IM SORRY BUT THE TAGS ON THE POST U REPOSTED OF MINE IS SO FUNNY

IM SORRY BUT THE TAGS ON THE POST U REPOSTED OF MINE IS SO FUNNY 😭😭😭

IM GLAD U LIKED IT ‼️‼️

Anything I do that people call funny gives me SOO much serotonin..so thank you and I talk a lot in the tags 🤭

But nah you ate that 😵‍💫 like I was down crazzy bad

Curveballs.

Sukuna Ryoumen x Black Reader.

Summary: You've been trying to break into screen acting from theatre acting, and though everybody assures you your skills, dedication to the craft and commitment to working are definitely there, many agents are hesitant to take you on, something that's pissing you off to no end.

Until you meet Uraume, one of the more, uh, avant garde agents, and they promise to take you on, only on condition you agree to pretend to be the girlfriend of the most handsome, most talented, most arrogant, most insufferable long-term series actor Sukuna Ryoumen for a rom-com that's in the works. You know it will be successful and you know this is your big break, and you know you'll probably regret this a little, but who were you to refuse whatever curveballs life throws at you? After all, this life has no formula.

Please note: NSFW, under 19 DNI, smut, rough sex, gentle dom! Sukuna, fingering, oral (m receiving), acquaintances to friends to lovers, pretend dating to real dating, indirect exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation + praise kink combo, cream pie, anal play, fucking like animals, reader is black and fully horny, mutual pinning, dramatiques, both of you are possessive, the comedy is real.

A/N: Hello yes I am here once again for another collabo event. This time it's Isn't This Convenient? by @blkcupid featuring one of my fave husbands Sukuna. His chaos in the manga in recent chapters has influenced this a little but please enjoy.

WC: 7.2k words.

This was getting real old - and real embarrassing - real fast and you hated it.

Externally, your face was blank, even with your long Senegalese twists falling to cover the side of your head as you leaned down to sign the contract, a contract for three seasons as the love interest of the main character for a romantic comedy of all things. The pay was really good and the benefits were fantastic. The media tour would be fully funded even, something that was nearly unheard of in theatre. It would be the big break you had been looking for for the past four years.

You had even engaged independent, legal representation that specialised in long form television series who had looked through the contract and agreed it was a fantastic opportunity, so why were you feeling a type of way about it?

"Alright. This is absolutely superb! Thank you very much, Kyouraku-san. I know the terms are a little bit steep, but I can assure you Ryoumen-san will be elated to have you on board, so I'll go get his contract ready to give him some time to meet up with you so that you can strategize ahead, so that by the time he signs it and I take it to the executives things will be more or less steady at around the time script reading day rolls up."

Uraume, the primary reason of your predicament had a small smile on their face, their hands clasped together gently in front of their chest, their platinum blonde and plum red - stripped bob moving slightly with their head movement. You didn't know whether you wanted to strangle them or demand a national shrine in their honour.

"Oh I'm sure it's all going to be just peachy," you quipped back, voice retaining a slight sarcastic intonation despite your best efforts. If Uraume noticed they declined to comment on it, simply taking your contract back and sending one of their assistants to get you a copy. About ten minutes later had you leaving the studios back to your apartment to contemplate on the recent trajectory your life had taken.

There were curveballs and then there was whatever the fuck all of this was.

...

You were seated cross-legged on your couch, your twists falling around you as you stared at your curriculum vitae on your tablet. It did not require a picture, but you were looking at yourself, at your dark skin, your twists being held back by a bandana, your dark eyes smiling with your win red lips, your cheekbones curved up fully with the action.

You scrolled down, looking at your achievements. Your last four plays - all of them with you playing the female lead, despite the systematic and systemic odds stacked against you - earned record breaking sales. You were nominated for three awards, and even before that you still had jaw-dropping performances according to critics and fans (and haters, you thought, grinning sardonically). Everyone knew of your talent, skills and work ethic. You were a household name in theatre circles, so much so that your accolades were being whispered in executive rooms of the silver screen.

Still, it was incredibly difficult to break into actual television. You and everyone else knew why, of course.

Which is why when the friend of a friend of a cousin gave you Uraume's contact and told you to get some time to give them a call, you thought the worst that would happen was some new, creative, roundabout way to say no. But also, as one of your profound friends wisely stated, this life has no formula.

"As I'm sure you know, Ryoumen-san's last show was a little, hmm, controversial, to say the least, but its very contentious subject matter brought views, and once the views came, people realised that it was actually a very solid show, particularly the themes, which is why it went on for as long as it did," Uraume told you on your third meeting over coffee when they was trying to convince you to work with them on this. "Unfortunately, his co-star and partner at the time was more than a little dishonest, and Ryoumen-sana wasn't particularly amused about that, so he dumped him in the middle of the last season. He's been taking a break for the past eighteen or so months, but Ryoumen-sana is a one of a kind talent, and he absolutely loves acting. Anyone who has worked with him for a month knew it was only a matter of time before he returned to the scene. But some of these executives are still getting in cold sweats about his last performance. It stirred up quite the debate on explicit sexual content of same-sex relationships in mass visual media. But the critics and viewers alike absolutely loved it, and everyone will be ready to eat up whatever he appears in next."

Must be so nice to be so recognised in your field that you have everyone across the board in a chokehold. You were also pretty good, but you doubted you had the influence to grab professionals in your field by the balls like that.

"So when he got in touch with me and asked me to see if I can get him to do something a bit tamer so that 'everyone can get off his ass'" - you both chuckled here. "I was more than happy to help. There were a variety of ideas floating around, but I knew first hand he wouldn't be interested in any of them, until this opportunity arose. The catch with him was that he needed to be in a relationship with someone to do it, to reduce his chances of acting up, then I pointed out how absolutely none of that worked the last time he was in front of everyone's screens."

You nodded, sipping your second cup of coffee, finding yourself very much engrossed in this story. "Of course. You were his first agent after all, so it makes sense that you know him better than most in the industry."

Uraume made a tick in the air with their index finger. "Exactly. But it was a good premise, and I know he'd do absolutely phenomenally at it, so I called him and told him if I get him a lesser known actress who can keep up with his technical aptitude within six months he'd sign on. So, you are the actress in question. I know Ryoumen-san is a menace, but I'm sure you've got people whose judgement you trust in the industry, and as arrogant as he is, everyone agrees that it's justified, and I can assure you that he's going to be nothing but professional."

You contemplated on their words for a bit. You knew everything they were saying was true, and you also knew that this was literally the only chance you'd get. You knew Uraume could see your vision, knew you'd transition well from theatre to screen, because they had seen your plays and they were very impressed.

"Okay. But I'd like a draft of the contact to have a look at it and seek independent legal advice on it before I make a concrete decision." Your voice was firm, indicating there was no room for compromise. You did not like the smirk on their face when they agreed.

So now, here you were. What a time to be alive.

...

Surely it was eight thirty in the evening. Who the fuck was calling you?

You contemplated ignoring the call, but an instinct told you that this one was important, even if it was coming at this hour. It wasn't even a private call, so there was no need to be particularly suspicious. You sighed, adjusting your bonnet and finishing up your herbal tea.

"Hello?" At least your voice was polite.

"Evening. I take it I'm speaking to Yuuki Kyouraku?" That smooth, confident baritone drawl was sweet as honey in your ear, and you actively had to stop yourself from trembling. You never thought, at any point in your life, you'd ever hear that voice directed only to you.

"Speaking," you responded, voice slightly breathless.

"I'm Sukuna. Sukuna Ryoumen. I got your contact from Uraume, something about pretending to be in a relationship to get a new show going." He sighed, then paused, as if exasperated with the whole situation. "I must apologise for calling you this late, but can we schedule some time the rest of the week to get a milkshake or something? I'd just like to talk to you and plan this, whatever the fuck this is in detail so that we don't go into script reading looking like dumbasses."

It took you far longer than you would have liked that thee Sukuna Ryoumen had called you and was talking to you and he wanted to meet with you to discuss all things pertaining to working with you on a project.

"Can we do the day after tomorrow at about two in the afternoon? There's a really cute cafe that's opened up that I'd like to try. Can I drop you a pin on this number?" The Ancestors were single handedly holding your vocal cords together because the way your voice was light and casual no one would ever know you'd lost every last functional brain cell at that point in time.

"Perfect," he purred and you swallowed dryly, your tongue getting stuck on the roof of your mouth. "I look forward to seeing you then."

Oh boy.

...

You had been staring at yourself in the mirror for the past twenty or so minutes. Interestingly, you had changed your outfit only once the whole time. It's like you were looking for something wrong with it, but objectively there was nothing wrong.

In fact you were looking really hot, with a yellow flowy top, three quarter sleeves and reaching about an inch above your knees, showing generous but tasteful cleavage, black leggings and black boots. You had gold jewelery - hoop earrings, two rings on your fingers, some bangles on your left wrist and a necklace - and a yellow bag to match your top. You tied your twists up in a bun on your head and covered it in a yellow and black leso to complete the whole look.

In your bag you had your phone, your wet wipes, lip gloss, wallet and keys. You also made it a point to carry your tablet, just in case. You were due to meet him in the next hour and a half, and though you could not deny that you were excited, you were also a little nervous. Sukuna could be very intimidating because he had very high standards for his work and his colleagues - standards that he matched all the time without fail - and you decided you did not want to disappoint.

You made it a point to get to the café about half an hour before your designated meeting time. You ordered for a milkshake and some waffles and then started goofing off on your tablet. It seemed like a very short time later when instinctively, your head perked up, to the direction of the entrance of said café.

He was absolutely stunning, though even that adjective did not do him any justice. Honestly you doubted there was anything in any of the languages you were literate in that could describe just how sexy he was. He had on a button up, a gorgeous burnt orange, the buttons open to just the middle of his abdomen, showing bits of a lean, muscular torso, his pale skin contrasting beautifully both with the colour of his shirt and his black tattoos. He had on cream khaki pants and burnt orange moccasins. He was pocketing, but the tattoos on his face combined with his detached look accentuated his features: the chiselled jawline, high cheekbones, sharp nose, hooded crimson eyes and relatively full lips.

You found yourself just staring, absolutely mesmerised at how one man could be so effortlessly handsome, exuding tonnes of sensuality by just fucking standing.

Your gazes met, and you felt a hoard of butterflies from absolutely nowhere explode in your stomach and start fluttering about when his lips curved into a slow, dark and sinful smirk. He turned to your table, and you were more amused with the waitress behind him, actively swooning as she followed him with the menu.

"Yuumi," he drawled, smoothly taking a seat opposite you, his baritone cool and charming. You noticed that his movements were always uncannily graceful, like he practiced them before hand. "Thank you so much for inviting me. An absolute pleasure to meet you." He stretched his hand out for a handshake, and you took it, feeling electricity shoot all over your body at the contact.

"Likewise Sukuna," you responded, warm smile on your face, doing an excellent job on hiding how flustered you truly were. "Thank you so much for coming over."

It was showtime.

...

You were absolutely going to lose your entire mind.

Your social media accounts, and social media in general had gone absolutely nuts. Sukuna had recorded a cute video of both of you making a commentary of your waffles and uploaded it on his accounts. You had also taken a couple of pictures and put them on your respective accounts, then put your phones away and continued on with your lives. You never thought anything about it, just went on with your little meeting.

Now in retrospect, it did look like you were on a date, but once again you were of the opinion that it wasn't too much of a big deal because stage and screen actors hang out, dated and even married quite a bit. Little did you know your small bubble was about to burst in one of the most spectacular ways you had ever encountered in your life.

The, um, meeting itself was more than splendid. You never thought you'd get along as well as you did with Sukuna, but it was good to enjoy a conversation with someone as well versed in the arts as he was, particularly when it came to reading. You even promised to meet up and swap a couple of books. You had obsessively watched all his shows for mostly thirst reasons, but also because he truly was an incredibly gifted actor, and also had come to a vast majority of your plays, and he admitted that he had paid plenty of attention to you, impressed by your writing credits as well, though there was something in the twinkle of his eye and the curve of his lip that may have indicated his paying attention to you, as he put it, was not really for the most chaste reasons.

And that excited you far more than it reasonably should have.

Afterwards you said your goodbyes, exchanging a hug (he wore Tom Ford cologne, and a very familiar heat manifested in the pit of your stomach in realisation) and you went home to go on with your life. So why did you wake up the next morning with so many notifications that your phone was hot. In fact you could probably cook breakfast on its surface.

There were the usual hater comments but even those were buried by all the congratulatory messages and memes. You even had two podcast appearances to talk about what was going on between you and Sukuna. It was all so much, and you decided to get through it one day at a time.

...

You hated exec meetings.

You and Sukuna had turned up at around the same time and you froze in place when you saw him bend down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "Work with me," he murmured against your mouth, strong arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in, your own arm reaching up to wrap around his neck. "They've got someone peeping from one of the windows up there."

You nodded once, faintly, before closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his. They were soft, gentle, and you sighed dreamily when he parted them a little bit. He pulled away - and you swore it was through sheer willpower on his part - looking at you through hooded eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, crimson eyes nearly burning with desire and you were sure the same look was reflected in your own eyes. You looked away, soddenly shy, your lips shivering, a somewhat unexpected thrill of lust travelling all over your body like electricity over copper wires, and your hand found itself in his larger one, and he started walking towards the entrance of the building, with you following close behind, having to nearly trot to keep up with his long strides.

"Well, don't you two look cute," came a comment from somewhere as you both walked to the meeting room.

"Mm, yeah. We know," Sukuna drawled back easily, and you felt your face heat up, pursing your lips. You walked into the room like you owned it, and once again Sukuna effortlessly wrapped an arm around your waist again, pulling out a chair for you and watching you bashfully thank him as you took your seat. He sat down next to you, leaning backwards with a large hand placed on your thigh and his ankle on his knee, face schooled into a look of impassiveness as crimson eyes scanned the room. Your own features were a mixture of disdain and humour, and you knew these people were about to have a long day.

You were seeing, in real time, what people when they meant Sukuna tended to take over rooms and take over scenes when he was around. He hadn't even said a word but his mere presence had these executives scrambling. You could see the thoughts running in their heads, how they were unable to look him in the eye and how their body language generally deflated. Everything about them screamed subservience and placating, despite only moments before they were acting like they were the monarchs of the world.

"So, uh, Kyouraku-san. I can see here that you have extensive experience from stage acting. You even have writing credits and some awards to your name. It's all very impressive." You already knew this particular executive would be a handful, as she shuffled the papers beneath her.

"Thank you."

It was silent once more, the awkwardness almost gaining sentience and tutting at these executives with you and Sukuna, who, you noted, was really having the time of his life. You'd have a word with Uraume about how utterly petty he could get later.

"It's just that, well, this seems like a new fi -"

"When's the script reading?" Sukuna interrupted, rudely. It took all your self-control not to burst out into laughter.

It was silent for a moment longer, perhaps a little awkward, but not for you. One of the executives cleared his voice. "It's probably going to be sometime next week. The director will get in touch with a specific date and time - "

"Cool I guess that's it from us. I personally don't think this meeting was very constructive. You probably just wanted to confirm that Yuumi and I are indeed dating, so I hope that you're all satisfied now. We, however are going to take our leave now."

He stood up, prompting you to stand up too, struggling to keep your face straight. "That was, quite an experience," you said, punctuating your words with your palm over your mouth as you giggled.

Sukuna chuckled, rolling his eyes and taking his hand into yours once again. "They are usually more irritating than that. They behaved this time and they are desperate to have me sign the contract for the show, but they also know once that contract is signed it's a wrap. Wanna go to the park and hang out?"

You stared at him in disbelief. "You haven't signed your fucking contract?!"

"Uraume is drafting it." It was almost amusing how blasé he was about it all.

"How long does it take them to draft a contract?!

"I mean, it is me we're talking about, so it has to be a special contract."

This man was going to be the absolute end of you and that was another curve ball you were more than willing to deal with.

...

It had been about nine months later and a lot of things had been happening.

The script reading went really well. You attended it with Sukuna and you also got a chance to meet and interact with other actors, many of whom you knew on a much more casual basis, and all of whom were very good at their jobs. The budget for this project must have been massive, you thought. You went through all the motions of everyone being somewhat surprised at your 'dating', and more than twice your eyes had met his as you shared secret smiles. You had done some crazy things for work but this was something else entirely because of the social implications, which, while easy enough to juggle was still quite jarring to you from time to time.

You were given your script (and character description) for the entire season and you had the whole day to read though and suggest any changes you would like to make. How you usually did it in theatre was that you went around the room discussing things with other actors to see how you would relate in the publication but apparently that was never done here, which shocked you a little bit.

"So like you guys just go in winging it?" You asked Sukuna during one of your three million breaks. He shrugged his broad shoulders at you, and you were too busy admiring them that when he placed his large, warm hand on the small of your back to guide you back to where everyone was your breath hitched in your chest. His masculine smile did not escape you, and neither did the curious look of a fellow actor, one who very much tarnished your vibes.

"I wouldn't call it winging it. More like you go into the scene, quickly verbally swap what you're supposed to do, act it out and move."

"That's literally fucking winging it."

He chuckled at your flat voice. "Then I guess we do."

"But it would be so much better and easier if everyone had an idea of what everyone else was doing!" You protested. "I've seen your script, and you've seen mine, so every time we go into a scene together, we both have a better idea of how to go about things, so because of this it'll all be smoother, so there will be less cuts!"

He paused for a moment, looking at you, really eyeballing you, and you swallowed at his sharp gaze, smouldering and unwavering, and though you held, it was getting significantly harder to keep looking at him, since your brain cells were dying and your knees were wakening.

"Much easier to wing it with people whose skill is inconsistent. For those whose skill I fully trust, those who I know and believe will deliver something to a high standard, I'm much more willing to dedicate my full effort to going the extra mile to work with."

His voice was low, hypnotic, and you felt as though you were the only ones in the room. You felt your palms got sweaty, and it took a moment, far longer than you'd have liked to realise that he was recognising your talent, that he was praising you and calling you worthy to be working on a long-term project with him, and your blush was so strong you felt like you were a teenager approaching her crush for the first time. You turned away, dropping your gaze and for a while you hands seemed to be the most engrossing thing in the room at that moment in time.

"Thank you," you mumbled, your voice uncharacteristically shy. "I'm flattered that you hold me in such high regard."

The silence between you was comfortable, if a little dramatic. "I always trust Uraume to scout for me some of the greatest talents to work with me. So far they have never disappointed me, so I wasn't expecting them to start now."

There was something sultry about his voice when it dipped like that, but before you could make light of it to calm your raging libido, he spoke again, not to you though.

"Are you done staring at her ass? Would be a bit rude to guide her out when you were still enjoying the view." His voice retained that soft quality to it, but there was an ounce of mockery in it, and you were pretty sure it had everything to do with the hand that had slid it's way from your lower back to your ass in question. He turned his head to the side, a slight tilt to it, eyes narrowed, glaring at the other actor in the room.

What was his name again? Naoya or some shit?

Said actor seemed to be caught unawares, fumbling on his words as his cheeks suddenly went tomato red, clearly caught right in the act.

"I - Wh - what are you talking about Ryoumen? I wasn't staring," he stuttered, before quickly storming out uneasily. Sukuna scoffed, squeezing your ass and smirking at your squeak, before leading you back to the large room.

It was going to be an interesting year or so.

...

Within the nine months a lot of other things had happened that you quite couldn't get out of your mind.

Needless to say, you both literally had the whole world convinced that you and Sukuna were dating. You'd even moved in together, but really, as roommates. You had to admit that your savings and investments had increased quite significantly since the only think Sukuna allowed you to pay for was the internet.

"I earn way more than you. It would be fair to go fifty-fifty," he had said with finality, walking around in nothing but grey sweats hanging far low on his hips than was necessary and the sun looking almost ethereal against his skin. Part of why you never hand the energy to argue back was because you were too busy (subtly) ogling the tattoos on his abs.

It amused you to no end that he was a homebody. Other than your dates and the occasional, strategic public appearance (you had a front to put up after all), most of his free time was spent at home, either reading, listening to music or drawing. His company was always very comforting, as he had also encouraged your own creative pursuits, and more than once you had found yourselves doing them together, reaching a level of contentment you never knew you could with him.

So when you reached the point in the series where you had to shoot romantic scenes, both of you had no issue with it at all. The chemistry was there, and according to the director it was almost seamless, a beautiful thing to watch and shoot. You decided to keep the fact that your brain went fuzzy and your legs were unsteady and Sukuna's touch seared you through your clothes in those moments to yourself, and his passionate gaze at those moments were not helping in the least.

So when you found yourselves in the director's office, discussing a potential sex scene between the two of you, you were having a very hard time reconciling reality and your imagination. Of all the paths you'd ever had thought your life would have taken, this one was definitely not one of them.

"I'm not entirely comfortable with a like, full sex scene," you mumbled, not liking that slight smirk on Sukuna's face, because it spelt he was definitely scheming something. He always was. "But I wouldn't mind nude scenes." You kept your gaze squarely on the director's because you knew you'd lose your nerve if you caught and held Sukuna's gaze.

The director nodded, turning his gaze to Sukuna. From the corner of your eye you saw crimson eyes move away from you, his answer on his lips.

"Are you okay with that Sukuna?"

"I am, of course. I can't coerce my girlfriend into doing something she's not comfortable with. However, I think I'd like to discuss the, hm, creative applications to these nude scenes, if you're both so inclined." His voice was smooth, and to any outsider it sounded like Sukuna being Sukuna, but you knew that tone from having lived with him this long. That was a tone of smug satisfaction. You had walked right into his trap and it had sprung.

You made a mental note to add way more milk than was necessary in his coffee for breakfast tomorrow.

Anyway, you'd all agreed to have an erotic shower scene, and a heavily implied sex scene, working a lot with lighting and shadows, stressing on sensuality other than the act of sex itself, starting from you both stripping and ending up in an embrace. You could work with that.

So it came as no surprise to you that on this day when you'd be shooting these scenes - the last day of shooting, the director reiterated, so everyone else did not necessarily have to be around - that other than the necessary crew, there was literally no one else around. You blushed, knowing that you were going to have a field day teasing Sukuna without him having to retaliate the way you both knew he wanted to. After all, the thirst was incredibly real for both of you, and as much as he was a bit more understated about it than you were, there was not doubt that if he got the chance he'd fuck you into utter unintelligibility.

What did shock (and irritate) you was Naoya's presence. You knew his stance on women in general, particularly women that looked like you, so for the most part you ignored him, and you both knew he wouldn't try any fuckshit as long as Sukuna was around, and since the two of you were in a pretend relationship, you were almost always together.

However him being here today of all days raised your hackles a little bit, and you weren't feeling particularly pleasant about that.

"Hey Sukuna," you called to him, your features twisted into something that resembled vague disgust, pulling your twists above your head. "What is he doing here?" You nudged his head towards Naoya, who was pretending like he couldn't hear your conversation.

"Hmm," Sukuna hummed after taking a sip of water. "Who cares, but I suggest we should give him a show, teach him a lesson so to speak, so that he can learn to mind his fucking business."

Your heart beat tripled, but for once you were down for the scheming.

...

No matter how long you'd have given yourself, you would never have been ready. You knew it, but such were the devastating consequences of your hubris-filled actions.

You had some requests for the shooting of these scenes, just for your own security and peace of mind, and one of them was to have the door of the studio shut closed, no coming in and out at will. The other one was for majority of the crew to be women, and it turned out the director was the only man there, and you knew he'd behave because Uraume had told you, conspiratorially at the beginning of shooting that Sukuna had threatened him with grievous bodily harm if he was ever weird to any of the women in the show. You laughed for about four days after that. You knew first hand how dramatic Sukuna could be, but it was very on brand for him to come up with something like that.

You could respect it though. No one ever knew the question but the answer was always violence.

Now outside the director, Naoya was also in the studio, so in total there were three men, each of them with a role to play. One of them, however, was not quite aware of the true role they were playing, and somehow that thought really nourished your pettiness.

The lights were off, and the final shooting scene was underway. You knew you were both in your characters, but seeing Sukuna in front of you, walking towards you like a predator approaching prey, in nothing but almost scandalously tiny, boxer shorts. The movement of his thigh muscles as he approached you, standing there in nothing but a bra and panties. You swallowed when he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him for a deep kiss, one of your hands on a muscular pec and the other around his broad shoulders.

"God I wish I could fuck you right here," he whispered against your lips, dragging them over the skin of your neck until he got to the shell of your ear. "I want to show that dumbass that you're mine and he can never have you."

You whimpered, trembling in his hold, clenching your thighs together before you remembered that you were working. His hand slid down from your back to your ass and he squeezed, and despite your skin colour you knew very well that by the time his lips were leaving your skin there would be visible bruises.

"We can go home and continue this and then you can call him and tell him all about it," you whispered back, nearly choking on your words. Well, at least now you had an excuse to ask him out, for real this time.

...

Honestly, self-control was a great thing.

No one could ever have known that for ten minutes on a stage, it took everything in you not to scream and how hot and thick Sukuna's dick was against you, and how you were so wet you were nearly leaking through your panties. You finished the scene, got changed and got home, just like any other couple on their way home from work.

You even had a bit of a laugh at Naoya, and how the director was looking for a brick to smash his dick in, he was that disgusted.

"Wanna go and get changed out of these clothes?" you asked, voice casual as you nudged your head towards the room. Sukuna simply nodded, grabbing your hand into his and lightly dragging you into the bedroom you'd come to share. You chuckled quietly, both of you knowing that you wouldn't be leaving said bedroom in a hot minute.

Then, suddenly, it just happened. One second you were looking for your bonnet to put on the bedside and the next you were on Sukuna's lap, lips against his in an aggressive kiss, hands on his bare shoulders while one of his was on your hip, the other slowly tugging your underwear waistband down.

You wiggled on top of him, and he broke the kiss to curse under his breath, and you lifted your hips, helping him take off said underwear while simultaneously pulling down his sweatpants, staring in fascination and slight terror as his cock bounced out, smacking against his abdomen before settling just over his thighs.

"Oh my god," you breathed, just staring. He was, well, big, really. You honestly wondered how he was going to fit, with his angry red tip that was leaking horribly, a few veins over the surface of the skin. You felt your mouth begin to water, wanting nothing more that to feel that leaking tip at the back of your throat when Sukuna's long fingers gently caressing your folds made every single coherent thought in your mind disappear.

A sharp gasp left your lips (the ones on your face) and you threw you head back, almost overwhelmed with pleasure when he pressed an index finger inside, your walls literally absorbing him into them. He slipped a second finger in, his thumb settling comfortably on your clit, and your grip on his shoulders tightened, dragging your nails hard over his skin.

"That's my girl," he rasped, pulling his fingers out as he pressed down on your clit. "God is this how your tight little pussy is going to take my cock?"

A sort of choked sound left your throat, and even if your response was on the tip of your tongue, it was stuck on the roof of your mouth, refusing to corporate with you. He repeatedly pulled his fingers in and out of you, slow and deliberate, making sure to rub firm circles around your clit in tandem. You felt your walls clamp down on his fingers and more than once he had stopped, to breath heavily through his teeth, and you couldn't help your retort at that.

"If you can barely handle me with your fingers, you think your cock will fare any better?" Your voice was breathless, grossly lacking the authority you wanted, but you got your point across, and at this point you were going to take your small victories.

His pace increased, and going by the way your thighs were trembling you knew it was only going to be a matter of time before you came. It suddenly hit you and you came with a rather loud whine of his name, your walls tightening so hard around around his fingers he had to paused for a moment, watching you ride out your pleasure. When he was sure you were somewhat coherent, he made it a spectacle of lifting his fingers to his mouth, closing his mouth as he truly savoured your taste, licking every last drop of your arousal from him, smacking his lips in the process. You doubted you had ever blushed that hard in your life.

"Absolutely divine," he said with a chuckle. You slid yourself off his thighs, pushing him backwards to lie on his back, mumbling about how dramatic he was being.

"Thank you. Now it's my turn to tell you how you taste."

Before he could answer back, you grabbed his base, in absolute awe at how soft and hot it felt in your palm, squeezing experimentally. He bit his lower lip, gripping the sheets beneath you both. You thrust upwards a couple of times and he gasped roughly, a rough sound leaving his throat when when you ran your thumb over his tip, watching more of his precum drip out. You licked your lips, watching him through your lashes as he stared down at you, his eyes darkened and half-lidded, and coyly maintaining eye contact you took him into your mouth, making sure to run your tongue over his tip first and sucking on it with your lips.

He let out a broken cry, his head thrown back and his back slightly arching off the bed. You decided to go on, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue against his shaft, taking your time to take as much of him as you could. Your lips were barely touching your hands at the base of his cock, and with a flick of your wrist you created a rhythm, both with your hand and with your head, bobbing it up and down in an unpredictable manner. You other hand caressed his balls, hot and heavy in your palm, and you made it a point to run your finger over his taint, dipping it a little bit into his ass, relishing in how his back arched up as he hissed loudly in pleasure.

You were always aware a good blowjob would get any man to his knees but seeing the legendary Sukuna Ryoumen like this, hands nearly ripping his sheets, lip between his teeth as he let out an array of grunts and groans really raised far too many pegs of your ego.

"No," he growled, his hand suddenly in your twists, gentle but firm. "Fuck no. I wanna cum in your pussy."

You blushed, his dick still in your mouth when he pulled you off him, up his body and captured your lips in another passionate kiss. His cock was against both you, and your dragged your lips over it, grinning against his mouth, until he got tired of your shit and broke off, sitting up against his headboard and you found yourselves in your starting position once again.

"Ride me," he ordered you, his hands on your hips, and who were you to deny him that request. Your grip on his shoulders tightened, and you lifted yourself up slowly, as he lined his tip against your vagina. You bit your tongue in your mouth, closing your eyes as you slowly sank down onto him. The pleasure-pain combination from the stretch of his thickness was driving you insane, so much so and he hadn't even bottomed out.

"Oh my god," you gasped, dragging your nails over his skin.

"Fuck," he growled. "Fuck! You're so tight I'm losing my mine. You feel so good against me baby girl. I can't wait to make you my little cocksleeve. Want nothing more that to mould your perfect little pussy to me, utterly and completely make you mind and ensure you never think of anyone and anything else when I'm bouncing you on my lap."

You had absolutely no words, and even if you did you highly doubted you would have been in any position to say them. Your mind was blank, only Sukuna's scent and his person and his dick all you could think about and visualize. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the feel of your arousal spilling over his dick, down his balls and onto his sheets, his grip against your hips, his face buried in your neck with one of your arms around his neck, the other one tangled in his soft, pink strands; that was all you could register at that point.

And when he stopped your bunny activities and held you up at an angle, thrusting upwards roughly and hitting that spot over and over and over had you opening your mouth in a silent scream, your eyes suddenly popping open and seeing only white. Your trembling thighs and your walls literally gripping him was an indication that it wasn't long until you careened over the edge, and when he sank his teeth into your skin, you dragging your nails over his skin as you felt, merely seconds later, him spill himself into you just as you gasped his name with your orgasm, his thrusts not stopping, pressed against his body almost like you wanted to absorb yourself into him.

As he pulled you into him, allowing you to share an embrace as he slowly pulled you out of him, watching his cum flow out of you, he smirked.

"That's incredibly sexy, you know? I should make it a point to fill you up every single time just so that I can watch how you're unable to contain my cum like that." As you buried your face into his chest you wondered how he still somehow sounded so smooth when his voice was so rough.

"Shut up or I won't take you to dinner tomorrow. It's at seven thirty, by the way, so we're leaving an hour earlier. Then I gotta introduce you to my brother. He won't shut the fuck up. And don't you dare get me pregnant when we're in the middle of filming season two or something."

You both loved and hated curveballs, but would life be any fun if it never gave you a chance to be adaptable?

hey beautiful, could i request a sub neteyam x reader (wifey) with an exhibition, spitting in mouth and degradation kink.

context: neteyam is oblivious to flirting from other females. so, reader decides to make it a point to show everyone neteyam's is theirs.

love love love your work. thanks for providing the neteyam spice that we all need 🤌🥰

Hide and Seek

a lil sumn sumn for y'all before bed

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Omatikaya Reader Y/N (19) Warnings: NSFW, degradation kink, spitting in mouth, exhibition, oral sex, foot stuff, knotting, sub neteyam

Wordcount: 3.5k Authors note: My first ever request. This is a softer version of exhibition, etc. as public things are sort of a trigger me, so I hope this is okay, anon! :) lowkey got into it at the end, though. Lol intro:

It’s been a few weeks since you and the Sully family have sought uturu in the Metkayina village, Awa’atlu. At first, the people were wary of all of you, thinking that providing you guys with a sanctuary would bring danger upon their people. However, after pulling your weight and adapting well to their way of life, they’ve become accepting of you and the Sully family. You and Neteyam have been so focused on adapting that your intimacy has taken quite a hit, to the point where the Metkayina people think you’re apart of the family, rather than Neteyam’s mate.

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You sit in the sand next to Kiri, soaking up the warm rays of the sun that beats on your bodies.

“I could definitely get used to this. It’s not too bad here.” You say, digging your toes further into the sand. Kiri giggles, and shakes her head. “Nothing will compare to home. But I will admit that here is nice. Look around us, Eywa keeps on giving.” She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of the ocean. You close your eyes and dip your head back, listening to the waves crash into the shore. It’s so serene that you feel like you’re going to fall asleep any second, when you hear three voices behind you.   “Yeah. That Neteyam boy is cute. I’m glad he’s unmated... because I would mate with him.” Alira says, smiling to herself.

You look at Kiri, and scoff. “Forget what I said.” “Yeah? Well, I’d do way more than just mate with him.” Maru smirks. “Me too. I’d spit in his mouth and dominate the fuck out of him.” Vineya laughs, looking down at her feet.

Maru looks at Vineya. “Okay that’s a bit far… I’d probably just call him a few dirty names and put him in his place. He looks like he wants to be tamed.” She giggles.

“Well, I’d take his knot happily. It must be huge… he’s so tall and muscular. I just want to eat him up.” Alira mumbles to herself. “Definitely. I’d eat him alright. Probably have him eat me too.” Vineya moans softly, getting excited. “Maybe we can all share him then.” Maru suggests. “Shit. He’s coming, shush!” The words coming out of their mouths set a fire deep in your chest. Jealous isn’t a good enough word to describe the burning sensation inside your chest. You’re so livid that you feel like getting up and putting them in their place for talking about your mate like an object. He is not unmated. He is your mate, and he has been since he became a man. Kiri rests a hand on your thigh, as if to say, ‘don’t listen to them’. Her touch brings you back to reality. You shake your head, trying to get their words out your head.

Neteyam walks over to you guys, braids swaying side to side, and calls for you. “Kiri. Y/n.”

He glances at Kiri, and then at you, looking you up and down whilst smiling. He’s happy to see you. Likewise. You both stand up to greet him.  “Brother. Coming to disturb us I see.” Kiri rolls her eyes. “Hey, you.” You walk towards him, returning the smile. “Just coming to check up on you two.” Neteyam says, resting a hand on your lower back. “Yeah. We all know who you’re actually here to check up on.” Kiri shakes her head, turning around to go sit back down in the sand. “I guess that’s my cue to leave.”

Neteyam laughs. “I cannot say she is wrong. I have been missing you. Dad has me watching Lo’ak, sorry I have been away so often.” He leans into you, moving his hand to your waist.

The simple touch feels so good; it’s been too long. You see the group of girls watching you guys intently. They talk among themselves, trying to encourage each other to come over and make a move.

You lean into your mate, and tippy toe, brushing your lips against his ear ever so slightly. He holds onto your waist a little tighter, providing you with some support, as he tilts his head down.

“Eclipse. Our spot. I miss you more, by the way.” You whisper in his ear, although it was more of a moan, and drop back to the flat of your feet. He turns to you, brows raised, and a grin plastered on his face. He stares at your lips - his way of saying ‘understood, my mate’. The girls make their way over and Neteyam loosens his grip around your waist to acknowledge the oncoming company. Neteyam was raised to be a gentleman, so he greets and speaks kindly to all people, even the ones with an ulterior motive. Typically, this means he’s oblivious to all flirting outside of yours – he couldn’t quite understand why someone would flirt with a mated man. He greets them with a smile, like a gentleman, which sends the wrong message. Strike one. Their approach is aggressive, causing you to take a step back as they surround your mate. You see red, the heat now radiating from your chest to the rest of your body. Did they not just see you touch your mate? Whisper in his ear? Him grab you by the waist? What more do they need, you to fuck him in front of them? Not a bad idea, y/n. You smile to yourself, and then at them. “Hey…” he looks at each one of them up and down as they circle him. Strike two. “Hey, mighty warrior” Vineya speaks, brushing her hand over his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes? You have the body of one” Neteyam laughs with her awkwardly, “Yes... I am”. “Hi. Do all Omatikaya people have braids?” Alira asks, twirling her finger around one of his braids, completely ignoring Kiri’s hairstyle. Neteyam is taken aback by the physicality, but puts it off to curiosity. “Not all of us, no.” He examines the girl intently. Strike three. “My name is Maru, hi.” She looks at his tail, stroking it from base to tip. “You tail is so different... are you slower in the water?” she asks. He chuckles uncomfortably and steps back, inching his way back to you. “Uh, somewhat. I am getting the hang of it, though.” He smiles at them and turns around to face you. “Y/n. I must go, dad is expecting me soon.” He smiles at you, tucking a braid behind your ear. “Kiri, I’ll see you later.” He waves at her, and then the group of girls. “Bye Neteyam! Hope to see you again soon!” The girls say in unison. Kiri rolls her eyes for a second time. “No respect.” She grabs your hand and pulls you towards your Marui pod.

To her surprise, you smile at her with a twitching eye, and say "Give me a minute.” You approach the girls who are gushing over your mate, once again. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, girls. I’m y/n.” you greet them. “Neteyam… he’s quite the catch, isn’t he?” They all greet you, looking you up and down. “He is. Any way that you could set us up?” They laugh again. “Yeah. Definitely.” You shrug your shoulder, smiling with them. “Y/n!” Kiri whisper calls for you, with confusion plastered all over her face. You move your hand discreetly to your back and shoo her away. “Sorry for my sister, she’s ready to go home.” You smile. “Anyways, as I was saying. There is a spot that I know about that Neteyam likes to go for some ‘alone time’. No one else is really allowed to follow him there, but I could show you guys.” You lean into their circle and whisper, “but you have to keep hidden, and quiet – very quiet.” They all quiet down and huddle into you, as if they were being told a secret. “Okay. We will be” They whisper, grinning with excitement. You pull back. “Good. Meet me here right before the eclipse, and I’ll show you where it is.” You smile, taking some strides backwards. “See you girls later.” You take Kiri’s arm and walk away quickly. “What are you thinking?” Kiri interrogates you. “I’m going to teach them a lesson. A lesson that’s obviously needed.” You say, dropping your mask and showing her your true feelings. “And how exactly are you going to do that?” Kiri asks, rolling her eyes for a third time. “You don’t want to know the details. Trust me.” You fume, breathing heavily.

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When you get to the shore, you see the three girls huddled together talking amongst each other. The sky is getting dim as the eclipse was fast approaching. You walk over to them. “Hey girls.” You nudge your head in the direction of the rocky coast. “Follow me”

You call for you ilu. They come willingly, excited to spy on Neteyam. You all bond with your ilus and make your way over to the secluded spot, a small open cave, nestled in a sea of rocks by the mangroves. When you all arrive, you see Neteyam waiting patiently for his mate, his bioluminescence glowing in the darkness. Seeing your mate took your breath away, as it did for everyone else, too. You were ready to take him and make him yours all over again. You all hide behind the curves of the mangroves, peaking through the cracks of the roots. They’re mesmerized by this glowing body, as he starts to remove his hunting knife from his hip. He fiddles with his loincloth, repositioning it before he makes his way into the water. Spying on your mate like this arouses you, your already wet loincloth becomes wetter from your slick. You fall back, and swim quietly away from the girls, making your way towards a hidden hole in the mangroves that lead to the small open cave. You swim low and slow, keeping hidden until the very last moment, where you see your mate walking into the water. You slowly emerge out of the water, just as he’s crotch deep. In your direct line of sight is his cock, imprinting out of his wet loincloth. Brushing your face against his bulge, you stand slowly looking deep in his eyes. You make your way to the shallow end of the cave, backing him up against the rocky wall.

“Hey, mighty warrior.” You run your hand up his arm and squeeze his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes?” you lean into his chest, and kiss his muscular breast. “You have the body of one.”

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He responds with his line, “Yes... I am.” He pulls you in closer by your waist, leaning in to kiss you.   You cup his bulge suddenly, making him jolt instead. “Need help removing this?” You smile, brushing your lips against his.

“I missed you, my mate.” He moans into your mouth, moving his hands up your back.

You glance to the surprised eyes that peer through the cracks of the mangroves and smirk. “I missed you more, my love.” You look back at him and meet your lips with his.

He kisses you hungrily, allowing his hands to explore your body, running his hand along your queue. You melt into his feverish touches, rubbing his bulge eagerly.

“I want to try something new today. You trust me, yes?” you whisper into his mouth.

“I trust you, always.” He smiles, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Good.” You twirl one of braids around your finger, then tuck it behind his ear.

You move your hand to the base of his queue, and run it along it’s length, holding the end and bringing it between you two. You both watch his tendrils dance excitedly, while he brings your queue forward. He puts your queue against his, and both your tendrils intertwine, connecting together. The feeling is exhilarating, causing both your eyes to dilate as you sync with one another.

The girls watching feel like they're invading a deeply intimate moment between mates – because they are. They’re taken aback, whispering to each other that they didn’t know you were his mate and that they thought you were merely his sister, or some sort of family pet. As much as they want to leave, they can’t. You see them linger longer, watching the show intently.

Being watched like this gives you an adrenaline rush, bringing feelings of excitement to your body, transferring it to Neteyams.  

“Why so excited?” he asks, watching you kiss your way down his body.

“Just excited to see you, babe.” Your sloppy, wet kisses reach his belly, where you play with the dips of his abs with your tongue.

His breath becomes raggedly, and his cock hardens even more.

“You’re making me rock-hard, y/n.” he says through a clenched jaw, feeling good from your kisses.

You untie the knot of his loincloth, unleashing his raging cock. You could practically hear the girls gasp at his length. You were going to give them the show of their lives. You rub your face against his cock, breathing in his musky scent. He stares down at you, with desire in his eyes. He wants you so badly, and you can feel it.

“I just want to eat you up.” you taunt, licking his cock from base to tip.

Eat me up? he thinks, confused.

“But, I prefer you eat me first.” You stand up quickly, moving him to switch positions with you.

You lean back against the wall, and rest your foot on a rock, opening your legs. “Get on your knees.” You demand him.

He looks at you, with an arched eyebrow and smiles, as if he can’t believe the words coming out your mouth. “What?”

You hear the faint giggles coming from the mangroves, as if they were saying that you couldn’t dominate your mate.

You untie your own loincloth and use it to blindfold your mate. “I said, kneel.” You say sternly.

He kneels immediately, obeying his mate’s command. His nose brushes against the soft flesh between your legs that lay open. He inhales deeply, savouring the sweet scent of your cunt.

You grab a fist full of his braids and shove his face into your pussy. “Now, eat.”

Being blindfolded, he has to rely solely on his other senses. His hands explore your thighs, while his tongue licks the flesh between your thighs, tasting the different flavours your body has to offer. Once he starts tasting the sweetness of your nectar, he laps up your juices hungrily. His nose is buried in your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive pearl, while he drinks the juices that flow out of you.

“Good boy. Fuck” you moan, rubbing your cunt against his face while gripping his head.

He’s drunk off your scent, gulping the slick that fills his mouth the more he eats you out. The water splashes against his back as he kneels and sucks on your clit, making your legs shake. You look down and see him, blind folded, making out with your cunt and it sends you over the edge.

“Ugh, f-fuck. You look like my little fuck toy sucking on my clit like that.” you purr, caressing his cheek. “Does this little toy want my cum?” you tease, feeling your climax approaching.

Yes. Fuck. He begs you.

All he can do is let throaty moans vibrate through his nose into your cunt, which brings you even closer to your peak. His breath is heavy, panting hot air into your pussy while he’s gripping your thighs as you thrust into his face, desperate to cum inside his mouth.

You dip your head back, feeling ecstasy from your mate lapping up your pussy juices, and peak at the girls watching you about to cum in his mouth. You give them a smile, and they look away in embarrassment.

“Look at me.” You demand.

They look back at you, eyes wide, looking you up and down.

He shakes his head. I can’t see, y/n.

“Not you, baby boy.” You moan breathlessly, about to cum any second. The thought of them watching you face fuck their little crush makes you so, so turned on.

You can tell your mate is getting weary, as his movements are becoming more erratic, desperate for you to cum in his mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to cum inside your mouth that bad? Fuck.” You moan, shoving your pussy against his face.

The heat in your chest shoots down your spine, into your cunt, and out into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck! Cumming!” you shriek, grabbing his head and pushing it harder into your cunt.

You look down to see your mate gulping loudly, swallowing every drop of sweep nectar that drips out of your aching hole. You pull his face away from your cunt suddenly, letting him gasp for air. His shoulders move up and down from how hard he’s trying to catch his breath, making choking noises in the process.

You’re panting too, trying to come down from your high. “You did well, sweetheart.” You praise him.

Using a single finger under his chin to tilt his head upwards, he parts his lips, panting small, hot breaths.

“Open wider.” You command. He opens his mouth, and you spit directly into his mouth. He whimpers, completely under your trance. “Swallow.”

He swallows your spit greedily, licking his bottom lip, corner to corner. Your foot presses against his bulging, throbbing cock, causing him to whine under your touch.

“Since you were such a good boy, I’ll make you feel good.” You take your mates cock between your toes, providing him with just enough friction.

The strings of precum dripping from his throbbing cockhead coat your toes in a thick slick, allowing him to thrust his hips freely.

“Work for it, my little cumslut.” He bucks his hips into your toes, moaning and whining loudly.

“Nghh... y/n. Why are you acting this way?” he asks through shaky breaths, working for his climax.

“It’s your punishment.” You state, like it was a fact.

“What did I do, baby?” he whimpers, his head dipping back from being almost there.

“You don’t know?” you pull back your foot.

He thrusts against nothing into the air, still trying to chase his orgasm. “Fuck. Please, y/n.” he begs, extending his hand to touch himself.

You kick away his hand and crouch over, taking off his blind fold to reveal his watery, drunk eyes, willing to do anything to cum. “What did you think of those girls?”

“I don’t know, y/n.” he whines, “...they were friendly, I guess”

“No.” you straddle him. “They were flirting. With my mate.” You take the entirety of his pulsing cock inside your slippery cunt in one thrust, already feeling his knot emerging.

You both moan in unison, as you feel the heat of each other mix together. You look into each other’s eyes, forehead to forehead, panting from the feeling.

“That’s your problem. You think people are just being nice when really...” you lift your hips up, “...they want your huge, fucking cock.” You slam your hips against his.

His eyes squeeze shut as he dips his head back, feeling overstimulated by your walls that clench tightly around his girth. “I’m sorry, baby” he whimpers, resting his head into your bosom as he  runs his fingers up and down your back.

“You better be, you little slut.” You whine on his knot while you breath into his ear, “make it up to me... and give me this fat knot of yours.”

Hearing these words drive him into a frenzy, fucking you erratically and moaning loudly. Just as you feel his cock heat up, trying to burrow it’s knot into your cunt, you grab his jaw and turn it towards the mangroves.

“Look at the audience while you cum inside your mate.” He looks through the cracks of the mangroves to see three, glowing pairs of bulging eyes watching at them.

He’s so deep into the thick, hazy fog that it turns him on even more to know that they’ve been watching him be dominated this entire time. He thrusts into you even harder, even deeper. You lick his neck, holding his head in position while you ride out your oncoming orgasm, moaning in his ear.

“Knot me. Show them you’re mine.” You moan, feeling your cunt start to pulsate around his cock.

He’s panting, staring at the blue eyes that stare at him back while he ruts into you relentlessly, listening to your loud moans in his ear. “Oh – oh shit. F-fuck! Cumming. Cumming!” he whines, driving his knot into your cunt, tying you two together.

You turn your head to the direction of their glowing eyes, and smile, planting wet kisses all over your mates face, as he gasps for air. “That’s a good boy. I hope you learnt your lesson. All of you.”  

𝐺𝑌𝐴𝐿 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝒀 # !

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠⤷ there is like zero Caribbean representation in fics so you know ya girl has try to fix that shit. Caribbean girls on top🕺🏽 so it’s not right that we ain’t got shit. please reblog and lmk if y’all like this.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠⤷ 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

since the night you and eren met at a party you’ve basically been inseparable since. you two have been together for a while now and it’s safe to say you guys are the IT couple.

lmfaoo at first when your friends would catch you simping they’d be like “what happens to gazah forever” and start laughing. But they mean well it’s all jokes they like seeing you and eren so happy with each other.

a few people thought it wouldn’t last that long, thinking he wouldn’t be able to handle you. BUT BABYY were there wrong ! you two have a good balance in your relationship, your energies align so well.

there’s no getting between you two. “my man tie me, I’m on him badd”

you were a little nervous at fist to let him meet your family, you know they can be a little judgmental sometimes but you weren’t too worried. Everything went really good when he met the fam. Your male relatives were a bit over protective but you can’t blame them too much, you’ll always be their baby.

At the family events he eats his weight in food lmfaoo. He’s a big fan of rotis, jerk chicken with white rice, green bananas and salt fish, as well as chutney. It melted your heart to see him enjoying traditional foods.

this man lives to see you dance, from the first grind he got at that party, he’s been hooked since. He’s actually got really good rhythm. So he’s great at any party, whether it’s holding onto your waist slow dancing with you singing the lyrics “ gyal, mi wan’ if hold yuh put me arms right around yuh” in his ear.

this one time you brought him to a family gathering and he danced western with the older ladies of the family, your grandma love him sm, he even calls her ma or mum.

this man can really turn tf up. like REALLY turn TF up. for example when you two are at a Bacchanal all his composure flies out the widow. But he never lets other girls try to dance with him and you do the same when it comes to other men.

lemme tell youuu, there’s a video of you two dirty dancing to vybez kartel at the fette. that shit was wildd like giving him mad fast wine and him positioning you with his hands on your lower back watching your movements

He loves when you make him breakfast, his favorite thing that you make him is fried bakes and cocoa tea. It’s like his comfort food at this point.

he loves hearing all the folklore stories, they’re so fascinating to him. he was low-key kinda scared when you told him you’d send a dupply after him as a joke.

He likes trying Caribbean snacks, he likes half frozen chubby and icelollies.

A DOMINOS FIEND !! your uncles and him were playing together and that shit was heateddd. He smacks the dominos hard asll lmfao. Your uncles lowkey started respecting him more after he won a few games.

He lovesss playing football in the rain with your cousins. your grandma puts oil in the middle of the head to make sure he doesn’t get sick.

LATE NIGHT DRIVES ARE A VIBEE. The two of you have this long ass playlist that you guys bump while driving in the middle of the night with the roof down.

Play from 0:45 before reading next slide

it’s the middle of the night and the two of you are speeding through the mostly empty streets with cold Heineken’s screaming the lyrics to the songs in you guy’s playlists. “ LONGING FOR MY BABY TO LOVE ME MOREE, WHAT AM I LONGING FOR? BABYLON RELEASE THE CURE” !

he sings you all of the old school love songs

he loves and appreciates you so freaking much, you’re the best thing in his life, and he lets everyone know it. you two are such a good couple.

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

My toxic trait? Thinking his whole route was hot and low-key romantic /hj

Visual Novel - https://jiefinch.itch.io/saintspell

Yuh this abut to eat 🫢 it’s going to hurt but it’s going to clear the plate

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

【 Paring 】 Prince Shigaraki x Noble Black female reader

【 Synopsis】 The king of the land seeks to expand his kingdom by waging war on other countries. Yet as the kingdom grows stronger, he grows weaker by the day, and with no biological hier, he adopts a young boy cursed to destroy everything he touches. When the new prince meets a young girl in his garden, he notices a warmth in her he hasn't felt in years. He realises at that instant that he will keep this warmth for his own.

【 Tags/warnings 】 MDNI (18+), romance, angst, tragedy, eventual smut, slight ooc Shigaraki, kinda toxic related, royal au, marriage, biblical references, slight misogyny (its a royal au dont @ me), non-descriptive mentions of violence and war, verbally abusive parents, character death, long ass chapters

Status: Ongoing

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Death doesn't discriminate,

Between the sinners and the saints.

It takes and it takes and it takes.

We keep living anyway,

We rise,

and we fall,

and we 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐.

【 i 】 Crying In The Garden (April 8th)

【 ii 】 Take What You Deserve (tba)

【 iii 】 As If We Never Said Goodbye (tba)

【 iv 】 Love's Dream (tba)

【 v 】 Love's Sorrow (tba)

[Title and Masterlist quote from Hamilton the musical]