Ryomen Sukuna Fem!reader

🔍︎ — ryomen sukuna ✰ fem!reader

♯ — sukuna comforting you at a haunted house

∎ — 0.3k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — my apologies if this was too short i didn't have anything else to think of. otherwise, please enjoy!

“i don’t think this is a good idea.” you said, as a worried tone inhabited your throat. sukuna looked back at you, taking in your scared tone and expression. “it’s just a house, darling. what you’re scared of houses now?” he questionably cooed in your ear, whilst looking up at the worn down house. “it’s not just a house, sukuna!” you exclaimed, grappling onto his arm that was shoved in his pocket.

the house was indeed a haunted house. you could identify it just by looking at it. it’s broken windows, cobwebs growing all around the house being populated by spiders, the broken concrete walkway and the unkept grassland, the rusty pipes that become corroded over time. yes, it was indeed a haunted house, and it made a terrible sensation in your stomach.

“what, you scared?” he asked, bending his knees to become eye level to you. you averted eye contact with your boyfriend as you muttered, “you didn’t catch onto that yet?” sukuna chuckled loudly, admiring your wonderful features glistening in the moonlight. “it was just a joke baby. besides, what scary monster is going to get you inside of this house besides me?” he asked, as he snaked a hand around your waist. you blushed at his actions as you grappled onto his shirt. 

“‘kuna, i don’t want to do this anymore.” you said, beginning to sob in his shirt. “aw, what’s the matter? too scary for ya?” he mockingly questioned. real tears began to form in your eyes as you looked up. his vermillion eyes met with your wet, glossy ones. his cocky expression began to falter as he realized those were real tears forming in your eyes.

“hey hey hey hey baby. it’s okay.” sukuna said reassuringly as he hugged you. you returned the favor, wrapping your hands around his waist and pulling him in. “so needy sometimes.” he tsked as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “you wanna go get takeout and we can watch scary movies at home?” he questioned, looking at your beginning to dry eyes. “mhm.” you hummed, intertwining your hand with his. he smirked as he placed another kiss on your forehead.

“hey, i love you.” he mumbled so only the two of you could hear. “love you too.” you replied, holding his hand tightly.

“i’ll always protect you.” he mumbled. “i promise.”

© — originally posted by @k-3nt0: please do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarize.

(reblogs are appreciated)!

toji fushiguro who hears from gojo satoru that there is a pretty little nun working at the church that is around the corner.

toji fushiguro who starts going to church every sunday after hearing that information and participating in the wednesday classes also.

toji fushiguro who frequently helps out at the church doing basic chores just to get closer to you.

toji fushiguro who's cock hardens within his dress pants when he sees you in the crowd of the choir, waiting to perform as a group.

toji fushiguro who tries to suppress his extreme hunger and desire for you once church ends.

toji fushiguro who stays late at night at the church to clean up to get ready for wednesday and next week.

toji fushiguro who has you bent over a desk in the priest's office because he couldn't contain himself around you anymore.

toji fushiguro who puts puts his hand on your throats and jerks it back to see your face and the pretty little expressions that are being engraved on your face.

toji fushiguro who's pace starts to become more faster and desperate and start to hit every deep spot inside of you that makes you go insane.

toji fushiguro who makes you cum in a matter of minutes all over the priest's chair and desk.

toji fushiguro who calls you a 'dirty girl' after looking at the mess he made you create.

toji fushiguro who helps you clean the priest's office as he takes you to his house for round two.

🔍︎ | leone abbacchio ✰ fem!reader

% | you and abbacchio were riding a bus together and he decided to listen to some tunes.

& | 0.2k ✰ fluff

$ | was thinking about this and decided to put it into words! and i apologize for the theme changes, just trying out something new until it sticks.

just imagine you and abbacchio sitting on a bus waiting for it to stop at your destination and he just pulls out earbuds from his bag. of course, he’s a music kind of guy and he loves his peace and quiet—with his tunes—but for some reason he didn't put the other earbud in.

he looks over to you, admiring your resting figure as he gently taps on your hand, hoping you’d wake up.

your sleepy eyes became wide again as you looked up at abbacchio—his purple hair tied up into a messy bun, his black hoodie that covers all of his body except his hands with his smooth touch, his black pants hugging his thighs ever so godly that it looks like he had been carved by professional sculptors. his golden eyes gazed upon you.

“wanna listen?” he asked, holding his other earbud in his hand. you blinked up at him, confused at what he was asking you because of your interrupted slumber.

you took the earbud out of his hand and placed it in your ear, satisfied at what he was listening too. he smiled in delight as he leaned against the window of the bus.

you began to fall asleep to the soft jazz that was playing on abbacchio’s phone. he felt a light thump on his shoulder and looked next to him to see your sleeping figure.

“cute,” he muttered underneath his breath so only the two of you could hear. “so damn cute.”

he then laid a hand on yours and put his head on yours as you both fell asleep to the sound of jazz music playing in your ear.

the bus driver had to wake you two up because you missed your stop.

produced by @k-3nt0 — please do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarize.

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — choso spending too much time on his game.

∎ — 1k ✰ fluff & slight angst (mentions of intimacy & cursing).

ⅲ — i love choso so i decided to write this. please enjoy!

the sounds of your frustrated boyfriend emitted from your shared room. he was once—again—playing the same damn game for hours at a time. he's been lacking at giving you attention, and you're starting to feel distant from the relationship. 

a feeling deep inside of your heart is crumbling down to the bare bone to the point where you don't know what to feel anymore. as you stare away from afar—silently watching choso's fingers move against the various colored buttons on the controller—the pit in your heart starts getting colder and colder, breaking and breaking until there's nothing left but an empty, black void. 

he didn't even know that you were staring at him, nor did he notice your presence. his rgb headphones were placed over his head tightly, tight enough so he couldn't hear his surroundings. 

you watched as his digits moved quicker against the buttons, signaling that he was close to finishing the game. his fingers moving quickly reminded you of the previous, intimate moments the two of you had together during the times that he actually paid attention to you. now it's just "win this win that" all week long; all month long. 

"shit." that slur snapped you back into reality, finally hearing choso's voice after two hours of him focusing on the screen that was in front of him. he took his headphones off and hung them on the stand that was located on the desk. 

choso leaned back to the point where his back was on your shared mattress—it soaking up the scent of choso in remembrance. you shifted inside of your shared room as you looked at him with glossy eyes, those starting to dry. 

"hey baby," he said, as he got up from his previous position to look you in the eyes. those eyes, those damn eyes. eyes that have been burned a different shade of purple because of looking at that screen for hours at a day. those eyes who have all the emotions in them: sadness, happiness, lust, disgust, laughter. those eyes that have been ignoring your gaze for multiple weeks at end. those eyes; choso's eyes. 

"hey, what's the matter?" he asked, resting his elbows on his knees, not breaking eye contact with you. you snapped out of reality as you stared at his eyes. 

"n-nothing." you fiddled with your fingers attempting not to break down in tears right in front of him. choso huffed, "there is something wrong. you've been ignoring me ever since i bought this new setup." 

you thought to yourself, "no, you've been ignoring me ever since you got that new setup." you attempted to say a word, but it came out in broken syllables. it's come to a point where you can't even speak to your boyfriend without breaking down. cracks were building up in that dam you created in your heart, not wanting to tell choso the truth. 

"i-i have?" you questioned. "'m so sorry, choso."to be honest, it hurt when you said his name. it's come to the point where you don't even want to say his name anymore. 

suddenly, the feeling of warmth surrounded you. you felt like you were in hell, but more peacefully. it surrounded you, everywhere. every single atom in your body succumbed to the warmth that unreasonably came to you. 

"y/n, please, just tell me." choso gripped his arms around you tighter as you sobbed into his shirt. the same shirt that you used to wear to bed. the same shirt he fucked you in for multiple occasions. the same shirt that you washed and dried just for him (and you) to wear. "you, choso." you managed to mutter out into his shirt. "you are the matter." 

you started to fist his shirt—anger was taking control now. you felt choso's eyes widened as he looked at you. those eyes of his were now saddened, but slightly confused. 

"me?" he questioned himself, almost mockingly. "yes, you!" you exclaimed, punching him on his chest with intent to leave a bruise. "what have i done, sweetheart?" he asked, putting both of his large hands on your shoulders. 

you looked at him, those now dried eyes beginning to have a slight wetness to them. "ever since you bought that game, you've been ignoring me! you've been ignoring my cooking, my offerings, my love! everything!" you let all those feelings rush out at you all at once. choso took in what you said—like the good boyfriend he was aiming to be. 

"baby, why didn't you tell me sooner?" choso asked, caressing your cheek in his hand and rubbing the excess salty tears off your face. "y-you wouldn't listen to me sooner." choso sighed, "of course i would've. you could've just turned off my game and i would transfer all of my attention over to you." 

you gulped. 

you've seen how men (especially boys) act when their game gets turned off mid-round. you saw how angry they got and how their mood would change immediately. "it would be risky." you said. "risky?" he asked with a questionable expression. "how would that be risky, baby?" he asked yet again, looking at you with now confused eyes. 

you chuckled in your hand, "you would get all cranky 'n stuff." choso grinned, "cranky? me?" you two began laughing again, savoring the moment before his game automatically went to the title screen. 

"baby, i promise i won't make the same mistake again. if i do, i give you permission to slap me." you awed, "permission to slap the choso kamo?" you questioned. he nodded his head in confirmation as you giggled and ran away from his grasp. 

"dinner is ready! don’t be late mr. choso." you said as you ran down the stairs giggling all the way down. 

he sighed into his palm that was collectively held up by his knee as he sat down. he turned off his set up and closed the door to your shared room. 

"typical y/n." he murmured to himself as he made his way down to eat your delicious cooking.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro ✰ fem!reader (all separately).

♯ — what you get them for christmas.

∎ — 0.3k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — BOOM BOOM GLACK. HAPPY CHRISTMAS (EVE) EVERYONE!

✰ satoru gojo: chocolate. gojo is really big on sweets. you see him gnawing on a lollipop or a chocolate bar here and there—and you see him pout when his candy supply runs low. so, you decided, this christmas you were going to give him a heart shaped like a chocolate. sure, it would be gone in a matter of minutes (probably seconds), but seeing his eyes light up when you handed him the gift was so worth it. 

✰ suguru geto: 64-pack of hair ties. geto loses his hair ties frequently, begging you to let him use yours on days end. that’s why this christmas, you decided to give him at least a month's worth of hair ties. even though he enjoys using your personal ones, he is very thankful that you gave him a limited supply of hair ties. he would give you a small smile as he accepts the offering.

✰ kento nanami: books. you know kento is a big reader. in his free time, you often see him lounging on the couch reading a book that he deeply enjoys. his coffee in his right hand and his book in his left. kento has been looking a little dull lately ever since he finished all his books. so this year, you decided to give him enough books to last him until he goes into his dull state again. he gives you a soft smile and embraces you into a hug.

✰ toji fushiguro: a 12-pack case of beer.

i know it sounds really off for a christmas present, but i feel like he would be really happy with it. he would just scan the package and wonder what's inside of it. once he opens it, it finally reveals the prize. he would kiss you on your forehead and say, “you know me so well.” 

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

nanami kento who comes home and opens the pantry in his house to see the pantry filled to the brim with his favorite type of bread. his jaw drops to the floor, his eyes pop out of their sockets, his mouth wide open in astonishment and he nearly passes out seeing the wonderful sight that was presented in front of his eyes.