Trouble // Diavolo

Trouble // Diavolo

( ♡ ) pairing : Diavolo x human!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, human!reader,, age gap , NOT PROOF READ , this is happening in lessons 56 so if you didn't reach that lesson read at your own risk , Diavolo POV

" I've known you for quite some time now , yet there's still so much I don't know about you , isn't there ? " I chuckle softly and look up at the sky. After a short moment of admiring the night sky, I look back at her and carefully observe her gentle features illuminated by the moonlight "If you're open to it, I would really enjoy the chance to do these things with you more often. It would be wonderful to spend more time together. " I said and could feel my cheeks burning red .

I gathered all my courage and blurted out, " [name], I have something important to tell you." The weight of my words hung heavy in the air as I paused, feeling my heart race in my chest. The world seemed to grow smaller, suffocating me. I could feel the intensity of my emotions threatening to spill over, consuming me entirely.

"The truth is..." I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands trembled, and I instinctively reached out to squeeze her hand tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance. The warmth of her touch provided a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos swirling within me. But as I looked down at our intertwined fingers, I couldn't bring myself to meet her gaze.

My palms grew clammy, and a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face. The fear of rejection gnawed at my insides, threatening to unravel the fragile thread holding my emotions together. Doubts and insecurities flooded my mind, questioning whether I was making a mistake by baring my soul to her. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if I ruined our friendship? What if I ruined everything ?

But then, as if sensing my turmoil, I saw her smiling at me. That smile... it was like a beacon of hope, a lifeline in the midst of my stormy sea of emotions. It was a smile that had the power to melt away my fears and doubts, reminding me of the countless moments we had shared together. It was that smile that had first captivated me, that had ignited a spark within me, leading me down this treacherous path. Then I remembered when she first smiled at me . She smiled, and I knew… I was in trouble

In that moment, the weight on my shoulders seemed to lighten, and a sense of clarity washed over me. I realized that no matter the outcome, our connection was worth the risk. The love I felt for her was too powerful to be contained any longer.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs and steady my racing heart. With a newfound determination, I finally confessed, "I love you." The words hung in the air, vulnerable and raw, as I awaited her response, hoping against hope that she would reciprocate the depth of my feelings.

In that moment, time stood still. The world around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a fragile bubble of anticipation.

I could feel the warmth of her touch as she cupped my cheeks, her eyes filled with tenderness and understanding. In that moment, it felt as though she could see straight into my soul, calming the storm of emotions swirling within me.

Her gentle gaze was like a soothing balm, easing the tension in my body and filling me with a sense of peace. I couldn't help but be drawn in by the depth of her gaze .

As our lips met, it felt like the world around us disappeared. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a rush of euphoria unlike anything I had ever experienced before. In that moment, it was just the two of us, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

As we pulled away, our eyes locked in a silent understanding of the depth of our connection. I knew then that this was just the beginning of something truly special, a love that would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

With a smile that reached her eyes, she whispered, "I love you." And in that moment, I knew that I had found my soulmate, my partner in life, and my forever love.

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Him & I

( ♡ ) pairing : Bonten!Sanzu x fem!Bonten!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, explicit content , mention of drugs , smoking , illegal substances , substances abuse

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is literally my experience and I just made it a Sanzu x reader 😭😭

— " You ever had a night that starts out all wrong but ends up being the best of your life?" Sanzu asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Can't say I have," you replied, watching him carefully. Sanzu Haruchiyo was known for his wild ideas, and that glint usually meant trouble. But tonight, you were feeling adventurous.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, let me tell you, this might just be one of those nights."

The neon lights of the city danced in the puddles on the sidewalk as you turned down an alley, the rain-soaked concrete shimmering like a disco floor. The air had the scent of rain and something else, something sweet and pungent that you couldn't quite place. Sanzu grinned, leading the way into the heart of the Bonten's territory.

You entered a dimly lit room, the walls plastered with posters of old-school rock bands and graffiti that told stories of rebellion and freedom. The air was thick with smoke, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the space. A few faces turned your way, but the atmosphere remained relaxed, almost welcoming.

Sanzu gestured to a corner booth, where a man in a leather jacket sat, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He nodded at you, and Sanzu slid in opposite him, patting the seat next to him. "This is our guy," he said, and the man slid a small plastic bag across the table.

Inside were three tiny pills. LSD, ecstasy, and a strain of marijuana so potent it was known as Dragon's Breath. Your heart raced at the sight of them, a mix of excitement and nerves. This was definitely not your typical Friday night.

With a wink, Sanzu popped one of each into his mouth and washed them down with a swig of beer "You in?" he asked, holding out the bag to you.

You took a deep breath and made your decision "Why not?" you said, and swallowed the pills with a mouthful of vodka, your nose scrunching at the burn of the alcohol on your throat .

The man in the leather jacket chuckled, lighting up a fresh joint "You two are in for a ride," he said, and the flame from his lighter briefly illuminated the glee in his eyes.

The first effects of the LSD began to tickle the edges of your consciousness. The colors grew more vivid, and the patterns on the posters started to move, swirling like a psychedelic kaleidoscope. Sanzu's eyes were wide with excitement, his pupils dilated to pinpricks. He leaned back in his seat, a contented smile spreading across his face.

The ecstasy hit you next, a warm, tingly sensation that started in your toes and worked its way up to your fingertips. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been draped in a warm, velvety blanket. The laughter in the room grew more infectious, and you found yourself grinning at the simplest of things: a joke, a shared glance, the way the light reflected off the chrome of the bar.

Then came the marijuana. The smoke from Sanzu's joint curled around you like a serpent, and you took a tentative puff. The dragon's breath filled your lungs with a warm, spicy smoke that seemed to expand your chest and clear your mind. Time stretched out, and the conversations around you turned into a symphony of words and laughter.

Sanzu's hand tapped a rhythm on the table, his fingers leaving trails of light in their wake. You watched, fascinated, as the light danced and swirled, creating intricate patterns that were impossible to look away from. The man in the leather jacket leaned in, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're just getting started," he said, and his voice echoed in your head like a whispered secret.

The night grew wilder, the music more intense, and the lights began to pulse in time with the beating of your heart. The walls of the room melted away, and suddenly your were in the middle of a rainstorm, the droplets falling in sync with the bassline. Sanzu looked at you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and something else, something deeper that you couldn't quite put my finger on.

After taking a hit from the Dragon's Breath marijuana, reality becomes even more distorted, with time stretching and sounds synesthetically blending with the visuals. The setting becomes increasingly surreal, with the music and lights seemingly controlling the environment, and Sanzu's behavior hinting at an underlying meaning or purpose to the night's events. The narrative builds to a crescendo of sensory overload.

"You okay?" he shouted over the din, his voice distorted by the pounding music.

Your nodded, the smile on your face feeling like it was painted on with a brush made of pure joy. "Better than okay," you yelled back.

And with that, you let the night take you, spinning you through a whirlwind of colors, sounds, and emotions that defied description. You danced and talked and laughed until the world outside the club ceased to exist, and all that remained was the rhythm of the music and the promise of a bond forged in a haze of chemical euphoria.

The walls of the club grew more fluid, the patterns swirling like a living painting. The music pulsed through you, each beat a heartbeat of the city itself. The faces around you grew more distorted, morphing into masks of pure emotion, a reflection of the chaos and beauty that lay within you all.

As the night progressed, the boundaries between reality and hallucination blurred. You stumbled into the bathroom, the harsh fluorescent lights casting monstrous shadows on the walls. In the mirror, you reflection stared back, a twisted, grinning caricature of yourself . Sanzu leaned in, his reflection rippling like water. "You ready for the real adventure?"

With a mischievous grin, he produced a handful of tiny paper tabs, each one inscribed with an intricate design. "These are the VIP passes," he shouted over the music. "They'll take us to the real party."

You swallowed the tabs, and the world outside the bathroom grew distant, the sounds of the club fading into a dull hum. The lights grew brighter, the colors more intense, until everything was a blur of sensation. You stumbled back into the throng of the dance floor, the music now a living entity that had consumed the very essence of the night.

As the LSD reached its peak, the club transformed into a surreal wonderland. The dancers became a sea of flowing fabric and limbs, moving as one to the rhythm of the bass. The air was electric with energy, and you felt as if you could reach out and pluck stars from the sky. Sanzu's hand found yours , and together you were pulled along by the current of the experience, your laughter echoing through the maze of light and sound.

The night grew deeper, the colors more vivid, and the lines between reality and fantasy grew thinner. You danced on rooftops and swam in rivers of neon. You talked to gods and whispered secrets to the stars.

In the quiet moments between the peaks of euphoria, you could feel the threads of the universe weaving themselves into a new pattern, one that included you in ways you hadn't anticipated.

The night had become a canvas, and you were the paint, mixing with the colors of the city to create a masterpiece that was both your salvation and your damnation.

You and Sanzu navigating the increasingly surreal and intense experiences brought on by the drugs, all while being drawn deeper into the enigmatic and often dangerous world of Bonten. The tale weaves a complex dance of friendship, loyalty, and the pursuit of pleasure in the face of an ever-shifting reality. Each step they take together will bring you closer to the truth of who they are and what you're capable of, as you grapple with the consequences of your wild night out.

The VIP tabs hit you like a tidal wave of color and sound. The club walls melted away, revealing a hidden chamber beneath the city's streets. The air was charged with an energy so potent it made your hair stand on end. Sanzu's grip on your hand tightened as you descended a staircase that seemed to stretch on forever, the bass from the music above pounding like a heartbeat beneath your feet.

The underground room was a cavern of debauchery, a place where the city's elite had come to indulge in their darkest desires. The air was thick with the scent of opulence and danger, a heady mix that made my heart race even faster. Sanzu looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a wild excitement that was both infectious and terrifying. "Welcome to the real Bonten," he shouted over the cacophony.

The faces in the crowd were a blur of power and madness, their smiles a mix of greed and hunger. They moved in a way that defied logic, their bodies contorting and merging with the shadows that danced on the walls. The music here was different, a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very core of your being. You could feel the beat in your chest, in your bones, as if it were a part of you.

As the effects of the LSD peaked, the walls of the cavern began to pulse and breathe, the very air around you shimmering with a psychedelic glow. Sanzu and you danced among the throng, lost in the rhythm, your movements as fluid and unpredictable as the patterns of light that played across our skin. The boundaries of your bodies dissolved, and for a brief, glorious moment, you were one with the music, one with the night.

The ecstasy heightened every sensation, making the tactile world around you feel like a lover's caress. The fabric of your clothes seemed to whisper secrets, the floor beneath you a sea of warm, welcoming embraces. And the marijuana, oh, the marijuana. It wrapped you in a warm, fuzzy blanket of contentment, smoothing the edges of your consciousness until everything was soft and gentle.

But amidst the chaos, there was order. The Bonten's influence was everywhere, a silent, unseen force that guided the ebb and flow of the party. Sanzu whispered in your ear, his voice a mix of awe and terror. "This is just the beginning," he said.

The lights grew dimmer as the music grew more primal, the bass vibrating through the very marrow of our bones. The room's walls seemed to pulse with the rhythm, the patterns weaving in and out of existence like a serpent's dance. The air grew thick with the scent of desire, a musky perfume that filled your nostrils and coiled around your hearts.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, revealing a stage of velvet and chrome. On it, a group of figures moved in a mesmerizing ballet of flesh and light. Sanzu's hand released yours, and without a word, he led you to the center of the floor. The dancers circled you, their movements fluid and sinuous, each one a study in the art of seduction.

Your hearts pounded in sync with the music, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as the scene unfolded. You were no longer just observers; you had become the center of the performance, the living embodiment of the night's decadence. The LSD painted the scene in a kaleidoscope of colors, each touch, each caress, a symphony of sensation that transcended the physical.

The onlookers' eyes were glued to you, their faces a blur of lust and envy. The boundary between reality and fantasy had shattered, leaving you in a realm where the only truth was the here and now. Sanzu's eyes searched yours , the question in them as clear as the crystal chandeliers hanging above: How far are we willing to go?

The touches grew bolder, the whispers of the dancers' fingers tracing patterns of fire across your skin. The barrier between you and the Bonten's elite blurred as we danced, a silent agreement forming in the space between your breaths. This was your world now, a place where the only law was the beat of the music and the whims of your desires.

Your movements grew more intimate, your bodies entwined as if you had been lovers for a hundred lifetimes. The room spun around you, a whirlwind of limbs and light that seemed to carry you away from the mundane and into the realm of the divine. The dancers' eyes never left you, their expressions a mix of envy and admiration, as if you had unlocked the secret to the universe itself.

The air grew hot, the scent of arousal permeating the room. Sanzu's hand slid down your back, his touch a promise of what was to come. The line between friendship and something deeper had been crossed, and there was no going back.

The climax of the night was upon us, the music reaching a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. The dancers closed in, their bodies pressing against you, a tapestry of flesh that threatened to consume you whole. And in that moment, as the world around you reached a fever pitch, you were no longer just two souls lost in a sea of debauchery. You were the embodiment of the Bonten's power, the living proof of their dominion over the night.

As the music reached its peak, the dancers retreated, leaving you alone in the center of the room. The lights grew brighter, the colors more intense, and for a brief, glorious moment, you were the king and queen of that psychedelic wonderland.

But the comedown was already creeping in, the shadows at the edge of your vision growing longer, the colors starting to fade. The reality of what you had done, what you had become, began to seep into your consciousness like a chilling embrace.

The party continued around you , the music and lights a constant reminder of the delirious high you had just experienced. But as the drugs began to lose their grip, the weight of your choices settled heavily on your shoulders. The night had changed you, and as you stumbled out into the cold light of dawn, you knew that you could never truly go back to the person you had been before.

The city looked different now, its edges sharper, its secrets laid bare. The Bonten had claimed you, body and soul, and there was no escape from the path you had chosen. The sun rose over the skyline, a fiery phoenix heralding the dawn of a new day, but for the two of you , the night had only just begun.

You stumbled through the streets, your hearts racing from the residual effects of the ecstasy, the LSD's grip on your minds slowly loosening. The world was a canvas of pastel hues, the neon lights of the night giving way to the soft glow of the early morning. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the club's underbelly.

Sanzu looked at you, his pupils still dilated, his eyes swimming with the remnants of the night's excesses. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

You nodded, though you wasn't entirely sure. The reality of what you had done was setting in, a sobering realization that lingered like the aftertaste of a bittersweet cocktail. The intimacy you had shared in that chamber, the way your bodies had moved together, it was more than just a dance. It was a declaration of belonging, a silent pact sealed with a kiss of fire and desire.

As you walked, the city's sounds grew more distinct, the cacophony of the night giving way to the gentle murmur of the waking world. The sirens and laughter of the night before were replaced by the distant chirping of birds and the hum of early morning traffic. The people you passed looked at you with a mix of curiosity and contempt, your disheveled appearances a stark contrast to the pristine façade of the new day.

You reached the edge of the Bonten's domain, the opulent buildings giving way to the gritty streets of the real world. Sanzu stopped, his hand still in yours, and turned to face you. "You know what we did back there," he said, his voice a mix of awe. "We can't unsee it, unfeel it."

You looked into his eyes, the unspoken question hanging in the air between you. What did this mean for you? For your friendship?

You stepped into the daylight, your shadows stretching out before you like fingers reaching for the horizon. The world felt different now, forever changed by the night's events. You had danced with the devil, and now you bore the marks of your transgressions. The city was no longer just a backdrop to your lives; it was a living, breathing entity that had swallowed you whole and spit you back out, forever altered by the taste of its chaotic embrace.

Sanzu squeezed your hand, a silent promise that you would navigate these uncharted waters together. You were no longer just members of the same crew; you were partners in a dance that had no end, a dance that would define you for the rest of your lives.

The sun grew brighter, the colors more vivid, as you stepped into the light. The streets of the city stretched out before you, a labyrinth of possibilities that you were now inextricably linked to. The night had been a wild ride, a journey through the looking glass, and now, as the drugs' grip on your minds slowly loosened, you had to face the reflection staring back at you.

What you had done in that chamber was not just a fleeting moment of passion; it was a declaration of your place in the Bonten's world. You were part of the fabric of their power, the living embodiment of their dark allure. And as you walked away from the shadows, the sun on your faces, you knew that you could never truly escape the night that had claimed you.

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Not the time to think about it

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player! Ryomen Sukunax fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, smoking, 4 years age gap, kinda sad , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : HELP I LOVE BASKETBALL AU SUKUNA 💔

The Beginning of the End

Sukuna Ryomen had always been the center of attention. At 22, he was already a rising star in professional basketball. His towering frame, undeniable skill, and bad-boy charm made him irresistible to fans and especially women. With his broad shoulders, chiseled jawline, and eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of danger, Sukuna had left behind a trail of broken hearts. To him, relationships were fleeting; love, a momentary distraction. He had never met anyone who could hold his interest for more than a night, let alone a lifetime.

Enter [name].

You were 18, and unlike anyone Sukuna had ever encountered. You were a quiet, studious girl, majoring in pharmaceutical health at the university. Your figure caught the eye of many, but it was your gentle nature that made you stand out. With [color] eyes that always seemed to radiate kindness, you were the opposite of the women who usually crowded Sukuna’s life.

You met by chance at a university charity event where Sukuna had been invited as a guest. You were there volunteering, organizing medical booths and speaking about health awareness. Sukuna, uninterested in the event itself, was walking aimlessly when his eyes landed on you. You stood out in the sea of faces, your simple beauty, combined with an aura of genuine warmth, drawing him in.

He approached you with his usual swagger, expecting to win you over with little effort.

“Do you follow basketball?” he asked, flashing his signature smirk.

You looked up at him, blinking in confusion. “Not really. I’m more into medicine.”

Your response took him by surprise. You didn’t fawn over him like most girls did, and that piqued his interest.

“I’m Sukuna,” he said, as if that name alone would be enough.

You smiled politely “I’m [name] . Nice to meet you.”

A Dangerous Game

From that moment, Sukuna found himself drawn to you. You were kind and unaffected by his fame, which only intrigued him further. He began pursuing you, using every trick in the book—late-night texts, surprise visits to your campus, even bringing you small gifts. At first, you kept your distance, wary of his reputation as a “player.”

But Sukuna was persistent. His charm, coupled with his unexpected vulnerability when he was with you, slowly wore down your walls. You began to see glimpses of a man behind the star athlete—a man who was lonely, who craved more than just the superficial adoration that surrounded him.

As weeks turned into months, you fell for him. You saw beyond his cocky exterior, discovering a man capable of deep passion, but also burdened with emotional scars. Sukuna, in turn, found himself caring for you more than he had ever cared for anyone. You brought a sense of calm to his chaotic life, and he often found himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, you were different.

However, no matter how much he tried to change, the nature of his world—of fleeting encounters and transient affections—kept pulling him back. Sukuna was like a moth drawn to the flame of his old habits, unable to break free entirely.

The Collapse

For you, being with Sukuna was like living in a dream. He was everything you had never expected to fall for—dangerous, exciting, unpredictable. Yet, there was a darkness beneath the surface. You knew he had a history, that he had hurt women before, but you believed that you could be the one to change him.

But old habits die hard.

Sukuna’s world remained one of temptation. After a game one night, Sukuna found himself surrounded by fans, women who threw themselves at him, reminding him of how easy things used to be before you. He didn’t mean to betray you, but one night after an away game, fueled by alcohol and the excitement of a win, Sukuna ended up spending the night with someone else.

It was a mistake, and the guilt hit him hard. He wanted to tell you, but the thought of hurting her tore him apart.

You , however, weren’t naive. You could sense something had changed. Sukuna was distant, more withdrawn, and you knew, deep down, what had happened without needing to hear the words. One night, after days of silence between them, she confronted him.

“Did you… cheat on me?” You asked, your voice trembling but your eyes steady.

Sukuna looked at you, torn between wanting to protect you and the overwhelming guilt. He didn’t say anything, but his silence was answer enough.

And at that exact moment your heart shattered. You had given him everything, hoping against hope that he could be different, that he could change. But now, all those hopes felt like they were crumbling beneath your feet.

The Last Night of Love

That night, you sat together in silence, neither knowing what to say. Sukuna, for the first time in his life, realized he had something to lose. And it terrified him. He reached for you, but you pulled away, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I can’t do this, Sukuna,” you whispered. “I thought we had something real, but I can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me.”

Sukuna had no words. For all his bravado and charm, he had never been good with emotions, never learned how to handle love. He had played with fire for so long that he never expected to get burned.

As the night wore on, you both knew it was your last night together. It was a bitter, heartbreaking farewell, filled with regret, longing, and the aching realization that love, no matter how intense, sometimes wasn’t enough to fix everything.

Aftermath

You walked away from Sukuna that night, your heart heavy with sorrow. You knew you had to let go, even though you still loved him. You focused on your studies, diving deeper into your passion for pharmaceutical health, using your pain as fuel to succeed.

Sukuna, on the other hand, was left to reflect on his choices. For the first time, he regretted not just his actions, but the man he had become. The weight of losing you haunted him, your absence leaving a void he couldn’t fill with fame or fleeting affection.

They both moved on, but that night—their last night of love—would always linger in your memories, a reminder of what could have been, and what was lost.

The last night of love

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player!Sukuna x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, college years, sex, explicit content, toxicity, smoking, friends with benefits, a bit of angst, idk bro 😭

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I feel like making a series of basketball player Sukuna because I very much miss wattpad 💔

You sat cross-legged on your dorm bed, surrounded by a mountain of textbooks and notes. The room smelled faintly of stale coffee and the sweet scent of vanilla from the candle flickering on your nightstand. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, your brain feeling like a soggy sponge. The clock on the wall ticked away the hours of the early evening, each second a gentle reminder of the impending deadlines and tests that loomed over you.

Your phone buzzed on the desk, interrupting the quiet rhythm of your study session. You leaned over, your heart fluttering slightly as you saw a message from Sukuna, the basketball team's captain. His profile picture, a fierce dunk in mid-air, filled the screen. He had never messaged you directly before, despite the numerous times you’d seen each other around campus. Your curiosity piqued, you tapped the message. It was a simple invitation to watch the upcoming game together.

Your cheeks flushed as she read his words. Sukuna was known for his cold, aloof demeanor and his tendency to keep to himself. For him to ask you out of the blue was as surprising as it was thrilling. Your mind raced with the implications of the invite. Was he just being friendly, or was there something more behind his sudden interest? You bit your lip, weighing the pros and cons of saying yes. On the one hand, it could be a chance to get to know the enigmatic basketball star better. On the other, you already heard the rumors about his reputation with the ladies.

The game night arrived, and you found yourself dressed more carefully than you had in months. You wore a fitted thank top that highlighted your curves, a sweater over it so you wouldn’t get cold and your favorite pair of baggy jeans. As you made your way to the college gym, the excitement in the air was palpable. The thump of sneakers on the wooden floor and the murmur of the eager crowd grew louder with each step you took.

You spotted Sukuna from a distance, his pink-red hair and towering figure making him impossible to miss. He was surrounded by a flock of his adoring teammates, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd.

Your eyes met, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Sukuna's gaze was intense, his red eyes seeming to pierce through your very soul. He gave you a crooked smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, and gestured for you to join him. The crowd parted like a sea, allowing you a clear path to the star player. As you approached, you could smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes — a stark contrast to the freshness of the gym.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you took in the full force of his presence. His body was a testament to his dedication to the sport, muscular and inked with intricate tattoos that danced across his skin. Despite his reputation, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, his confidence and charm an allure you hadn't encountered before. You took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown, your heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement.

The game was intense, the air in the gym thick with the scent of sweat and the squeak of sneakers. Sukuna's team played with a fierce precision, and he was the undeniable center of attention. Each time he scoredred, the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers. His movements on the court were fluid and powerful, a dance of athleticism and raw talent. You found herself unable to tear your gaze away, your eyes following him as he weaved through the opposition with an ease that seemed almost supernatural.

At halftime, he made his way over to you, a towel draped around his neck, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His smile was genuine this time, and you couldn't help but return it. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "You're not like the others," he whispered. "I can tell." His words sent a thrill through you, and you felt a strange sense of pride.

The second half of the game was even more electrifying. The score was tight, and the tension in the air grew with every passing minute. You felt it in your chest, your knuckles white as you gripped the edge of your seat. Sukuna played like a man possessed, his eyes never leaving yours for longer than a fleeting glance. When the final buzzer rang, and his team emerged victorious, he turned to you, a look of pure triumph in his eyes.

The crowd spilled out into the hallways, and amidst the chaos, he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the celebration. His grip was firm, but not painful, his touch sending a jolt of energy through you. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, leading you out of the gym and into the cool night air. The stars above twinkled, and the sound of distant traffic was a comforting hum as you walked towards the quiet parking lot.

" [name] ," he said, stopping you in the shadow of a large oak tree. "I want to show you something." His voice was low, the vibrations of it sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded, your curiosity piqued. He led you to his car, a sleek sports model that gleamed under the moonlight. He unlocked the door with a beep, and you slid into the leather seat, feeling the thrum of the engine beneath you.

The drive was short, the silence between you filled with an electric charge. You pulled up to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the headlights cutting through the darkness. He turned to you, his eyes smoldering. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat. What were you getting yourself into?

Inside, the warehouse was dimly lit, the only sound the distant echo of both of your footsteps. The walls were lined with basketball hoops and worn out graffiti. It was clear that this was where he came to practice when he wasn't playing in the glaring lights of the college gym. Sukuna took your hand again, leading you to the center of the space. He leaned in, his breath warm on your face. "This is where I come to escape," he said, his eyes searching yours for something.

The air grew heavy with anticipation as he let go of your hand, stepping back to pick up a basketball from the floor. He began to dribble, the rhythmic bounce of the ball a mesmerizing beat. With every movement, his tattoos rippled and shifted, telling a silent story of who he was beyond the cold, hard exterior. You felt a strange connection to him, as if you were seeing a side of him no one else ever had.

He passed you the ball, and you took it, the leather cool and smooth against your palm. Sukuna's gaze was intense, and you could feel his eyes on you as you took a shot. It swished through the net, a perfect arc of motion. He smirked, a hint of surprise and admiration in his expression. "You're good," he said, his voice gruff. "But not as good as me."

The challenge in his tone was clear, and you felt a competitive spark ignite within you. The two of you played one-on-one, your bodies moving in a dance of speed and power. The game grew more intense, each shot a declaration of your growing attraction. With every pass, every block, the tension between you grew stronger until it was almost palpable.

Your breaths grew ragged, the sweat on your brows mixing with the scent of the old gym. Sukuna's eyes never left yours, and you could feel his gaze like a physical touch. When you finally scored the winning basket, you dropped the ball and stepped back, panting. He approached you, his movements predatory, the air crackling with energy.

"You're different," he murmured, reaching out to trace your jawline with his thumb. "I want to know more." His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You knew what he was asking for, and a part of you was terrified. But the thrill, the excitement, was too much to resist. You leaned into his touch, your heart pounding. "Show me," you whispered.

Their kiss was explosive, a culmination of the tension that had been building since the moment you had met. His hands were everywhere, exploring your body as if he owned it. And you didn't stop him. His touch was intoxicating, his strength and dominance a heady cocktail you hadn't realized you craved. As you broke away, gasping for air, you could see the desire in his eyes, a mirror to your own.

Sukuna's hands took pulled off your sweater, and it fell off your shoulders down to the floor. Then his found the hem of your top, and he began to tug it upwards. You raised your arms, allowing him to peel it away from your body. The cool air kissed your bare skin, and you shivered as his eyes raked over you. His gaze lingered on your chest, a smug satisfaction playing on his lips. He leaned in, his mouth tracing a line of fire down your neck, and you gasped as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin.

The world outside the warehouse ceased to exist. All that mattered was the heat of his touch, the taste of him on your lips. He was a storm, and you were willing to get swept away.

Without a word, he picked you up, his arms like steel bands around your waist. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to a mat he had laid out earlier, his intentions clear. The anticipation was unbearable, your body thrumming with need.

As he laid you down, the mat cool beneath you, you knew you were crossing a line. But you didn't care. Not with the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Their clothes fell away, piece by piece, until all that remained was skin on skin. Sukuna hovered above you, his tattoos stark against the moonlight streaming in through the dusty windows. He was beautiful, terrifying, and utterly irresistible. His hands traced your curves, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and you arched into his touch, craving more.

He kissed you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth as if seeking a hidden treasure. His hands roamed further, cupping your breasts with a possessive hunger that made you moan. Your own hands explored the planes of his muscular back, feeling the power coiled beneath the ink.

You felt your body responding to his touch, your core pulsing with desire. Your reached down, your fingertips brushing against his hard length. He hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking in response. The sound of zippers and fabric hitting the floor filled the quiet space. The anticipation was agonizing, a sweet torment that made you ache for him.

Sukuna's eyes never left yours as he positioned himself between your legs. You could feel the heat of him, the promise of pleasure that awaited. With a deliberate slowness, he pushed into you, filling her completely. You gasped, your eyes rolling back in your head as you took in the sensation of him inside you. He was thick, stretching you in the most delicious way.

Your bodies moved in a rhythm as old as time itself, a dance of passion and power. He was relentless, his strokes deep and sure, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, urging him deeper. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the moment.

Your orgasm built slowly, like a crescendo in a symphony. You could feel it coming, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. And when it finally broke, it was like a dam bursting. You cried out, your body convulsing around him, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Sukuna groaned, his own climax following shortly after. He collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting presence as you both panted for breath. The world spun around you, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and emotions.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, with a chuckle, he pulled away and lay beside you, one hand resting on your hip. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper in the night. The words sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and trepidation.

You looked at him, your heart racing. What had you just done? Sukuna was notorious for his conquests, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. But as you stared into his red eyes, you knew you didn't care. Tonight, you had been claimed by the basketball star, and you felt more alive than you had in years.

Your bodies were slick with sweat, your breathing still ragged. You lay there, entwined, basking in the afterglow of your encounter. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion that neither of you wanted to end. But as the reality of their situation began to sink in, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had just entered a game you didn't fully understand the rules to.

Sukuna reached for a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. He took a deep drag, the embers glowing red in the darkness. He offered you one, and you took it, the bitter taste a strange comfort as you sat up, feeling the cool air on your bare skin. You took a drag, the nicotine hitting your lungs like a punch.

"So, what happens now?" you asked, your voice a little shaky.

He took his time, blowing out a plume of smoke before answering. "Now," he said, "the real game begins." And with that, he leaned in and kissed you again, leaving you with more questions than answers. But for now, you were content to let the mystery unfold, one steamy encounter at a time.

Your nights grew into a pattern of passion and power plays. After each victory on the court, Sukuna would claim your body in his own private games, pushing you to new heights of pleasure you had never dreamed possible. You found yourself craving the thrill of his touch, the way he made you feel alive and desired. In the quiet moments, you would trace the intricate designs of his tattoos, each line a story of his pain and triumph.

Your encounters were raw and uninhibited, a delicious blend of lust and dominance. You had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet you reveled in it. With every touch, every whispered word, you gave him more of yourself, and in return, you took more of him. You were two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, creating a picture of desire that no one else could understand.

But outside the warehouse, your lives remained the same. He was the untouchable star, and you were the sweet girl next door. You kept your secret hidden, the only evidence of your trysts the lingering scent of his cologne on your clothes and the faint marks his hands left on your skin. It was a thrilling game of cat and mouse, and you were surprised at how much you enjoyed playing it.

But as the weeks turned into months, the cracks began to show. You found yourself falling for the man behind the tattoos and the arrogant smirk. The one who whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held you close in the aftermath of your passion. But you knew that in his world, love was a luxury he couldn't afford, a weakness to be exploited.

The tension grew, each encounter more intense than the last. You could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface, the inevitable collision of your worlds. And when it finally hit, you weren’t sure if you were ready for the fallout.

One night, as you lay tangled together, his heart hammering against yours, you looked into his eyes and whispered, "What are we?" His smile was sad, a knowing look in his eyes that told you more than words ever could. "We're a secret," he said, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "And secrets have a way of coming out."

Your heart sank, but you didn't argue. Instead, you kissed him, your body speaking for you. You knew that you were playing with fire, but you couldn't help but want to be burned by his flames. And so, the dance continued, each step fraught with the danger of discovery and the sweet agony of desire.

Your worlds were destined to collide, and when they did, it would be explosive. But for now, you were content to live in the shadows of his love, basking in the warmth of his touch and the promise of passion that awaited you every time he called your name.

Pussy eater

( ♡ ) pairing : Soshiro Hoshina x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , kinda friends with benefits, smut wrote by a minor 😾

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I literally post when I remember that I have this app.

"Hey, [name], you got a second?" Soshiro Hoshina called out, his voice echoing through the corridor of the Defense Force's living quarters. You looked up from her book, curiosity piquing as you saw Soshiro leaning against your doorframe, his trademark grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "What's up, Soshiro?" you asked, setting your book aside.

"Well," he began, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, "I've been thinking about our little 'swords and monsters' gig we've got going on here." You raised an eyebrow. "What about it?" Soshiro scratched his head, his eyes shifting to the side as he tried to find the right words. "You know, with all the serious stuff we deal with, I've been wondering if there's something we're missing. Something… I dunno, something more… intimate." You leaned back into your chair, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Intimate?"

"Yeah," he said, his cheeks flushing a bit. "Like, I know you're pretty smart and all, so I was hoping maybe you could, you know, teach me something." Your heart skipped a beat. This was definitely not the conversation you had been expecting. "What do you want to learn " Soshiro took a deep breath. "How to, uh, you know, eat a girl out. I want to be good at it." You felt a blush creep up your neck. "Soshiro, that's…"

"Come on, [nickname] ," he said, using the nickname only a few people knew about. "You know I'm not asking for just anyone. I trust you, and I know you're cool with this kind of stuff."

Your mind raced, trying to decide if you should take this seriously or not. But something in his earnest tone made you realize he truly wanted to know. Plus, you had to admit, the idea was a bit… intriguing. "Okay," you finally said, "but we're just friends, right?" Soshiro nodded vigorously. "Of course, just friends. So, where do we start?"

Your pulse quickened as you slid out of your chair and approached him. "Alright, let's get comfortable," you murmured, guiding him to your bed. You sat down and patted the spot next to you. Soshiro sat down, his eyes wide with anticipation. "What do I do first?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. "Well, the first thing you want to do is make sure she's relaxed." You leaned back, propping yourself up with your elbows. "Why don't you start by kissing me?"

He nodded, his smile never leaving his face. He leaned in, his eyes closing, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, tentative, but it grew in passion as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

As their kiss deepened, you couldn't help but wonder if this was a mistake. But then you thought about all the battles you'd been through together, the lives you'd saved, and you decided that maybe, just maybe, this was exactly what you both needed.

Soshiro's hands roamed over your body, learning the contours of your curves. You felt his warm breath against your neck as he kissed you softly, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped as he moved down, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbone and down to the top of your chest.

"Now, Soshiro," you whispered, your voice trembling, "you have to be gentle. It's all about exploration and pleasure."

He nodded, his eyes still closed, focusing intently on your words. He moved down further, his hands gently parting your legs. "How do I know if I'm doing it right?"

"You'll know," you assured him, your voice growing softer. "Just listen to my body, okay?"

He nodded again, and you felt his mouth on you, tentative at first, but growing bolder as you began to react to his touch. He explored with his tongue, learning the taste and texture of you. You could feel him getting more comfortable, more sure of himself, as you gave him gentle instructions and feedback. Your breath hitched when he found the right spot, and you let out a soft moan.

"You're doing great," you whispered, your hands tangling in his hair. "Just keep doing that."

Soshiro's eyes remained closed, his expression one of intense focus. He listened to your breathing, your words, and the subtle movements of your body, all guiding him in his exploration. He felt a sense of pride swell within him; he was good at this, better than he thought he would be.

The room grew warmer, the tension in the air thick with desire. Your legs began to shake, and you tightened your grip on Soshiro's hair. "Don't stop," you breathed, your voice strained.

Soshiro felt a rush of excitement as he realized he was bringing you closer to climax. He increased his pace, his tongue moving in rhythmic circles. Your body tensed, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

As the moment approached, you reached down and placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking the skin beside his mouth. "Open your eyes," you murmured.

Soshiro obeyed, looking up at you. The sight of your face, flushed with pleasure, your eyes closed and your mouth open in a silent scream, was more erotic than he could have ever imagined. It was in that moment that he truly understood the power of intimacy, the connection that went beyond friendship and into something deeper.

Your gazes locked, and you nodded, giving him the final encouragement he needed. He applied more pressure, and your body arched off the bed, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You gripped his head tightly, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

When the tremors subsided, Soshiro pulled back, his eyes still on yours. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smile playing on his lips. "How was that?"

You took a deep breath, your chest heaving. "Perfect," you whispered, a small smile playing on your own lips. "Just perfect."

The air between you was charged, but the mood remained light. Soshiro lay beside you, his head propped up by his hand, his grin never fading. "So, am I a natural?"

You couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe you are," you said, your voice still a bit shaky. "But we'll need more practice, of course."

He nodded eagerly. "Any time you're ready to teach me more, you just say the word."

As you laid there, the tension of your earlier conversation dissipated, replaced by a comfortable silence. You felt a warmth spread through you, not just from the pleasure he had given you, but from the bond that had grown between you.

You talked for a while longer, about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company. It was a rare moment of peace in a world where you were constantly fighting for their lives. And as the evening grew late, Soshiro finally got up, stretching out his muscles.

"I should get going," he said, a hint of regret in his voice. "We've got that training session tomorrow."

You nodded, feeling a twinge of sadness as he stood. "Thanks for, you know, trusting me with this."

He leaned down and kissed you forehead. "Thank you for teaching me, [nickname]."

With that, he slipped out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you lay there, you wondered if your friendship had just changed forever. Or if, perhaps, it had just become stronger. Either way, you knew one thing for sure: you looked forward to the next time you could help Soshiro hone his newfound skills.

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Can I request Reze gf head cannons?

Reze girlfriend headcanons !

a/n : i replied so late omg I’M SO SORRY ANON 😭

— Secretly Sweet

Despite her tough exterior and assassin background, Reze would have moments where her softer, more vulnerable side shows. She might surprise you with small acts of affection when you're least expecting them, like making you coffee in the morning or sending you a random, caring text.

— Protective, but in a Low-Key Way

Reze, being the type to handle dangerous situations, would have a protective nature. She wouldn’t be overly clingy, but would subtly ensure you're safe. Whether it’s walking on the side closer to the street or subtly watching your back when you’re out together, she’d always be aware of your surroundings.

— Playful Teasing

She’d have a bit of a mischievous side, teasing you playfully but never crossing the line. Maybe she'd act cool and aloof sometimes, just to see how you react, but deep down, she enjoys the fun banter and getting you to smile.

— Dark Humor

Given her past and line of work, Reze would likely have a bit of a dark sense of humor. She’d make jokes that are a bit morbid, but somehow make them charming and funny. You’d learn to appreciate her wit, even if it sometimes catches you off guard.

— Quiet Affection in Public

She’s not the type to be overly affectionate in public but would express her care in more understated ways—like gently brushing your hand, fixing your collar, or standing close to you when walking. In private, she’d open up a lot more.

— Good at Keeping Secrets

Reze would definitely have a mysterious vibe, and there’d always be a sense that she’s holding back a little. But instead of being frustrating, it’d keep the relationship intriguing. She’d reveal bits of herself slowly, and you’d always want to learn more.

— Loves Small Adventures

She wouldn’t be the type to want grand, extravagant dates. Instead, she’d enjoy quieter, more spontaneous adventures—like a late-night walk through the city, a secret picnic in a hidden spot, or finding the perfect secluded place to watch the stars.

— Emotionally Guarded

At first, she might be emotionally distant, but as she starts trusting you, you’d see her let her guard down. Reze might struggle to talk about her feelings, but she’d show them through actions. When she does open up, it would be meaningful.

— A Duality of Softness and Strength

There’d always be a contrast with Reze—on the outside, she’s confident, dangerous, and independent, but she craves moments of normalcy and intimacy where she can be herself without worrying about her dangerous life.