#gojotech.

for my girls that could never quite figure out why boys didn't talk to them ❤︎

content: sukuna x weird girl!reader, fem!reafer, fluff ig, mentions of dick bc why am i like this, implications of bullying (brief), mentions of death threats, ooc!sukuna bc bitch this is my shit!!!!!! and just some fun shit bc it's so okay to be a little different and this is your life and not everyone is gonna like it but not everyone matters!!!!!

note: i was a strange girl in school. never had a boy show interest in me. i wanted so badly to be like the pretty girls but i so so badly wanted to just be the fun girl i always knew myself to be! choosing myself over and over again because i will always have me. i love you guys ❥❥

dinner in america reference because punk!sukuna yk?? and i just...

not proofread because lazee :0

sukuna and weird girl!reader who have been dating for an entire year.

that means a year of the same confused looks from his friends and the repeated question of "how did you two even get to this point?"

he shrugs his shoulders, and goes about his business because when has sukuna ever felt the need to offer anyone an explanation for the choices he makes.

he'll admit, you're a little strange, but you're unlike anyone he's ever met before.

you turn heads everywhere you go and not because you hold the features of an iconic model or everyone's current favorite obsession on social media.

the odd looks are often pointed to your newest haircut, poorly done by yourself, but unintentionally. you didn't necessarily wake up and decide 'huh...i wanna walk around with fucked up bangs and too short hair.'

still, you sport it around as if it was done by frederic fekkai and not vidal sassoon.

instead of crying at the sight of your bangs hanging not even halfway past your forehead, you just sigh and stick two different colored clips in them where they'll stay pinned back until you no longer resemble trixie from speed racer.

sukuna will pass by the bathroom, pausing to observe your current situation before walking away with a snort and a "nice look, edna." thrown over his shoulder.

still, he'll find you the next day with an even wackier outfit to draw the attention from the accident above you.

with a stupid feeling settled in his chest , he kisses the top of your head and follows you into the public where the two of you can be unapologetically yourselves together.

he's caught you reading some fucked up shit in the middle of the night on tumblr more than he can count and when he attempts to tease you about it, you only shove it in his face with your lips pulled tight, shamelessly allowing him to see what most would only indulge in with a heavy duty privacy screen protector and their brightness on the dimmest setting.

you gag at .5 inch bugs as if they're capable of swallowing you whole, but will snuggle a rabid, flea infested raccoon against your favorite sweater all because you "have a working washer at home".

he likes that since he's known you in middle school, you've yet to change a single bit, the only thing different being your chest size and the fact that you can now legally buy alcohol.

he likes that the music he silently appreciates with a light nod of his head and repeated foot taps is the same music you dance wildly to in a too big shirt and too short pajama pants. he doesn't judge your uncoordinated style and the fact the your unmatched socks cause you to stumble every other minute, and you wouldn't care if he did.

he likes that even more.

you know how boys see you, how they've always seen you.

the strange girl by herself because no one wants to sit by the same kid that did a finals project on "how you're most likely to be killed by a cow than a shark".

you figured it was because you were the only one who scored higher than a sixty and everyone was just jealous.

sukuna will never tell you that those boys actually just hated you for existing and the girls wanted to hurt you for being able to love yourself despite being different than them.

you'll just forever wonder why the whispers suddenly disappeared and the dirty looks were redirected to the next loser.

sukuna will also never tell you that he threatened every person that spoke ill of you with an immoral and cruel death.

sure, he got suspended for two weeks, but he knew that your name was no longer in their mouths.

you don't have many friends, having gotten way too comfortable with your own presence, but the few online friends you manage to keep a relationship with grow concerned every now and then.

'he looks so mean.'

'why does he never look happy in the pictures you post?'

'geez! tell him to save some smiles and happiness for the rest of us!'

but his love is so so obvious in the deep, endless look of adoration is his eyes when you're forcing him to watch you make your sims violently murder each other. it's clear as day in the way he chooses to spend every walking minute by your weird ass because you seem to be the only person in this world that hasn't betrayed their self to please the average stranger. the level to which he loves you is so evident if you're able to look past the standards of society on what love and compatibility should look like.

you don't care!! not about the way people view you, the way society expects you to be, not even about his own opinion.

it fucking makes his dick hard! it's gross!!!

the simple idea of his girl being so comfortable in her own being.

you know you're a little strange thing. he knows you're a little strange thing! the whole fucking population that exists in your vicinity knows it!!

you ask him one day out of pure curiosity, "do you think i'm weird?"

and without missing a beat, "oh, yeah, you're fucking weird." he confirms.

he lets you stare at him with a conflicted look on your face before kissing your frown away.

"do you think i'm weird?" he questions, eyes low and stuck on the sight of you actively breathing and existing before him, unusual looking and all.

"yeah, maybe weirder than me."

the asshole laughs at you, pushing your hair back with a grin, "never that."

sukuna likes the known fact that he'll never find another girl like you and you've grown okay with the fact that you'll never find someone that accepts you the way he does.

☆ warnings: cheater!sukuna x fem!reader, mentions of sex, cheating, established relationship for like two seconds, slight angst??, break ups, sukuna is a shitty piece of shit, reader isn't having it, crazy!reader but also not really bc???, sukuna lovessss you, but realized it too late. fuck sukuna!!! but fuck ;) sukuna

i'm not proofreading this. like and reblog, bitches!

cheating ex!sukuna who can't bring himself to admit that he regrets what he did to you.

he's not ashamed of the person he is, he just hates that you had to experience it.

the man is evil and lacks empathy, running through girls like he's getting paid to do so and in a way he is.

his dick gets wet, he has a pretty girl to touch him and tell him things that he's never been told. he accepts the love he knows he doesn't deserve and in return he'll make you feel good, but only until the next one stumbles into his life with no knowledge of what they're getting into.

you were no exception.

sure, maybe you lasted a little longer than the rest and yes, maybe he did start to enjoy the moments in between all of the chaos with you, but he is a man at heart.

the night you found messages of invites to his home sent to another girl, you wanted to jump him.

you didn't cry and you didn't beg for an explanation. you waited for him to walk out of the bathroom, all sexy and unbothered, ready to crawl into your bed like he didn't plan on fucking another girl once you left.

with rage, you allowed yourself three solid seconds to admire what was currently your boyfriend. his dyed hair falling messily into his face, scarlet eyes staring back at you, tattoos crawling over every inch of him and by the time you noticed his erection in his sweats, you already reached zero.

before he could process his unlocked phone in your hands, it was flying at his face with unmatched speed.

"what the actual fuck? are you-"

"am i swaddled in a blanket right now? do i have a crib and toys in my room?" you sarcastically quizzed him, tapping at your chin in fake curiosity.

"wha-"

"no. i fucking don't because i wasn't born yesterday, you lying piece of shit."

sukuna groaned, dragging large hands down his face despite the blood that dripped from his nose.

"baby-" he starts his performance just as you're picking up his ipad to throw at his stupid face, figuring that nothing compliments a busted nose like a black eye.

the object instead slides from your grip as he quickly moved towards you, pinning you down to his bed solely to avoid another injury.

"get the fuck off of me, cheating prick!" your knee jerked up in between his legs, crashing against the right place for him to release you.

he's swearing and fussing under his breath as you gather your things, and other objects belonging to him that you'd been eyeing anyways.

with all of your shit held impressively in between your fingers, and a few of his shoved into your bag, you marched out of his door.

"you're being crazy." he called out from behind you, a slight limp in his walk. "you're not even gonna let me explain?"

sukuna smacked his lips at the middle finger you gave him, mumbling about how "stubborn" and "dramatic" you were.

"explain to your insurance company why you need all four of your limbs replaced." the door swings open and he doesn't even try to chase you down his steps.

"you'll be back." he taunted from his doorstep not expecting you to spin around with the most insane eyes he's ever seen in a woman.

"oh, i will. and i'm gonna make your life fucking hell, ryomen." you threaten and then you're gone before he can even scoff at your audacity.

he quickly learns that that was no threat, but a promise.

it starts with him having to get his tires replaced, big slits in all but one, just enough for his insurance to deny coverage.

just as he gets back and he's in the drive thru of some shitty fast food restaurant, his wallet is empty and all four of his cards are found broken in half in his cup holder.

he ended up using apple pay, but the act was petty and was the last thing he needed after your little tire slashing performance.

if the last two accidents didn't have his head pounding and his jaw clenched, then his front porch covered in baby oil and thumbtacks did.

sukuna went to bed that night with soft skin and over twenty holes in his ass.

that was just the morning after he'd broken your heart.

you- 1

sukuna- 0

the next week was the same bullshit, just on different days.

his brain had subconsciously formulated a list of every way you'd made his life difficult and just how many more things you could possibly come up with.

the funny, chill girl he was sharing spit and straws with just 13 days ago was long gone and now replaced with the most evil, conniving person he'd ever encountered that wasn't himself.

his call of duty account was recently logged into, all of his progress now deleted and a weeks paycheck used to buy unnecessary add ons.

his instagram username was changed from the simple sukunaryo to cheater.w.a.tinydick over night which was more funny than it was annoying considering the amount of times you'd sob while he fucked you into his sheets.

his friends had to notify him about his recent post that he had no recollection of making just to find a selfie of you with his cat in YOUR home. he arrived home to his door knob knocked off and his cat lazily licking itself on the couch.

and no, he didn't call the cops. this was the only way he knew you were somewhere around and as fucked up as it was, sukuna would rather wake up to everything he owned damaged than to see you doing better without him.

his tires were slashed, again.

you were posted on your story with the girls he planned on fucking every other day and he couldn't for the life of him figure out how you even managed to find them.

a photo of the two of you burned on his doorstep first thing in the morning as he left for work.

instant mashed potatoes and forks were spread around his entire yard.

a delivery box filled with fleas from some exotic pet website was removed from his mailbox.

he was miserable.

not even from the semi-harmless torture he'd been subjected to. just the pissy realization that he fucking wanted you, and bad.

he wanted your crazy ass in his arms and not in his yard. disturb his peace if you want to!!! just do it while in his life and by his side!

sukuna feels more insane than he had said you were. you fucked with him so much that even in his dreams you were there, releasing rats into his living room or glueing his nostrils shut just to wake up unable to breathe bc his thermostat was set to 80 degrees in the middle of summer.

right when he had enough and finally put his ego aside to pick up his new phone, he was receiving a call from none other than you.

he answered almost immediately, nearly breaking his thumb to pick up. his heart was racing and he couldn't believe you cracked first, still fully prepared to apologize and woo you back into his life.

"bab- what the fuck?"

if his busted windows, stolen designer jewelry, and stabbed ass didn't hurt his self-esteem, then the sight of his own friend face down in your pussy did.

warnings. sukuna is an asshole and a shitty man, you're not too pleasant either but i support women's rights and wrongs, no smut but this is suggestive and there's a lot of sex talk so?? mentions of dick, cock, cunt etc. no established relationships, suguru mention ❤︎. the ex is me so maybe you'll feel better about fucking on my man. very strange dynamic between sukuna and reader. can't tell if he wants you or if he's just a slut. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, i check.

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it's messed up in too many ways to where it fucks with you to even think about.

he's so chill and unbothered with you in his lap, cold hands settled on the dips of your waist while trying to reason with you on why this is all okay.

"did you see her story? had geto's hands all over her and had the nerve to put my favorite band's new song over it." the grip he has tightens at the mention of his exes most recent performance and you realize that this might be bothering him more than he'd care to admit out loud.

however, it's still obvious. it's written all over his face, pupils dilated and eyebrows turned inwards.

you could always roll off of him, tell him to get over himself and go on about your day because this was not your problem in anyway, shape, or form.

but sukuna just got a new haircut and he just dyed his hair after weeks of rocking grown out roots, and you'd be lying through your teeth if you said he didn't look perfect beneath you right now.

"this is super fucked up." you confess, repositioning above him until the crotch of his jeans press against your clit.

you remain silent, but there's a blazing, hot touch of something nasty that grows inside of you.

"yeah?" he clarifies, fingers ghosting over the skin under your shirt.

"yeah, it is. i like her." you attest to his doubts on your sincerity, even if you weren't being genuine.

the scary warmth inside spreads when your best friend only laughs in your face, shifting his hips upwards and throwing an arm behind his head, completely unamused.

for a moment you think it's the guilt of being in the position that you're in now, knowing a week ago you were smiling in her face, but you quickly notice that the strange feeling only seems to appear as long as his cock is between your legs.

"if you liked her then you wouldn't be trembling on my dick."

and somehow his brutal honesty makes you feel better because only now do you accept that you don't owe her anything.

they weren't together. you've met her twice. and if she would rather enjoy the attention of another, than that means the spot you're in is more than available.

"you're not as good as you convince yourself, love. you're already here, so i don't see how utilizing this arrangement is going to be any worse." sukuna decides.

the bastard is convincing, you'll give him that.

all it takes is a single nod for him to get hard in his pants making you wonder just what did it— your consent or the idea of making his ex feel just as pissed off as he felt.

either way, it has your panties damp and you pray that the silky material of your shorts is enough to conceal the soaked lace hidden beneath it.

"gonna take a picture, that okay?" his heavy eyes, strikingly red and dark, flit up to yours that are all wide and cautious. you nod.

"you tell me if you change your mind. they can both go to hell, just wanted to fuck with her." he mumbles, capturing the way the two of you connect through the lens of his phone camera.

your thighs are soft, caging him in like an animal, and damnit he feels like something similar at the feeling of your weight on him.

sukuna appears busy, deeply focused on the screen, but truly, he's catching on to a little too much during this schematic process of trying to get a lick back.

like the way your hands squeeze against your legs, falling onto his pelvis in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

the fact that just behind your shorts is your throbbing cunt, because he knows you feel the way his dick jumps beneath you.

your breathing that is slightly unsteady compared to his own that he fights to keep at bay.

there's a thin line between revenge and whatever the fuck was happening now, and sukuna's far too late when he understands that he's crossed it.

he's stopped taking pictures seconds ago, pivoting his attention on trying to figure out whether it's acceptable to fuck you in between fabrics after explaining how this was all a way to prove a point or not.

"ryomen?" you hesitate, not quite sure what to even say when his dazed gaze finds your concerned expression.

"can i touch you?" his question is immediate, not comforting you in the slightest, but color fills his face again and his eyes no longer seem distant.

"wha- have you lost your damn mine? what happened to your whole-" sukuna's phone is suddenly tossed to the side, taking ahold of your hands to pull you down until your inches away from colliding with each other.

"you're sitting directly on my erection. i can feel you clenching through your clothes and you think i'm capable of creating revenge pictures?" his argument nearly seems logical if he didn't sound like such a fucking dickhead.

"you're nasty."

"you're nastier."

"you're a piece of shit ex."

he shrugs, pushing into you further. "maybe."

with a heavy sigh, you pull away, pretending like the single movement didn't nearly make you cry out from the pleasure it brought you.

"we're supposed to be best friends. what if it's weird after?" the caution is clear in your voice, face contorting in a way you only do when conflicted.

"what if it's not?" coaxed your impressively persuasive best friend. "what if it's really good and i change your life?"

that makes you laugh, the comfort you've found in him finding you again.

"you're a cocky prick. i see why she's with suguru." sukuna sends you a warning look.

"watch your mouth, girl."

you take a few moments to ponder how far is too far, puzzled by the fact that maybe you crossed it long before now.

"you're already here. i won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, but this doesn't have to be as fucked up as you're thinking it is." sukuna defends you both in a way you didn't know you needed.

i think about alternative!sukuna a lot to the point where it's almost how i envision him in modern day!

alternative!sukuna who buzzes his hair every month before it has a chance to grow long enough to get caught in the wind on cloudy days

alternative!sukuna who plays bass for a local rock band that is fairly popular after having posters plastered around town with the word's "63 SKIES" and supporting bands on the page in a distorted and jagged font that matches the intensity of their music and members

alternative!sukuna with metal piercing through his bottom lip, both eyebrows and septum, but not for the look, just because the feeling of being pierced gives him the adrenaline rush that only the last minute before beginning a set can bring

alternative!sukuna who's also tatted as fuck with ink running down both arms and legs, peeking up through the collar of his t-shirt just to reach every part of his face as well

alternative!sukuna who looks like the type of guy to smash bricks over another's face just for speaking to him in the wrong tone, but you find him cooing and caressing a small black cat at the back of the venue he's playing at

alternative!sukuna who immediately stands straight and drops his lips into a thin line at the sight of you holding back your tears of laughter

"well don't let me stop you"

"go to hell" the cat meows and you think she's agreeing with him.

alternative!sukuna who thinks little ole' you in your ugliest sweater and a pair of baggy pants might just be the oddest thing he's seen in a minute but has to remind himself that music isn't limited to anyone just because of the way they dress. he finds it even more interesting if anything, the way you prove that music is universal and has forever transcended stereotypes

alternative!sukuna notices that you have a few tattoos and piercings yourself, not as many as him, but just enough to stand out

"i like your neck tat. what is it?"

"hm?" you feel the side of your neck, sometimes forgetting the permanent ink is even there. "oh, it's kuchi kopi...from bob's burgers..."

alternative!sukuna who laughs hard, a single dimple on his left cheek and teeth fully on display, two sharper than the rest and one with a silver cap in the back. (you just know he was hardheaded as hell as a kid)

alternative!sukuna listens to you talk about your favorite songs and artists, calling you a poser when you mention a particular band that he wholeheartedly believes only he has the right to listen to

alternative!sukuna who thinks he wants to kiss you hard and nasty when you end up having the same favorite song by said band as him

alternative!sukuna who forgets that he promised to give a girl a ride home after catching her stumbling out of the venue with an empty water bottle (spoiler: it was vodka) in her hand

alternative!sukuna grimacing when he catches the raise of your eyebrow when the girl crashes into him slurring how "she was ready"

alternative!sukuna sighing and unlocking his car, telling her to get in and buckle up, that he'd be there in a second, watching as you awkwardly kick a rock around

alternative!sukuna explaining that it's not what it looks like, and he was genuinely trying to get her home safe

"this is my favorite venue and i'll be damned if they end up responsible for some brat's dui."

alternative!sukuna likes it when you laugh

alternative!sukuna who ends up driving the girl home with you in his backseat because the chick was knocked the fuck out by the time he offered to give you a ride too

alternative!sukuna who doesn't break your toes when you prop your feet up on his middle console, the act only making his lips curl at how natural it seemed

alternative!sukuna who tells you about his friends and how they formed the band when they were only 17, playing for free out of someone's garage just for a bit of recognition

he tells you how choso, their drummer once crashed his mom's car into a ditch which led to their first paid gig just for the money to go towards the damages

he tells you how much he can't stand their lead guitarist, satoru, and how he suspects he might have a crush on their lead vocalist , suguru.

you pretend you don't notice the photo of them all together stuck to his rear view mirror.

alternative!sukuna thinks he's oversharing, but can't help it when your cute voice asks him personal questions showing just how interested you are in what he's saying

alternative!sukuna who asks to show you something once the two of you drag the poor drunk girl into her house, locking the door behind her as she lies in the entryway after mumbling something about sucking his dick as payment

alternative!sukuna who takes you to his favorite music shop where he actually has a key specifically from the owner himself. he shows you all the different instruments and explains their make and model when you gasp at how pricey some of them are

alternative!sukuna who sneakily places money on the counter after you pick up a 'sisters of mercy' cd

"i love this album!"

"take it."

alternative!sukuna who shows you his dream guitar, even going as far as to play a song for you on it, before placing it back on the shelf

"why don't you get it?" you'll ask, watching him strum a few strings, eyeing the piece like he's seeing stars for the first time

"i don't deserve it yet."

alternative!sukuna who kicks your legs apart, making room for his longer legs to intertwine with yours and the two of you almost cant believe that you just met tonight, or yesterday considering you're still together after 2am

alternative!sukuna feeling safer with you than he's ever felt, going as far to opening up about his traumatic childhood and why he has 24/7 access to the shop in the first place

you want to cry at how willing he is to share his safe space with you and you think sukuna's the most amazing person you've ever met

alternative!sukuna who tells you that he's never met anyone like you before and how badly he needs to be able to see you again after tonight.

you agree.

alternative!sukuna who wordlessly kisses you before locking the shop back up, large hands cupping the sides of your face as yours hold on to his forearms, holding on to each other in fear that tonight was a dream

alternative!sukuna who tells you that this is your safe space now too. you think he doesn't notice that you replaced his money on the counter with yours, slipping his back into his middle console.

sukuna thinks you're the most amazing person he's ever met.

feat. sukuna ryomen

"you grabbed my drinks right?" the sound of sukuna's voice sounds from nearby, unnecessarily heavy footsteps accompanying him as he enters the kitchen. his arms are full with bags filled to the brim with various items to replace the sad empty spots of your fridge shelves, and he carries them effortlessly as if there was nothing in them at all.

you hum, "yes. they didn't have mixed berry so i got two packs of fruit punch." he grumbles something about the "stupid store" (even though he refuses to shop anywhere else) and inflation as you continue to busy yourself with rearranging what little was left in the fridge to make room for what sukuna continues to bring in.

you're thankful that he takes it upon himself to bring in the groceries himself after the grueling work of grocery shopping on a sunday during lunchtime.

if it wasn't the struggle of pushing a cart down the small aisles in which 15 people simultaneously decided to shop in, then it was the two single registers open with twice as many people lined at them. you almost want to make a bet that you spent more time waiting to check out then you did shopping.

regardless, you got everything on your list (minus the mixed berry sports drinks that your boyfriend still continues to complain about) and that alone makes up for the fact that grocery day sucks absolute shit.

sukuna busies himself with unpacking the bags, listening to you complain about the idiots you've run into today and the fact that you got pressured into tipping six bucks for a medium salted caramel coffee, swearing up and down that the ipad plus the barista staring you dead in your face left you with no choice. he wishes he was there. he wouldn't break eye contact as he clicks the zero amount before also rating the shop two stars just because he can.

"sounds like you had a draining morning. i'm sure all five of those victoria, don't tell anybody bags were very hard to carry to the car while also juggling the two pretzels you got." sukuna taunts you, tossing a bag of chips at the back of your head as you pause in your place, afraid that you've been caught red handed.

"yeah, i saw the bags stuffed under your jacket. you're not slick." his laugh makes you groan into the fridge.

"damnit. i thought i hid them well! if it makes you feel better, one of the pretzels were for you."

the two of your hands brush together as he passes you a rather fragile glass of strawberry preserve and only then do you realize how cold it is inside. you shiver and wonder if it's from the lack of heat circulating or the fact that that was the first time you've felt your boyfriend's touch all day.

"where is it then?"

"ate it."

"of course."

his snarky comment reminds you of the fact that you had to do this all alone and suddenly you're standing,— or you were about to.

the fridge shakes when you slam your head on the surface, rattling your brain around like a toy before the impacted area starts to burn and itch.

"ow ow ow ow." your head throbs underneath your hand as you rub at the spot violently in a desperate effort to make the pain fade.

sukuna doesn't laugh, doesn't even crack a smile, only placing his palm on the back of your head to guide your face into his chest, kissing the bruised flesh underneath your hair.

"hurt like hell, didn't it?" he kisses you again when you nod, face still hidden.

your breath is hot against his shirt, your breathing slightly labored as you try and exhale the pain away calmly. "if you had gone with me and helped this wouldn't have happened."

that makes him laugh because he's almost fully sure that you'd still be clumsy with or without his help and still manage to bump your head whether he pushed the cart around the store or you did, but he says nothing, assuming a few bits of commons sense got knocked out on your way up.

"sorry, baby. had to give myself a haircut." the statement is so nonchalant, said in a way that almost seems like it was a normal sentence that you'd hear every few months when the ends of his hair fall past his eyebrows a little too much, or the strands grow down his neck too far. but it's not, because in the two years you've been with sukuna, he's never gotten a haircut. maybe a slight trim here and there, but never a haircut.

he must've meant a trim, he must have. he loves the way you run your fingers through his hair when he lies face first into your stomach at the end of the day. the way you sniff his hair and unintentionally sigh when cuddling because the smell is so him. the way you snatch at the strands when he's gotten a little too ravenous and insatiable after a day of not seeing or feeling you.

you decide to see for yourself, looking up at him to see he's already staring at you, hard.

he analyzes the way your eyes widen and how your mouth falls open at the sight of his new look. he doesn't show it, nor will he ever admit it, but he's nervous. sukuna's confident, if you'd call it that, in a way that he just doesn't care. he never really has. he doesn't blink twice at the way people gawk at his many tattoos or the multiple piercings scattered on his face. he doesn't flinch when women cross the street to avoid walking by him or the way parents pull their kids closer when he's near.

fuck them and their kids, he thinks. but you, you just look at him like he molded the planets by hand and meticulously hung each star into the sky himself. your fingers dance across the dark lines across his face and chest without having to look and see where one ends and the next starts. you kiss him mindfully, careful to not pull on his lip ring too hard or bump his eyebrow piercing that still gets sore after three years of having it. you see him in a way most don't, so he finds himself caring about what you think no matter how much he tells himself he doesn't.

"you're bald.." he sighs, agitated with your lack of response and the fact that he can't seem to tell what you're thinking at the moment.

"i don't know..it was fucking annoying and it kept getting in my eyes." you're not sure why he immediately begins to explain his actions, but when his eyes dart across the kitchen to avoid your gaze in favor of staring at the stove, you read him like a book left open.

"it looks good, baby! i like it and it's new." sukuna nods, not quite convinced, but still refusing to let you see that.

"ryomen." the sound of his name falling from your curved lips has his attention fully on you and his heart knocking against his chest harshly.

he smacks his lips at his behavior, pushing your forehead back, trying his best to escape your presence before he makes a fool of himself.

"look at me. please?" and if it wasn't the gentle touch of your fingers curling around his wrist, then it had to be the softness of your voice pulling him back in.

with a groan, he throws his head back before giving you his attention once more.

"what." you smile at him, shaking your head at his stubbornness. there's a moment right as you're pulling him down by his necklace to kiss him where he remembers why you're the only person he's ever needed approval from. you don't stop your hands from traveling to his head, scratching softly at the small bristles of hair left and he appreciates it. he's thankful for the fact that you acknowledge him and his new look instead of pretending it's not there.

sukuna kisses you back, hard and deep just as he's meant to and you let him, accepting him for all that he is because you've never cared.

"guess i should've picked up a plunger while out, huh?"

"go to hell, dickhead."

content. sukuna x fem!reader, angst with comfort, mentions of su!c!de, insinuation of mental health issues, character death (not sukuna or reader), fluff, swearing, and a beautiful, loving relationship.

note. this was supposed to be all fluff but i have problems and shit has to hurt before it can be something amazing. sorry if this is sloppy, i work night shift and have a team of 25 patients in my hands...but when inspiration calls, i answer. ignore any mistakes, its 4am and im stupid.

“ryomen.” the sudden calling of his name immediately has your boyfriend snapping his head towards you with his eyebrows pulled together like you've always known them to be and the left side of his lip curled as he waits expectantly for you to say something.

“what the fuck are you being all ominous for?” he complains, turning back around to finish writing a few things down in a thick notebook specifically for creating. it's a regular black composition notebook, each page filled with notes, lyrics, secret doodles you've snuck onto the pages when he wasn't looking, and a literal looking glass into your boyfriend's mind.

if you look hard enough you'll find six more old, dusty books that don't even fully close from so many moments of lying open while sukuna plots what will go in it next, all dating back to when he was only 13, and was given his first guitar by none other than your father.

it was a parting gift, his most reliable guitar for tween sukuna and his most loved one for his babygirl. he showed you both the basics, made you pay him with a promise to look out for each other and create something beautiful, and then got in his car and drove it off of a bridge.

your mother had been bed ridden with heartache and confusion for 2 months and 13 days before finishing a bottle of espolon and a bottle of ativan.

till this very day, you don't quite understand why your father did it. you've ripped their room completely apart multiple times during your occasional spiraling down into the unknown of why? just searching for anything that'll explain why you weren't enough to keep them here, what had gone on beyond your line of sight that could cause two people who were so in love with each other and the life they created to end it all.

you spent 3 weeks rotting in their shared bed, having said three words through the entire duration of that period.

‘don't leave me’ you'd told sukuna on the twenty-first day when he'd spun around to leave your house after another one-sided conversation between the two of you. you could tell he was getting more aggravated with each question and statement that had passed through his lips and your ears without a response.

yesrs later you'd realize he was never really mad at your state and the way you were, but scared. your eyes looked flooded with despair and agony just as your father’s, your body heavy and still just as your mother’s. you looked like you were dying, internally and externally.

he cried for the third time since you've known him that day.

the first being when his dad was sentenced to life in prison and you, at only 10 years old, had been the first person he told after five minutes of knowing each other.

the second was during the first time he'd successfully played “wonderwall” by oasis on the guitar he'd been gifted while yours was still propped against the wall of your room. the same place you'd sat it in a hurry when your mom had rushed the two of you into her car, saying there was an emergency.

the third was at that moment, where you'd spoken to him for the first time in three weeks, begging him to stay by your side. that was also the first day he realized that you were now completely alone and the first day he dedicated everyday of his life to sticking by you.

“i finished it.” the next time he redirects his attention from his notebook to you, he's less agitated and more intrigued.

“yeah?” you hand him a hot pink notebook, identical to his in every way, content and all.

you climb in his lap once he sets his guitar aside and you know his focus is completely on you.

he silently holds you close, opening the notebook to the last page with anything on it, and takes it all in.

he's unusually quiet as he reads. you'd been working on a song you wanted him to play for awhile, but refused to give him updates on it. he almost thought it was another one of your sudden ideas that you'd commit to for a few days and would find months later, unfinished.

but this was everything he didn't expect.

for the fourth time ever, you watch sukuna cry.

“yeah. i'll marry you, baby.”

and after 12 years you understood the promise you both made to your father.

the song was beautiful, the instrumental he'd added that very night was beautiful, the day it played as you met him at the altar was beautiful, and the love that had wrapped you both in its arms like a heavenly embrace was even more than all combined.

𝓢. ── .✦ after the inevitable split between you and your longterm boyfriend, you find yourself struggling to put yourself back out there and it doesn't go unnoticed by the concerned eyes of your close friends. when you check your messages for the first time in a week, you find a single text from the groupchat with a link, a username, and a password sent from shoko. out of curiosity, you log in to see what you've been signed up for only to find over 25 requests to be your...rent a boyfriend? and before gojo knows it, he's your first choice .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝓒. ── .✦ gojo x fem!reader , smau series , fluff , angst , comfort , triggering topics , mentions of verbal abuse , mentions of physical abuse , insecurities , sexual topics , swearing , female reader , use of y/n , and more to come .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝓝. ── .✦ gojo is dumb and forgot to delete the app from his freshman year of college when he was trying to make extra cash...anyways, kind of excited about this. this is a series and shouldn't exceed 15 parts, but we will see. i work full time in healthcare and my schedule is busy as shit so i won't have a set time to post. i will release parts when i have the time to put effort into them, so do not ask or beg me to post.

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part one ʚɞ ms. popular

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