of him dripping seawater from your two braids, wearing the brightest expression he has seen on you all day. goodness, even on sand you move fast.
"come in the water with us, pleaseeee!"
sukuna looks from you, to the ocean, then back to you again, contemplating just how much misery he is willing to endure for your sake.
"five minutes."
your face lights up, squealing. "ten!"
"five."
"okay, seven."
"keep it up and you're about to get zero."
"fine, fine! five," you concede immediately, already dragging him away before he can change his mind. "but you're actually getting in, not in ankle-deep water like a wussy."
sukuna follows you with a huffy grunt, stepping onto the wet sand with the resignation of a man being marched towards his execution. the second the water washes over his feet, his entire face twists. it was disgustingly cold, even for such a hot day. the feeling of little oceanic debris brushing past his skin makes him gag. he mutters curses beneath his breath that you pretend not to hear, but he continues after you until the water reaches his thighs. he plants his feet firmly against the shifting sand beneath him and refuses to move another inch, crossing his arms over his chest while you splash farther ahead toward the others. satoru notices him immediately.
"awww, look at him!" he calls, squishing his hands on his cheeks in a mocking pout. "our little beach boy finally joined us!" sukuna's stare could have curdled milk.
you laugh, stepping backward through the waves until your back bumps lightly against sukuna's chest. automatically he brings his hands on your waist to steady you, feeling slightly less miserable with you by him. you were wearing the cutest two-piece in his favorite color. he made sure to let you know just how much he liked it in the changing room when you bought it.
suddenly, satoru splashes up water that hits you both directly in the face. you gasp in mock horror, but take it in stride with another fit of giggles. sukuna, however, is nothing short of an oversized toddler.
"i'm going to kill you, four eyes."
"see, that! is exactly the attitude we're trying to fix on this vacation. you're supposed to be reconnecting with the natural world!"
"i'll help you reconnect your face with the ocean floor."
suguru groans, dragging one wet hand down his face. "satoru, why do you deliberately create problems that eventually become everyone else's problem?"
"ohh, c'mon! he's a total wet blanket, i'm loosening him up!"
"nono he was having fun," you insist, turning around in sukuna's hold with an incredulous expression. "weren't you?"
sukuna stares at you, and you stare back expectantly.
"no."
your mouth drops open, sulky. "you couldn't even lie for me?"
"you asked and i answered."
"you have absolutely no sense of romance, ryo."
"i'm standing in the fucking ocean for you."
you knew he was quite averse to foreign objects touching him, so this was definitely a leap in effort. sukuna raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue further. your expression softens for all of one millisecond before satoru ruins it.
"that's actually the sweetest thing i've ever heard him say!"
"nobody was talking to you," sukuna barks.
"d'awww, don't be shy! tell her how much you love her again,"
another spray of water catches the side of your body when suguru retaliates against satoru on sukuna's behalf, starting an entirely new argument between the two of them. shoko was busy taking pictures of starfish underwater with her waterproof phone pouch and snorkel. you lean against your boyfriend with your shoulders shaking from laughter. sukuna glances down at you. little droplets of water cling to your cheeks while the sun glitters over your skin. okay, maybe this wasn't completely unbearable.
then something long and slimy brushes by his ankle. his entire body jerks, eliciting a high pitched squawk you've never heard come from your boyfriend before.
"gâmotherfucker! what the fuck was that?!"
your head whips downward, frantically searching through the murky water around his legs for whatever horrifying aquatic creature had assaulted him. the second you realize there is absolutely nothing there besides a long strand of seaweed drifting innocently with the current, your concern dissipates.
"babe oh my god, no way!"
sukuna is already backing up. "what, what?! i swear, better not a fucking eelâ"
your shock drains into a sly smile. "it was seaweed."
your smile begins to tremble as you fight to hold back the laugh threatening to escape. he points at you, stern. "don't."
"did that squeak come from you?"
"i didn't fucking squeak!"
you burst out in cackles, doubling forward. satoru is beside himself the moment he understands what happened. both his hands were braced against suguru's shoulders to keep himself standing while laughter renders his speech.
"no, noâHAHAHA! 'cus i heard something, but i thought there was a little girl behind me!"
suguru tries valiantly to suppress his own amusement, though the corners of his mouth are already pulling upward. "in his defense, you don't really know what's swimming with you in the ocean."
even shoko looks up from where she had been crouched farther down the shoreline, pushing her snorkel onto the top of her head with a confused expression. "what happened?"
"seaweed got ryo!" you call.
"he wentâ" satoru attempts an exaggerated imitation of the sound.
sukuna lunges at him and satoru bolts through the water before he can get anywhere near him, nearly crashing straight into suguru during his escape, and whatever small amount of patience sukuna had been preserving for your sake officially evaporates.
"fuck this."
your laughter fades when he begins walking toward shore. "wait baby, where are you going?"
"back to my shade and my book."
"ryo!" he doesn't stop. you hurry after him until you catch his arm. "you're seriously leaving because some seaweed touched you?"
"five minutes are over."
you blink. "there's no way."
sukuna lifts his wrist and glances at the apple watch he had stubbornly refused to take off despite your warnings about getting ruined. "five minutes and forty-one seconds."
your jaw falls open. "you timed it?!"
"i wear my watch for a reason."
"that's not the point!"
sukuna finally stops trudging toward shore long enough to turn around, brows already drawn together from a combination of irritation, humiliation, and the lingering phantom sensation of something slimy wrapping itself around his ankle. "what? you asked for five minutes, i gave you five minutes, and now i'm going back."
"you are six feet of pure drama."
sukuna gives you a flat look before glancing pointedly toward your hand wrapped around his wrist. "are you letting me go willingly, or am i dragging you back with me?"
your eyes narrow, and he matches you with equal fervor. eventually, you release him with a new foul attitude.
"fine."
he knows your different versions of fine by now, mostly because dating you has required learning an entire language composed of facial expressions and tone changes. there's the honest fine, distracted fine, even playful fine, and then there is this one. this fine means he will be hearing about it later.
"babe, don't do that."
you roll your eyes dramatically and satoru starts snickering nearby. "i'm not doing anything. go read your stupid book."
sukuna becomes equally stubborn as you. "i was planning on it."
"good."
"good."
"great!"
suguru looks slowly between the two of you before glancing toward satoru with a whisper. "they're going to argue about this again tonight.." a low whistle. "oneeeee hundo."
"both of you need to shut up," you snap.
sukuna scoffs before finally turning toward shore and leaving.
he hates sand. he cannot understand why anyone could like sand. a small child darts across his path carrying a plastic bucket overflowing with the stuff. god, they're brainwashed from youth. the dry bits with his wet feet had him gathering clumps of sand as he moved, little bits of shell crunch beneath his weight. something stringy catches around his ankle, and he kicks it away with an expression of disgust that makes a woman passing him in the opposite direction give him a confused look. by the time sukuna reaches their covered spot, his feet look like breaded chicken. this couldn't be more fucking miserable.
he glances over his shoulder once, and there you were; already playing with the others again. althoughâhe can tell from the exaggerated way you refuse to look in his direction that you're still mad at him.
the towel waiting across the back of his chair is immediately put to work, sukuna rubbing every trace of moisture from his legs before brushing the sand from his feet with increasingly violent movements. by a strike of bad luck more replaces whatever he removes, and after the fourth attempt, he simply stares down at the ground in disdain.
"stupid fucking beach."
nearby, a seagull squawks, looking at the man.
"you too."
the bird continues staring at him.
sukuna narrows his eyes.
"don't test me."
perhaps sensing that the human before it is considerably more unstable than the average tourist, the seagull eventually waddles away.
finally, sukuna collapses back into his chair beneath the umbrella and reaches for the paperback he had left resting beside his bag. at peace once more! shade above him, a cold drink beside him, a good book in his hands and enough distance between himself and satoru that the man's voice is unheard over the crashing waves. this was how the beach should be experienced. even though he would've been happier inside the hotel.
he flips open to the dog-eared page he abandoned earlier and settles deeper into the chair. every so often his attention drifts away from the words on the page to briefly look up at you, before catching himself and returning immediately to the paragraph in front of him.
another few pages.
you're sitting in the shallower water now while shoko stands nearby talking to suguru. satoru is attempting some idiotic handstand that ends with him collapsing sideways into an incoming wave. sukuna sighs and looks back down.
eventually, the noise of the outside world fades enough that he becomes properly absorbed. the sun has moved farther west but his large umbrella continued to offer enough shade that he hardly noticed and the passing breeze finally makes the temperature remotely tolerable.
sukuna first realizes something has changed because satoru has stopped screaming. he finishes the paragraph in front of him before looking toward the ocean to see satoru and suguru are nowhere to be found. shoko is still there at least, and so are you. okay, whatever.
that would have been perfectly fine if two unfamiliar men weren't currently walking straight toward you. they looked to be around your age, maybe slightly older or younger. one has positioned himself beside shoko while the other is facing you, smiling as he says something sukuna couldn't hear from this distance. you were shaking your head before briefly pointing toward the umbrellas. sukuna could infer that you mentioned him.
he watches your mouth flatten when the man glances down your body before saying something else. whatever it is makes you visibly recoil, your eyebrows pinching as you answer him with less politeness than before. the friend says something to shoko as well, and her expression turns positively frigid. it's clear you were done with the conversation, so you step away. shoko moves in tandem, her attention shifting toward you as you turn to leave. the stranger doesn't seem to catch a hint and grabs you by the waist, his hand landing directly above the edge of your bikini bottom.
alright, party's over. sukuna's already there to hear you by the time you've shoved the guy's hand away. "what the fuck is wrong with you? i told you i have a boyfriend."
"well i don't see him anywhere," the man scoffs. "walking around dressed like a slut then suddenly 'oooh, i have a boyfriend!' when somebody makes a move."
"oh, fuck you!" you snap, but another voice reaches him first.
"see him now?"
the stranger barely finishes turning before sukuna shoves him hard enough to send him stumbling backward. "what the fuck?" the guy exclaims in confusion, recovering his balance with his friend quickly moving beside him.
sukuna looks at him like the answer should be painfully obvious. "her fucking boyfriend, cumwipe."
the second man pipes up, albeit a little scared. "they were flirting with us five seconds ago, man! maybe keep your bitch on a tighter leash if you're jealous easy."
sukuna swings before you can blink, the first punch catching the friend by surprise and knocks him backward. the man who touched you immediately rushes sukuna in response. sukuna meets him without hesitation, getting another swing in, and so a messy fight starts between all three of them. it was more of your boyfriend beating them up, though.
"ryomen!" you shout, but shoko grabs your arm before you stepped too close.
"call her a bitch again," sukuna snaps, anger streaked across his face. "i dare you! one of you say another fucking thing about either of them."
neither man seems eager to accept the invitation anymore, but sukuna didn't seem to be satisfied until both were pooling blood and unconscious.
"ryomen, that's enough!" you rush forward once there is finally enough space between them, grabbing his arm with both hands before he can close the distance again. sukuna jerks his gaze toward you, chest rising heavily, but the anger in his face barely softens. "they're done, okay? look at them! they got the message." the both were already sporting purpling bruises and bloodied faces, the creep who touched you looked like he had a broken nose at minimum.
"should've thought about that before putting his fucking hands on you," he spits, looking straight past your shoulder. one of the men mutters something under his breath while helping his friend upright, and sukuna immediately tries stepping around you. "what'd you say, player?" you shove both palms against his chest. "no, you psycho, stop looking for another reason!"
shoko walks up, seemingly very annoyed. "for what it's worth, i wouldn't mind if you got some more licks in."
"never thought i'd say this, but we should listen to shoko." sukuna mutters, attempting to lean around you until your palms press harder into his chest.
"absolutely not! you've made your point and i'm not spending the rest of our vacation trying to figure out bail in a different country." you can barely keep the sternness in your voice when he looks down at you, still breathing hard and visibly irritated, because there is something insanely sexy about just how rabid he gets over you. objectively, punching two strangers was a terrible solution. unfortunately, watching your boyfriend immediately lose his mind because somebody disrespected you was also doing something deeply unhelpful to your ability to scold him.
sukuna scoffs, one arm curling around your waist as soon as you stop pushing him. "worth it."
"easy for you to say! what if those two go to a cop and file a report? god, i can't take you anywhere," despite your words, your hands slide up around his shoulders, checking him over before you can help yourself. "are you okay, at least?"
his brows pinch like the question was offensive. "they barely touched me."
"mhm, big scary man." your mouth betrays you with the beginning of a smile, and sukuna catches it immediately. the annoyance in his face shifts to smug suspicion as you try looking anywhere except directly at him.
"did you like me beating them up for you?"
"no, that's sadistic!"
"bullshit."
shoko folds her arms beside you, entirely too entertained. "she so liked it."
your head snaps toward her. "shoko!"
sukuna's expression changes into a full smirk. "oh?"
"don't start, i'm still mad at you." warmth crawls up your face as you turn back toward him, ruining your lousy attempt at authority. "i said you need to stop before you get arrested. i didn't say i was specifically upset about doing it."
shoko snorts. "she's right. poor judgment, but excellent boyfriend performance."
"thank you," sukuna says with a little surprise, as if she has just given him an award. high praise from the woman who usually couldn't care whether he lived or died.
"i cannot believe both of you." you shake your head, but your arm slips back around sukuna's exposed waist, keeping him close. you stand on your tiptoes and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "you're lucky i think your whole jealousy schtick is cute."
"cute?"
"fine. hot. happy?"
his smug grin returns so quickly you regret speaking. "very."
"don't let it get to your head."
"too late."
shoko makes a disgusted sound beside you. "you two are nauseating. also, for the record, i would've paid money to see him hit the blond one again. he told me he knew how to turn lesbians straight, eughhh." sukuna looks disgusted. "what a loser."
"why is there blood on the sand?"
you turn to find satoru and suguru walking back toward the group with a handful of colorful ice pops between them. suguru's eyes move from you, to sukuna, then toward the two battered strangers disappearing farther down the shoreline, and his expression immediately becomes one of exhausted understanding.
satoru, however, looks devastated. "no fucking way. did you guys get into a fight while we were gone?"
"not we," shoko corrects, reaching over to steal one a blue raspberry ice pop from suguru's arms. "sukuna beat up two creeps who wouldn't leave us alone."
satoru's jaw drops. "and nobody called me?!"
you stare at him incredulously. "why would we call you to come to a fight?"
"because we're friends! ride or die, haven't you heard?!" he answers like this is somehow obvious, immediately looking toward sukuna with genuine betrayal. "you couldn't stall for like, five more minutes?!"
sukuna scoffs. "i didn't need any help."
"that's not my point!" he's now fully pouting. "i wanted to hit them tooâŚ"
sukuna reaches over and steals an ice pop directly from satoru's hand. "should've walked faster."
"oh, fuck you! next creep is mine, okay?! i call dibs!"
"there will not be a next creep," you insist, pointing firmly between both of them. "actually, i am done with all of you for today. i want something relaxing tomorrow. no ocean, no random men, no fights, and preferably somewhere nobody can get arrested."
shoko perks up immediately. "we should have a spa day. the hotel has a really nice one i read about,"
satoru gasps. "oh my god, yes girls. massages, mud baths, those little cucumber water things!"
"you're not coming with us, toru. you can go to the men's sauna."
"wait, nooo! i wanted a facialâŚ"
suguru sighs. "of course you do."
you shake your head before leaning back against sukuna, finally feeling some of the tension leave your neck. you feel his rough hands come up around your midriff, fingers splayed across your stomach. "i'm serious, though. tomorrow is a nice, peaceful spa day."
sukuna bends slightly toward your ear, lowering his voice enough that only you hear him. "you better not enjoy that massage too much⌠the real relaxation starts when iâm buried between your legs later.â
his palm slides down to openly cup your ass under the cover of his body and giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. the heat that shoots straight between your legs makes it very hard to keep pretending youâre still mad at him.
inspired by my beach vacation a couple weeks ago :3
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you and your husband were sitting outside the estate, overlooking the beautiful gardens that you always tended to so meticulously.
sure, there were gardeners, but you always insisted on having the garden to yourself (much to sukunaâs dismay, he would prefer it if you never left your bed chambers).
you were only a few weeks from giving birth, and with the date approaching quickly, preparations were being steadily made.
all of your needs and wants were met by your servants, and sukuna was more attentive than ever. you were carrying his heir, after all.
the sun was setting over the lush grounds. your husbands four arms were wrapped around you, keeping you trapped on his lap.
one of his massive hands splayed across your swollen belly, rubbing it gently through the fabric of your robes.
âthe summer approaches.â he comments flatly, his voice a low rumble in his chest, vibrating against your back.
âmm.â you hum, nodding. what a lovely evening with your husband, wasnât it?
however, pregnancy had taken a toll on many different parts of you, including your hunger. and you were now craving a snack.
âmy lord?â you ask.
he doesnât say anything, but his hand stills on your stomach, and you know heâs listening.
âthe baby is hungry.â you mutter.
you had been doing this for weeks.
âthe baby wantsâŚâ
âryomen, can you please fetch ____? itâs for the baby.â
âthe baby needsâŚâ
sukuna knew, of course, that you were using his child as no more than a pawn in your requests. it shouldâve made him furious, but instead, it just filled him with a primal need to take care of you.
he would do anything for you, you just had to name it.
âand what would the baby like?â he asks, already carefully lifting you off of his lap.
âdiced dragonfruit⌠and rice⌠and plantains.â
he paused as he was walking through the doorway into the estate, his broad back facing you.
â⌠anything else?â he asks, voice measured. you were lucky he loved you so much, the king of curses would never be ordered around like this otherwise.
â⌠and maybe a soft boiled egg.â you add sheepishly. heâs not facing you, but you can picture his reaction.
âquite an interesting craving the baby has tonight, hm?â
but heâs already heading inside to prepare your snack, of course.
babysitter!reader who wakes up freshly cleaned up, in one of tojiâs oversizedâwell oversized to youâgraphic t-shirts and a pair of boxers that practically fall off of your ass. toji has you wrapped up in his arms, almost as if heâs scared you might run away!
babysitter!reader who tries to escape from tojiâs grasp only to be met with a, âno, noâŚstay âereâŚâ mumbled from his slightly open lips. his voice raspier than what youâre used to from him. (and maybe sexier..)
babysitter!reader who gives up, and just stays underneath tojiâs arm, snuggled in his armpit, well untilâŚ
toddler!megumi starts banging on the door so hard, you wouldâve thought it was a grown man instead of a very determined 4 year old!
broke!toji is the one to actually fully awaken from his slumber, stretching like a cat. when hearing megumiâs whimpers at the closed door, he stands and walks slowly to the door, as if egg shells are cracking around him.
broke!toji who opens the door to a crying megumi, âda-daddyâhic!âi-i donât know where [â¤ď¸] is!â megumi has tears dripping down his little chubby face.
broke!toji who is confused because heâs never seen megumi like this, he freezes for a second before turning around to look at you, âmegs, [â¤ď¸] âs right there!â toji smiles and points at you.
toddler!megumi who pokes his face around the door frame and his face instantly brightens when he sees you smiling and waving at him.
toddler!megumi who doesnât smile back at you, but instead runs and jumps up onto the bed to scooch in right next to youâtoji curses under his breath because that was his spot, but heâll allow it for the kid.
broke!toji who lays back down, with megumi in between the two of you, with megumi whos already sleeping like a sloth, with his arms and legs on you, lightly snoring, sooner or later, he hears snores coming from you aswell.
broke!toji who realizes how much he enjoys having you here, helping with megumi, sleeping in his bed. and he realizes he wants to keep you here, no matter what.
no foreplay or smut im sorryyyyy đ too scared to try it đ but! i hope everyone enjoys this one (maybe ill make it a series đ) and tysm for 150 followers oh my goshhh !!! its well appreciated :))
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you and your husband were sitting outside the estate, overlooking the beautiful gardens that you always tended to so meticulously.
sure, there were gardeners, but you always insisted on having the garden to yourself (much to sukunaâs dismay, he would prefer it if you never left your bed chambers).
you were only a few weeks from giving birth, and with the date approaching quickly, preparations were being steadily made.
all of your needs and wants were met by your servants, and sukuna was more attentive than ever. you were carrying his heir, after all.
the sun was setting over the lush grounds. your husbands four arms were wrapped around you, keeping you trapped on his lap.
one of his massive hands splayed across your swollen belly, rubbing it gently through the fabric of your robes.
âthe summer approaches.â he comments flatly, his voice a low rumble in his chest, vibrating against your back.
âmm.â you hum, nodding. what a lovely evening with your husband, wasnât it?
however, pregnancy had taken a toll on many different parts of you, including your hunger. and you were now craving a snack.
âmy lord?â you ask.
he doesnât say anything, but his hand stills on your stomach, and you know heâs listening.
âthe baby is hungry.â you mutter.
you had been doing this for weeks.
âthe baby wantsâŚâ
âryomen, can you please fetch ____? itâs for the baby.â
âthe baby needsâŚâ
sukuna knew, of course, that you were using his child as no more than a pawn in your requests. it shouldâve made him furious, but instead, it just filled him with a primal need to take care of you.
he would do anything for you, you just had to name it.
âand what would the baby like?â he asks, already carefully lifting you off of his lap.
âdiced dragonfruit⌠and rice⌠and plantains.â
he paused as he was walking through the doorway into the estate, his broad back facing you.
â⌠anything else?â he asks, voice measured. you were lucky he loved you so much, the king of curses would never be ordered around like this otherwise.
â⌠and maybe a soft boiled egg.â you add sheepishly. heâs not facing you, but you can picture his reaction.
âquite an interesting craving the baby has tonight, hm?â
but heâs already heading inside to prepare your snack, of course.
you and your husband were sitting outside the estate, overlooking the beautiful gardens that you always tended to so meticulously.
sure, there were gardeners, but you always insisted on having the garden to yourself (much to sukunaâs dismay, he would prefer it if you never left your bed chambers).
you were only a few weeks from giving birth, and with the date approaching quickly, preparations were being steadily made.
all of your needs and wants were met by your servants, and sukuna was more attentive than ever. you were carrying his heir, after all.
the sun was setting over the lush grounds. your husbands four arms were wrapped around you, keeping you trapped on his lap.
one of his massive hands splayed across your swollen belly, rubbing it gently through the fabric of your robes.
âthe summer approaches.â he comments flatly, his voice a low rumble in his chest, vibrating against your back.
âmm.â you hum, nodding. what a lovely evening with your husband, wasnât it?
however, pregnancy had taken a toll on many different parts of you, including your hunger. and you were now craving a snack.
âmy lord?â you ask.
he doesnât say anything, but his hand stills on your stomach, and you know heâs listening.
âthe baby is hungry.â you mutter.
you had been doing this for weeks.
âthe baby wantsâŚâ
âryomen, can you please fetch ____? itâs for the baby.â
âthe baby needsâŚâ
sukuna knew, of course, that you were using his child as no more than a pawn in your requests. it shouldâve made him furious, but instead, it just filled him with a primal need to take care of you.
he would do anything for you, you just had to name it.
âand what would the baby like?â he asks, already carefully lifting you off of his lap.
âdiced dragonfruit⌠and rice⌠and plantains.â
he paused as he was walking through the doorway into the estate, his broad back facing you.
â⌠anything else?â he asks, voice measured. you were lucky he loved you so much, the king of curses would never be ordered around like this otherwise.
â⌠and maybe a soft boiled egg.â you add sheepishly. heâs not facing you, but you can picture his reaction.
âquite an interesting craving the baby has tonight, hm?â
but heâs already heading inside to prepare your snack, of course.
you and your husband were sitting outside the estate, overlooking the beautiful gardens that you always tended to so meticulously.
sure, there were gardeners, but you always insisted on having the garden to yourself (much to sukunaâs dismay, he would prefer it if you never left your bed chambers).
you were only a few weeks from giving birth, and with the date approaching quickly, preparations were being steadily made.
all of your needs and wants were met by your servants, and sukuna was more attentive than ever. you were carrying his heir, after all.
the sun was setting over the lush grounds. your husbands four arms were wrapped around you, keeping you trapped on his lap.
one of his massive hands splayed across your swollen belly, rubbing it gently through the fabric of your robes.
âthe summer approaches.â he comments flatly, his voice a low rumble in his chest, vibrating against your back.
âmm.â you hum, nodding. what a lovely evening with your husband, wasnât it?
however, pregnancy had taken a toll on many different parts of you, including your hunger. and you were now craving a snack.
âmy lord?â you ask.
he doesnât say anything, but his hand stills on your stomach, and you know heâs listening.
âthe baby is hungry.â you mutter.
you had been doing this for weeks.
âthe baby wantsâŚâ
âryomen, can you please fetch ____? itâs for the baby.â
âthe baby needsâŚâ
sukuna knew, of course, that you were using his child as no more than a pawn in your requests. it shouldâve made him furious, but instead, it just filled him with a primal need to take care of you.
he would do anything for you, you just had to name it.
âand what would the baby like?â he asks, already carefully lifting you off of his lap.
âdiced dragonfruit⌠and rice⌠and plantains.â
he paused as he was walking through the doorway into the estate, his broad back facing you.
â⌠anything else?â he asks, voice measured. you were lucky he loved you so much, the king of curses would never be ordered around like this otherwise.
â⌠and maybe a soft boiled egg.â you add sheepishly. heâs not facing you, but you can picture his reaction.
âquite an interesting craving the baby has tonight, hm?â
but heâs already heading inside to prepare your snack, of course.
suguru practically strangles you when the two of you are sleeping
youâre in bed with your boyfriend, your face buried in his bare chest. his strong arms were wrapped tight around you, his frame curled around yours.
he just loves how small and warm you are, and the feeling of your breath falling in little wisps against his skin.
âbaby. câmere.â he whispered sleepily, pulling you impossibly closer against his chest.
âmâliterally as close to you as possible, sugu.â you mutter in response, squirming a little in his grasp, attempting to get comfortable while your furnace of a boyfriend is wrapped around you.
not to mention, itâs already swelteringly hot in your apartment, and your big muscly boyfriendâs vice grip around you is not helping.
he lets out a quiet chuckle against your hair as you attempt to escape.
âsuguruuu,â you whine, opting to try to pry his arms from around you instead. âyouâre actually burning me.â
âoh, so you donât like cuddling with me now?â
âitâs not that, baby. i just enjoy my mobility.â
he loosens his hold by a fraction. âthat better for you, sweetheart?â he asks, voice low and sleepy and entirely serious.
you just sigh, giving into the fact that youâll never be able to win against him, but you know that youâre right where you want to be.
đŐ. .Ő𦯠light yagami and his sensitive girl ;((
light yagami was a man of professionalism, hard work, and intelligenceâso never in a million years did the task force think when light said he had a girlfriendâwere you going to pop up by his side.
you wereâŚpink, pastel colors wrapped around your body like second skin. tight fitting clothing was the usual style for youâeven if light hated it. orâŚpretended to. he hated all the eyes on you, the attention you received when others could see your chest practically spilling out of your top. he despised it. but he loved it when you were alone, when he didnât have to struggle to undress youâbut that was different. that was when you were together, when only his eyes were on you. but now? the entire task force could see just how much of a slut you were. what a whore light yagami was dating.
his words not theirs.
now you thought it would be the sweetest surprise to come by the task force headquarters with lightâs lunch; pasta youâd made with cut up fruit and some cookies! heâd mistakenly forgotten and you took it upon yourself to deliver it to him like the caring girlfriend you were.
now you knew there were precautions that had to be taken to protect themselves from kira, but what you didnât expect when you arrived was for the head quarters to look something akin to a maximum security prison.
you stood there at the entrance with a lunchbox in hand, completely dumbfoundedâŚ
âahm-ryuzaki, thereâs someone at the front gate..â
matsudaâs voice caught everyoneâs attention, their eyes darting to the wide-screen camerasâeach one focusing in on you.
âwho is thaââ
âthatâs my girlfriend.â light grumbled beneath his breath, his irritation obvious to everyone in the room.
âan odd way to declare that.â ryuzaki muttered, sitting in his chair the way he always did while he munched away on some macarons. if you were really lightâs girlfriend, he would at least try and act like he liked you wouldnât he? maybe heâs in a mood. perhaps he doesnât love you at all. maybeâ
bzz. bzz.
lightâs phone began to ring and he didnât have to look at the cameras to know it was you, waiting for him to pick up.
he let the phone ring for a few seconds before picking it up, hoping his delay would make you think he was busy.
boy was he wrong.
âlight!! iâm outside your work building, but i donât know how to get inside! i have your lunch hehe, i even cut up the strawberries into little hearts andââ
you continued to rambleânot giving light a single moment to speak. the entire task force just watched from the cameras, confused and a littleâŚflustered?
they couldnât tell exactly what you were wearing, but they got the gist. it showed off your legs and a bit of your cleavage, skin that seemed a bit fuzzy from the quality of the camera, but it was visible none the less.
it pushed light over the edge when he looked back at matsuda just to see his eyes glued to the screen, his face completely red.
âgo home.â
âw-what?â you stuttered, a little caught off guard from the stern tone of lightâs voice. like a teacher scolding their student.
he was sick of themâmatsuda especiallyâogling you as if he wasnât right there. they didnât deserve to see you all dolled up. you were here to see him. you got ready for him, you got lunch for himâthey couldnât have you. what were you doing practically parading yourself around like that for them? god, you had to have been doing it on purpose at this pointâŚ
âiâm not hungry. go home.â
maybe he didnât hear how mean he was being to his poor girlfriendâbut he was. it wasnât his usual mean. mean that he would instantly apologize for because he knew youâd start crying, or even the condescending mean heâd pull during sex, making fun of your sobbing and hot body. mimicking your moans.
this? it just made you want to crawl into a hole and die. and everybody saw it.
â..okay.â
you physically deflated, hesitantly walking back to your car until you left the cameraâs frame.
âIâll call you back later, okay? âm busy you know this.â
âi know..â you sighed, playing with the lunchboxes strap just to give yourself something to do.
âbye, baby.â
âbye, light.â
you let out a soft sigh, plopping into the front seat with a little pout. you just wanted to be helpful. you didnât want your boyfriend to starve through out the day :(
but he didnât take it as help, he took it as an annoying distraction. something that fucked with him emotionally. seeing everyone look at you like that? at what was his? it made himâŚfeel something. something he didnât like.
âthat seemed harsh, light.â ryuzaki commented, breaking the awkward silence. what did he even know about relationships anyways? he didnât understand you or lightâhe was upset at you. rightfully so in his eyes, and you needed a punishment.
âsheâll be fine, not like i hit her.â
âyet.â aizawa muttered, sending mogi a look.
âexcuse me?â
you stayed curled in your bed until light came home, softly crying into your pillowcase. he knew you were sensitive. knew he needed to plan out his words before speaking to youâand yet, this time your overthinking got to you before he could.
you didnât even hear his footsteps or the creak of the door when he came in, you only felt him when he put his hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly.
âwhy are you crying, hm?â
you look up at him, slowly blinking away your tears as you tried to form a sentence. unfortunately, the only thing you could mutter was âlunchâ, but light connected the puzzle pieces from there.
âlunch, huh?â he sighed, palming your cheek to force you to make eye contact.
ânow..when you came by what were you wearing?â
âa..skirt and top.â
âno. try again.â
âs-short skirt and..and low cut top..â you whispered, shame building behind your eyes.
âmhm..and what did i say not to wear?â
ârevealing things..â
âand did you listen to me?â he murmured, squishing your cheeks with his fingers ever so slightly as he looked down at you. condescending as ever.
ân-no.â you stuttered, swallowing hard as he finally let go of you, his patience slowly snapping.
âdo you understand why i yelled at you now? yeah, baby?â
you nodded your head, watching him slide off his coat after he pulled himself away from you, letting the piece of clothing drop to the floor.
âcâmere.â he sighed, patting the spot on his thigh.
you were quick to pounce onto his lap, waiting expectantly for a kiss. maybe even a little hickey on your neck as a âlessonâ but he just stayed still as if he was waiting for you to correct your mistake. a mistake you didnât even know you made.
ââŚlight?â
âother side.â
shit. you knew you wouldnât get off so easily.
âbutââ
âdonât make me repeat myself.â
you slowly got off his lap before rolling back onto his legs on your stomach, your ass above his thighs.
you knew what was coming yet you still flinched when he spoke, his voice deep and low.
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your needy boyfriend begs you not to go out with the girls
(spoiler alertâ it doesnât work)
âplease donât go. please? iâll be so goodâŚâ
chosoâs needy pleading went in one ear and out the other. maybe this wouldâve worked in the early stages of your relationship, but a year in? really?
âbabe, i made these plans a week ago, and you knew about them.â you reminded him, ignoring his whines as you fixed your hair in the mirror.
âi knowâŚâ he mumbled sadly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face in your neck, planting a series of slow kisses along your throat.
you sighed. âthis isnât gonna work.â you muttered, glaring at him in the mirror reflection.
he pouted, his hands traveling lower and slipping under your skirt. âare you sureâŚ?â he whispered against the shell of your ear.
âchoso.â you say flatly, pushing his hands off of your thighs. âiâm leaving. youâre not making me late.â
he frowned as you turned around to face him, his expression like a kicked puppy. âwill you be home late?â
âmm.. probably not too long after midnight.â you lean up to press a little kiss on his jaw, smiling sweetly.
âand youâll call me?â
âmhm.â
âif anything happens?â
âyes baby.â
âyou wonât go anywhere alone, right?â
ânope, iâll stay with my friends.â
he just stares at you for a few moments, blinking down at you.
â⌠be safe.â
you nodded, leaning up to press a few more kisses around his face, making him blush.
âsee you later, baby. i love you.â
âi love you too.â
~
and then he waitedâŚ
and waitedâŚ
and waited.
until he knew that you had finally come home safe.
||a/n: we love when reader has a life of her own rather than just being a mindless ho whoâs life revolves around a man đđđ
hiya i know you said that you dont rlly like ruined orgasm with your brothers best friend butt it was gen so peak if you reallyreally dont mind id love a pt3 đđâď¸âď¸
HIYA thank you so much for sending this in! i know people love those oneshots but as you stated i actually hate themmmm (but idk i tend to dislike many of my older worksđ¤ˇââď¸)
i am not opposed to doing a part 3, however i have absolutely no inspiration for it. i did try to sit down and write something a few months ago, but nothing was coming to me and iâm very strict on not forcing myself to write unless i have inspo, because i wouldnât want to burn out
of course i will put my thinking cap on and try to generate some ideas, but nothing is promised in the near future. i will let everyone know if something is in the works âşď¸
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streamer byf ! satoru is the type to keep the facecam on while youâre bent over the desk in front of him, one hand on your hip and the other clicking through chat donations like itâs just another Tuesday. âYeah Iâll do the ranked climb later,â he says into the mic, voice completely even, then leans forward and pushes into you slow and deep. He mutes for two seconds, mutters âfuck, clamp down like that again,â then unmutes and answers a sub question about his sensitivity settings while his hips keep rolling.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to make you sit on his face during the loading screens, tongue working slow and deliberate while the queue timer ticks down. Every time the match is about to start he lifts you off just enough to say âone more, donât come yet,â then goes right back to licking into you like heâs got all the time in the world. When the game finally loads he sets you back in his lap, still dripping, and starts playing with one hand while the other stays between your legs, fingers sliding in and out in time with the fights.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to edge you for an entire three-hour stream, never letting you finish. He keeps a toy inside you on the lowest setting the whole time, remote in his pocket, and every time chat donates he turns it up for a few seconds just to watch you shift in the chair next to him. âYou good?â he asks casually. You nod too fast and he smirks, turns the vibe higher, and goes back to explaining the new update like nothingâs happening.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to let you give him head under the desk during collabs, completely straight-faced while he talks to other streamers on Discord. His hand stays in your hair the whole time, guiding you slow, and every time someone asks him a question he answers clearly even as your throat tightens around him. When the call ends he looks down, thumb brushing your bottom lip, and says âswallow,â quiet and calm, with a slight smirk.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to record a private video just for the two of you after a long stream, camera still rolling while he bends you over the same chair. He talks the whole time in that same low voice, telling you exactly how wet you are, how good you take it, how chat would lose their minds if they could see. âLook at the camera,â he says, gripping your hair and tilting your face up. âWanna see later how pretty you look when youâre full.â
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to make you edge yourself on camera while he plays, just out of frame. He tells you the rules in that same calm voice he uses for tutorials: âFingers only. No coming until I say.â Every time you get close he glances over, shakes his head once, and you have to stop. Chat keeps asking why he keeps looking to the side. He just smirks and says âchecking something,â then turns the sensitivity of the toy up another notch without ever taking his eyes off the game for long.
ᥠkaliâs notes ⸝ Guys Iâm obsessed with him in this kind of AU... I wish he were real..anyway hope yâall enjoyed it ??mwahh !
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your needy boyfriend begs you not to go out with the girls
(spoiler alertâ it doesnât work)
âplease donât go. please? iâll be so goodâŚâ
chosoâs needy pleading went in one ear and out the other. maybe this wouldâve worked in the early stages of your relationship, but a year in? really?
âbabe, i made these plans a week ago, and you knew about them.â you reminded him, ignoring his whines as you fixed your hair in the mirror.
âi knowâŚâ he mumbled sadly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face in your neck, planting a series of slow kisses along your throat.
you sighed. âthis isnât gonna work.â you muttered, glaring at him in the mirror reflection.
he pouted, his hands traveling lower and slipping under your skirt. âare you sureâŚ?â he whispered against the shell of your ear.
âchoso.â you say flatly, pushing his hands off of your thighs. âiâm leaving. youâre not making me late.â
he frowned as you turned around to face him, his expression like a kicked puppy. âwill you be home late?â
âmm.. probably not too long after midnight.â you lean up to press a little kiss on his jaw, smiling sweetly.
âand youâll call me?â
âmhm.â
âif anything happens?â
âyes baby.â
âyou wonât go anywhere alone, right?â
ânope, iâll stay with my friends.â
he just stares at you for a few moments, blinking down at you.
â⌠be safe.â
you nodded, leaning up to press a few more kisses around his face, making him blush.
âsee you later, baby. i love you.â
âi love you too.â
~
and then he waitedâŚ
and waitedâŚ
and waited.
until he knew that you had finally come home safe.
||a/n: we love when reader has a life of her own rather than just being a mindless ho whoâs life revolves around a man đđđ
