#syrenfics

head chef!sukuna who would always save a little extra fries or ice cream just for you, even if he pretended like it just happened to be left over. he'd make sure you ate enough during your breaks, wouldn't let you leave the kitchen till you had something in your stomach. he'd grumble every time you asked him to cook something for you but he never refused.

head chef!sukuna who absolutely despised when other waiters flirted with you in front of him. he hated it even more when a customer got too handsy or made a few too many unwanted comments towards you. the other chefs would have to hold him back from fighting them with his bare hands. if he managed to land a few punches on them after they left, it was none of his co-workers' business.

head chef!sukuna who would share cigarettes with you outside your shitty restaurant when shifts were done. he'd light yours for you, watch your face through the smoke. if he was in a particularly good mood he'd buy you a drink. he'd always drive you home himself regardless, didn't like the idea you taking the bus or walking the streets alone at night.

head chef!sukuna who would notice you glancing at his forearms, tattoos when he rolled up his sleeves, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks. he never hid his own gaze either, shamelessly staring at your legs in your skirt as you walked by or the way your shirt clung to your chest. even though you would roll your eyes when you caught him, he knew you were secretly pleased you caught his attention.

head chef!sukuna who would purposely give himself tiny injuries so you could fuss over him when you noticed. he liked the way your eyes would widen with worry at every small cut or burn on his hands, how unafraid you were to scold him for being careless. after you stuck bandaids on his bruises, he'd only pull you right back again, whisper in your ear to kiss them all better.

head chef!sukuna who woke you up at his place during wekeends with the smell of freshly made breakfast of all your favourites. you'd pad to the kitchen in his shirt, wrap your arms from behind and watch him cook over his broad shoulders. he'd lift pieces of food into your mouth with his hand, his gaze intense as you slowly licked off each of his fingers, feigning innocence. it would only be a matter of time before he'd curse, pick you up and take you back to his bed again, determined to not let you leave as you laughed.

"zuko."

"mm."

you sighed. the weight of zukos arms around your body and his torso nearly crushing you from behind didn't let you move even an inch from his bed. sunlight poured in through the latticed windows in his chambers. you could already tell it was well past the time a respectable fire lord would start the day and commit to his imperial duties. unfortunately, the fire lord in question couldn't seem to care less.

squirming in his hold, you managed to turn just enough to face him. his eyes were stubbornly shut, dark locks of hair messily falling over his forehead and sprawling across the pillows. you flicked his nose gently after you were able to wrestle your arm out of his embrace. he frowned, clinging to you tighter, making you smile helplessly.

"we cannot stay here forever, you know," you murmured softly, now stroking his cheek with your thumb. he subconsciously leaned towards your touch, chasing your warmth.

"yes, we can." his tone was low, stubborn. you huffed out a laugh. the sound made him finally open his eyes. the love in his gaze was sometimes overwhelming. you flushed under the scrutiny, turning shy like the two of you were still newlyweds.

zuko suddenly shifted, propping himself up by his elbows and trapping you underneath. the change made you startle as you stared up at him with wide eyes and barely concealed amusement. he frowned at you childishly. giggling at his expression, you cupped his face.

"cruel woman," he accused, his voice still gruff from sleep. "you command me to leave this bed and yet you tempt me so," he buried his nose in your neck, nuzzling your skin. "how do you expect me to leave when you act like this?"

"i do not know what you mean, husband," you feigned innocence. as he looked back up at you, you kissed his lips, soft as a feather and grinned, your gaze fond. he stared blankly, then cursed, his head falling on to your chest.

"look at what you've done to me. i must punish you for daring to weaken the fire lord so shamelessly."

your arms immediately came up to wrap around him, heart swelling with affection. your fingers carded through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. taking it as encouragement, he cuddled even closer, as if he wanted your bodies to become one. just before the two of you could go back to sleep, however, a series of knocks fell on the wooden doors, making zuko immediately groan.

"go," you kissed his hair, breathing in its scent of jasmine and sandalwood. he lifted his head just to stare petulantly, making you laugh. "and when you're done by sunset, i'll be waiting for you right here."

"swear it," he reluctantly got up just enough to look at you properly. capturing your wrist, he pressed his lips to your arm, travelling from the hollow of your elbow till your palm. "you'll be the only thing i think of even as i leave these chambers."

you smiled contentedly and nodded. "i swear."

"'kuna."

your husband said nothing. he merely continued to brush his horse down, barely acknowledging your presence behind him. your fingers fidgeted with your sleeve, nervous and guilty.

only an hour ago, you had argued with him openly in front of his men over something trivial. it should've occurred to you that something was wrong when he didn't even say a word in response. he only let you rant as he stood silent, jaw tightening. when you were done, you had just stormed off without giving him a chance to reply.

as your anger subsided, you had started to realize how he must have felt. being a formidable warrior with a fearsome reputation, sukuna never once showed a hint of weakness except with you. he had always been intimidating, terrifying, powerful. and there you were, undermining him with just an indignant lecture and no care at all for who he was with.

sukuna always met your fire with just as much ferocity. deep down, he loved to fight with you because he knew you could take whatever you dished out. the two of you would row it out until it ended in begrudging apologies and laughter while tangling under your sheets.

yet now, he didn't even deign to look at you. it hurt more than you could admit.

"'kuna, please," you pleaded softly, fingers brushing the muscles of his back. "truly i didn't mean to lose my temper, i'm sorry."

without him even turning, you knew the face he was making. eyes shut, teeth grinding, refusing to meet your eyes despite how much he might have wanted to. you didn't back down. a pout pulled your lips as your voice turned exaggeratedly plaintive.

"if i have offended my lord husband in any way, i wish to repent." your arms came around his torso, cheek resting against him. "it wasn't my place to speak to you that way," you murmured, coy, docile, so unlike yourself that sukuna would've laughed any other day. "i'll suffer any punishment you see fit."

still, he didn't move, though his hands almost paused, then tightened on the brush, resuming. you could feel his resolve breaking bit by bit, and you latched on to it.

"yell at me, curse me, scold me, do whatever you'd like to me," you walked around to face him, stood between his horse and his broad chest. you looked up at him through your lashes, then hugged him again as his whole body tensed up, still acting like you weren't there.

"just please, look at me again. i can't bear being apart from you."

after a few moments of tense silence, sukuna cursed under his breath and suddenly moved. strong arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, bringing you closer to him, and you hid a triumphant yet relieved smile.

"you provoke me, over and over again," he began, growling. "and the second i turn away from you, you cling like a vine." his fingers grabbed your face and forced it upwards as he glared down at you. "spoiled brat."

"will you forgive me?" you asked, voice muffled as he squished your cheeks. he let out an exasperated huff.

"let's see how i feel once i give you the punishment you so sweetly asked for," he pinched your ear and suppressed a smirk, making you whine. you didn't move away from him, though, content to be right where you were. and you suspected your husband was, too. no matter how mad he got, he was always weak for you in the end.

"be careful with that."

you rolled your eyes hard. "i know how to handle a blade, jay, relax."

"jus' making sure," jason smirked.

it was a friday night and neither of you had plans. so when you noticed the stubble shadowing your boyfriends jaw, naturally you took it as your opportunity to kill some time. your offer led to him skeptically handing you his razor and letting you perch on his lap as he sat on a stool in the bathroom. he gazed up at you with amusement and exasperation both as you gently dragged the blades edge across his cheek, scraping the shaving foam off.

large hands travelled slowly up your thighs and settled on your hips. you bit your lip in concentration, barely noticing jasons thumbs caressing your sides. slow strokes of the razor down his jaw left behind clear skin. you pressed your hips to his as you moved closer. a low grunt left his lips.

"don't tempt me while you have a blade to my neck."

you suppressed the urge to grin. "one track mind, huh?" you teased, shifting more deliberately just to tease him, earning a half-hearted glare.

"brat."

"hush, let me concentrate."

minutes passed in comfortable silence, save for the buzz of led lights and the occasional scratch as you continued to shave. at some point, jason's eyes began to close. his head rested against the bathroom wall, exposing his neck for you. a small smile pulled his lips, completely content with you in his arms.

getting the last bits of hair off, you grabbed a pair of wipes and cleaned his face with a bit of aftershave. jason peeked through a half lidded eye as you inspected your work. satisfied, you pressed a kiss to his jaw and moved to get off his lap. "all done."

"hold on," jason dragged you back easily to straddle him again. "i haven't paid you for your service yet."

you raised an eyebrow playfully, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "yeah?"

"yeah," he murmured, his stare dropping to your mouth. "you did such a good job, baby, i gotta show you my appreciation."

"i'm also gonna need a tip, you know," you brushed your lips against his, just close enough but still too far. he narrowed his eyes and fully kissed you, firm. you hummed, pleased, clutching him tighter.

"oh, i'll give you more than just the tip," he replied in between, half serious, pulling your waist to him. you laughed out loud.

"you're so corny," you giggled. a yelp stumbled out of you as he abruptly stood up with you still clinging to him. his hands gripped your thighs as he walked to the bedroom while you continued to laugh. the sound made his gaze soften. he let out an amused huff despite himself and simply held on to you closer.

"would you quit it already, woman?"

you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. thick muscle marked with lines of dark ink rippled under your palms as you lathered more sunscreen onto sukuna's back.

the heat of the sun was almost oppressive outside the merciful shade of your umbrella fixed in the sand. if only your idiot husband understood that the very real danger of skin cancer did not make an exception for him.

satori gojo who was always touching you. whether it's an arm around your shoulders, or resting her head on your lap while she hugs your middle, or cuddling in your bed, perfectly content as though it were hers. when it was cold, she'd shove her hands under your shirt, insisting she needed your warmth. if she saw you from behind, she'd hug you firmly, grope your tits and mumble about how soft you felt, ignoring your squeak of protest.

satori gojo who hated every man you dated. she'd roll her eyes with contempt whenever you mentioned a guy you were talking to. at parties, she'd pull you away from conversations with other people, make sure you stuck by her side. you'd complain that she was too possessive but satori never listened. as long as everyone else knew you were hers, she didn't care.

satori gojo who took every chance to spoil you. she'd barge into your room and drag you out, drive you around, take you shopping. she always picked outfits for you, convincing you she knew what looked best on you, which just happened to be the shortest clothes she found. when you went in the trial room, she'd simply follow with an innocent smile. she'd offer to help you change, saying it was fine since both of you were best friends. although you'd argue that her slipping your panties down and pocketing them with half-hearted promises of buying you new ones wasn't entirely platonic.

satori gojo who loved to tease you. she'd laugh as you got flustered whenever she leaned in too close, whispered compliments in your ear or grabbed your hips and waist as she pleased. you looked so pretty to her when you blushed, only making her want to bully you more. she'd use her height and strength over you to her advantage, caging you against walls or counters, picking you up, moving you around like you weighed nothing. of course you let her every time. you'd never admit out loud it's because you loved her hands on you.

satori gojo who constantly wanted your attention, your affection, and your praise. she lived to get your approval. all her outfits were picked out with care and the thought of you staring at her chest that day. academics was never an obstacle to her, but she visibly put more effort around you because she knew how you appreciated it. she loved when you fussed over her, worrying if she'd get sick, if she hadn't eaten, ensuring she was taken care of. satori often teased you when you did, called you her pretty little wife. if only you knew how much she wished it was more than just an inside joke. little did she know how you wished for the same thing too.

✧.* tags: baby daddy!sukuna | boyfriend!satoru | milf!reader ✧.*

the sound of sukuna's knuckles against your apartment door echoed through the empty hallway. his jaw tightened with irritation the longer it took for you to open.

he knew damn well you were in there, music from some children's show blaring from inside, the patter of small feet running around the floor accompanied by giggling. you'd never leave your son alone, so what the hell was taking you so-

"...can i help you?"

a vein twitched under sukuna's forehead as he stared at the ugly ass man who had unlocked the door, not the beautiful woman who he once called his girlfriend, the mother to his child.

he was tall; not as much as sukuna though, he noted as a small triumph. lean muscle flexed through his whorish compression shirt, abs peeking through where it slightly rode up above his gray sweatpants. white locks of hair fell like a mop over piercing blue eyes and his stupid mug as he lazily looked sukuna up and down like he was the intruder.

"i'm here for my son," sukuna gritted out, not wanting to find out who the man was, quickly realising you'd kept yourself real busy since the two of you broke up.

"can you get the fuck out of the way, i need to pick him up for the weekend. where the hell is his mom anyway?" he craned his head to peer inside, growing more irate by the second.

"ahh, you're sukuna," your new boytoy, sukuna assumed, grinned, knowing, still annoyingly in the way. the casual use of his first name grated on sukuna's nerves. "i'm gojo. she told me a lot about you, you know." sukuna didn't know if he felt elated or suspicious at the idea.

spiderman!yuji who loved knocking on the window of your apartment during patrol nights. you'd quickly go to open the window with a smile, allowing him to slip inside your room. he'd stare at you in your tiny pajamas and pull you to him with a shot of his webs. he'd tug the bottom half of his mask up, peppering your face with kisses. you'd giggle, squirm, protest weakly, insist you had to study. it always ended in the two of you making out in your bed until he had to reluctantly leave, but not without a final smack of his lips on yours before leaping away.

spiderman!yuji who insisted on carrying you to places. he'd hold you tight in his arms, grin boyishly even through the mask and whisper to you to hold on tight. your arms held tightly around his neck as one of his secured your waist. you never dared to look down, hiding your face in his shoulder as he swung from building to building, wind whipping against your body. yet you still trusted him instinctively, knew in your heart he'd never let you fall.

spiderman!yuji who knew you liked his muscles and gazed at them constantly. he took any excuse to flex them, attempting and failing at subtlety. you would've laughed in his face if it hadn't actually worked in attracting you. he'd do pushups right when he knew you were looking, biting your lip unconsciously. it sometimes freaked you out how unnaturally strong he was, lifting people, cars, parts of fallen buildings like it was nothing. he loved showing off his strength to his pretty girl. every time he came to you with his mask off, sweaty, muscles bulging through the suit, he'd look pleased as you seemed on the verge of pouncing on him.

spiderman!yuji who would snicker to himself as he heard your friends loudly talk about his vigilante persona - how charming he was, what his real identity is, how handsome he surely must be. you'd only remark casually, trying to hide your blush as your boyfriend listened in from the table across in the cafeteria with a shit eating grin.

spiderman!yuji who always made sure you were safe during any attack. he searched for you first, carried you to someplace less dangerous. he'd tell you firmly to stay put, call out for him if you were in trouble. even during fights he'd somehow manage to keep an eye on you. something in his chest always pulled him back to you, no matter what he was up against. you'd brush his concerns off before he left, only told him to be careful and watch his back. he'd smile then, cocky and mischievous. "i can't lose when my girl's watching me."