#sukuna

note : this is part two! view part one here.

masterlist part three here!

— 𝒻ratkuna vs baby carriers (oneshot #2)

series: a pledge to keep

Sukuna watched you with a scowl on his face as you unboxed the new baby item he vividly remembers telling you not to get.

"What am I looking at?" He squinted at your laptop a week ago, head still pounding from the ball he took to the forehead during practice.

"A baby carrier, obviously."

He ignores the way you roll your eyes, swallowing the rebuttal on the tip of his tongue because he promised himself to do better for you. That meant controlling his irrational anger.

"What do we need that for?" Sukuna grunts, adjusting his sleeping daughter on his chest, arms wrapped protectively around her.

"To help with our arms Ryomen!"

It was true that your daughter was a velcro baby and a chunky one at that, but that didn't mean Sukuna needed a cheap piece of fabric to do his job, even if his arms sometimes cramped from how long he held her.

He didn't trust the thing, she was much safer in his arms.

Despite him telling you he won't be wearing it, he was now standing stiff and annoyed as you stood on the tip of your toes and strapped the thing around him, snapping all the buckles in before running away with a giggle to grab your daughter from her room.

He pulled at it, hoping to stretch it a little because it was too fucking tight against his chest. Sukuna was a big guy, he didn't know what you were thinking putting this on him.

He felt stupid, humiliated.

If his frat brothers caught him in this, he'd be the butt of every joke. Gojo would surely rub it in his face after all the shit Sukuna gave him for buying one for the days he babysits.

When you returned with a sleeping pink haired infant in your arms, his posture slightly softened, heart squeezing at the sight of his two favorite girls. He didn't know what he did to deserve you both, but he was going to keep you all the same.

You kiss your daughter's round cheek and smile at the brooding man in front of you, his arms coming out so he can grab the baby from you. You pass her to him and stand back to watch, eyes wide with delight as he lifted her before sliding her into the carrier.

"Come on brat, help me out." He huffs trying to get her legs through the two holes but the baby refused, scrunching her legs up and frowning in her sleep.

Sukuna holds her out and glares at her sleeping form, his twin just as stubborn as he is. He tries again while you hold in your laughter.. and again, and again until she finally gives up and lets him settle her in.

"Was it that hard?" He huffs, placing one hand under her bum and the other behind her head because he refused to put his full trust in the thing.

"So?" You smile up at him and he hates that he can't be annoyed at you when you look at him like that. "What do you think?"

He shrugs and makes a face. "Tch, useless thing."

He wasn't going to tell you this, lest you throw it back in his face, but he couldn't say he minded the baby carrier. It was nice being able to walk around and get things done while keeping his daughter close, but he only ever wore it when you were in class or out with your friends.

He even brought her to practice with him, strapped safe since you were coming down with a cold and could barely keep your eyes open.

He was the captain so he was allowed by his coach to stand on the sidelines and help guide the team, shouting critiques to the men while his daughter was pressed to his chest and looking around with curious red eyes, little earmuffs protecting her tiny ears from the whistles and shouting.

It was surreal for Sukuna's teammates to see.

Their six foot seven tatted captain who routinely made freshmen cry during conditioning, holding a baby that was entirely too tiny against his chest. When one of her fist escaped the blanket, Sukuna reached down and gently tucked it back inside without even looking, eyes focused on the field.

Everyone was dumbfounded but kept running their drills because if Sukuna caught them lacking he'd make them run laps until they puked or passed out.

Sukuna's thumb absentmindedly rubbed slow circles against her tiny back through the carrier, one arm wrapped around her because while he could admit it was practical, he'd never completely trust it when it came to his daughters safety.

He ignored the smile Nanami gave him when he passed by and stopped to say hello to his niece.

You would definitely be hearing about this and he could already hear you saying I told you so!

❦ lisa's note: I missed writing dadkuna so here's a quick oneshot while I finish my gojo and nerdkuna fic

© art creds: su2kuna

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You notice it when you finally manage to tear your eyes open, blinking away the fuzzy haze of pleasure to instead focus on the blaze of pink moving above you. You force your head upright after what felt like hours spent doing nothing but panting and writhing into the pillows to find that he’s looking at you. That in itself isn’t unusual, but there’s a sheen there in that rich brown that hadn’t been present when you’d first let your eyes drop closed. His gaze is glassy, lacquered - gazing vacantly at you like he’s not quite there anymore.

“Kuna,” you call with only a slight wobble, voice a little hoarse from the way you’d been crying out for him, wailing, really.

When only a vague glimmer of recognition flickers in his eyes, you shift. Slipping your hands up over his arms, across his back where his muscles are twitching as he continues working you open like it’s his life mission to bury himself inside. Thrusts turned slow and sloppy between your thighs, now nothing but a slippery mess of slick and sweat.

“You still with me?” You murmur, chin tucked to his shoulder and breath panting hotly over his ear.

He makes a rumbled sound of vague acknowledgement, and you frown. Your hands lift until one is resting either side of his face, cupping his cheeks gently - his skin pink and warm now beneath your touch. You lift your head and press your foreheads together, wet where both of your bangs are glued to your skin in slick curls.

Tease your boyfriend once? You get off with a warning. Tease him twice? ARMAGEDDON

Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro

Content Warnings: cockwarming, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, degradation, public sex, mentions of anal sex, mentions of oral sex, crying, they're kinda mean, negotiation (or coercion), mentions of teasing, slight misogyny, kinda just a lazy drabble tbh

SATORU GOJO

“Ah, ah, ahhh-“ Satoru taunts, grabbing your hips and pulling them down; a sound akin to a harsh slap has him grinning ear to ear as he sheaths himself back in your gooey depths. “You were talking big game earlier, angel-“ He sinks his fingers into the base of your scalp and tugs-

“You better show me what you’ve got.” 

You hiss, hands balling into fists and pressing hard on your boyfriend’s shoulders. “Too much, Toru!” you grit out between your teeth, your thighs burning in an attempt to raise yourself off of his cock. It’s simply too deep like this; the pressure of his swollen tip nudging your cervix as you’re forced to sit at the hands of his absurd strength. 

You can feel him rub every single inch of your sensitive walls with even the most subtle shift- “Too big- mfmm- need to m-move-“ you whine, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, trying to garner any semblance of sympathy. 

“You should’ve thought about that before running that dirty mouth of yours all day, sweets.” He giggles, effortlessly holding you in place as you squirm. Satoru’s ready to keep you there—cockwarming him as long as it takes for you to give him the show he’s been dying for. 

“Are you going to be a woman of your word?” he starts, voice low and taunting. “Or are you just a girl who bit off more than she could chew?” he hums, leaning down to plant a gentle but patronizing kiss on the crown of your head. 

“You’re so mean.” you mumble against his skin, burying your face further into his shoulder. 

“I’m mean?” he scoffs, his grip becoming bruising on your waist. “Says the little tease-“ he lifts you up- “who can’t even handle dick like she said she could.” and drops you back down, down, down-

“Fuck!” you cry, choking on a high pitched moan as the very back of your poor cunt is slammed via cruel gravitational force. “M’sorry.” you whisper, letting out a shaky breath and fighting tears of frustration. 

“You’re sorry, are you?” he mimics, his grip on your waist loosening as he pulls your head from his shoulder; dilated sapphire eyes crossing every inch of your pouty face.

“Mhmm-“

“I’d say you better get to work, then.” Satoru pecks your lips before leaning back against the headboard and flashing you that cocky grin of his; two fingers raising in a round-a-bout motion. 

You give in. Your hips start moving on command—grinding, bouncing, rolling. Every small movement has you keening and him laughing with victory; occasionally raising his hips to meet yours just to see you twitch- 

You’re in for a long (and hard) night.

CHOSO KAMO

“Ngh- no more, Cho-“ you shudder, much smaller hands trying to push his pelvis from yours; his cock is buried so deep inside your swollen cunt you think you’ll burst- “can’t keep going, baby.” you mumble, eyes searching for his foggier ones; he’s absolutely gone- 

“Please-“ Choso whimpers, low voice cracking as he drops his head—sweat slicked hair brushing your collarbone. “you promised me earlier that-“ he pants, rolling his hips and stirring your ruined insides with desperation. “that we won’t stop until I cum dry.” 

Oh.

Oh- 

Yeah, your recently incarnated boyfriend hasn’t grasped the concept of hyperbole yet.

“What have I done?” you mutter under your breath, wincing with every shift of Choso’s impatient lower half. “Baby, I didn’t mean literally—was just- ngh- dirty talk- fuck.” your cunt squelches, a warm trickle of his previous load leaking down the crevice of your ass. 

“Why would you say something if you didn’t mean it, sweetheart?” he groans out the words, finally raising his head to look at you with those puppy eyes and confused brows. “You can’t promise something and then take it back-“ his breath hitches, an arm circling your waist to keep you from squirming. “Makes no sense.” 

“I just exaggerating, Cho-!“ you yelp when he flips you over onto your tummy, briefly pulling out before driving himself back home—his heavy build pinning you to the mattress.

“Y’feel so good- ngh- please, sweetheart.” Choso mumbles, cold lips brushing the shell of your ear as he leans down. “Can’t stop- mfm- need to fill you up again.” His legs bracket your hips, pelvis flush to your ass and heavy cock nestled inside your sensitive cunt. 

“I don’t even- fuck- know if it’s possible-“ you huff, hips wriggling to the best of your ability—his wide tip catching on that ribbed spot inside that makes you see white- 

“Ohhhh my god- Cho-!”

Choso bites back a whimper, giving you shallow thrusts as you endure that unforeseen orgasm—wincing with every hot spasm of your plush walls. “If what’s possible, sweetheart?” he coaxes, leaning back over you to plant a wet smooch on your flushed cheek as you ride out the aftershocks.

“If-“ you pant, body twitching and hands clawing at the sheets. “If you can even cum- ngh- dry.” 

He pauses for a moment, nibbling on his bottom lip and resting his full weight on your much smaller body—basically unknowingly crushing you. 

“I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

Ever the curious puppy.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

“What are you-“ your boyfriend growls, fingers digging into the plush of your hips. “some kind of slut?” he laughs, cruel and mean. “Just dying for attention, huh?” 

Sukuna’s got you pressed against the wall—face squished against the cold plaster of the dim hallway. His unfairly large cock is drilling into you from behind, interrogating you with every harsh thrust. 

Your crime?

The skirt that rides up with every step, slowly exposing more of your ass to the watchful eye. 

“Thought you could get away with it-“ he grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your head back and exposing your dickmatized face to his greedy gaze. “Walking- damn- around like that, huh?” he bottoms out, hard. You nearly scream, though not before Sukuna muffles the sound with his palm. 

“I bet you like this shit-“ he looks down at your fucked out face, drooling and head laid back against his shoulder. “Bet you wore this sorry excuse of a skirt so I would fuck you out in public.” 

You whine into his hand, brows furrowing and knees nearly buckling with every snap of his hips. Your back is arched sooo deep, hands braced against the wall for some semblance of stability. 

“Yeahhh, that’s it, isn’t it?” he grins, eyes narrowing and teeth glinting in the flickering lights. “This cunt is awfully wet for a girl who should be embarrassed.” His tone is drowning in condescension, only succeeding in proving his point as your slick drip, drip, drips down your inner thighs. 

“Who knew I was dating such a fuckin’ whore?” he croons, expression now full of amusement as he revels in your inability to do anything but take it. You cry out into his palm as his thrusts grow rougher—lewd shlicks and the sound of slapping skin getting louder and louder.

You shiver, ears perking at the faintest sound of a door closing across the dark, back hallway. You attempt to mumble a warning to your boyfriend but you remain unable to speak—hole stuffed and mouth shut.

“Awe, did you say something, brat?” he teases, his other hand toying with the waistband of your skirt—pulling it back then letting it snap against your skin. “Couldn’t hear you over this needy cunt.” 

Yeah, wearing this skirt to the mall was the best and worst idea you’ve had all year. 

TOJI FUSHIGURO

“Need to-“ your words are cut off with a petulant whine, legs snapping shut and cunt pulsing in protest as your building orgasm is lost—again. The absence of Toji’s girthy fingers inside your weeping cunt has you damn near crying. 

“Nah, teases like you don’t deserve it, doll.” Toji smirks, the scar on the corner of his mouth stretching in the most infuriatingly hot way possible. “This is what tossing me a bone all week then leaving me with nothing gets you, babe.” he lightly smacks the side of your hip in mock comfort—the damn grin on his face never wavering as he watches you squirm in frustration. 

“Pleaseeee-“ you reach for him, nails clawing at his beefy forearm. “I said m’sorry-“ you sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back down with you. “I’ll ride you, let you fuck my throat, my ass—whatever you want, just let me cum-“ you’re whispering now, putting everything on the table in the hopes of getting off. 

“It hurts, please-“ 

“Oh so you’re really desperate-“ he grumbles, face smug as cages you against the bed. “Hmm, give me all three and it’s a deal.” Toji stares you down, tongue pushing against his cheek before sucking his teeth—like a predator getting ready for a feast.

You accept your fate, really starting to regret your little week long experiment. “Fuck, fine-“ 

You keen, his digits already knuckle deep inside your neglected cunt before you can even finish your sentence. “Toji- ngh-“ he curls his fingers, prodding against that spongy spot that makes you stupid. “Need you-!” 

“Yeah you fuckin’ do, doll.” he huffs out a low laugh, capturing your lips in a filthy kiss. You hum, feet planting on the mattress and lifting your hips—chasing his perfectly skilled hand. 

“Faster-“ you murmur against his mouth, soon unable to kiss back as you go slack jawed. Toji nearly doubles in pace, small schlicks turning into loud squelches as he pummels your poor pussy. 

“M’gonna-“ you cry, breath heavy and voice pitchy. Toji just groans, shoving his tongue down your throat as he feels your cunt quiver around his digits. 

“For the record though, babe-“ he pauses, pulling away from your lips to watch you convulse. Your orgasm rips through you soon after—tummy clenching and nails clawing at his biceps. Toji fucks you through it, fingers slowly retracting before dipping down, down, down-?

“I’m fucking your ass first.”

DEAD TO ME; down bad ex bf ryomen sukuna x reader

in which; ryomen sukuna is stubborn and completely obsessed with his ex. he can’t seem to understand why she’s so angry with him, and why she won’t take him back. one thing he knows for sure though, is that despite her anger; he’s still not blocked. what was that saying his mother used to say again; closed mouths don’t get fed? that’s for certain, ryomen’s mouth is open and begging y/n to take him back.

cw!: none, just a text fic. (i feel like sukuna’s ooc, but it’s hard to apply a character like him into a modern setting. i think he’s a very interesting character and there’s alot of his qualities you could focus on rather than just the fact that’s he’s angry, he’s definitely a character who fixates on something when he wants it (his obsession with megumi, for example.))

masterlist.

you made sure to arrive early to the beach, catching a good spot in between the sun and the shade. your towel is all laid out, your sunscreen is applied and you have a good book in hand but a pink haired surfer manages to catch your eye.

you didn't pay him much attention in that skin tight all black surfer suit he had. you side eyed whilst he prepared to surf, not really having watched anyone surf before.

you watched him surf out into the ocean, testing the waters. it's early yet so the waves aren't too strong but it would still be a perfect practice for sukuna. distracted from your pages you watch him move across the waves with perfection and ease.

you almost feel an itch to join him on the waves but you have no idea how to surf yourself. he makes it look so easy you're so envious, watching him shake his damp hair as he runs out of the water.

pulling your book closer to your eyes you feign having ever saw him, acting as if your eyes weren't glued to his figure in the ocean. you certainly don't keep an eye on the way his suit peels from his shoulder,s exposing his tanned skin and tattooed. you definitely don't noticed his muscular body and the way his biceps flex as he lays on the sand. your eyes are most definitely not fixated on his large chest and how water drops drips from his pecs as he pants in and out.

no, you totallyyyy don't notice him meeting your eyes and giving you a glare. a glare that scares you enough to return back to the line in your book that you've re-read over twenty times.

" he's gonna kill us, " you said, holding back a laugh. megumi looked at yuji with a look that said 'this was not a good idea.' all three of your plastic gloves were stained with black box dye that left no trace of his once-pink hair that he always combed back with his fingers.

sukuna was sleeping on the couch, blissfully unaware of the three little troublemakers playing in his hair as he drooled into the cushions. he was always a deep sleeper; he could sleep through anything except the smell of freshly cooked meat. you were helping yuji wash his hands off at the kitchen sink. " megumi, how long does the box say to let it sit for? "

" 40 minutes, " he said flatly, tossing the stained box and plastic utensils into the trash. " if we're just going to sit and wait until he wakes up, i wanna go home. "

" but your father isn't home yet.. "

" i'm not staying here to watch paint dry. " yuji pouted at his bluntness, gripping his shirt with his damp hands before you could instruct him to dry them. " but you can watch paint dry with us! that makes it better. "

megumi tugged him off, " no, it doesn't. "

" how about we go get some food to pass the time? we should be back soon anyway, " you proposed, recieving yuji's gleeful agreement and megumi's 'i'm only going because i'm not staying here alone and yuji's dragging me along regardless' nod. driving yuji and megumi to get fast food and seeing them play with their little toys that came with their meals only made you feel slightly sentimental, as you and sukuna have been trying for kids god knows how long.

well, you might have to throw those plans out the window now; because when you three got back, sukuna was standing in the hallway, arms crossed with a scowl on his face — specifically towards the two little ones that hid behind your legs. his hair was pitch black now, much to his evident annoyance. " at least we know the dye worked, " yuji whispered under his breath.

" why wouldn't it? " megumi responded.

" you brats did this? " he motioned to the small children, splitting his pointer and middle to point at them both. without even waiting for a response, he picked the two up by their collars and hung yuji from the corner of the door and megumi from a coatrack. " uncle sukuna!—" yuji squirmed, megumi just sat there, taking this timeout like it was nothing. " shut up. "

" 'kuna.. leave them alone, " you tugged on his arm. you sighed, ultimately fessing up, " it was my idea anyway. "

he froze. he should've lashed out of anger at you for altering his appearance without his permission, for encouraging them to take part in it. unexpectedly to yuji and megumi, he huffed. " everyday you make it harder to want kids. " his favoritism towards you was painfully obvious, something most would roll their eyes at (like megumi), but yuji found it sweet.

" so, can we put them down before they fall... ? " you asked, concerned. " ...no. " he crossed his arms, eyeing yuji's pout.

" sukuna, " your tone was sharp. " stop being a grump and let them down. "

" if you and grunkle sukuna have children, will they be grumps too? " yuji asked, his genuineness only stirred sukuna up to keep him hanging froom the door until his shirt ripped and he'd fall. his brow twitched, pinching his cheek and pulling on it to make him squeal, " it sounds like you wanna stay up there longer, huh? "

you carefully helped megumi down from the coatrack, straightening him out. " yes, yuji. they will also be grumps like their daddy. "

" why are you encouraging him. "

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