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The Race: Lap One

New six-part series, featuring Street racer Sukuna and other jjk characters. This fic has three previews and three full parts. This is the first of the three full parts (does that make sense?). Tell me what you think!

Pairing: Sukuna x Bunny (black fem OC)

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Cursing, threats of violence, hinted character(s) death, Sukuna telling someone to kill themselves (but not really. he meant it but, look just read it), fingering and dirt talk, slight power/pet play

Series Masterlist | Previously

Bunny strutted around the street, waving briefly at the regulars she’s built a small repertoire with. The woman couldn’t stop and visit, the first race was about to start and they wanted to watch from the starting line. Sukuna had his hand firmly buried in the back pocket of her shorts, using his size and overall intimidating aura to clear a path.

“Uh, is that Panda? How’s he out here, ain’t he on house arrest?” Sukuna grunted and followed his girlfriend’s gaze.

“He still has the bracelet on.” She mumbled gibberish as they kept walking. “Who’s racing?”

“You were literally right there when they made the decision.” Playful annoyance colored her words. Sukuna didn’t pay attention to anyone outside his caliber. “The youngblood. Itadori, Nobara, Megumi. Heard about this other kid Junpei. It’s his first race.”

“Runts better not fuck up. If they crash or some shit, the cops are gonna be on our ass.” As he spoke, they reached the start line where four cars were lined up. Their drivers standing by their door and heckling each other. Well, mostly Nobara and Itadori.

The new runt appeared to be ready to piss himself and Megumi looked like he’d rather be in bed. But Sukuna knew out of the four of them, the angst-ridden teen was the most feral.

Sukuna liked that. He liked it a lot.

Bunny pinched the male’s arm to get his attention back. “Stop staring at the kid, you know he can't stand your ass.”

Rolling her eyes when Sukuna ignored her, she went back to scooping out who here would race with Sukuna and Gojo. She didn’t see Nanami, which checked out with his “every other month” rule. The only other person that she had in mind wasn’t in her line of sight.

“You seen Geto-Of course. Hey Geto.” Her dry tone didn’t register to the men in front of them. Geto made it a mission to find Sukuna at every event.

“Hey Bunny, I heard you were up for grabs in the second race. Can I get in on it?” Before she could open her mouth, Sukuna yanked her into his side.

“Get away from her, bastard. Stop looking at her like she’s some whore before I cut your eyes out.” Bunny had to stifle a laugh at the last part. Funny how the man who called her ‘his personal whore’ would say that. Regardless, her heart melted from Sukuna defending her honor, or whatever was being questioned.

“Awh, so violent.”Geto pouted before winking at her and mouthing ‘next time'. Sukuna tsk’d, ready to take some anger out on the bastard harassing them.

The collective crowd’s attention snapped to the startline. The newbies were in their car, revving the engine and fueling the excitement. Gojo stood next to Utihime on the other side, hollering and acting like a general fool for attention. Bunny has seen the newbies follow after the white-haired man a time or two. Guess he’s a fan of the kids.

“You ready?” three cars revved for confirmation, one hesitated before joining in.

“3. 2. 1. Go!”

Nobara’s car took first right from the beginning, not giving her competition a second to take the lead. Cheers filled the street, Bunny joining in while tugging Sukuna to a new spot to catch the cars in action. Dozens of fans had the same idea, crowding at the start line and cutting off her sight.

Without asking, her boyfriend guided her to stand behind him. Bunny laughed and jumped on her man without pause, securing visibility once again. Sukuna could see just fine with his freakish height. Scratching his scalp in thanks, she watched the newbies fight for first, though from the way poor Junpei jerked his ride they would be lucky to make it back without a crash.

“Bunbun! I hope you said your goodbyes to Sukuna. Soon as I win, I’ll scoop your fine ass up and we’ll head back to my place.”

Gojo taunted as his lithe body slithered up to Sukuna’s broader one. She looked down, flicking a stray dreadlock to keep her vision clear. A pale hand reached out to caress her thigh only to be smacked away by Sukuna.

“Nobody touches what mine. Try and touch her again and you die.” Sukuna growled the hold he had around her lower thighs clenching the fat. Bunny fought the urge to squirm and clench her thighs, knowing at this height, it would be too visible.

The sound of police sirens cutting through the white noise of the gathering interrupted the interaction.

Mister Yoshi, the organizer of the shindig, raised his walkie-talkie to talk to his team on the streets with the drivers. Their job of making sure the police didn’t ruin their fun had no room for error or delayed updates.

“They’re on the bridge!”

“Megumi and Nobara are in the lead!”

“Fuck, I got money on the pink-haired kid!” The commentary kept rolling as Sukuna and Bunny kept their eyes on the bridge. Two more turns and the streetcars would be headed back to the starting line. Nobara had kept a hold of the first spot for this long, but Megumi’s sleek black honda had been on her ass the entire time.

“C’mon brat,” Sukuna muttered. His adrenaline was pumping, mind and body eager to get behind the wheel of his own honda. He knew that kid had something under his sleeve. Not regular nos or some other booster. Something bigger. Better. Stronger. He wanted to know, needed to know.

Bunny’s brown hand caressed his tattooed face, she already knew what was on her boyfriend’s mind. She couldn’t deny her curiosity about Megumi had been piqued for a while.

“Megumi’s in the lead!” The update brought cheers and curses out of the onlookers. Bunny heard a few excited and sultry ‘Gumi!’ from some of the population. So the kid had his own groupies, another fan favorite in the making.

“Itadori!”

“Yes, come on kid. Bring it home.”

“Gumi’s not gonna lose, pipe down bitch.”

“What the FUCK is that kid doing!?” Junpei, who had been steadily at the back of the pack, suddenly flared his car, likely releasing nos for a fighting chance. His ride jerked, the poor kid’s inexperience showing, while the car caught up to the other drivers. “He’s gonna crash!”

Chaos erupted, Bunny could see Mister Yoshi back on his walkie-talkie talking fast and mean to his team, trying to find out what the hell was going on. Sukuna gripped her thighs tight, ready to run the second things went south.

“Itadori’s right infront of him!

“If they crash then the N2O will-” Like a prophet, the crowd watched the spectator’s words come true. Junpei rear-ended Itadori’s vehicle, sending both cars into a spin. Nobara barely jerked herself out of the way. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

Nitrous Oxide, while not a combustible gas, is a damn good accelerant to a pre-existing fire.

“HOLY FUCK!” Bunny yelped as two cars caught fire on the bridge. Itadori swerved and busted through the railings of the bridge. Everyone watch the kid’s canary yellow Volkswagon fall a good 300 meters before hitting the water. Faintly she could hear Gojo curse up a storm.

“Oh my god, he’s dead!”

“Scatter. The cops are coming!” Mister Yoshi yelled, sending the crowd into further pandemonium. Sukuna’s feet didn’t miss a beat, already sprinting back to his car after the first word. Bunny held on tight to her boyfriend and observed how quick some people were more than others. Panda got himself in the truckbed of his friend, banging on the side of the truck as a signal for them to haul ass.

Sukuna clenched his girlfriend’s thighs, refusing to let her fall off him. When they reached his car, she climbed down and got herself in the backseat instead of going around to the passenger side.

“Fucking go!”

“Shut up, no backseat driving.” He snarked, following her directions and starting up the engine. He peeled out the spot and joined the pack of fleeing cars. Grinding his jaws, Sukuna maneuvered them out the street, not giving a fuck about cutting anyone off. They didn’t matter. He couldn’t go back to jail. And Bunny, well-

“I can’t get arrested, the school’ll fire me! Assistant principal already hates me.” She whined. Sukuna grunted. He often forgot how different their backgrounds were.

“Won’t let that happen, little Bunny. Hold tight!” He warned as he hit the city traffic. Horns blared and tires screeched, but he kept going. His shop sat on a street two turns away. The sound of sirens too close for comfort and assaulting his ears.

“Fucking move it-” the sound of a phone ringing interrupted his gruff yelling. Bunny fumbled with the phone, his, before answering with a wary hello.

“Put me on speaker BunBun.” She did not.

“Gojo?”

“Fucking end the call. M’not dealing with his mouth outside of racin’” Sukuna commanded, his already unyielding grip on the steering wheel growing tighter in agitation. Bunny bit her bottom lip, tuning ino her boyfriend’s rough behavior. His knuckles were white from how rigid he held the wheel. His sharp jaw tensed and untensed. His focus directed at getting them back home.

The blood in her veins turned to lava.

Sukuna looked in the rearview mirror, wondering why Gojo’s voice hadn’t stopped assaulting his ears and nerves. The look in his girl’s eye told him all he needed to know. “Bunny. End it. Now.”

The ending beep came quick. Sukuna smirked and glanced back at the mirror.

“Good girl.”

Chuckles erupted out his muscular chest as Bunny punched the back of his seat, knowing he read her right. “Stop it, woman. This is the thanks I get for getting us home safe?”

Her punches slowed to the occasional tap against the dark leather upholstery. The engine roared as the gears switched, pitch-black tires twisted at Sukuna’s direction, taking the couple off the main road to the side street. “You’re not getting fired this time, tell that bitch to fuck off or kill herself.”

It took all her concentration to respond with a mere hum, her mind already occupied with ideas of how she should shower her savior with her gratitude. Sukuna could feel the storm inside his girlfriend brewing and had already caught her eyeing him up like a piece of meat. He didn’t fight the grin taking over the bottom half of his face as he put his car in park, shaking her out of a trance.

Bunny’s head swiveled to the window. Huh, they were back at the shop. She didn’t even notice. Her door opened from the outside, with Sukuna standing there with a self-satisfied expression. When her feet touched the concrete, his hands pulled her close. Her head bounced on his chest.

“Where's my thanks, woman?” Bunny licked her suddenly dry lips.

“Thank you.” Her round nose scrunched from feeding his ego.

“Aht, aht, aht. Thank you, what?” He growled while swooping down to slip an arm under her legs. His other hand toyed with one of her several dangling earrings. “Use those manners you love to boast about.”

“Thank you, Suki.” A calloused hand moved from her ear to grip on her chin, now demanding eye contact. As his legs carried them up the stairs to the loft, Sukuna waited for her to slap his hand away.

“That’s not my name. Say my name.”

“I did. It’s Suki.” The grin on his face spelled her doom. Bunny’s thighs clenched.

“Looks like I have to retrain my bunny. And you were doing so well, baby. Is my pet being a brat?” Kissing her cheek, Sukuna climbed the last of the stairs and crossed the threshold. He let her down and turned to lock the door. Then he bent down again to flip his girlfriend over his shoulder, giving himself the perfect access to her barely covered rear. “I’m giving you one last chance, what’s my name?”

“Rumplestilskin. ” A slap on her ass pushed a squeal out her mouth to follow her sass.

“Alright, you wanna play bunny? Daddy can do that.” Bunny couldn’t fight the shiver ransacking her body nor the barely audible whine escaping her lips. He began the journey to their bed, leaving the past two hours behind him. The race, the police, the highly likely death of two racers, discarded like their clothes that covered the floor. Well, not everything.

“Don’t think I forgot about that stupid bet you made with Gojo. If you wanted to be a slut so bad, you could have told me.” Bunny’s nude body bounced as it made contact with the mattress, the beginning of her fall from grace. Brown eyes turned shy at the sight of a shirtless Sukuna, sadism dripping down his tanned skin like sweat.

Bunny fought the urge to scoot back to the headboard, away from the intimidating body that already had one knee on the bed. Away from the nearing consequences of her actions. Instead, she steeled her nerves. Though naked, her tongue provided a cloak of defense.

“Slut me out.” Even in the darkness of the night, the gleam of his sharp white teeth could not be ignored. Along with his teeth, the silver of his chain, usually hidden under his various shirts and tank tops, absorbed the small amount of light in the room. Her blood rushed, saliva pooling in her mouth at the thought of licking the jewelry to taste the unique infusion of Sukuna and cold metal.

“Yeah? You just cock hungry? That why you said yes to the bet?” At her nod, Sukuna climbed onto the mattress and straddled her hips. His pants were still on, with his belt and zipper undone carelessly. “That’s not good, Bunny. You can’t act like that, they’ll start thinking you’re not getting fucked right.”

Hot kisses scorched the brown skin of her neck and clavicle, Sukuna planted one after the other. His hand dove under her back, swimming to the small of her back and pushing up with a single finger until her back arched.

“Am I not fucking you right, my little pet?” Bunny’s neck snapped as she shook her head vehemently as if her action would erase the devastated tone in her boyfriend’s question. “Don’t lie baby. I haven’t been doing a good job-”

“Suki!” She shrieked as their bodies rolled in the bed, only stopping after Sukuna deemed the new position acceptable. The rough texture of his pants itched the sensitive skin of her underbelly. The fat of her lower half jiggled for a moment as the air conditioner blew cool air over her. Now she felt exposed.

Bunny had been placed over his lap. Eyes widening, she tried to recall if he was wearing any rings tonight, or if she heard metal clang against a surface since they arrived home.

“That’s the only logical explanation for why my sweet pet tried to whore herself out, why she’s been a brat since we got home?”

“Suki, wait! You’ve been good to me, so good. I’m sorry-Ah, fuck!!” His large palm felt like hot iron against her plush ass, the flesh burning from the impact. Ripples worked their way outwards from the epicenter, up her back, and down her thighs. “Fuck!”

“Such a dirty mouth, I should correct that too while I have you on my lap.” Her whimpers were music to his ears. Another smack, this one not followed by a curse in an effort to change her fate. “Oh pet, you tryna be good for me now? It’s too late.”

“Sukuna, stop! At least take off your rings before you break the skin.” Even over his lap, Bunny couldn’t resist mouthing off. One of the many traits that he loved about her.

“Why should I? You know I love seeing you bleed for me. Now, enough talking.” His palm struck again, and again, alternating between her cheeks with no real rhyme or reason to it. “You’re not supposed to be talking. I need to retrain you, you’ve forgotten the rules.”

Tears were beading in the corner of her eyes, with every hit Bunny sunk lower and lower. By the time he tired of abusing her flesh, she was sure the lines of his palms would be branded into her skin.

“Good bunny, are the lessons starting to sink in? I can do this all night.” As his mouth and hands assaulted her, she could feel the heat in the base of her belly build. Desire pooled and threatened to drip onto his hard thighs.

“Why you squirming, pet? Tryna tell me something? Spread your legs, baby. Let Daddy see.” His breath hitched when she followed his instruction, slick from her cunt flowing freely to stain his skin. “Good bunny.”

“Kuna, yes!” She whimpered out as two of his large fingers stuffed her hole full. Her body stretched around him to fit. Sukuna hummed in approval as he watched his girlfriend squirm from his forceful pumping.

“You’re so wet from your punishment, just like I trained you to be, pet. Such a good girl, remembering her lessons, huh?” His thumb toyed with her bundle of nerves, flicking it in time with his pace until a whine left Bunny’s throat. “Back to being my angel, baby?”

All Bunny could do was nod her head as her senses blurred the closer she moved to her release. His fingers toyed with her, rubbing against that rough patch inside of her, skimming her clit while her juices continued to run out her cunt along the rough lines of his hand.

As she lost her mind and fell apart in his lap, Sukuna began to hum in contentment. His girl was his favorite instrument, one that he had mastered early on in their relationship. She could whine and pitch a fit, curse and moan his government name until she turned blue in the face, Sukuna knew her hard limits. She’ll have enough when he deemed fit and not a moment sooner.

“My bunny, my bunny, my sweet little bunny. You’re so close my fingers can barely move. Cum on my hand. Give it to me. On a silver platter. Like I trained you to.” His demand fell on deaf ears, her senses overloaded the longer he rolled and flicked her clit. Bunny’s heart banged itself against her chest. Only when Sukuna eased up did the roar in her ears quiet down.

“Please, Sukuna. Don’t stop. I-” Dear god, her pussy ached. Her climax was right there. He stopped right when she was about to cross the finish line.

“Don’t worry, Bunny.” Like a bullet, his thick fingers pierced through her hole and left her gasping for air. Her core exploded. From her cunt to her toes, waves of pleasure rolled through her sweaty body, hitting each nerve and filling every pore with oxycontin until she felt higher than the clouds in the night sky.

“I’m not stopping anytime soon. Engine’s all revved up. I think you said something about seeing the winner’s circle?”

Next

The Race: Lap 2 (preview)

“If you’re not here to clear your debt, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, Gojo. Technically you’re not even ‘sposed to be allowed within 20 meters of our doors.”

Both individuals refused to break eye contact, waiting for the other to chicken out and avert their gaze. Bunny had to fight off her signature sinister grin, the one she displays in the backstreets while riding shotgun in a barely street-legal car. No, she had to save that smile for the right time in place, the local public library barely surviving and on its last two legs hardly fit the criteria.

She gave him what Shoko called her ‘librarian smile.’ Kind and sickeningly sweet, giving the impression that she had all the time in the world to help a patron in need.

Gojo conceded after a few seconds of being on the receiving end of that smile. Her brown eyes glinted with victory.

“What if I did come to pay off my debt, hm? I can stay?” Bunny said nothing but went to work on her computer, lazily tapping the tablet on the patron side of the counter, prompting the man to move and look at the information displayed.

Gojo, Satoru

Amount Paid: $3.86

Amount Due: $834.98

Will you be paying: Cash, Credit/Debit Card, or Check?

All These Kisses

getting back into the swing of things, this has been in my drafts for far too long. I missed yall on tumblr.

pairing: Gojo x Baby (OC) | Rating: PG

Dewy lips held his attention hostage. The way the strips of flesh gleamed in the hazy setting summer sun, shined with opportunity. The gloss on her lips stayed put through their entire outing. From her apartment to the movies. Even after eating a luxurious dinner of steak and potatoes, just when he thought his suffering had been over a small trip to the restaurant’s powder room and the gloss had returned with a vengeance.

Her lips almost shined more, brighter after the second application. It infuriated Satoru, more than it should have. How did she expect him to resist kissing her when she dolled herself up in such a way?

She didn’t.

His darling was a lot of things. Coy, stunning, infuriatingly smart. Subtle was not one of her attributes. The constant smacking of her lips every time a reflective material crossed their path wasn’t lost on him. ‘I’m just checking,’ she defended when his eyebrow would hike up in faux exasperation. The smiles she beamed his way, wide and genuine the way she showed her teeth to convey how much fun she was experiencing on this outing. His darling knew him well, but he knew he best.

So on her doorstep is when he made his move. Presented all his evidence in a nice neat package. Clasping her empty hands to fill the space between her fingers, Satoru ducked his head down and put all his being into a single kiss. But a man like him had too much to convey in a single kiss. So he had to give her another one. And another one. Kisses piled up on each other and her lipgloss left the designated space of her lips to spread all over her face.

Interrupted chortles breathed into his face. He wouldn’t stop until all the oxygen on earth had been used up and traded in for carbon dioxide.

“Satoru, leave me aloneee. You’re ruining my makeup.”

“Good. It’s been driving me crazy all night, sweetness. You expect me to resist you all night when I barely made through dinner?” His sweet-talking took the attention away from his sneaking hands, lightly groping her flesh looking for trouble to get into.

“Hey there, boy. Watch yourself.”

"Wrong one, Nanami-san!"

Welp guess who the cat done dragged back out of hell and outta her shell. Quick lil post, and yes I did just get braids.

Rating: PG | warnings: cursing probably, one asscheek squeeze, poorly edited

introducing Bambi, my newest reader stand-in

"Wait, you said you took zelle?! I didn’t bring cash.” Bambi looked back at the woman, bewildered. It was 3:40 pm, and she had been in the small braiding shop since 7:30 am. Her head hurt, her leg started cramping, her stomach been growling since noon, and her ass was numb like she got injected with novocaine on both cheeks. 

The struggles of being a bad bitch.

“No, no, no. my sister does zelle, but she is not here. I only do cash.” As she spoke through with accented tongue, the braider had begun retracting her hands, resting the tools of her trade that had been working non-stop all day. Bambi could feel her irritation grow. As much as this whole situation peeved her off, she would be damned if she returned home with half her hair done. 

“Okay, lemme call my boyfriend. He’ll bring the money.”

“Okay, honey. Call him now. I take break now.” Bambi nodded, getting out of the worn stylist chair to get her blood circulating while her fingers tapped on the phone screen. The call was brief, all she had to do was ask for him to stop by with the money. A question from him had Bambi call out to the braider, who had moved to the front of the shop to check in with her family and other clients. 

“Gena? What time will we be done?” The woman paused her vivid storytelling to respond to Bambi. 

“Two more hours. Remy, come help me finish and we’ll leave after. Okay?” Called to attention, a little girl no older than 12 removed her earplugs and put down her iPad. 

“Okay, momma.” Bambi relayed the message to the receiver, smiling, and pressed the red end button when he promised he would personally come to deliver the money.

“He coming with the money, hunny?” 

“Yes.”

“Good, good. Okay, let’s finish.” 

Two hours passed torturously, her focus spit between pressing down on whatever braid was being tugged on to relieve pain and prevent her follicles from getting ripped out, and watching the foreign romance drama playing on the mounted tv via the mirror’s reflection. In the two hours, Bambi watched with envy and scrunched nose as two of the seven other clients leave, the scent of hairspray and small drips of boiling water showing their trail. 

“Stay still, hunny.” With a minute nod, Bambi did as she was told, steam licking the fine hairs of her ears and neck. “Almost done. Where is your boyfriend?”

“He’s-” the sound of the old bell above the door being ringed silenced Bambi. Call her crazy, but she likes to think her senses were acute when it came to her boyfriend. She could tell by the summer breeze that filled the room he was in the room. 

“Bambi?” Yuji’s upbeat voice reached all the way to the back where she, Gena, and Remy were stationed. 

“Here.” He followed her reply into the back, pushing beads that separated the front from the back out his way. He gave a soft smile, in awe of seeing her in such a state. It wasn’t often anyone got a glimpse of her primping and preening. Most of the time the group only got the end result, hair and accessories already perched in place. The Bambi in front of him looked vulnerable, unease written clearly in her expression. 

“Who do I give it to?” he looked at the other two people in the corner, fighting the muscles in his face wanting to keep his expression neutral. 

“Gena.” Without hesitation, Gena got up from the chair, hand out, ready to accept her payment for almost twelve hours of labor. 

“Thank you. Your boyfriend is very handsome, Hunny.” Gena quipped as her fingers ripped open the sealed envelope. 

“He’s not him, Yuji, where is Nanami?” She could feel young eyes peep up to her, to Yuji, towards the front, before refocusing on dipping the ends of the braids. Remy’s mother gasped, done counting her payment. 

“Too much! Almost ten thousand.” She uttered, mind frazzled at the amount in her hand. Bambi gave a scrupulous glance at the braider before looking at Yuji, who had turned a soft pink. 

“I’m sorry, give me one second!” Ripping the money out Gena’s hand, the young man flounced back to the front, ringing the bell as he opened the door to talk to his boss. 

“Wrong one, Nanami-san.” The occupants of the shop went hush, waiting on how the mysterious man that had been pacing back and forth like a predator, talking swift and curt on the phone, would respond. A few still chirped on though.

Bambi heard the bell ring once again, ignoring the whispers between mother and daughter trying to speculate who the hell was in their shop. Bambi liked Remy’s guess of ‘conman’ the least. Nanami would never do something so lowbrow as conning. 

That was her territory. 

He came in with the next gust of wind, trenchcoat flowing behind him like a cape. The conversations come to a full halt then, all the patrons and workers fixated on his simple movements. Bambi swore even the beads moved out of the way for the man as he crossed over to the back, the phone still pressed to his ear, the ticked-off expression he wore morphing into a fonder one. He tapped the mute button on the screen to address the room.

“Sorry, ma’am. My mistake.” He said nothing more, producing a new unopened envelope for Gena. This package was noticeably less dense. Just as she accepted her payment, Remy squeezes the last of the boiling water out of the fibers of synthetic hair. Bambi can’t control the groan released from her spirit. 

Yuji followed his boss back in and was about to offer a hand to help her out of the chair until Nanami gave him an unreadable expression. She got her boyfriend’s hand instead.

Bambi smiled cheerily as he gently pulled her out of the chair, raising their joint hands towards the yellowed fluorescent lighting. He looked at her like a king does his god. Her long braids flew behind her when she fell into his embrace. Letting go of her hand, Nanami wrapped his arm around her waist, securing her to him. 

“Absolutely stunning.” His low tone sent shivers down her spine. Already she could feel skin melt and stick to his aura. He didn’t care about the others in the room with them, he only had eyes for his Bambi. 

“Thank you,” Swallowing the lust in her throat, Bambi turned to Gena and her daughter. “Thank you, see ya’ll next time.”

“Okay, hunny. Goodnight.” Gena spoke automatically, her focus refusing to move from the stack of money in her hand. It was still twice as much as she charged. She didn’t even attempt to cover her daughter’s eyes or admonish the couple when Nanami gave a quick but strong squeeze to his girlfriend’s ass. 

“Let’s go. I have to make another stop and get a new envelope and-” The voice on his phone increased its volume, reminding everyone he was on a call. Kissing Bambi’s gleaming forehead, he mouthed a sorry as he pressed the mute button again. 

“Yeah, I’m here.”

Bambi waved as she left the shop, happy to be free from the pain and suffering. The door hadn’t even closed all the way when she heard the explosion of conversation they left in their wake. She turned to Yuji and poked him in the cheek, right under his scar. 

“Make a stop at Whataburger, yeah? I’m craving a shake.” 

“Sure thing, boss.” 

Reblogging bc I like this piece and I'm about to post part two

The Race: Lap One

New six-part series, featuring Street racer Sukuna and other jjk characters. This fic has three previews and three full parts. This is the first of the three full parts (does that make sense?). Tell me what you think!

Pairing: Sukuna x Bunny (black fem OC)

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Cursing, threats of violence, hinted character(s) death, Sukuna telling someone to kill themselves (but not really. he meant it but, look just read it), fingering and dirt talk, slight power/pet play

Series Masterlist | Previously

Bunny strutted around the street, waving briefly at the regulars she’s built a small repertoire with. The woman couldn’t stop and visit, the first race was about to start and they wanted to watch from the starting line. Sukuna had his hand firmly buried in the back pocket of her shorts, using his size and overall intimidating aura to clear a path.

“Uh, is that Panda? How’s he out here, ain’t he on house arrest?” Sukuna grunted and followed his girlfriend’s gaze.

“He still has the bracelet on.” She mumbled gibberish as they kept walking. “Who’s racing?”

“You were literally right there when they made the decision.” Playful annoyance colored her words. Sukuna didn’t pay attention to anyone outside his caliber. “The youngblood. Itadori, Nobara, Megumi. Heard about this other kid Junpei. It’s his first race.”

“Runts better not fuck up. If they crash or some shit, the cops are gonna be on our ass.” As he spoke, they reached the start line where four cars were lined up. Their drivers standing by their door and heckling each other. Well, mostly Nobara and Itadori.

The new runt appeared to be ready to piss himself and Megumi looked like he’d rather be in bed. But Sukuna knew out of the four of them, the angst-ridden teen was the most feral.

Sukuna liked that. He liked it a lot.

Bunny pinched the male’s arm to get his attention back. “Stop staring at the kid, you know he can't stand your ass.”

Rolling her eyes when Sukuna ignored her, she went back to scooping out who here would race with Sukuna and Gojo. She didn’t see Nanami, which checked out with his “every other month” rule. The only other person that she had in mind wasn’t in her line of sight.

“You seen Geto-Of course. Hey Geto.” Her dry tone didn’t register to the men in front of them. Geto made it a mission to find Sukuna at every event.

“Hey Bunny, I heard you were up for grabs in the second race. Can I get in on it?” Before she could open her mouth, Sukuna yanked her into his side.

“Get away from her, bastard. Stop looking at her like she’s some whore before I cut your eyes out.” Bunny had to stifle a laugh at the last part. Funny how the man who called her ‘his personal whore’ would say that. Regardless, her heart melted from Sukuna defending her honor, or whatever was being questioned.

“Awh, so violent.”Geto pouted before winking at her and mouthing ‘next time'. Sukuna tsk’d, ready to take some anger out on the bastard harassing them.

The collective crowd’s attention snapped to the startline. The newbies were in their car, revving the engine and fueling the excitement. Gojo stood next to Utihime on the other side, hollering and acting like a general fool for attention. Bunny has seen the newbies follow after the white-haired man a time or two. Guess he’s a fan of the kids.

“You ready?” three cars revved for confirmation, one hesitated before joining in.

“3. 2. 1. Go!”

Nobara’s car took first right from the beginning, not giving her competition a second to take the lead. Cheers filled the street, Bunny joining in while tugging Sukuna to a new spot to catch the cars in action. Dozens of fans had the same idea, crowding at the start line and cutting off her sight.

Without asking, her boyfriend guided her to stand behind him. Bunny laughed and jumped on her man without pause, securing visibility once again. Sukuna could see just fine with his freakish height. Scratching his scalp in thanks, she watched the newbies fight for first, though from the way poor Junpei jerked his ride they would be lucky to make it back without a crash.

“Bunbun! I hope you said your goodbyes to Sukuna. Soon as I win, I’ll scoop your fine ass up and we’ll head back to my place.”

Gojo taunted as his lithe body slithered up to Sukuna’s broader one. She looked down, flicking a stray dreadlock to keep her vision clear. A pale hand reached out to caress her thigh only to be smacked away by Sukuna.

“Nobody touches what mine. Try and touch her again and you die.” Sukuna growled the hold he had around her lower thighs clenching the fat. Bunny fought the urge to squirm and clench her thighs, knowing at this height, it would be too visible.

The sound of police sirens cutting through the white noise of the gathering interrupted the interaction.

Mister Yoshi, the organizer of the shindig, raised his walkie-talkie to talk to his team on the streets with the drivers. Their job of making sure the police didn’t ruin their fun had no room for error or delayed updates.

“They’re on the bridge!”

“Megumi and Nobara are in the lead!”

“Fuck, I got money on the pink-haired kid!” The commentary kept rolling as Sukuna and Bunny kept their eyes on the bridge. Two more turns and the streetcars would be headed back to the starting line. Nobara had kept a hold of the first spot for this long, but Megumi’s sleek black honda had been on her ass the entire time.

“C’mon brat,” Sukuna muttered. His adrenaline was pumping, mind and body eager to get behind the wheel of his own honda. He knew that kid had something under his sleeve. Not regular nos or some other booster. Something bigger. Better. Stronger. He wanted to know, needed to know.

Bunny’s brown hand caressed his tattooed face, she already knew what was on her boyfriend’s mind. She couldn’t deny her curiosity about Megumi had been piqued for a while.

“Megumi’s in the lead!” The update brought cheers and curses out of the onlookers. Bunny heard a few excited and sultry ‘Gumi!’ from some of the population. So the kid had his own groupies, another fan favorite in the making.

“Itadori!”

“Yes, come on kid. Bring it home.”

“Gumi’s not gonna lose, pipe down bitch.”

“What the FUCK is that kid doing!?” Junpei, who had been steadily at the back of the pack, suddenly flared his car, likely releasing nos for a fighting chance. His ride jerked, the poor kid’s inexperience showing, while the car caught up to the other drivers. “He’s gonna crash!”

Chaos erupted, Bunny could see Mister Yoshi back on his walkie-talkie talking fast and mean to his team, trying to find out what the hell was going on. Sukuna gripped her thighs tight, ready to run the second things went south.

“Itadori’s right infront of him!

“If they crash then the N2O will-” Like a prophet, the crowd watched the spectator’s words come true. Junpei rear-ended Itadori’s vehicle, sending both cars into a spin. Nobara barely jerked herself out of the way. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

Nitrous Oxide, while not a combustible gas, is a damn good accelerant to a pre-existing fire.

“HOLY FUCK!” Bunny yelped as two cars caught fire on the bridge. Itadori swerved and busted through the railings of the bridge. Everyone watch the kid’s canary yellow Volkswagon fall a good 300 meters before hitting the water. Faintly she could hear Gojo curse up a storm.

“Oh my god, he’s dead!”

“Scatter. The cops are coming!” Mister Yoshi yelled, sending the crowd into further pandemonium. Sukuna’s feet didn’t miss a beat, already sprinting back to his car after the first word. Bunny held on tight to her boyfriend and observed how quick some people were more than others. Panda got himself in the truckbed of his friend, banging on the side of the truck as a signal for them to haul ass.

Sukuna clenched his girlfriend’s thighs, refusing to let her fall off him. When they reached his car, she climbed down and got herself in the backseat instead of going around to the passenger side.

“Fucking go!”

“Shut up, no backseat driving.” He snarked, following her directions and starting up the engine. He peeled out the spot and joined the pack of fleeing cars. Grinding his jaws, Sukuna maneuvered them out the street, not giving a fuck about cutting anyone off. They didn’t matter. He couldn’t go back to jail. And Bunny, well-

“I can’t get arrested, the school’ll fire me! Assistant principal already hates me.” She whined. Sukuna grunted. He often forgot how different their backgrounds were.

“Won’t let that happen, little Bunny. Hold tight!” He warned as he hit the city traffic. Horns blared and tires screeched, but he kept going. His shop sat on a street two turns away. The sound of sirens too close for comfort and assaulting his ears.

“Fucking move it-” the sound of a phone ringing interrupted his gruff yelling. Bunny fumbled with the phone, his, before answering with a wary hello.

“Put me on speaker BunBun.” She did not.

“Gojo?”

“Fucking end the call. M’not dealing with his mouth outside of racin’” Sukuna commanded, his already unyielding grip on the steering wheel growing tighter in agitation. Bunny bit her bottom lip, tuning ino her boyfriend’s rough behavior. His knuckles were white from how rigid he held the wheel. His sharp jaw tensed and untensed. His focus directed at getting them back home.

The blood in her veins turned to lava.

Sukuna looked in the rearview mirror, wondering why Gojo’s voice hadn’t stopped assaulting his ears and nerves. The look in his girl’s eye told him all he needed to know. “Bunny. End it. Now.”

The ending beep came quick. Sukuna smirked and glanced back at the mirror.

“Good girl.”

Chuckles erupted out his muscular chest as Bunny punched the back of his seat, knowing he read her right. “Stop it, woman. This is the thanks I get for getting us home safe?”

Her punches slowed to the occasional tap against the dark leather upholstery. The engine roared as the gears switched, pitch-black tires twisted at Sukuna’s direction, taking the couple off the main road to the side street. “You’re not getting fired this time, tell that bitch to fuck off or kill herself.”

It took all her concentration to respond with a mere hum, her mind already occupied with ideas of how she should shower her savior with her gratitude. Sukuna could feel the storm inside his girlfriend brewing and had already caught her eyeing him up like a piece of meat. He didn’t fight the grin taking over the bottom half of his face as he put his car in park, shaking her out of a trance.

Bunny’s head swiveled to the window. Huh, they were back at the shop. She didn’t even notice. Her door opened from the outside, with Sukuna standing there with a self-satisfied expression. When her feet touched the concrete, his hands pulled her close. Her head bounced on his chest.

“Where's my thanks, woman?” Bunny licked her suddenly dry lips.

“Thank you.” Her round nose scrunched from feeding his ego.

“Aht, aht, aht. Thank you, what?” He growled while swooping down to slip an arm under her legs. His other hand toyed with one of her several dangling earrings. “Use those manners you love to boast about.”

“Thank you, Suki.” A calloused hand moved from her ear to grip on her chin, now demanding eye contact. As his legs carried them up the stairs to the loft, Sukuna waited for her to slap his hand away.

“That’s not my name. Say my name.”

“I did. It’s Suki.” The grin on his face spelled her doom. Bunny’s thighs clenched.

“Looks like I have to retrain my bunny. And you were doing so well, baby. Is my pet being a brat?” Kissing her cheek, Sukuna climbed the last of the stairs and crossed the threshold. He let her down and turned to lock the door. Then he bent down again to flip his girlfriend over his shoulder, giving himself the perfect access to her barely covered rear. “I’m giving you one last chance, what’s my name?”

“Rumplestilskin. ” A slap on her ass pushed a squeal out her mouth to follow her sass.

“Alright, you wanna play bunny? Daddy can do that.” Bunny couldn’t fight the shiver ransacking her body nor the barely audible whine escaping her lips. He began the journey to their bed, leaving the past two hours behind him. The race, the police, the highly likely death of two racers, discarded like their clothes that covered the floor. Well, not everything.

“Don’t think I forgot about that stupid bet you made with Gojo. If you wanted to be a slut so bad, you could have told me.” Bunny’s nude body bounced as it made contact with the mattress, the beginning of her fall from grace. Brown eyes turned shy at the sight of a shirtless Sukuna, sadism dripping down his tanned skin like sweat.

Bunny fought the urge to scoot back to the headboard, away from the intimidating body that already had one knee on the bed. Away from the nearing consequences of her actions. Instead, she steeled her nerves. Though naked, her tongue provided a cloak of defense.

“Slut me out.” Even in the darkness of the night, the gleam of his sharp white teeth could not be ignored. Along with his teeth, the silver of his chain, usually hidden under his various shirts and tank tops, absorbed the small amount of light in the room. Her blood rushed, saliva pooling in her mouth at the thought of licking the jewelry to taste the unique infusion of Sukuna and cold metal.

“Yeah? You just cock hungry? That why you said yes to the bet?” At her nod, Sukuna climbed onto the mattress and straddled her hips. His pants were still on, with his belt and zipper undone carelessly. “That’s not good, Bunny. You can’t act like that, they’ll start thinking you’re not getting fucked right.”

Hot kisses scorched the brown skin of her neck and clavicle, Sukuna planted one after the other. His hand dove under her back, swimming to the small of her back and pushing up with a single finger until her back arched.

“Am I not fucking you right, my little pet?” Bunny’s neck snapped as she shook her head vehemently as if her action would erase the devastated tone in her boyfriend’s question. “Don’t lie baby. I haven’t been doing a good job-”

“Suki!” She shrieked as their bodies rolled in the bed, only stopping after Sukuna deemed the new position acceptable. The rough texture of his pants itched the sensitive skin of her underbelly. The fat of her lower half jiggled for a moment as the air conditioner blew cool air over her. Now she felt exposed.

Bunny had been placed over his lap. Eyes widening, she tried to recall if he was wearing any rings tonight, or if she heard metal clang against a surface since they arrived home.

“That’s the only logical explanation for why my sweet pet tried to whore herself out, why she’s been a brat since we got home?”

“Suki, wait! You’ve been good to me, so good. I’m sorry-Ah, fuck!!” His large palm felt like hot iron against her plush ass, the flesh burning from the impact. Ripples worked their way outwards from the epicenter, up her back, and down her thighs. “Fuck!”

“Such a dirty mouth, I should correct that too while I have you on my lap.” Her whimpers were music to his ears. Another smack, this one not followed by a curse in an effort to change her fate. “Oh pet, you tryna be good for me now? It’s too late.”

“Sukuna, stop! At least take off your rings before you break the skin.” Even over his lap, Bunny couldn’t resist mouthing off. One of the many traits that he loved about her.

“Why should I? You know I love seeing you bleed for me. Now, enough talking.” His palm struck again, and again, alternating between her cheeks with no real rhyme or reason to it. “You’re not supposed to be talking. I need to retrain you, you’ve forgotten the rules.”

Tears were beading in the corner of her eyes, with every hit Bunny sunk lower and lower. By the time he tired of abusing her flesh, she was sure the lines of his palms would be branded into her skin.

“Good bunny, are the lessons starting to sink in? I can do this all night.” As his mouth and hands assaulted her, she could feel the heat in the base of her belly build. Desire pooled and threatened to drip onto his hard thighs.

“Why you squirming, pet? Tryna tell me something? Spread your legs, baby. Let Daddy see.” His breath hitched when she followed his instruction, slick from her cunt flowing freely to stain his skin. “Good bunny.”

“Kuna, yes!” She whimpered out as two of his large fingers stuffed her hole full. Her body stretched around him to fit. Sukuna hummed in approval as he watched his girlfriend squirm from his forceful pumping.

“You’re so wet from your punishment, just like I trained you to be, pet. Such a good girl, remembering her lessons, huh?” His thumb toyed with her bundle of nerves, flicking it in time with his pace until a whine left Bunny’s throat. “Back to being my angel, baby?”

All Bunny could do was nod her head as her senses blurred the closer she moved to her release. His fingers toyed with her, rubbing against that rough patch inside of her, skimming her clit while her juices continued to run out her cunt along the rough lines of his hand.

As she lost her mind and fell apart in his lap, Sukuna began to hum in contentment. His girl was his favorite instrument, one that he had mastered early on in their relationship. She could whine and pitch a fit, curse and moan his government name until she turned blue in the face, Sukuna knew her hard limits. She’ll have enough when he deemed fit and not a moment sooner.

“My bunny, my bunny, my sweet little bunny. You’re so close my fingers can barely move. Cum on my hand. Give it to me. On a silver platter. Like I trained you to.” His demand fell on deaf ears, her senses overloaded the longer he rolled and flicked her clit. Bunny’s heart banged itself against her chest. Only when Sukuna eased up did the roar in her ears quiet down.

“Please, Sukuna. Don’t stop. I-” Dear god, her pussy ached. Her climax was right there. He stopped right when she was about to cross the finish line.

“Don’t worry, Bunny.” Like a bullet, his thick fingers pierced through her hole and left her gasping for air. Her core exploded. From her cunt to her toes, waves of pleasure rolled through her sweaty body, hitting each nerve and filling every pore with oxycontin until she felt higher than the clouds in the night sky.

“I’m not stopping anytime soon. Engine’s all revved up. I think you said something about seeing the winner’s circle?”

Next

Chapter One

Pairing: Black Fem!Reader x Hitman Toji Fushiguro

CW: Profanity, Hints of Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Comfort

Word Count: Don't worry about it.

Summary:

“I’m only going to say this one more time, Toji. I don’t do situationships. I don’t do friends with benefits or the occasional hookup. You want more? I want you to try. Earn me.”

His hands are so bloody, that if you ever knew the source, you would'nt want someone like him to try. He shouldn't be here, taking up so much of your time, asking for more. But he's selfish.

-or; Toji, a notorious hitman, moves to America for more money and a better life for his son. He didnt expect to sleep with you, let alone want more. When his dangerous life catches up to him, he takes on one final lucrative hit, but realizes this target has unseen connections hitting closer to home. Now he must navigate a perilous job while desperately keeping his criminal double life hidden from you.

Authors Notes: Hello! I hope you all enjoy this first chapter. As stated in the masterlist, this fic is a continuation from Maneater, so reading that will definitely help set the tone for this fic. I plan to dig deep with this story and really find my voice writing a different genre.

As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated! Enjoy and thank you for your support!

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…women like you drown oceans -Rupi Kaur

*** You ***

Pop!

The sharp sound of gum expanding and then exploding causes you to flinch, your eyeliner pen frozen just above your lid. Through the mirror’s reflection, you shoot a glare at the open closet door, where your cousin rummages through your clothes.

Pop!

She’s in her own little world. If this were any other circumstance, she would have been scolded for her habit of popping gum—a top offender on the list of annoying behaviors ingrained in both of you since childhood. You detest the sound, and if you were closer, you would have punched her in the stomach by now.

You and your cousin typically get along well, but she enjoys testing your limits to coax you out of your shell. The only way to shut her up is by letting her tire herself out during her talkative rampages or swinging at her when you’ve had enough.

Every day with her is a gamble of which will come first.

Your eyeliner is still hovering by your upper lid, suspended in place as you watch another sundress get haphazardly thrown against the closet wall instead of being put back on a hanger where it fucking belongs.

You can’t bother with trying to get violent with her, you’re way too preoccupied with other thoughts. More incessant thoughts like how to play it cool on a date. It’s not that hard, right? Be yourself, get a gauge of the man trying to impress you, entertain a few hours of your day and then back home to relax.

Easy.

If it were anyone else but Toji, then it would be easy.

You had buried yourself in double shifts and extended hours in the lab just to distract yourself from today. Anything to keep you busy and keep your mind off the fact that someone you are sort of interested in…wants to see you. And he reminds you every day when you look down at your phone.

Despite his admission of being a lazy texter, Toji is surprisingly consistent. But the messages take on a blunt form wrapped around a small pearl of care.

Toji: Eat breakfast. What good are you in a hospital if you pass out?

Toji: Stop taking on more shifts, its stupid. Go home and rest.

Toji: You better not be tired this weekend. 

No matter how hard you try to force your face to stay immobile, each text makes your lips twitch into a small smile. He masks his words in harsh deliveries, but the intention is obvious. The satisfying jolt that shoots up your spine when your phone buzzes with a notification from him should be embarrassing. It should be.

But you love it.

It’s absurd, really. Only two weeks have passed since you met him, hardly enough time to form any meaningful connection. Yet, that night at your uncle’s was unexpectedly delightful. Toji was, against your better judgment, charming and attentive, almost to the point of clinginess. And, undeniably, he’s attractive. And a fucking fantastic lay.

So, despite your instinct to ignore a man and the way they flaunt their feathers for your attention, you want Toji to bring that same energy as last time.

You lean your elbows back into the shiny wood of your vanity, focusing your attention on your eye as you lower the eyeliner to your skin.

Pop!

The sound makes you jump, disrupting your focus and smearing the eyeliner across your temple.

“Rene!” you bark, slamming your eyeliner down on the vanity top with a force that makes your hand sting, and you yank a drawer open in search of a makeup wipe. “Stop popping your gum before I come over there and beat the shit out of you.” As you wipe off the smudged makeup, you catch the reflection of your cousin emerging from your closet.

She embodies a beauty that’s almost blinding, matched only by her lively personality. So naturally, heads turn when she enters a room, her chocolate skin seemingly radiant wherever she goes. With her thick, kinky hair always in a protective style and her unshakeable confidence in her intelligence and appearance, Rene caught Shiu’s attention immediately, and he’s been captivated ever since.

She is one of very few in your family who truly gets you, who sees the world with clarity and understands its nuances and how to navigate through it without compromising her ideals. Since childhood, you’ve stuck to each other like glue. She understands you and your guarded demeanor, you understand her and her loud personality. She’s one of your best friends.

But at this moment, as she stands before you in booty shorts and a tank top that accentuates her curves, her twist out cascading from a pineapple updo, and an outfit draped over one arm, she is pissing you off as she pops her gum againwith a cheeky expression.

“I like your makeup.” A sly grin stretches on her face, enhancing her soft features. You ignore her, feeling your defenses rise as she effortlessly peels back your layers. The liquid eyeliner glides against the smooth brown of your skin, forming a subtle cat-eye as you pretend not to notice her approaching you from behind.

She gracefully settles onto your vanity top, ignoring your lipstick casing that teeters over and rolls across the shiny surface. You shoot her another glare before moving to your other eye. “You should put on some mascara too. When you give him head later today, I’m sure he’ll love to see it run down your cheeks and—”

You swing at her not even a second later, landing a solid smack on the side of her thigh. “UM Ow?!”

“Um?? Shut the fuck up,” you growl, sneering at her with a leveling scowl that you hope cuts through her.

It doesn’t.

Rene snorts, shrugging off the vanity and moving to your bed to change her clothes. As she pulls your dark jeans over her thick thighs, you can’t help but wonder if you should dress more…sexy?  Your jean shorts reveal enough skin, and the jersey fits snugly around your torso. You’re no stranger to dressing to the nines and making heads turn just like her, but you value practicality more than appeal. It’s a football game, after all, and you love football. Why bother looking overly sexy when you’ll be screaming and stuffing hotdogs and pretzels in your mouth?

Despite the logic, a hand of insecurity tightens around your throat.

Rene, like the annoyingly clairvoyant bitch she is, tastes the shift in the air and rolls her eyes at you through the mirror’s reflection. “You look fucking amazing. Toji asked you out—frequently, I might add.”

The memories of his persistence flash through your mind in a rush. Heated touches in the backseat of your truck, sweaty skin sliding against each other, and your mouth dripping with moans of satisfaction were constantly interrupted by his repeated question.

“Let me take you out.”

As if he couldn’t get enough. As if he wanted more. As if he wouldn’t leave your uncle’s house that night until you flat-out told him to leave you alone.

You haven’t entertained a man since your cheating ex, so your defenses remain high and guarded, fortified with brick and mortar, armed to fend off anyone who comes too close.

But in such a short time, Toji managed to advance further than others with hard skin resilient to your attacks, and a constant insistence to be by your side. He’s spoken to you in ways that would have landed others in the ER, yet his words were always laced with harsh care to make you confront your own overreactions instead of hiding.

“Stop acting up and let me be nice to you.”

“You’re not mean to men; you just don’t do bullshit.”

“It’s okay to be a little excited about this,” Rene interjects, slicing through the thick current of your anxiety.

And you are, excited and a little nervous, though you don’t respond to her, simply reaching for your clear lip gloss to finish your makeup.

By the time there is a knock on your door thirty minutes later, you and Rene are ready to go. Your curls are piled high on your head, tendrils falling to frame your face and your hairline slicked with curled edges. There’s a subtle shake in your hands wrapped around the handle of your front door, betraying the calm façade you wear.  As you open it, expecting Toji’s familiar face, you’re met with Shiu, a toothpick in his mouth and a gentle smile playing on his lips.

You greet him warmly with a hug, letting him inside. He can only hug you for a second before rushing past you and toward the direction of your room, anxious to see his fiancé. “Don’t fuck on my bed!” you yell after him, loud enough for your cousin to hear.

It’s only a minute later when there’s a knock at the door that makes you jump, shocking you into reality again as you realize that you haven’t moved since inviting Shiu inside. In your stupidity, you look through the peephole and swallow the gasp at Toji’s distorted form.

“I can see your feet. Open the door,” his deep voice cuts, familiar and commanding.

Your fingers curl against the wooden surface of your door, nails scratching lightly along the veneer as you wrestle with the innate temptation to be stubborn. Besides Nanami Kento—another close friend and coworker—Toji is the only man you’ve let talk to you like this. He’s a little bit of an asshole, but beneath his rough exterior lies a tender core that beckons you to peel back the layers like an onion, eager to feel just how soft the bulb is in the center. You’re drawn to him in a way you can’t explain, and it’s a longing that ignites a hunger that you haven’t experienced in a very long time.

With a resigned sigh, you swing the door open to be welcomed by the sight of him, a picture that leaves you momentarily breathless. You swallow the drool that pools instantly in the back of your throat, curl your toes in your sneakers to resist the urge to spring forward and slant your lips against his, and bite the inside of your lip so the twitching on the sides does not turn into a gentle smirk.

“You look good, baby,” his words roll off his tongue effortlessly, his gaze sweeping over you with a knowing intensity. It feels as though he’s studying a heavily guarded masterpiece that he finally has his hands on to steal. He notices every stroke of paint, every blotch that makes you who you are and it’s with a concentration that leaves you dizzy enough to grip the door tighter in your hands.

Though only a week has passed since you last saw him, his presence still grips you with a force that borders on intoxicating. Clad in a black shirt that accentuates his commanding presence, his broad shoulders exude a magnetic strength that summons you, stirring a primal desire to dig your fingernails into him like you did that night in your truck. One of his hands is tucked in a jeaned pocket, the other is behind his back, and jet-black locks brush his cheeks as he chuckles, undoubtedly amused by the dumbfounded stare that you’re still shooting his way. His scar cradles the side of his lips in a seductive curl as he smirks.

God, he’s so—he’s so—

His presence seems to fill the entire room, a tangible force even without crossing the threshold of your home. An urgent ache surges within you, craving the warmth of his embrace, the security of his strength.

“You gonna let me in or just keep your mouth open for the flies?” His voice breaks the reverie in your mind, a well-known blend of annoyance that fills your chest immediately. You’re reminded of how effortlessly irritating he can be, yet there’s a strange allure in his confidence.

At this point, you don’t have a quip loaded up quick enough to shoot back at him. So, you step aside and hold your breath as his large body crosses the threshold of your home.

The last time he was at your door, he barged inside with a barely contained fury and pulled you into an argument that stemmed from your unwillingness to be vulnerable and his lack of expertise in expressing himself. It was a weird song and dance that marked the beginning of something you still don’t fully understand. Now, he’s here with a slightly different demeanor, calm and self-assured as he plants a firm kiss on your cheek as if he’s a hardworking husband returning home just in time for dinner.

You gape at his nonchalance, watching in disbelief as he kicks off his shoes and pulls his hand from behind his back, presenting you a bouquet of flowers in a manner that feels both rushed and sincere. You look down at the flowers, wide-eyed and blinking to make sure the reality you are currently in isn’t actually a simulation.

Daisies.

Not the cheap, wilted blooms you kind of expected from him, but fresh, vibrant flowers. Their white petals gleam softly, each grain of pollen in the yellow center visible in the light of your kitchen. The stems are freshly cut, wrapped in a simple red bow and your chest is fluttering with a severity that unsettles you.

“I didn’t know what kind you liked. And I don’t trust Shiu with an honest answer so…” His words trail off, leaving unspoken sentiments lingering in the air.

 Your lips curl around words that won’t form, and you mentally sort through your book of tricks. It’s a book you’ve spent years filling after countless experiences. Men will do just about anything for pussy. There’s no reason to be shocked at why they do the things they do—they’re all the same.

But even from that first day you met, you have already shuffled through your book when it comes to Toji. Every time you look up whatever trick he tries to pull, you come up with an empty page. There’s never a solution or a pre-written response that you can use. You have no choice but to figure this out on your own and fill in the pages later.

“If you don’t like them, you don’t have to take them,” he cuts into your thoughts, words edged with a trace of embarrassment that he’s trying to cover up with frustration. “Just give them back—” He reaches for the flowers, and you reflexively pull your arms away, much to your own shock at the way your body moves on its own.

“I like them,” you blurt out, your voice not as strong as you want it to be but thankfully steady as the words leave your lips. “They’re very nice, Toji. Thank you.”

He drops his hand, shoves it deep into the pocket of his jeans before clearing his throat and giving you a sharp nod. His eyes take in your face for only a second before they flit away to focus on a random spot in your living room, a hint of blush on his cheeks that makes the fluttering in your chest pick up in speed. It’s a weird feeling that will consume you if you don’t stay in control.

So, you push it down, swallow the pool of saliva in your mouth so it can help the glide, all the way down to the pit of your belly to extinguish the embers that threaten to lick to life. You shuffle past him and into the kitchen to fetch a vase, your mind sorting through the symptoms of various pulmonary diseases to distract yourself from the giddiness of him getting you flowers.

A normal thing. The bare minimum for a man. But it makes you feel great all the same. They aren’t your favorite, not even close, but it’s a gesture that shatters your preconceived notions about Toji that probably shouldn’t be there in the first place.

“What are they?” he asks, face still pink below his eyes that linger on the countertop instead of at you. You untie the bow at the stems and slide the daisies into an antique vase with crystalline ridges, shooting him a questioning raised eyebrow in response. One of his hands gestures wildly to the vase you are filling with water. “Your favorite flowers.”

“Snapdragons.” Toji throws you a quizzical look, his eyebrows pinched together in a clear display of confusion that makes you chuckle. You push the now full vase of flowers to the center of your kitchen countertop, the sight warming your stomach no matter how much you try to stop it. “They aren’t in season, but there’s a vendor here that sells them in the Spring and Fall. Growing up, we lived right next to a river where they would grow. My father would pick them every year and bring them to my mother as a gift. Whenever they wilted, he picked more and replaced them…over and over until they weren’t in season anymore.”

You dig your teeth into the wet flesh of your cheek to stop yourself from rambling, the need to talk more about yourself is at the tip of your tongue. He’s quiet as he takes in your response, eyebrows twitching with fleeting emotion before they smooth out into their usual calm expression. Maybe it’s your eyes playing tricks, but he looks as if he’s locked away your little nugget of information and is ready to move on to the next thing.

More of you.

That gaze is now free of shyness and taking you in, sharp and cutting and rough around the edges, his green irises sliding down to the exposed skin of your thighs, and they must beckon him because he makes his way towards you with a dominating presence that tightens your throat. He walks around the countertop, avoiding the sharp edge from biting into his side and now he’s standing in front of you, looming and dwarfing you without even trying. You catch a whiff of his cheap cologne—a different scent from what you smelled before—but still rich with bergamot undertones that make you more curious than bothered at his frugal mentality.

“Can I kiss you? Or you gonna smack me instead?”

Even though he’s teasing, he displays the growing knowledge of your boundaries and the lengths you will go to protect yourself.

“What, you want to get smacked, Toji?” you retort, lifting an eyebrow at him, your neck tingling from the strain of looking up due to his height. God, he’s such a big man. Big and burly and just enough to overwhelm you in a way that you crave so, so much.

“Nah. I want a kiss,” he confidently responds, blowing away the cloud of lust from around your head.

He’s too close and yet not close enough. He smells too good, looks too good with a voice that’s too deep and melodic for you to ride on logic for a full day, but you need him closer, so much closer and—

Your back brushes against the edge of the kitchen sink, making you tense at the realization that he’s backed you up against it and is looking down at you with that nasty smirk you entertain more than you should.

“You…” you begin, trailing off when one of his muscular arms reaches past you to rest onto the counter on one side, still giving you an escape route even though you’ll take being trapped against him any time of the day. “You already kissed me on the cheek when you walked in without asking me. Don’t be stingy.”

Toji clicks his tongue in disappointment, the sound pushing a rush of electricity down your spine that’s generating too much energy between your legs. He shrugs, broad shoulders pulling up and down, stretching his shirt in the most delicious way. “That’s not enough.”

Although lust is darkening your thoughts slowly despite your resolve, you still have enough common sense to remember the kind of woman you are. You’re someone unwilling to tolerate fuckboy behavior and would rather humiliate a man than give in to temptation that would only embarrass you in the future. You have to stay in control. Just for the rest of the day to measure his intentions with a level head. Even though you feel heavy with lidded eyes, you slip into that second skin of yourself with ease.

“Ask nicely,” you whisper.

He takes the bait—like they always do—and slinks further into your space, his broad and muscular form brushes against your softer one. Your gaze remains indifferent as he asks to kiss you in a sing-song voice that’s borderline annoying and teasing, threatening to make you laugh despite your resistance.

You take in his question with a noncommittal hum and slide a hand up the soft fabric of his chest. The muscles underneath flex and twitch beneath your palm, echoing memories of that unforgettable night when you could slide your fingers on the sweat of his abs as you rode him for all he was worth.

Your hand rests against his cheek, watching as he slowly falls for your trap, inhaling deeply with his lips a mere breath away from yours before you speak calmly and softly.

“No.”

You stroke his cheek in a soothing manner before patting it a little too hard that’s close to a smack, yanking a grunt of frustration from him as he pulls away with an bothered growl. You relish in the sigh of his scar twisting when his face curls with annoyance, his eyes rolling and his arms folding across his chest like a child being denied dessert. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles from your lips, growing in intensity as his eyes narrow at you.

“You’re so damn annoying,” he pouts, and the fact that he truly looks put off for not getting a kiss only makes you laugh harder.

***

The sight and sound of cheering fans excite you, filling you with childhood memories of games with your father. As the four of you make your way through the large parking lot and in the direction of the stadium, you take in the display of emotions that cross Toji’s face as he is immersed in a part of culture unfamiliar to him. The intricacies of American sports are puzzling to Toji, you realize. While you wave excitedly to the fans who are tailgating and grilling food and playing cornhole, he looks on in disbelief. When you explain the concept of tailgating to him, his expression deepens even more. He doesn’t like the hecklers that litter right outside the entrance and try to sell nosebleed tickets twelve times the market price. He thinks porta-pottys are foul as he takes in the long line of people who wait along the side of the large parking lot. You can tell he’s a little overwhelmed, and aggravated by the new things he learns. But he doesn’t complain, content to listen to the three of you as he watches his surroundings.

Despite the array of emotions that engulf him, he keeps you by his side without a second thought. The closer you get to the stadium, the thicker the crowd gets. When you make it through security and begin the long journey up the stone circular walkway of the stadium, Toji wraps a muscular arm around you and rests his hand on your hip in a grip that conveys a protective strength that shoots fluctuating reactions through you.

At first, you think he just wants his hands on you, and you’re prepared to smack his touch away. But then your perception shifts; a random man bumps into you with a sharp elbow into your arm and he turns around with an angry expression ready to yell. The glare that Toji levels at him leaves the man sputtering and apologizing before he slinks back into the crowd.

Normally, you don’t thrive off blatant displays of masculinity, but the sight of the man running away from Toji’s imposing stare makes your stomach fill with a deep-seated lust that surprises you. Like you’re a cavewoman, watching her caveman beat at his chest when another caveman gets too close to you. Toji grumbles to himself about the sheer number of people, his voice tinged with frustration even though his reassuring touch is gentle as he guides you through the throng of people toward your seats.

Thankfully, they aren’t nosebleeds, and they give you a good view of the field, with players already warming up. There is a large group of kids who hang off the rails, squealing in delight as their favorite players come and say hello and sign their jerseys and footballs. The speakers boom with music and commercial ads, the warm air carries the smell of popcorn up your nose, and your blood pumps in excitement.

It has been a while since you attended a football game, distant memories of sitting on your father’s shoulders as you both cheered in the stands. Since his death, you haven’t had the drive nor the time to attend another. So, to be in this position again with a man you are still trying to understand, it’s odd. But it’s not unwelcome and you’re going to enjoy every minute of it. When you watch football at home with your family, you’re a different person. You are loud and unashamed to express your feelings when you watch the games unfold. You stand up and sneer and bark at the officiant who can’t even hear you. You argue with your family about plays and players who will never know you. You love every emotion that the game brings out in you, and you’re unashamed to hide it. Toji is going to see a side of you that will either push him away or make him slink closer for more.

So, when the game begins with the kickoff, you join in the collective screams of the crowd, waving a towel in the air adorned with the yellow and black of your favorite team that is playing.

To your surprise once more, Toji did his homework. He effortlessly explains the rules as you both watch the first quarter together, looking to you for approval to make sure he’s correct. His attentive nature transforms into active participation as he cheers alongside you, his voice deep and booming compared to your screeching.

In the second quarter, there’s an injury on the field and the clash of pads ceases for long enough that fans leave their seats for food and to stretch their legs. Shiu and Rene disappear to get themselves a drink and it’s just you and Toji in the middle of empty seats.

“You’re a screamer,” he teases, his voice low and appreciative as he leans on his thigh with a cheek resting on his fist. His hair flows in the warm air before settling on pale cheeks.

“Too loud for you?” you retort, even if mildly curious about what he thinks of this side of yourself.

Toji purses his lips as he regards you with relaxed eyes. “It didn’t take me long to realize you’re not a dainty little thing. And besides,” A smile stretches across his face, white teeth glinting with a sinister disposition before his lips load with a remark you know will be salacious. “I like my women loud.”

You can be loud if he wants you to be. Preferably in another place besides your car where he can thrust like a man mad between your legs and dig those gleaming white teeth into the skin of your neck—

Oh.

For fuck’s sake. 

Your blood simmers in your veins at the suggestion in his words. His eyes watch your throat when you swallow a thick pool of spit and that smile grows impossibly larger, a Cheshire cat looking at you with nasty intent. He’s too aware of the effect he has on women, and you have to look away from him to resist succumbing to the seductive charm that he wields naturally.

You steer the conversation back into your hands. “You were so curious about me when we first met but I don’t know much about you. Are you here in America for a reason? What do you do for work?”

In your own line of work, observation is key; every subtle cue from your patients holds significance, revealing layers of truths that they usually try to conceal. So, when you notice the tension in Toji’s jaw at your question, the way his features contort subtly, it’s a detail you slot into a drawer of curiosity that takes part of the file cabinet of Toji in your mind.

“I’m a private investigator,” he confesses harshly, catching you off guard. It’s a revelation you don’t anticipate. His imposing features give you the impression of a firefighter or maybe even a cop. Not someone watching others in his car, bugging houses and apartments, and gathering evidence. A PI? You open that drawer of curiosity again and slot away this information as well. He shrugs away the awkwardness that your silence brings, nonchalant and dismissive, avoiding your gaze. “It pays the bills. The hours suck sometimes but…the work is easy.”

“So…naturally I can’t really ask about the things you do?” you don’t hide the inquisitiveness that coats your words.

“It’s nothing glamorous enough to talk about.” And that’s all he offers you in response.

You have a myriad of questions swirling in your mind, each vying for attention from a man who is as tight-lipped as you. How did he even get into this kind of work? Who are his clients? Cheaters, embezzlers…or criminals?

That and so much more brew in your mind, tumbling over the other but ultimately dissipating when you sense his reluctance, evident from his still-averted gaze and tense shoulders.

“What about family? You asked me about mine, but I never got to hear about yours.”

Granted, you only told him about the members of your family who danced in your backyard when you both were wrapped in one another two weeks ago. He doesn’t know about the more intimate parts of your family life. He doesn’t know about your father’s death, or the estrangement of your stepfamily. But that can come later. Toji hasn’t given you enough of himself.

Toji’s features now morph into disdain, souring the air between you. The bright emerald of his eyes dims with a grayish overcast, the liquid of the irises hardening like cooling lava.

His response is terse, laced with palpable displeasure that intensifies the acrid taste in the air. “There isn’t much to tell. I don’t get along with them, and they do their best to not get along with me either.” The timbre of his voice is lower, menacing enough to let you know it’s a subject he won’t entertain. At least for right now.

You open your mouth to speak again, to maybe apologize for making him uncomfortable, to reassure him that you wouldn’t judge him over something like this. He shifts in his seat, clasps his hands together and absentmindedly picks at a callous on the side of his thumb. The pink flush on his cheeks is not one of bashfulness, but of frustration and embarrassment. From the sliver of his eyes you can see, there is something simmering beneath the surface that might take you a while to unveil.

 “I do have a son, though.” The sentence shoots into the air and down your spine with a chilling clarity, breaking the flow of your thoughts as you blink in astonishment.

Pardon???

Considering he’s a grown man a few years older than you, it’s understandable. But the notion of him being a father never crossed your mind. The concept of children isn’t foreign to you; you see and take care of them every day. It’s the concept of children coming from him that’s a new development you have to consider.

While you believe you can handle a relationship with a single father, you’re upset at being told now, rather than before.

“You were with me all day two weeks ago and you never took the time to mention you have a son?”

You don’t hide your irritation. Once your trust is lost, it’s almost impossible to regain. Why would you give away sacred pieces of yourself to a man you wouldn’t trust to hold those pieces with care?

Despite your frustration, you rationalize.

Maybe Toji was nervous to bring it up? Some people may like to ease into such topics. This relationship, or whatever this is, is brand new and smooth. There haven’t been any cracks caused by arguments or behavior that is damaging.

But this isn’t about having a job that he’s not proud of or admitting that he is not financially responsible. This is about an entire child, a facet of his life that he cannot hide away. How long would he have waited to tell you if the topic of family hadn’t come up so soon? Would he have told you? Would he hide his son away and push him off to a babysitter on date nights so you are never aware? Would he sleep over at your house, so you can’t see the room that’s decorated for a child or the toys scattered about the floor?

As you wrestle with the growing anxiety that crawls across your skin, Toji fumbles for something in his pocket, his face a satisfying beet red as you watch him hand you his open phone. Bright from the illumination of the screen, you take in a picture of a young boy who bears a striking resemblance to Toji. His raven locks spiky and disheveled, his green eyes sharp and ethereal, and he wears a bored and calm expression just like his father. The chubbiness of his cheeks and innocence in his eyes tug at something in your chest; he can’t be any older than six years old. The sight of the boy makes you think of the many kids you take care of every day, and some of the frustration subsides within you.

“His name is Megumi,” he informs you, shy despite his rough exterior. He picks at the callous on the side of his thumb again, and one of his legs begins to shake in place.

The frustration dies down more. It’s a beautiful name, and as you look at the picture, a small smile tugs at your lips. You wonder what kind of a boy he is.

“Fuck listen—just I-I’m shit at this.”

You look up at him and take in the apprehension on his face. His lips are downturned in a gentle frown, the scar on the side of his face warped along with the muscles of his mouth. There’s a sense of shame in his gaze, and it somehow makes you feel relieved to know that he can feel just how upset you are.

“I don’t date women…I fuck them and stay around until they want me gone.” He doesn’t bother to sugarcoat his words. They shoot out of his mouth, piercing your skin with their directness. It’s a little painful, and you struggle to absorb his blatant honesty, feeling flashes of anger and indignation fill your chest as your lips part, ready to respond with directness of your own. “But you’re the first woman in a long fucking time that’s made me want more. So just…” he trails off, stuttering over what to say before ultimately growling low in his throat into silence.

You hesitate, lips flinching and syllables of fury dissipating in the small space between your top and bottom lip. “You gonna let me meet him?” you snap because you’re still mildly irritated as you give him his phone and pinch the muscle of his bicep with a harshness that reflects your fading anger and your desire to see him squirm for his actions.

He swats your hand away as if you’re a pest, moving his arm from you with a sneer that holds no malice. “No let me just lock him in my closet every time I want to see you—of course, I’ll fucking let you meet him.”

You throw him a withering glare, ignoring his sarcasm, and the smirk that slides onto his lips only makes you want to either smack or kiss him. The fact that you can’t decide on which only annoys you more.

*** Toji ***

“Gimme two hot dogs and a pretzel,” Toji mutters to the concession stand attendant. It’s halftime, and the walkways behind the stands are crowded with fans hurrying to go to the bathroom, or for more food and alcohol. You stand close to him, a welcome warmth that he wants more of but refuses to ask for on the off chance you deny him. He doesn’t feel like pouting for the rest of the day.

“And what’ll it be for the lady?” the attendant asks with a level of humor that is off-putting, a smile on his face that Toji knows you itch to smack off.

“It is for the lady,” you correct, a hint of condescension falling from plush lips that you still won’t let him taste. The attendant sputters, his face red as a tomato as he takes the rest of Toji’s order, doing his best to ignore the deadly glare you shoot him as he counts Toji’s money. A snort rattles from Toji’s chest as he watches you. He’s known from the beginning that you’re fiery, but seeing it firsthand fascinates and arouses him at the same time.

This environment is different for him, odd in every way, and a foreign ground that he’s unsteady on. The celebratory atmosphere reminds him of the loud laughter and fireworks from festivals that he could hear outside the Zenin compound throughout the year. He thinks of the Tanabata festivals he never got to experience or the years of Hanami that he was forbidden to enjoy. He could only take a small bit of pleasure in cherry blossoms in the Zenin gardens, blooming and scattering their petals on the well-kept grass to mark the beginning of the season. As a child, he was never allowed much. He was seen as ‘inferior trash’ that was insignificant and unworthy to be looked at let alone talked to unless it was to yell or belittle. Naturally, his family didn’t want others to see where said trash came from if they could help it.

He can’t think about it right now—he won’t. The thought of his family brings a tight coil of pain and anger in his chest, a coil he had used as fuel to cope with his dangerous decisions.

There’s so much more that he needs to focus on, like the fact that you’ve already taken a big bite out of one of your hot dogs. Half of it has disappeared from your hand, and there’s ketchup on the edge of your mouth as you chew. He notices the way you shift your hips from side to side in your seat, and the satisfied hum that escapes your throat. You’re satisfied, and while you eat with manners, you don’t hide your boisterous enjoyment, finishing one hot dog and moving on to the next, your pretzel wedged between the meat of your seductive thighs.

He’s been trying to be respectful all day ever since you denied him a kiss in the kitchen, but you’re tempting him. When you answered the door earlier in the afternoon, the hand that was in his pocket pinched the side of his thigh until the shameless thoughts could fade away.

You’ve graced his presence with shorts and a jersey, a yellow and black number that lays against your chocolate skin in a way that still seems to make you glow in the setting sun. No braids this time, your natural curls have fallen from your bun after screaming so much, framing your face and causing your gold hoops to wink at him. You didn’t wear makeup that night when he met you, so the sight of eyeliner on you today, and the way it accentuates the curve of your eye and the heaviness of your long lashes, it makes him shift in his seat.

He’s had to clench his jaw and bear the pain of his teeth grinding against each other to stop himself from ogling at the mouth-watering canvas of your legs. You’re all curves with dimples at the bottom of your thighs when you sit, and his gums ache to sink into the flesh so you can squeal and beg for him to touch you where you want it most. It’s been weeks since that night and he’s feigning for more. When you smile at him or shoot him a glare, it reminds him of that commanding aura you had in the backseat of your truck, and the back of his neck prickles with sweat.

While the thought of you skinning him alive if he decides to be a Neanderthal turns him on, he wants to be civil. In your kitchen earlier today, you allowed him to get close enough to feel the heat radiating from your skin, to catch the scent of coconut from your curls, tantalizing his senses until your firm ‘no’ sobered him up immediately. It was a stark reminder of who you are, and how little you tolerate.

He'll behave.

His eyes catch you guzzling down five heaping gulps of your beer, the foam coating your upper lip. You wipe it away with your finger, sucking the digit into your mouth, and popping it out completely oblivious to how sinful you look and Toji’s catapulted into that day when you sucked your own cum off his fingers.

He has to behave.

The vibration of his phone in his pocket sours his mood immediately, turning his gaze from your form as he digs into his pocket. It’s the third time it’s buzzed today, and he knows who it is. No matter how hard he tries to ignore it, he can only put off his job for so long.

Unknown: Good job on the assignment last week. 

Unknown: Your pay should be in your account by tonight.

Unknown: There’s another contract for you if you’re interested. Message me back and I’ll send you details.

“Everything okay?” Your voice pulls him from his phone, and he meets your curious gaze, one of your elegant eyebrows lifting in question as you assess him. “Something with work?”

“Yea,” he replies and regrets it immediately.

Lie #1

It’s not a complete lie—it is work—but the details…

Toji takes a long swig of his beer, attempting to soothe the shame that washes over him.

You really are a screamer.

Toji sits back in his seat, watching you with a wicked smile as you unleash a torrent of colorful language that makes his cock twitch. Even though you roar with the crowd, your voice rises higher.

“That’s a fucking flag! I should come down there and officiate for you instead you stupid piece of shit!”

Your curls brush the skin of your cheeks that puff in your frustration, your arms folding across your chest as you cock your hip and growl beneath your breath. You’re easily the loudest one in this section of the stands. Rene revels in it, egging you on by rooting for the opposite team and giggling when you bark at her. Shiu is content to watch the display, a fresh toothpick in his mouth and an arm over Rene’s shoulders as he idly twirls a lock of hair at her nape. You’re all yelling and sputtering indignation as you watch the game unfold, your team losing by what Toji has learned is a touchdown.

He knew this side of you was there. He could tell in the weight of your gaze that night. It's a side of you that he did not expect to see so soon. He soaks it in. He takes in the way you cuss out the man three rows down who won’t stop glaring at you. He absorbs how high-pitched the screech of your voice makes his eardrums shake, and he revels in the smile that forms on your lips when your team scores the game-winning touchdown.

When there are lulls in the game, you tell him about your career. You’re a pulmonary pediatric fellow at a hospital here in town that’s only a year and a half from completing your fellowship. You smile when you talk about the kids you take care of and your associates at work. You’re proud of your research and of how far you’ve come.

All of it, every part of you that you show him, is comforting. Warm despite how cold you appear. It’s a comfort he didn’t imagine having…ever in his life—especially a dreary life like his. But he soaks up this—you—as much as he can.

When the game is over, you’re elated and giggling, tucked into his side as he guides you through the drunken crowd. The moon is high in the sky, and it bathes your skin and makes you stand out in the crowd. You look up at him, smiling softly with a buzzed gaze that’s two beers deep.

“Did you have fun? Not bad for your first American game?”

“You screamed the entire time,” he teases, chuckling at the way you gape up at him and then sneer before turning away. He throws his arm around your shoulders, using the touch as a safe territory to keep his hands to himself, and pulls you closer.

You demand cotton candy which he indulges in as well before you both part ways with Rene and Shiu. The journey back to your apartment is a quiet one. As Toji drives, the warm July air fills the car, mingling with the faint strains of classic rock playing on the radio. Toji watches with flickering glances as you hum along, your eyes closed and the breeze wafting through your curls loose around your shoulders.

Something inside of him rattles. Whatever it is, it’s long-forgotten and buried deep within him, surrounded by cobwebs and dust that have accumulated over time since that dark day years ago.

*** You ***

From the short journey of his car to inside of your apartment, you repeat to yourself that you have to take this slow, for your own peace of mind.

You keep the most intimate parts of yourself locked away and only those who are worthy of you have a copy of the key. But somehow, and in such a short time, Toji has stolen a copy for himself and slotted the key into the door. But thankfully, the door is caught against the wall, hinges rusted over and ungiving.

You have to know more about him before you let him in to look at those parts of you. If you jump the gun and give him more so soon and end up hurt, it will throw you into a depth of pain that you promised yourself to never touch again if you could help it.

“You have a good time?”

Toji’s voice breaks the silence, his arms folding tightly across his chest, betraying the restlessness in his hands. His messy black locks, tousled by the late July humidity, partially hide his emerald gaze, which flickers briefly to meet your own before darting away.

Your socked feet pad across the hardwood floor, closing the space between you, and your head slowly tilts to look at him. Despite his façade of composure, his scar curves against his lips in a slight twist, twitching as he tries not to frown. Thin eyebrows pitch down in frustration, and you catch the way his fingertips drum against the skin of his biceps. He’s fidgety—nervous. Is he upset with himself? Ashamed that he couldn’t take you out on a proper date with dinner and a movie like everyone else expects?

Hopefully, he will learn that you go against the grain of proper in so many ways.

“I had a great time,” you confess softly, noticing the subtle relaxation in his stance at your words. The thrumming of his fingers stop, the tension in his shoulder fades. “You wanted to take me out and I let you. That all you want from me?”

He’s such an expressive man.

His face twists, perturbed by your bluntness and the prospect of delving into emotional territory. “I told you already that I want more.”

His declaration sends a fluttering through your heart that is reminiscent of the feeling you had when he surprised you with a slice of yellow cake. It’s comforting, and you want to lean into it. But it’s not enough to overwhelm you. You’re still in your right mind and still aware of your expectations even though he captivates you.

You press your finger into the firmness of his chest, hard so that the muscle pillows around your digit. The gaze you shoot up at him is unyielding, serious, and menacing enough that he straightens his spine just a little.

“Listen to me, because I’m only going to say this one more time. I don’t do situationships. I don’t do friends with benefits or the occasional hookup. I’m not saying things need to be serious with us but…you need to show me that you mean it.”

As you speak, you assess Toji, who shows no signs of amusement or ignorance. His posture is rigid, his back ramrod straight, and his deep green gaze locked onto yours.

“That night we had was great. I won’t deny that but…I won’t compromise my expectations and I don’t tolerate bullshit. I’m not going to let you fuck me just because we did it before. You want more? I want you to try. Earn me.”

You relish in the way his eyes widen, contemplating your words and the severity beneath them before his face smooths back into its usual cool demeanor. He unfolds his arms from his chest, and you curse inwardly at the way you immediately watch his shirt stretch across defined pectorals.

“You know you’re a feisty little thing.”

Heat from the way he speaks and annoyance at his lack of attention flare within you like wildfire. You open your mouth to yell, to bark at him to be serious, but the sound of his laughter extinguishes that fire inside of you instantly.

He doesn’t offer an apology for his comment and you don’t need one. You know you’re feisty and steadfast. It’s the only way you can function around men to survive, to stay afloat and still have a grasp of who you are. And if Toji couldn’t handle it, you definitely wouldn’t have slept with him or entertained a date that you thoroughly enjoyed.

“I’ll try,” he finally offers, voice soft but filled with conviction. Normally the small remark would offend you, but surprisingly coming from Toji, it’s enough.

Observing his behavior today and a little bit two weeks ago, you note his acceptance of your quirks and individuality—at least the bits you allow him to see. He marveled at the amount of food you ate and joined alongside you. He let you babble to him about every single player on your favorite team and how many championships they had won. He let you display your strength in your voice and personality, didn’t try to control or overshadow you like so many other past experiences you’ve had before learning how to rule the men in your life.

He let you be yourself.

And that thought makes you finally open your mouth to give him something he had asked for earlier, something you had previously denied despite your own desires.

“You can have your kiss,” you offer with a shrug, feigning nonchalance even though your heart picks up in speed as the implication registers on his face. “So you better do it right.”

It’s an invitation that he snatches away from your imaginary hands and tears open with thick fingers, greedy and growling with finality.

His sharp gaze traces the contours of your body, unabashed in its appraisal, leering at the pieces of skin visible to him. You know he’s been looking at you all day, but his observation now is intense, heavy and without reservation and you’re fumbling from the sudden rush of longing that pumps hot through your veins.

Toji inches closer, your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, his towering presence overwhelming your small stature. His height ignites an evolutionary desire in you that makes your mouth water, makes your cunt pulse with need beckoning for him to fill the mold he left inside two weeks ago. You’re still not used to climbing up the summit of him, so the air is thin once more, pulling the oxygen from your lungs and stuttering in your chest when a large hand cups the side of your neck and tilts your face up to him like an offering.

When his lips slide against yours, your fingers in his shirt tighten. His touch singes the ends of your nerves, boils the blood in your veins that pump fast throughout your body. Your skin is burning, searing when muscular arms hoist you up and wrap your legs around his thick waist before your ass is sliding on the cold marble of your kitchen counter, your lips still sealed against his.

There’s so much of this that feels like that night at your uncle’s. So much and yet not enough.

He drowns you with his touch, digs his fingers into the plump flesh of your thighs before yanking you, hard and with unforgiving impatience, closer to his body. The fabric of your jeans rubs too harsh against your wet panties, digs against the sensitivity of your clit and you repress the insatiable yearning to roll your hips against his.

Toji’s large hands slide up your body, traversing the mesh of your jersey that hugs you before cupping each side of your face again to tilt you sharper in the way he wants. Blue raspberry from the cotton candy you both indulged in after the game coats his tongue that licks your bottom lip in a silent request for entrance, and you grant him access, surrendering a whimper into his mouth as his tongue slides sinfully against yours. Tastebuds kiss your own, slide against them with whispered promise of satisfaction if you just relax and melt further into him. Just a little.

But you can’t, god you can’t.

You’re losing control and you have to stay strong. You have to stay above the waters of logical thinking even though you’re sinking with every stroke of his tongue, with every sweet, hot breath into your mouth, with every inch of flesh that your fingers dig into his chest because you need more. More than a kiss, more than what he’s offering, and you know he can give it to you. Toji can pull you into the inferno he’s raging inside of your body until your clothes are scorched off and his skin is sliding against yours sweaty, sticky, and undulating with every roll of his hips.

But he doesn’t give you more. He doesn’t pull you further into that fire.

The intensity of his kiss dies down slowly, his lips pulling away from yours with a wet smack as you pant along with him. Toji kisses your lips once, then twice, nips your bottom lip to seal everything he’s given before smirking down at you. Too devilish and arrogant and you don’t have a working brain cell in your head right now to correct him. His hands that cradle your cheeks slide down to your upper arms, giving them a gentle squeeze before he speaks.

“You still gonna let me be nice to you?”

His words are an echo of that night, his own way of telling you that he’s here. That he wants more—that he wants to give you more. You just have to let him.

With your head still swimming and the pulsing between your legs refusing to calm, you want him to be more than nice right now. But remembering the boundaries you have set, you nod instead and sigh into him when he kisses you one last time, sweeping his blue raspberry-flavored tongue against yours before pulling away, acting as though it’s nothing, as though you’re not sweaty at the small of your back and trembling with desire.

“Lock the door for me,” he commands, words devoid of a questioning tone, but filled with a sense of security and protection that you lean into.

“O-okay,” you manage to breathe, your heart slowing back into sinus rhythm, only to jump again as he places one final kiss on your lips, then your nose. You frantically bat him away before you lose consciousness, because any more and you’ll drag him into your room and disregard everything you said five minutes ago.

 You watch him saunter away, pull his keys from his pocket, and twirl them in his hand before winking. “I’ll text you.”

It sounds so ridiculous coming from his lips, from a grown man who looks as if he doesn’t even know what a cellphone is, let alone a text message.

But it still makes your heart jump all the same.

You can only nod in response because your throat is too dry and heavy in the back of your throat with each swallow you take. You follow him to the door and roll your eyes at his annoying smirk before he closes the door behind him, casting your apartment into silence.

Your fingers wobble as they turn the locks of your door into place. You’re lightheaded, brain flitting through salacious memories of what you both did weeks ago and what you could easily be doing now.

You throw your back against the door and sag to the floor with an annoyed sigh.

*** Toji ***

Unknown: There’s another contract for you if you’re interested. Message me back and I’ll send you details.

Toji: I’m interested. Send me what you have.

JJK Boys with a black gf

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento and Ryomen Sukuna x !femblackreader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, angst (Gojo and Sukuna), deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Laguage,toxic relationships, slightly suggestive, slight mentions of violence, age gaps, drinking(everyone is +18)

Wc: 2K+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

a/n this slowly left headcanon territory and slowly become drabbles I couldn't stop myself 😔 (I blame Toji's one)

Gojo Satoru

ª Chaotic (that’s it)

ª Well, its canon that Gojo is a hoe so he will be a hoe in this one (hehe😙)

ª You guys started out as fwb because you need a stress reliever but don’t have time for a committed relationship

ª However, you broke it off after a couple months because you were beginning to feel more than friendly feelings towards Gojo (eck)

ª But Gojo is possessive, so he kept bothering you until you told him (it was an eventful night)

ª A week passed since your ‘confession’ then Gojo reached out to you and said he would like to try with you

ª It was great for a couple of weeks until you found out he was still sleeping with other girls (angst train coming through)

ª Let’s just say for about 6 months you were in a cycle of breaking up and getting back together due to Gojo’s infidelity but also your feelings for him

ª However, with the end of the year approaching you made the year’s resolution of forever breaking it off with Gojo

ª 3 months into the new year Gojo once again comes back to you realising you were the best thing that ever happened to him

ª Like he was begging for a chance and even broke down he finally promised to leave his side chicks and be celibate (man’s fully committed)

ª You still didn’t give in but after a week Nanami gave you call (Gojo begged him) to say to give Gojo a chance even if you guys are just friends

ª After a couple days of pondering, you decided to start a friendship with him only

ª After months you officially started dating but you still had some trust issues

ª He knew about this, so he gave you his socials and more

ª Even though you guys started off in the wrong foot, he really tries to make it up to you

ª He loves spoiling you soo much and literally buys anything for you (I mean he is rich rich)

ª His students love you sooo much especially his little tutoring group (Megumi, Itadori etc)

ª He adores and when I say adore, I mean he lowkey fetishes it 😐 so he is always playing it because of how soft it is

ª Your parents hated him and your older brother nearly fought him but after a year they tolerated him however big bro don’t (he legit just waiting for a chance to fuck him up)

Itadori Yuuji

ª You, him, Nobara and Megumi are besties

ª All 4 of you went out and when Nobara was drunk she accidentally spilled the beans (oops)

ª Yuuji was so red he literally stormed out without a single word however you were so pissed of your mind that you didn’t notice what was said

ª Fast forward next morning you wake up with an aching head a dozen messages and phone calls from itadori saying sorry and just being cute and saying why he lies you and that you don’t have to like him back (ughhh my heart)

ª So, you called him over at the end of the say and you both sat down had a mature conversation where you confessed as well then you started dating yayy

ª Not much changed in your dynamic other than then the constant cuddling and kissing

ª Poor Megumi and Kugisaki were always 3rd wheeling

ª When you are doing your hair what he does is legit sit down and just watch you in adoring way not creepily and asks questions (like a puppy)

ª Loves calling you at random times to just look at you or to show things that you would like

ª You have a snapchat streak which is a long as your relationship

ª He wants to spoil but he is broke (broke college student tings)

ª However, this doesn’t stop him from paying for your meals together and buying your favourite snacks

ª Since he has no living relatives your family essentially adopted him so when they found out you were dating, they were confused cuz they already thought that was the case (lol)

Megumi Fushiguro

ª You two were childhood besties because your dads were bestfriends

ª However, when you were 10 your dad passed away, so you moved away to your aunts thus losing contact

ª Now in your second year of college you meet again in a coffee shop

ª He works and notices you were a regular (but doesn’t remember you)

ª So, he makes his move and you guys’ start being friends and taking more often until he asks you out

ª You didn’t remember each other until you met his dad a month after you were official and Toji told you

ª It was an emotional day, but you laughed about how oblivious you both are

ª Megumi is an attentive boyfriend so he notices changes he might not be onto big gestures, but he shows his love through the little things

ª He notices when you ran out of necessary products and snacks and happily buys them or reminds you

ª This man has a 6th sense when it comes to that time of the month because he is prepared to the emotional roller-coaster for the next week

ª He always says or send goodnight/good morning texts even if you are asleep, busy or anything

ª Megumi similar to his father is slightly possessive so he bought you a necklace with his initials and matching bracelets, so everyone knew you were his

ª Since he knows your routine by heart when it wash day, he tends to just come over for presence though he doesn’t bother you so you can get your hair done in peace

ª Though he will never tell you he has a skincare routine, and silk sheets just for you for when you sleepover

ª He also learned how to cook your favourite for your 6 months anniversary

ª He might not do overly open things, but he still loves you

Fushiguro Toji

ª WELL since Canon Toji a DILF then in this headcanon he will be

ª There is a slight age gap between you and Toji you are 22-year-old broke college student babysitting 7-year-old Megumi (Toji being 27)

ª Both Fushiguro males absolutely love you (love 🍫 women 😭)

ª They are heartbroken when you quit your job since you finished college and don’t need the extra cash

ª However, Toji doesn’t want to let you go and since his company specialises in, he offers you an internship

ª You are so excited when he offers it you accidentally hug him (you kept apologising but he said it was cool)

ª At your graduation both Toji and Megumi attended as well as your family and as a gift they gave you are really pretty and expensive (some serious sugar daddy vibes)

ª Anyways one night at a co-workers’ social gathering you got extremely drunk (lol) and Toji took you home (ya’ll see where I am going😉)

ª You accidentally let it spill that you had a fat crush on him and would really like to f*ck him

ª Next morning you wake up to a half-naked Toji and a tray of food (long story short your dream came true)

ª After a mini freak-out you ate your delicious meal and talked it out

ª At first your relationship was secret cuz you were testing the waters and he is your boss

ª After a month you guys told Megumi who was overjoyed but his little smartass was suspecting something

ª Toji just loves spoiling you so he will buy everything and anything

ª He completely adores your cooking so once a week you make dinner for the 3 of you and attempt to teach him

ª Doesn’t understand why you. Constantly change your hair (though you explained) but will happily pay any hair or nail appointments

ª Your parents love him because he is mature however still concerned because he is older than you

ª Loves calling you his Princess

ª He is quite rich, so he is in the media however he keeps you away from it

ª Due to your weekly sleepovers, he deadass has a closet for you and ofc all his sheets are already silk

ª He happily will drop anything to be with you

Nanami Kento

ª Also radiates DILF energy so a child he will get

ª You are his 8-year- old daughter 3rd grade teacher

ª He also teaches at an university with Gojo (it just stresses him out really)

ª You guys have only had brief conversations and it usually about his daughter however he still found you attractive

ª He only wanted to make a move once his daughter finished 3rd grade

ª Long story he grew impatient and asked you at the next teacher/parent meeting 😑

ª The date was lovely and now you are officially together

ª When his daughter found out she told all her classmates that ‘Miss L/N is her new mommy’ (everyone was jealous)

ª Nanami is a really doting boyfriend

ª One weekly activity is you guys marking work together in silence (he really likes your presence)

ª He is also very attentive so if he notices something you usually have is missing, he reminds you or buys it for you

ª In the weekends mostly Sundays (when he is free) he cooks for you at least once

ª He is very curious about your hair so when its wash day he goes there like it’s a learning experience 😭

ª Ice cream dates with his daughter are also very common

ª Your parents love him because he is a respectable young man

ª He respects your space and though he legits wants you near him a lot he still gives you space

Ryōmen Sukuna

a/n ngl I found it hard to NOT write Sukuna as a mafia man so instead wrote him as someone with Italian heritage for my peace of mind😁

ª He is Itadori’s older cousin by 3 years

ª You and Yuuji have been best friends since you were kids

ª You first met Sukuna when he moved from Italy, you were 12 and had a slight crush on him though he always saw you as a younger sister

ª He went to college once he was 18 so you moved on because you never saw him again

ª Now 5 years late you are going through college you guys meet again

ª He was the opening act on a concert for a small RnB band you love

ª You had backstage tickets which was when you saw him, but he didn’t see you however nearing the end he did

ª You guys then agreed to have a ‘friendly’ coffee date to catch up on the past

ª After many ‘friendly’ coffee dates you told him about your past crush on him, he was surprised but he still asked you out

ª Yuuji doesn’t know cuz you guys had a rule of no dating siblings (kissing booth vibes)

ª However, when he found out he was PISSED you guys didn’t end up speaking for like 2 weeks he got over it though cuz he missed his bestie

ª He can be quite possessive and demanding (due to his insecurities)

ª He also has major anger issues (needs to see a therapist)

ª Due his possessiveness and your flirty personality there is a lot of arguments and near breakups

ª However, he always apologises about it by getting you backstage passes

ª You are his muse (though he won’t admit it) however he a notebook full of songs about you or for you (making my heart melt)

ª He doesn’t express his feelings with words but instead in music or acts of service

ª He happily cooks for you and making sure you eat properly because you can’t cook proper meals (his Italian cuisine is the best)

ª He offers you massages even though his hands are calloused due to the guitar though he is really good

ª Occasionally sings to you when you are falling sleeping or something

ª He loves taking you on late night drives just to bask in your presence

ª You always watch his band practise, and he loves you for it

ª In public he isn’t very affectionate but in private he is

ª Likes watching you fall asleep (not in a weird way) and calling sweet Italian names like amore, bella, bambina etc

ª He fights those racists no cap

ª He loves your hair so doing wash day he asks to help when you shampoo your head

ª He bought a matching durag to your bonnet 😭

ª He is overall goey inside for you

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JJK Boys with a black gf

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento and Ryomen Sukuna x !femblackreader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, angst (Gojo and Sukuna), deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Laguage,toxic relationships, slightly suggestive, slight mentions of violence, age gaps, drinking(everyone is +18)

Wc: 2K+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

a/n this slowly left headcanon territory and slowly become drabbles I couldn't stop myself 😔 (I blame Toji's one)

Gojo Satoru

ª Chaotic (that’s it)

ª Well, its canon that Gojo is a hoe so he will be a hoe in this one (hehe😙)

ª You guys started out as fwb because you need a stress reliever but don’t have time for a committed relationship

ª However, you broke it off after a couple months because you were beginning to feel more than friendly feelings towards Gojo (eck)

ª But Gojo is possessive, so he kept bothering you until you told him (it was an eventful night)

ª A week passed since your ‘confession’ then Gojo reached out to you and said he would like to try with you

ª It was great for a couple of weeks until you found out he was still sleeping with other girls (angst train coming through)

ª Let’s just say for about 6 months you were in a cycle of breaking up and getting back together due to Gojo’s infidelity but also your feelings for him

ª However, with the end of the year approaching you made the year’s resolution of forever breaking it off with Gojo

ª 3 months into the new year Gojo once again comes back to you realising you were the best thing that ever happened to him

ª Like he was begging for a chance and even broke down he finally promised to leave his side chicks and be celibate (man’s fully committed)

ª You still didn’t give in but after a week Nanami gave you call (Gojo begged him) to say to give Gojo a chance even if you guys are just friends

ª After a couple days of pondering, you decided to start a friendship with him only

ª After months you officially started dating but you still had some trust issues

ª He knew about this, so he gave you his socials and more

ª Even though you guys started off in the wrong foot, he really tries to make it up to you

ª He loves spoiling you soo much and literally buys anything for you (I mean he is rich rich)

ª His students love you sooo much especially his little tutoring group (Megumi, Itadori etc)

ª He adores and when I say adore, I mean he lowkey fetishes it 😐 so he is always playing it because of how soft it is

ª Your parents hated him and your older brother nearly fought him but after a year they tolerated him however big bro don’t (he legit just waiting for a chance to fuck him up)

Itadori Yuuji

ª You, him, Nobara and Megumi are besties

ª All 4 of you went out and when Nobara was drunk she accidentally spilled the beans (oops)

ª Yuuji was so red he literally stormed out without a single word however you were so pissed of your mind that you didn’t notice what was said

ª Fast forward next morning you wake up with an aching head a dozen messages and phone calls from itadori saying sorry and just being cute and saying why he lies you and that you don’t have to like him back (ughhh my heart)

ª So, you called him over at the end of the say and you both sat down had a mature conversation where you confessed as well then you started dating yayy

ª Not much changed in your dynamic other than then the constant cuddling and kissing

ª Poor Megumi and Kugisaki were always 3rd wheeling

ª When you are doing your hair what he does is legit sit down and just watch you in adoring way not creepily and asks questions (like a puppy)

ª Loves calling you at random times to just look at you or to show things that you would like

ª You have a snapchat streak which is a long as your relationship

ª He wants to spoil but he is broke (broke college student tings)

ª However, this doesn’t stop him from paying for your meals together and buying your favourite snacks

ª Since he has no living relatives your family essentially adopted him so when they found out you were dating, they were confused cuz they already thought that was the case (lol)

Megumi Fushiguro

ª You two were childhood besties because your dads were bestfriends

ª However, when you were 10 your dad passed away, so you moved away to your aunts thus losing contact

ª Now in your second year of college you meet again in a coffee shop

ª He works and notices you were a regular (but doesn’t remember you)

ª So, he makes his move and you guys’ start being friends and taking more often until he asks you out

ª You didn’t remember each other until you met his dad a month after you were official and Toji told you

ª It was an emotional day, but you laughed about how oblivious you both are

ª Megumi is an attentive boyfriend so he notices changes he might not be onto big gestures, but he shows his love through the little things

ª He notices when you ran out of necessary products and snacks and happily buys them or reminds you

ª This man has a 6th sense when it comes to that time of the month because he is prepared to the emotional roller-coaster for the next week

ª He always says or send goodnight/good morning texts even if you are asleep, busy or anything

ª Megumi similar to his father is slightly possessive so he bought you a necklace with his initials and matching bracelets, so everyone knew you were his

ª Since he knows your routine by heart when it wash day, he tends to just come over for presence though he doesn’t bother you so you can get your hair done in peace

ª Though he will never tell you he has a skincare routine, and silk sheets just for you for when you sleepover

ª He also learned how to cook your favourite for your 6 months anniversary

ª He might not do overly open things, but he still loves you

Fushiguro Toji

ª WELL since Canon Toji a DILF then in this headcanon he will be

ª There is a slight age gap between you and Toji you are 22-year-old broke college student babysitting 7-year-old Megumi (Toji being 27)

ª Both Fushiguro males absolutely love you (love 🍫 women 😭)

ª They are heartbroken when you quit your job since you finished college and don’t need the extra cash

ª However, Toji doesn’t want to let you go and since his company specialises in, he offers you an internship

ª You are so excited when he offers it you accidentally hug him (you kept apologising but he said it was cool)

ª At your graduation both Toji and Megumi attended as well as your family and as a gift they gave you are really pretty and expensive (some serious sugar daddy vibes)

ª Anyways one night at a co-workers’ social gathering you got extremely drunk (lol) and Toji took you home (ya’ll see where I am going😉)

ª You accidentally let it spill that you had a fat crush on him and would really like to f*ck him

ª Next morning you wake up to a half-naked Toji and a tray of food (long story short your dream came true)

ª After a mini freak-out you ate your delicious meal and talked it out

ª At first your relationship was secret cuz you were testing the waters and he is your boss

ª After a month you guys told Megumi who was overjoyed but his little smartass was suspecting something

ª Toji just loves spoiling you so he will buy everything and anything

ª He completely adores your cooking so once a week you make dinner for the 3 of you and attempt to teach him

ª Doesn’t understand why you. Constantly change your hair (though you explained) but will happily pay any hair or nail appointments

ª Your parents love him because he is mature however still concerned because he is older than you

ª Loves calling you his Princess

ª He is quite rich, so he is in the media however he keeps you away from it

ª Due to your weekly sleepovers, he deadass has a closet for you and ofc all his sheets are already silk

ª He happily will drop anything to be with you

Nanami Kento

ª Also radiates DILF energy so a child he will get

ª You are his 8-year- old daughter 3rd grade teacher

ª He also teaches at an university with Gojo (it just stresses him out really)

ª You guys have only had brief conversations and it usually about his daughter however he still found you attractive

ª He only wanted to make a move once his daughter finished 3rd grade

ª Long story he grew impatient and asked you at the next teacher/parent meeting 😑

ª The date was lovely and now you are officially together

ª When his daughter found out she told all her classmates that ‘Miss L/N is her new mommy’ (everyone was jealous)

ª Nanami is a really doting boyfriend

ª One weekly activity is you guys marking work together in silence (he really likes your presence)

ª He is also very attentive so if he notices something you usually have is missing, he reminds you or buys it for you

ª In the weekends mostly Sundays (when he is free) he cooks for you at least once

ª He is very curious about your hair so when its wash day he goes there like it’s a learning experience 😭

ª Ice cream dates with his daughter are also very common

ª Your parents love him because he is a respectable young man

ª He respects your space and though he legits wants you near him a lot he still gives you space

Ryōmen Sukuna

a/n ngl I found it hard to NOT write Sukuna as a mafia man so instead wrote him as someone with Italian heritage for my peace of mind😁

ª He is Itadori’s older cousin by 3 years

ª You and Yuuji have been best friends since you were kids

ª You first met Sukuna when he moved from Italy, you were 12 and had a slight crush on him though he always saw you as a younger sister

ª He went to college once he was 18 so you moved on because you never saw him again

ª Now 5 years late you are going through college you guys meet again

ª He was the opening act on a concert for a small RnB band you love

ª You had backstage tickets which was when you saw him, but he didn’t see you however nearing the end he did

ª You guys then agreed to have a ‘friendly’ coffee date to catch up on the past

ª After many ‘friendly’ coffee dates you told him about your past crush on him, he was surprised but he still asked you out

ª Yuuji doesn’t know cuz you guys had a rule of no dating siblings (kissing booth vibes)

ª However, when he found out he was PISSED you guys didn’t end up speaking for like 2 weeks he got over it though cuz he missed his bestie

ª He can be quite possessive and demanding (due to his insecurities)

ª He also has major anger issues (needs to see a therapist)

ª Due his possessiveness and your flirty personality there is a lot of arguments and near breakups

ª However, he always apologises about it by getting you backstage passes

ª You are his muse (though he won’t admit it) however he a notebook full of songs about you or for you (making my heart melt)

ª He doesn’t express his feelings with words but instead in music or acts of service

ª He happily cooks for you and making sure you eat properly because you can’t cook proper meals (his Italian cuisine is the best)

ª He offers you massages even though his hands are calloused due to the guitar though he is really good

ª Occasionally sings to you when you are falling sleeping or something

ª He loves taking you on late night drives just to bask in your presence

ª You always watch his band practise, and he loves you for it

ª In public he isn’t very affectionate but in private he is

ª Likes watching you fall asleep (not in a weird way) and calling sweet Italian names like amore, bella, bambina etc

ª He fights those racists no cap

ª He loves your hair so doing wash day he asks to help when you shampoo your head

ª He bought a matching durag to your bonnet 😭

ª He is overall goey inside for you

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A Morning With Sukuna

Characters: Sukuna x blackfem!reader

Genre: Fluff, really just domestic things

Warnings: None really, but slightly suggestive if you squint, some nudity ( Sukuna’s topless😉)

Wc: 1k+

Based on my headcanons of JJK boys with a black gf

a/n this has been in my head for soo long but I had no time to write but I finally got it yay , also it ended up longer than expected yikes😑

Usually, your mornings started with a loud shrill noise from one of your multiple alarms, you rushing to get ready for class since your time management skills have never been the best. Barely did you have time for a proper meal in the morning. Heck even during the day the only food that entered your body are sandwiches at lunch time and snacks throughout the day. I mean you are a busy college student that barely had time to sleep so cooking was out of the box especially since you didn’t know how to.

Rarely do you wake up to the smell of mouth-watering and actual food, but with your current Italian boyfriend that adored food, you actually ate at least 2 meals a day breakfast always being one of them. Hence the newly forming food baby. However, you didn’t mind the extra weight Sukuna is a great cook and eating with him proper meals is probably your most calming past time.

So, you hurriedly got up from bed and put on your boyfriend’s large white shirt that reached your knees. As you moved from Sukuna’s bedroom to go to his kitchen you gave a swift once over at the framed vinyl records on his corridor wall, some signed and other not but all from artists whose music heavily influences music today. His apartment really did feel like home to you.

As you entered the kitchen you saw your handsome boyfriend making breakfast for you. There he was standing in all his glory shirtless and wearing grey sweat shorts. He didn’t notice you entering the kitchen threshold too concentrated on making delicious food for the you whilst also humming the newest tune his band has been practising.

His back really was a wonderful sight, intricate tattoos covering his shoulder blades and the majority of his back, muscles that flexed as he moved, not too much like some men like to be like but just enough to show he takes care of himself and is strong. You quietly admired the tattoos visible to you, ones your fingers have traced multiple times and you knew by heart. You also remember the ones in his chest just as detailed and familiar to you though you couldn’t see them you knew how they looked.

So, you took tentative steps towards him making sure to not make him aware of your presence so you could sneak up on him and hug him.

Once you reached his personal space you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist feeling his body heat and quietly said

“Good morning, Babe.”

“Buon Giorno Bambina,” His velvety voice replied in a thick Italian accent.

“Como hai dormito?”

Whenever Sukuna was cooking, angry or doing something that required his full concentration he always spoke in Italian, something you like to call ‘Italian mode’, something that always made you feel slightly warmer inside.

“I slept great, whats for breakfast today love?” You questioned as your arms tightened around him.

“Indovina amore mio” he said with a hint of humour in his voice as he sneakily glanced back at you.

Whenever Sukuna asked you to guess what you were going to eat it the answer was one of 2 your favourite or his. However, since you woke up to the smell of food, its probably your favourite so you replied, “Hmmm… I am guessing my favourite a cheese and veg frittata.”

“Ding, Ding, Ding, you guessed correctly amore what do you want as a prize?”

“Un bacio!” you said in a broken Italian as you puckered up your lips.

So Sukuna swiftly turned around and bent down to give you a quick peck, his lips really are soft probably because you constantly forced him to put Vaseline on. You smiled through the kiss once you felt his calloused hands softly pick you up by the waist to sit you on top of the counter.

Now you sat there near the stove but not close enough to burn with Sukuna in between your legs as you looked at his beautiful eyes. He looked intently at you as his pupils dilated his eyes being seemingly red like of a demons but in reality, they were a graceful shade of brown.

“Amore try this marmellata, nonna sent over from Italy yesterday”

Instead of vocally replying you slowly nodded your head and watched as your boyfriend grabbed a bit of fresh bread he bought from the downstairs bakery. He spread a thin layer of butter and jam on the piece and bought it to your mouth as to feed you. You opened your mouth wide enough to fit the small piece of jammed bread in your mouth your tongue coming in contact with Sukuna’s finger during the process. As you chewed and swallowed the food Sukuna’s eyes kept shifting their attention from your round brown eyes to your soft full lips as you licked some jam from the corner of your mouth.

“Wow this is sooo good and soo much better than the jam we buy here!” you commented as you made a reach to grab more bread and jam to fill your newest craving.

“Oh no bambina no more until I am finished so just sit and wait.”

So, there you were quietly watching as Sukuna swiftly finished the frittata, made two cappuccinos and set the table with everything you’d need. When he was putting down the plates and utensils you made a move to get up and help him however sensing your movements he quickly turned and glared at you his saying ‘stay put or else’.

In the span of 5 minutes the table was set with two plates opposite each other and all the food you would happily enjoy in the middle. Once he finished setting down both cappuccinos in their respective places he turned and walked towards you. Once again in close proximity he said “Viene tesoro.”

With those words you wrapped your arms around his neck whilst his hands grabbed your waist to carefully set you down.

He walked you to your seat and opened your chair for you showing his chivalrous side, you wanted to make a comment on it but knew he didn’t like being portrayed as a softie. So, you just sat down and watched as Sukuna’s served both of your plates quarter of the frittata with 2 slices of the fresh buttered bread and a serving a jam on the side. As you added jam to the slice of bread and took a bite, you watched your boyfriend who was fully enjoying his meal. You thought maybe it’s good you never learned how to cook considering this is your morning with Sukuna.

JJK Boys with a black gf

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento and Ryomen Sukuna x !femblackreader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, angst (Gojo and Sukuna), deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Laguage,toxic relationships, slightly suggestive, slight mentions of violence, age gaps, drinking(everyone is +18)

Wc: 2K+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

a/n this slowly left headcanon territory and slowly become drabbles I couldn't stop myself 😔 (I blame Toji's one)

Gojo Satoru

ª Chaotic (that’s it)

ª Well, its canon that Gojo is a hoe so he will be a hoe in this one (hehe😙)

ª You guys started out as fwb because you need a stress reliever but don’t have time for a committed relationship

ª However, you broke it off after a couple months because you were beginning to feel more than friendly feelings towards Gojo (eck)

ª But Gojo is possessive, so he kept bothering you until you told him (it was an eventful night)

ª A week passed since your ‘confession’ then Gojo reached out to you and said he would like to try with you

ª It was great for a couple of weeks until you found out he was still sleeping with other girls (angst train coming through)

ª Let’s just say for about 6 months you were in a cycle of breaking up and getting back together due to Gojo’s infidelity but also your feelings for him

ª However, with the end of the year approaching you made the year’s resolution of forever breaking it off with Gojo

ª 3 months into the new year Gojo once again comes back to you realising you were the best thing that ever happened to him

ª Like he was begging for a chance and even broke down he finally promised to leave his side chicks and be celibate (man’s fully committed)

ª You still didn’t give in but after a week Nanami gave you call (Gojo begged him) to say to give Gojo a chance even if you guys are just friends

ª After a couple days of pondering, you decided to start a friendship with him only

ª After months you officially started dating but you still had some trust issues

ª He knew about this, so he gave you his socials and more

ª Even though you guys started off in the wrong foot, he really tries to make it up to you

ª He loves spoiling you soo much and literally buys anything for you (I mean he is rich rich)

ª His students love you sooo much especially his little tutoring group (Megumi, Itadori etc)

ª He adores and when I say adore, I mean he lowkey fetishes it 😐 so he is always playing it because of how soft it is

ª Your parents hated him and your older brother nearly fought him but after a year they tolerated him however big bro don’t (he legit just waiting for a chance to fuck him up)

Itadori Yuuji

ª You, him, Nobara and Megumi are besties

ª All 4 of you went out and when Nobara was drunk she accidentally spilled the beans (oops)

ª Yuuji was so red he literally stormed out without a single word however you were so pissed of your mind that you didn’t notice what was said

ª Fast forward next morning you wake up with an aching head a dozen messages and phone calls from itadori saying sorry and just being cute and saying why he lies you and that you don’t have to like him back (ughhh my heart)

ª So, you called him over at the end of the say and you both sat down had a mature conversation where you confessed as well then you started dating yayy

ª Not much changed in your dynamic other than then the constant cuddling and kissing

ª Poor Megumi and Kugisaki were always 3rd wheeling

ª When you are doing your hair what he does is legit sit down and just watch you in adoring way not creepily and asks questions (like a puppy)

ª Loves calling you at random times to just look at you or to show things that you would like

ª You have a snapchat streak which is a long as your relationship

ª He wants to spoil but he is broke (broke college student tings)

ª However, this doesn’t stop him from paying for your meals together and buying your favourite snacks

ª Since he has no living relatives your family essentially adopted him so when they found out you were dating, they were confused cuz they already thought that was the case (lol)

Megumi Fushiguro

ª You two were childhood besties because your dads were bestfriends

ª However, when you were 10 your dad passed away, so you moved away to your aunts thus losing contact

ª Now in your second year of college you meet again in a coffee shop

ª He works and notices you were a regular (but doesn’t remember you)

ª So, he makes his move and you guys’ start being friends and taking more often until he asks you out

ª You didn’t remember each other until you met his dad a month after you were official and Toji told you

ª It was an emotional day, but you laughed about how oblivious you both are

ª Megumi is an attentive boyfriend so he notices changes he might not be onto big gestures, but he shows his love through the little things

ª He notices when you ran out of necessary products and snacks and happily buys them or reminds you

ª This man has a 6th sense when it comes to that time of the month because he is prepared to the emotional roller-coaster for the next week

ª He always says or send goodnight/good morning texts even if you are asleep, busy or anything

ª Megumi similar to his father is slightly possessive so he bought you a necklace with his initials and matching bracelets, so everyone knew you were his

ª Since he knows your routine by heart when it wash day, he tends to just come over for presence though he doesn’t bother you so you can get your hair done in peace

ª Though he will never tell you he has a skincare routine, and silk sheets just for you for when you sleepover

ª He also learned how to cook your favourite for your 6 months anniversary

ª He might not do overly open things, but he still loves you

Fushiguro Toji

ª WELL since Canon Toji a DILF then in this headcanon he will be

ª There is a slight age gap between you and Toji you are 22-year-old broke college student babysitting 7-year-old Megumi (Toji being 27)

ª Both Fushiguro males absolutely love you (love 🍫 women 😭)

ª They are heartbroken when you quit your job since you finished college and don’t need the extra cash

ª However, Toji doesn’t want to let you go and since his company specialises in, he offers you an internship

ª You are so excited when he offers it you accidentally hug him (you kept apologising but he said it was cool)

ª At your graduation both Toji and Megumi attended as well as your family and as a gift they gave you are really pretty and expensive (some serious sugar daddy vibes)

ª Anyways one night at a co-workers’ social gathering you got extremely drunk (lol) and Toji took you home (ya’ll see where I am going😉)

ª You accidentally let it spill that you had a fat crush on him and would really like to f*ck him

ª Next morning you wake up to a half-naked Toji and a tray of food (long story short your dream came true)

ª After a mini freak-out you ate your delicious meal and talked it out

ª At first your relationship was secret cuz you were testing the waters and he is your boss

ª After a month you guys told Megumi who was overjoyed but his little smartass was suspecting something

ª Toji just loves spoiling you so he will buy everything and anything

ª He completely adores your cooking so once a week you make dinner for the 3 of you and attempt to teach him

ª Doesn’t understand why you. Constantly change your hair (though you explained) but will happily pay any hair or nail appointments

ª Your parents love him because he is mature however still concerned because he is older than you

ª Loves calling you his Princess

ª He is quite rich, so he is in the media however he keeps you away from it

ª Due to your weekly sleepovers, he deadass has a closet for you and ofc all his sheets are already silk

ª He happily will drop anything to be with you

Nanami Kento

ª Also radiates DILF energy so a child he will get

ª You are his 8-year- old daughter 3rd grade teacher

ª He also teaches at an university with Gojo (it just stresses him out really)

ª You guys have only had brief conversations and it usually about his daughter however he still found you attractive

ª He only wanted to make a move once his daughter finished 3rd grade

ª Long story he grew impatient and asked you at the next teacher/parent meeting 😑

ª The date was lovely and now you are officially together

ª When his daughter found out she told all her classmates that ‘Miss L/N is her new mommy’ (everyone was jealous)

ª Nanami is a really doting boyfriend

ª One weekly activity is you guys marking work together in silence (he really likes your presence)

ª He is also very attentive so if he notices something you usually have is missing, he reminds you or buys it for you

ª In the weekends mostly Sundays (when he is free) he cooks for you at least once

ª He is very curious about your hair so when its wash day he goes there like it’s a learning experience 😭

ª Ice cream dates with his daughter are also very common

ª Your parents love him because he is a respectable young man

ª He respects your space and though he legits wants you near him a lot he still gives you space

Ryōmen Sukuna

a/n ngl I found it hard to NOT write Sukuna as a mafia man so instead wrote him as someone with Italian heritage for my peace of mind😁

ª He is Itadori’s older cousin by 3 years

ª You and Yuuji have been best friends since you were kids

ª You first met Sukuna when he moved from Italy, you were 12 and had a slight crush on him though he always saw you as a younger sister

ª He went to college once he was 18 so you moved on because you never saw him again

ª Now 5 years late you are going through college you guys meet again

ª He was the opening act on a concert for a small RnB band you love

ª You had backstage tickets which was when you saw him, but he didn’t see you however nearing the end he did

ª You guys then agreed to have a ‘friendly’ coffee date to catch up on the past

ª After many ‘friendly’ coffee dates you told him about your past crush on him, he was surprised but he still asked you out

ª Yuuji doesn’t know cuz you guys had a rule of no dating siblings (kissing booth vibes)

ª However, when he found out he was PISSED you guys didn’t end up speaking for like 2 weeks he got over it though cuz he missed his bestie

ª He can be quite possessive and demanding (due to his insecurities)

ª He also has major anger issues (needs to see a therapist)

ª Due his possessiveness and your flirty personality there is a lot of arguments and near breakups

ª However, he always apologises about it by getting you backstage passes

ª You are his muse (though he won’t admit it) however he a notebook full of songs about you or for you (making my heart melt)

ª He doesn’t express his feelings with words but instead in music or acts of service

ª He happily cooks for you and making sure you eat properly because you can’t cook proper meals (his Italian cuisine is the best)

ª He offers you massages even though his hands are calloused due to the guitar though he is really good

ª Occasionally sings to you when you are falling sleeping or something

ª He loves taking you on late night drives just to bask in your presence

ª You always watch his band practise, and he loves you for it

ª In public he isn’t very affectionate but in private he is

ª Likes watching you fall asleep (not in a weird way) and calling sweet Italian names like amore, bella, bambina etc

ª He fights those racists no cap

ª He loves your hair so doing wash day he asks to help when you shampoo your head

ª He bought a matching durag to your bonnet 😭

ª He is overall goey inside for you

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JJK Boys with a black gf

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento and Ryomen Sukuna x !femblackreader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, angst (Gojo and Sukuna), deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Laguage,toxic relationships, slightly suggestive, slight mentions of violence, age gaps, drinking(everyone is +18)

Wc: 2K+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

a/n this slowly left headcanon territory and slowly become drabbles I couldn't stop myself 😔 (I blame Toji's one)

Gojo Satoru

ª Chaotic (that’s it)

ª Well, its canon that Gojo is a hoe so he will be a hoe in this one (hehe😙)

ª You guys started out as fwb because you need a stress reliever but don’t have time for a committed relationship

ª However, you broke it off after a couple months because you were beginning to feel more than friendly feelings towards Gojo (eck)

ª But Gojo is possessive, so he kept bothering you until you told him (it was an eventful night)

ª A week passed since your ‘confession’ then Gojo reached out to you and said he would like to try with you

ª It was great for a couple of weeks until you found out he was still sleeping with other girls (angst train coming through)

ª Let’s just say for about 6 months you were in a cycle of breaking up and getting back together due to Gojo’s infidelity but also your feelings for him

ª However, with the end of the year approaching you made the year’s resolution of forever breaking it off with Gojo

ª 3 months into the new year Gojo once again comes back to you realising you were the best thing that ever happened to him

ª Like he was begging for a chance and even broke down he finally promised to leave his side chicks and be celibate (man’s fully committed)

ª You still didn’t give in but after a week Nanami gave you call (Gojo begged him) to say to give Gojo a chance even if you guys are just friends

ª After a couple days of pondering, you decided to start a friendship with him only

ª After months you officially started dating but you still had some trust issues

ª He knew about this, so he gave you his socials and more

ª Even though you guys started off in the wrong foot, he really tries to make it up to you

ª He loves spoiling you soo much and literally buys anything for you (I mean he is rich rich)

ª His students love you sooo much especially his little tutoring group (Megumi, Itadori etc)

ª He adores and when I say adore, I mean he lowkey fetishes it 😐 so he is always playing it because of how soft it is

ª Your parents hated him and your older brother nearly fought him but after a year they tolerated him however big bro don’t (he legit just waiting for a chance to fuck him up)

Itadori Yuuji

ª You, him, Nobara and Megumi are besties

ª All 4 of you went out and when Nobara was drunk she accidentally spilled the beans (oops)

ª Yuuji was so red he literally stormed out without a single word however you were so pissed of your mind that you didn’t notice what was said

ª Fast forward next morning you wake up with an aching head a dozen messages and phone calls from itadori saying sorry and just being cute and saying why he lies you and that you don’t have to like him back (ughhh my heart)

ª So, you called him over at the end of the say and you both sat down had a mature conversation where you confessed as well then you started dating yayy

ª Not much changed in your dynamic other than then the constant cuddling and kissing

ª Poor Megumi and Kugisaki were always 3rd wheeling

ª When you are doing your hair what he does is legit sit down and just watch you in adoring way not creepily and asks questions (like a puppy)

ª Loves calling you at random times to just look at you or to show things that you would like

ª You have a snapchat streak which is a long as your relationship

ª He wants to spoil but he is broke (broke college student tings)

ª However, this doesn’t stop him from paying for your meals together and buying your favourite snacks

ª Since he has no living relatives your family essentially adopted him so when they found out you were dating, they were confused cuz they already thought that was the case (lol)

Megumi Fushiguro

ª You two were childhood besties because your dads were bestfriends

ª However, when you were 10 your dad passed away, so you moved away to your aunts thus losing contact

ª Now in your second year of college you meet again in a coffee shop

ª He works and notices you were a regular (but doesn’t remember you)

ª So, he makes his move and you guys’ start being friends and taking more often until he asks you out

ª You didn’t remember each other until you met his dad a month after you were official and Toji told you

ª It was an emotional day, but you laughed about how oblivious you both are

ª Megumi is an attentive boyfriend so he notices changes he might not be onto big gestures, but he shows his love through the little things

ª He notices when you ran out of necessary products and snacks and happily buys them or reminds you

ª This man has a 6th sense when it comes to that time of the month because he is prepared to the emotional roller-coaster for the next week

ª He always says or send goodnight/good morning texts even if you are asleep, busy or anything

ª Megumi similar to his father is slightly possessive so he bought you a necklace with his initials and matching bracelets, so everyone knew you were his

ª Since he knows your routine by heart when it wash day, he tends to just come over for presence though he doesn’t bother you so you can get your hair done in peace

ª Though he will never tell you he has a skincare routine, and silk sheets just for you for when you sleepover

ª He also learned how to cook your favourite for your 6 months anniversary

ª He might not do overly open things, but he still loves you

Fushiguro Toji

ª WELL since Canon Toji a DILF then in this headcanon he will be

ª There is a slight age gap between you and Toji you are 22-year-old broke college student babysitting 7-year-old Megumi (Toji being 27)

ª Both Fushiguro males absolutely love you (love 🍫 women 😭)

ª They are heartbroken when you quit your job since you finished college and don’t need the extra cash

ª However, Toji doesn’t want to let you go and since his company specialises in, he offers you an internship

ª You are so excited when he offers it you accidentally hug him (you kept apologising but he said it was cool)

ª At your graduation both Toji and Megumi attended as well as your family and as a gift they gave you are really pretty and expensive (some serious sugar daddy vibes)

ª Anyways one night at a co-workers’ social gathering you got extremely drunk (lol) and Toji took you home (ya’ll see where I am going😉)

ª You accidentally let it spill that you had a fat crush on him and would really like to f*ck him

ª Next morning you wake up to a half-naked Toji and a tray of food (long story short your dream came true)

ª After a mini freak-out you ate your delicious meal and talked it out

ª At first your relationship was secret cuz you were testing the waters and he is your boss

ª After a month you guys told Megumi who was overjoyed but his little smartass was suspecting something

ª Toji just loves spoiling you so he will buy everything and anything

ª He completely adores your cooking so once a week you make dinner for the 3 of you and attempt to teach him

ª Doesn’t understand why you. Constantly change your hair (though you explained) but will happily pay any hair or nail appointments

ª Your parents love him because he is mature however still concerned because he is older than you

ª Loves calling you his Princess

ª He is quite rich, so he is in the media however he keeps you away from it

ª Due to your weekly sleepovers, he deadass has a closet for you and ofc all his sheets are already silk

ª He happily will drop anything to be with you

Nanami Kento

ª Also radiates DILF energy so a child he will get

ª You are his 8-year- old daughter 3rd grade teacher

ª He also teaches at an university with Gojo (it just stresses him out really)

ª You guys have only had brief conversations and it usually about his daughter however he still found you attractive

ª He only wanted to make a move once his daughter finished 3rd grade

ª Long story he grew impatient and asked you at the next teacher/parent meeting 😑

ª The date was lovely and now you are officially together

ª When his daughter found out she told all her classmates that ‘Miss L/N is her new mommy’ (everyone was jealous)

ª Nanami is a really doting boyfriend

ª One weekly activity is you guys marking work together in silence (he really likes your presence)

ª He is also very attentive so if he notices something you usually have is missing, he reminds you or buys it for you

ª In the weekends mostly Sundays (when he is free) he cooks for you at least once

ª He is very curious about your hair so when its wash day he goes there like it’s a learning experience 😭

ª Ice cream dates with his daughter are also very common

ª Your parents love him because he is a respectable young man

ª He respects your space and though he legits wants you near him a lot he still gives you space

Ryōmen Sukuna

a/n ngl I found it hard to NOT write Sukuna as a mafia man so instead wrote him as someone with Italian heritage for my peace of mind😁

ª He is Itadori’s older cousin by 3 years

ª You and Yuuji have been best friends since you were kids

ª You first met Sukuna when he moved from Italy, you were 12 and had a slight crush on him though he always saw you as a younger sister

ª He went to college once he was 18 so you moved on because you never saw him again

ª Now 5 years late you are going through college you guys meet again

ª He was the opening act on a concert for a small RnB band you love

ª You had backstage tickets which was when you saw him, but he didn’t see you however nearing the end he did

ª You guys then agreed to have a ‘friendly’ coffee date to catch up on the past

ª After many ‘friendly’ coffee dates you told him about your past crush on him, he was surprised but he still asked you out

ª Yuuji doesn’t know cuz you guys had a rule of no dating siblings (kissing booth vibes)

ª However, when he found out he was PISSED you guys didn’t end up speaking for like 2 weeks he got over it though cuz he missed his bestie

ª He can be quite possessive and demanding (due to his insecurities)

ª He also has major anger issues (needs to see a therapist)

ª Due his possessiveness and your flirty personality there is a lot of arguments and near breakups

ª However, he always apologises about it by getting you backstage passes

ª You are his muse (though he won’t admit it) however he a notebook full of songs about you or for you (making my heart melt)

ª He doesn’t express his feelings with words but instead in music or acts of service

ª He happily cooks for you and making sure you eat properly because you can’t cook proper meals (his Italian cuisine is the best)

ª He offers you massages even though his hands are calloused due to the guitar though he is really good

ª Occasionally sings to you when you are falling sleeping or something

ª He loves taking you on late night drives just to bask in your presence

ª You always watch his band practise, and he loves you for it

ª In public he isn’t very affectionate but in private he is

ª Likes watching you fall asleep (not in a weird way) and calling sweet Italian names like amore, bella, bambina etc

ª He fights those racists no cap

ª He loves your hair so doing wash day he asks to help when you shampoo your head

ª He bought a matching durag to your bonnet 😭

ª He is overall goey inside for you

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Could you do an angst/fluff with sukuna and gojo?

Gojo and y/n were together for 3 years until y/n broke up with him bc she found out he was cheating and threw him out of her house leaving y/n heartbroken. Then Sukuna comes into the picture and fixes y/n’s

heart because he treats her like an absolute QUEEN 🐝

Pass by some years later y/n and Sukuna now have a healthy family now with 1 baby, another one on the way and they bump into gojo with his side piece and he sees that y/n has moved on with her life and he hasn’t !!!

(I love ur recent post with sukuna!! I love all of ur posts if I’m being completely honest ❤️❤️❤️)

Hey anon it’s soo nice to know you enjoyed reading my posts. ❤️❤️

sorry it took me a while to reply but I hope this is what you requested I made into 2 parts so this is the first part with just angsty Gojo second part should be posted in maybe sometime next week once I finish it.

Pt2

It ended up longer than I expected but it’s here hope you enjoy

Hate the player not just the game

Characters: Gojo Satoru x blackfem!reader (however everyone can read)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Suggestive (16+), mentions of insecurities, cheating (Gojo being Gojo), use of language, angst(Gojo is a little shit) unreciprocated feelings, drinking (characters are 20+), mentions of divorce, no happy ending (sorry I had to really make this angsty), jealousy, toxic behaviour, manipulation (there might be more but I edited this at like 2am so I not completely sure)

Wc: 2k (my longest works far)

Song Inspo: For the beginning I took some Inspo from Focus by HER and the end The Worst by Jhene Aiko

Gojo Satoru, the love of your life. The one person you fully gave yourself to and the one that broke you. He was the person that knew all your secrets and insecurities and what did he do with them?... he used it to his advantage to break you. But you should have seen this coming from day one. It would have lessened the pain you felt right now as your heart broke.

You knew him since the beginning of your teenage hood when you joined Gojo’s middle school in a scholarship. At first, he was a sweet yet obnoxiously loud 13-year-old, the only one that took in the ‘scholarship kid’. He was the one that made you feel wanted and since that day your feelings for him only grew. However once high school started that’s when everything you knew Gojo as, changed, and he became the Gojo he is now. The white-haired male with glorious blue eyes that made females fall in love with him. The selfish male that broke hearts left and right with no regards to the consequences. The one that was your best friend for so long that you knew he never really cared for the women he dated. At the beginning you thought Gojo’s behaviour was due to his parents’ divorce and his mum infidelity which was true until her. Chastity. Like her name, she was pure, innocent, loving, sweet and everything you didn’t see in yourself, everything Gojo found attractive to corrupt and ruin.

At first, he didn’t really like her he was just playing the façade that he played with the girls before her, acting enthralled with her until he broke her, but she saw through him and the façade became reality. So senior year of high school he stopped for her, he changed for her, something we could never do for you. So, Chastity and Gojo were the ‘IT’ couple, the one everyone was secretly jealous of, including you. And while they were happily together going into their ever after you remained as the best friend that blurred in the background the one that was foolishly in love with him.

You watched as their relationship grow and continued until their second year of college. Everyday your heart broke a bit more, so in return you focused on your studies, tried relationships with other people but they too failed. So midway through your second year when the once pure and sweet Chastity now broken and corrupt left Gojo, you thought that maybe it was your chance. However, fate seemed to like playing jokes on you and showed you how the breakup truly broke Gojo. You never knew the real reason, something Gojo would never share with you but you knew it hurt him because he went back to his previous mannerisms. The once sweet Gojo that existed when Chastity was in the picture disappeared and hid in a closet and now the old Gojo that was somewhat more ruthless and with the intention to hurt all those around him returned.

The sleeping around started again and Gojo quickly became the campus number 1 manwhore, yet the women didn’t stop coming. His face showed purity and love and every time a new girl was his target, his voice promised to ‘change’ for them. So, what did they do? They foolishly fell for his traps, they expected a happier relationship with Gojo however what he done was tear out their heart, fill it with poison disguised as honey and gave it back to them when it was ruined, he left it at their hands for them to find the antidote by themselves. He was always so proud of his work, so proud that he could break and corrupt these innocent women. Though he felt disgusted as well, none of these women saw through the sickly-sweet lies in his voice, that none saw the mask like she did. He even made a comment to you about how you are somewhat like her, seeing through his sick games which made you heart flutter because Gojo thought you were like her however you proved otherwise a couple of weeks later.

It was party at the end of the second year, a party where you were drunk, Gojo was drunk, everyone was drunk. You drunk to drown your sorrows due to your inability to get over Gojo whilst for him, he drank to celebrate his latest poisoned victim. Amanda, the smartest girl from his business class, you guess she wasn’t that smart if she fell for Gojo. So, with the alcohol flowing through your bloodstream, you danced all night, trying to remove Gojo from your thoughts but that proved fruitless when you noticed Gojo’s drunken gaze on the hypnotising movement of your hips, the fluid gestures of your hands. And once he looked at your brown eyes, you saw how his pupils dilated showing the want and lust he felt towards you. Who would have thought Gojo Satoru would ever look at you like that? So, you beckoned him over as you continued dancing. First his hands softly held your waist as if he was scared, he would break you (ironic huh). Then his hands became rough, controlling and possessive on your hips as he grinded behind you. And if you had looked up you would have seen how Gojo’s eyes had darken, how he saw you as his next prey. But you didn’t look, too caught up on the fact that the man you have been hopelessly in love with finally saw focused on you.

So as his breath neared your ear making you shiver, he whispered, “Let’s go elsewhere”.

So, you obediently followed him upstairs and once his bedroom door was shut and locked the game begun.

He hurriedly kissed you and you kissed back in the vigour. There was no wasted second, no wasted breath as your lips were mushed together painfully so. You wanted to take it slow you wanted to show your love for him, but he didn’t, he wanted it done, he wanted to destroy you. For you this night ended as something beautiful a new beginning that could lead to a happily ever after whereas for Gojo it ended with hunger but not to grow but to hurt, the beginning of a new game.

And a game it was because Gojo played you so well. This was his domain; his game and you were just one of the unlucky players that didn’t see the rules. They say hate the game not the player but, in this case, you hated both because the player changed the game and made it into his own with the full intent to win and break the loser.

Your relationship wasn’t serious at the beginning just stolen kisses and the occasional sleepovers. Gojo wanted to take things slow he wanted to enjoy this round of the game. He wanted to enjoy making you reliant on him to then just break you. So, for the majority of the year that’s what happened, Gojo made sure every part of your life was always connected to him. Without you realising he manipulated you to cut off your friends thus making you emotionally dependent on him. He moved in with you but was the one that paid the bills thus make you financially dependant him. In all aspect of your life Gojo Satoru had some infiltrated leaving nothing of your life truly yours. However, all of this was done discretely and hidden you wouldn’t have realised a single negative impact due to these changes because he sneakily slithered into all parts of life and since you were blindly in love with you ignored all the red flags. During your third year of college, he was your rock and everything you ever needed. he showed that he truly loved you until he changed tactics and the nightmare began.

It started off small, first he emotionally distanced himself from you no more calling you cute pet names or just being overall affectionate, you noticed but didn’t say anything you thought it was the stress of the last year making him more tired and stressed. Then he started physically distancing himself from you he spent less time with you outside your apartment, he started going out more to party leaving you all alone. It was like that for a few months, 2 lovers that lived together but only saw each other in passing. However, you brushed it off assumed it was the stress from school, it because the honeymoon phase was over. Ohh how foolish those excuses were, if only you saw how this was all just part of a much bigger plan to truly poison you. You should have noticed when the fighting started, when the negative words were constantly being used, when all the words that are directed at you were always insults, when he started using your own insecurities to hurt you even more. But during all that did you leave? Did you do what was best for you? No, the strong woman you once were, was rendered weak when in front of Gojo Satoru.

Even though you knew he was poisonous to you, you continued hoping that his promise of change would be true you became exactly like all the girls he disgusted the girls that weren’t like her, but that didn’t stop him Gojo wanted to really do something unforgivable. Cheating. You guys have been together for nearly 2 years you were dependant on him in soo many ways and trusted him with your heart. So, he done the unthinkable he first started talking to his previous side hoes the ones he was in good terms with that being like the knife with poison at the tip that was slightly grazing your heart looking for the right opportunity to drive it in. Then it was the secret meetups, the lies increasing when asked of his where abouts. Then he went for the kill and started sleeping around but it wasn’t an attack that was quick and painless but slow and torturous in a way to let the poison slowly kill you rather than the action of the knife he held towards your heart.

Until the breaking point, you were gone for a weekend to visit your family only coming Sunday night though you told Gojo you would return Monday. So, when you stepped foot in your apartment you already had a gut feeling something was wrong, so as you walked to your shared bedroom you knew. What alerted you at first were the sounds, the squeaking of a bed, and as you were at the door it was the voices especially the female one. You knew what awaited you, yet you couldn’t open the door as your hand held the handle. It would make it too real, too heart breaking. But you swallowed your anxiety and moved to truly end this when you heard it. Her name. Chastity. The way Gojo was repeatedly saying ‘I love you’ to her that broke your heart for you.

So forced the door open and stared at them, naked and having sex in your home, in your bed, in your sheets. And with that sight something in you broke you knew you couldn’t give him any more chances; you knew you couldn’t be that weak woman anymore even though that was the case since the beginning. So as the 3 of you just stared at each other you made a decision. You started shouting, picking up Chastity’s clothes and throwing it to her screaming at her to get out. And once she left the apartment all hell broke loose. You didn’t think straight as you threw everything Gojo owned in black bag kicking him out of your house. However, he was somewhat pleading with you, tugging at your already poisoned heart to listen to him but you knew that if you did you would make another shitty excuse for his behaviour. You couldn’t expose yourself to him anymore, your love for him made you weak and defenceless so you wouldn’t do it.

So, you pushed him out of your apartment and locked the door. And there you stood still not understanding the full gravity of the situation but as your back collided with the door and you slide down everything came crashing down, you realising you let Gojo poison your heart and break and corrupt you, so you cried and cried, mourning how you forever lost your true love.

A Morning With Sukuna

Characters: Sukuna x blackfem!reader

Genre: Fluff, really just domestic things

Warnings: None really, but slightly suggestive if you squint, some nudity ( Sukuna’s topless😉)

Wc: 1k+

Based on my headcanons of JJK boys with a black gf

a/n this has been in my head for soo long but I had no time to write but I finally got it yay , also it ended up longer than expected yikes😑

Usually, your mornings started with a loud shrill noise from one of your multiple alarms, you rushing to get ready for class since your time management skills have never been the best. Barely did you have time for a proper meal in the morning. Heck even during the day the only food that entered your body are sandwiches at lunch time and snacks throughout the day. I mean you are a busy college student that barely had time to sleep so cooking was out of the box especially since you didn’t know how to.

Rarely do you wake up to the smell of mouth-watering and actual food, but with your current Italian boyfriend that adored food, you actually ate at least 2 meals a day breakfast always being one of them. Hence the newly forming food baby. However, you didn’t mind the extra weight Sukuna is a great cook and eating with him proper meals is probably your most calming past time.

So, you hurriedly got up from bed and put on your boyfriend’s large white shirt that reached your knees. As you moved from Sukuna’s bedroom to go to his kitchen you gave a swift once over at the framed vinyl records on his corridor wall, some signed and other not but all from artists whose music heavily influences music today. His apartment really did feel like home to you.

As you entered the kitchen you saw your handsome boyfriend making breakfast for you. There he was standing in all his glory shirtless and wearing grey sweat shorts. He didn’t notice you entering the kitchen threshold too concentrated on making delicious food for the you whilst also humming the newest tune his band has been practising.

His back really was a wonderful sight, intricate tattoos covering his shoulder blades and the majority of his back, muscles that flexed as he moved, not too much like some men like to be like but just enough to show he takes care of himself and is strong. You quietly admired the tattoos visible to you, ones your fingers have traced multiple times and you knew by heart. You also remember the ones in his chest just as detailed and familiar to you though you couldn’t see them you knew how they looked.

So, you took tentative steps towards him making sure to not make him aware of your presence so you could sneak up on him and hug him.

Once you reached his personal space you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist feeling his body heat and quietly said

“Good morning, Babe.”

“Buon Giorno Bambina,” His velvety voice replied in a thick Italian accent.

“Como hai dormito?”

Whenever Sukuna was cooking, angry or doing something that required his full concentration he always spoke in Italian, something you like to call ‘Italian mode’, something that always made you feel slightly warmer inside.

“I slept great, whats for breakfast today love?” You questioned as your arms tightened around him.

“Indovina amore mio” he said with a hint of humour in his voice as he sneakily glanced back at you.

Whenever Sukuna asked you to guess what you were going to eat it the answer was one of 2 your favourite or his. However, since you woke up to the smell of food, its probably your favourite so you replied, “Hmmm… I am guessing my favourite a cheese and veg frittata.”

“Ding, Ding, Ding, you guessed correctly amore what do you want as a prize?”

“Un bacio!” you said in a broken Italian as you puckered up your lips.

So Sukuna swiftly turned around and bent down to give you a quick peck, his lips really are soft probably because you constantly forced him to put Vaseline on. You smiled through the kiss once you felt his calloused hands softly pick you up by the waist to sit you on top of the counter.

Now you sat there near the stove but not close enough to burn with Sukuna in between your legs as you looked at his beautiful eyes. He looked intently at you as his pupils dilated his eyes being seemingly red like of a demons but in reality, they were a graceful shade of brown.

“Amore try this marmellata, nonna sent over from Italy yesterday”

Instead of vocally replying you slowly nodded your head and watched as your boyfriend grabbed a bit of fresh bread he bought from the downstairs bakery. He spread a thin layer of butter and jam on the piece and bought it to your mouth as to feed you. You opened your mouth wide enough to fit the small piece of jammed bread in your mouth your tongue coming in contact with Sukuna’s finger during the process. As you chewed and swallowed the food Sukuna’s eyes kept shifting their attention from your round brown eyes to your soft full lips as you licked some jam from the corner of your mouth.

“Wow this is sooo good and soo much better than the jam we buy here!” you commented as you made a reach to grab more bread and jam to fill your newest craving.

“Oh no bambina no more until I am finished so just sit and wait.”

So, there you were quietly watching as Sukuna swiftly finished the frittata, made two cappuccinos and set the table with everything you’d need. When he was putting down the plates and utensils you made a move to get up and help him however sensing your movements he quickly turned and glared at you his saying ‘stay put or else’.

In the span of 5 minutes the table was set with two plates opposite each other and all the food you would happily enjoy in the middle. Once he finished setting down both cappuccinos in their respective places he turned and walked towards you. Once again in close proximity he said “Viene tesoro.”

With those words you wrapped your arms around his neck whilst his hands grabbed your waist to carefully set you down.

He walked you to your seat and opened your chair for you showing his chivalrous side, you wanted to make a comment on it but knew he didn’t like being portrayed as a softie. So, you just sat down and watched as Sukuna’s served both of your plates quarter of the frittata with 2 slices of the fresh buttered bread and a serving a jam on the side. As you added jam to the slice of bread and took a bite, you watched your boyfriend who was fully enjoying his meal. You thought maybe it’s good you never learned how to cook considering this is your morning with Sukuna.

Could you do an angst/fluff with sukuna and gojo?

Gojo and y/n were together for 3 years until y/n broke up with him bc she found out he was cheating and threw him out of her house leaving y/n heartbroken. Then Sukuna comes into the picture and fixes y/n’s

heart because he treats her like an absolute QUEEN 🐝

Pass by some years later y/n and Sukuna now have a healthy family now with 1 baby, another one on the way and they bump into gojo with his side piece and he sees that y/n has moved on with her life and he hasn’t !!!

(I love ur recent post with sukuna!! I love all of ur posts if I’m being completely honest ❤️❤️❤️)

Hey anon it’s soo nice to know you enjoyed reading my posts. ❤️❤️

sorry it took me a while to reply but I hope this is what you requested I made into 2 parts so this is the first part with just angsty Gojo second part should be posted in maybe sometime next week once I finish it.

Pt2

It ended up longer than I expected but it’s here hope you enjoy

Hate the player not just the game

Characters: Gojo Satoru x blackfem!reader (however everyone can read)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Suggestive (16+), mentions of insecurities, cheating (Gojo being Gojo), use of language, angst(Gojo is a little shit) unreciprocated feelings, drinking (characters are 20+), mentions of divorce, no happy ending (sorry I had to really make this angsty), jealousy, toxic behaviour, manipulation (there might be more but I edited this at like 2am so I not completely sure)

Wc: 2k (my longest works far)

Song Inspo: For the beginning I took some Inspo from Focus by HER and the end The Worst by Jhene Aiko

Gojo Satoru, the love of your life. The one person you fully gave yourself to and the one that broke you. He was the person that knew all your secrets and insecurities and what did he do with them?... he used it to his advantage to break you. But you should have seen this coming from day one. It would have lessened the pain you felt right now as your heart broke.

You knew him since the beginning of your teenage hood when you joined Gojo’s middle school in a scholarship. At first, he was a sweet yet obnoxiously loud 13-year-old, the only one that took in the ‘scholarship kid’. He was the one that made you feel wanted and since that day your feelings for him only grew. However once high school started that’s when everything you knew Gojo as, changed, and he became the Gojo he is now. The white-haired male with glorious blue eyes that made females fall in love with him. The selfish male that broke hearts left and right with no regards to the consequences. The one that was your best friend for so long that you knew he never really cared for the women he dated. At the beginning you thought Gojo’s behaviour was due to his parents’ divorce and his mum infidelity which was true until her. Chastity. Like her name, she was pure, innocent, loving, sweet and everything you didn’t see in yourself, everything Gojo found attractive to corrupt and ruin.

At first, he didn’t really like her he was just playing the façade that he played with the girls before her, acting enthralled with her until he broke her, but she saw through him and the façade became reality. So senior year of high school he stopped for her, he changed for her, something we could never do for you. So, Chastity and Gojo were the ‘IT’ couple, the one everyone was secretly jealous of, including you. And while they were happily together going into their ever after you remained as the best friend that blurred in the background the one that was foolishly in love with him.

You watched as their relationship grow and continued until their second year of college. Everyday your heart broke a bit more, so in return you focused on your studies, tried relationships with other people but they too failed. So midway through your second year when the once pure and sweet Chastity now broken and corrupt left Gojo, you thought that maybe it was your chance. However, fate seemed to like playing jokes on you and showed you how the breakup truly broke Gojo. You never knew the real reason, something Gojo would never share with you but you knew it hurt him because he went back to his previous mannerisms. The once sweet Gojo that existed when Chastity was in the picture disappeared and hid in a closet and now the old Gojo that was somewhat more ruthless and with the intention to hurt all those around him returned.

The sleeping around started again and Gojo quickly became the campus number 1 manwhore, yet the women didn’t stop coming. His face showed purity and love and every time a new girl was his target, his voice promised to ‘change’ for them. So, what did they do? They foolishly fell for his traps, they expected a happier relationship with Gojo however what he done was tear out their heart, fill it with poison disguised as honey and gave it back to them when it was ruined, he left it at their hands for them to find the antidote by themselves. He was always so proud of his work, so proud that he could break and corrupt these innocent women. Though he felt disgusted as well, none of these women saw through the sickly-sweet lies in his voice, that none saw the mask like she did. He even made a comment to you about how you are somewhat like her, seeing through his sick games which made you heart flutter because Gojo thought you were like her however you proved otherwise a couple of weeks later.

It was party at the end of the second year, a party where you were drunk, Gojo was drunk, everyone was drunk. You drunk to drown your sorrows due to your inability to get over Gojo whilst for him, he drank to celebrate his latest poisoned victim. Amanda, the smartest girl from his business class, you guess she wasn’t that smart if she fell for Gojo. So, with the alcohol flowing through your bloodstream, you danced all night, trying to remove Gojo from your thoughts but that proved fruitless when you noticed Gojo’s drunken gaze on the hypnotising movement of your hips, the fluid gestures of your hands. And once he looked at your brown eyes, you saw how his pupils dilated showing the want and lust he felt towards you. Who would have thought Gojo Satoru would ever look at you like that? So, you beckoned him over as you continued dancing. First his hands softly held your waist as if he was scared, he would break you (ironic huh). Then his hands became rough, controlling and possessive on your hips as he grinded behind you. And if you had looked up you would have seen how Gojo’s eyes had darken, how he saw you as his next prey. But you didn’t look, too caught up on the fact that the man you have been hopelessly in love with finally saw focused on you.

So as his breath neared your ear making you shiver, he whispered, “Let’s go elsewhere”.

So, you obediently followed him upstairs and once his bedroom door was shut and locked the game begun.

He hurriedly kissed you and you kissed back in the vigour. There was no wasted second, no wasted breath as your lips were mushed together painfully so. You wanted to take it slow you wanted to show your love for him, but he didn’t, he wanted it done, he wanted to destroy you. For you this night ended as something beautiful a new beginning that could lead to a happily ever after whereas for Gojo it ended with hunger but not to grow but to hurt, the beginning of a new game.

And a game it was because Gojo played you so well. This was his domain; his game and you were just one of the unlucky players that didn’t see the rules. They say hate the game not the player but, in this case, you hated both because the player changed the game and made it into his own with the full intent to win and break the loser.

Your relationship wasn’t serious at the beginning just stolen kisses and the occasional sleepovers. Gojo wanted to take things slow he wanted to enjoy this round of the game. He wanted to enjoy making you reliant on him to then just break you. So, for the majority of the year that’s what happened, Gojo made sure every part of your life was always connected to him. Without you realising he manipulated you to cut off your friends thus making you emotionally dependent on him. He moved in with you but was the one that paid the bills thus make you financially dependant him. In all aspect of your life Gojo Satoru had some infiltrated leaving nothing of your life truly yours. However, all of this was done discretely and hidden you wouldn’t have realised a single negative impact due to these changes because he sneakily slithered into all parts of life and since you were blindly in love with you ignored all the red flags. During your third year of college, he was your rock and everything you ever needed. he showed that he truly loved you until he changed tactics and the nightmare began.

It started off small, first he emotionally distanced himself from you no more calling you cute pet names or just being overall affectionate, you noticed but didn’t say anything you thought it was the stress of the last year making him more tired and stressed. Then he started physically distancing himself from you he spent less time with you outside your apartment, he started going out more to party leaving you all alone. It was like that for a few months, 2 lovers that lived together but only saw each other in passing. However, you brushed it off assumed it was the stress from school, it because the honeymoon phase was over. Ohh how foolish those excuses were, if only you saw how this was all just part of a much bigger plan to truly poison you. You should have noticed when the fighting started, when the negative words were constantly being used, when all the words that are directed at you were always insults, when he started using your own insecurities to hurt you even more. But during all that did you leave? Did you do what was best for you? No, the strong woman you once were, was rendered weak when in front of Gojo Satoru.

Even though you knew he was poisonous to you, you continued hoping that his promise of change would be true you became exactly like all the girls he disgusted the girls that weren’t like her, but that didn’t stop him Gojo wanted to really do something unforgivable. Cheating. You guys have been together for nearly 2 years you were dependant on him in soo many ways and trusted him with your heart. So, he done the unthinkable he first started talking to his previous side hoes the ones he was in good terms with that being like the knife with poison at the tip that was slightly grazing your heart looking for the right opportunity to drive it in. Then it was the secret meetups, the lies increasing when asked of his where abouts. Then he went for the kill and started sleeping around but it wasn’t an attack that was quick and painless but slow and torturous in a way to let the poison slowly kill you rather than the action of the knife he held towards your heart.

Until the breaking point, you were gone for a weekend to visit your family only coming Sunday night though you told Gojo you would return Monday. So, when you stepped foot in your apartment you already had a gut feeling something was wrong, so as you walked to your shared bedroom you knew. What alerted you at first were the sounds, the squeaking of a bed, and as you were at the door it was the voices especially the female one. You knew what awaited you, yet you couldn’t open the door as your hand held the handle. It would make it too real, too heart breaking. But you swallowed your anxiety and moved to truly end this when you heard it. Her name. Chastity. The way Gojo was repeatedly saying ‘I love you’ to her that broke your heart for you.

So forced the door open and stared at them, naked and having sex in your home, in your bed, in your sheets. And with that sight something in you broke you knew you couldn’t give him any more chances; you knew you couldn’t be that weak woman anymore even though that was the case since the beginning. So as the 3 of you just stared at each other you made a decision. You started shouting, picking up Chastity’s clothes and throwing it to her screaming at her to get out. And once she left the apartment all hell broke loose. You didn’t think straight as you threw everything Gojo owned in black bag kicking him out of your house. However, he was somewhat pleading with you, tugging at your already poisoned heart to listen to him but you knew that if you did you would make another shitty excuse for his behaviour. You couldn’t expose yourself to him anymore, your love for him made you weak and defenceless so you wouldn’t do it.

So, you pushed him out of your apartment and locked the door. And there you stood still not understanding the full gravity of the situation but as your back collided with the door and you slide down everything came crashing down, you realising you let Gojo poison your heart and break and corrupt you, so you cried and cried, mourning how you forever lost your true love.

Ugh my heart hurts😪

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 (𝒀/𝑵) (𝑳/𝑵) with cystic fibrosis that Yuji met in the hospital when visiting his grandfather. Despite walking around the busy hospital with an oxygen tank to help her damaged lungs, she still muster a sarcastic comment about how his grandfather always seemed to beat her in the Japanese chess game, shogi. It was times where Yuji found himself smiling so hard seeing his sick grandfather's face light up just a bit. The depressing shade of white is spotted with color seeing the young teenage girl coming into the room with shogi pieces. “I have returned for my revenge.” She would say as she’s walking in the room. Her hair full of coils being tugged in a high puff so it won’t get in her face as she’s attempting to get her revenge.

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑼𝑱𝑰 sitting outside his grandfather’s room as the pit of sadness sits heavy at the bottom of his stomach. His grandfather died and now he was all alone in such a wicked world. He could feel someone sitting next to him. His body feels numb as ever. He didn't know what else to do as he gained looks from nurses who helped look after his grandfather.

"I finally beat him, you know?" (Y/N) questioned as she looked over at him. She adjusted the tubes that were connecting to her nose before speaking once again.

Yuji could hear her let out a laugh. His eyes that was staring holes into his red sneakers before staring at the girl next to him who's laughing. Laughing at such a time like this.

"Every time we played that damn chess game, I told him don't hold back and don't play all softly. I mean obviously, he did that considering that he beat me eight times." She says as she looked at Yuji. "But our very last game, I won. He held back just to let me finally win before he..." Her voice trails off before he could see sadness overcome those happy eyes of hers.

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑼𝑱𝑰 who's now a Jujutsu Tech student (and Sukuna's vessel) and despite the challenges that have been placed in front of him, he still finds free time to visit (Y/N). Bringing her all types of gifts, food, candy, and the list goes on. When he enters her room, she's sitting in the hospital bed reading some horror manga. When she sees Yuji, she's giving him that same smile that he seems to think about a lot lately. He's tugging a chair closer to her bedside. "You're a quite busy man Yuji, I thought you forgot about me." (Y/N) would joke as she closed the book before her attention was fully on her.

"I would never forget about you (Y/N)," Yuji responded returning the kind smile that was a bit love-struck.

He liked her. He liked her a lot.

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑼𝑱𝑰 who's annoying Megumi in his room. Tossing a mini ball against the wall and catching it with the other hand. He's been quite busy adjusting to his newest life as a sorcerer until his execution. He didn't have time to see (Y/N) as much as he wanted to. Occasionally calling her when the moonlight shined in his dorm room. He adored hearing her voice as she explains how the nurse that looks after her brought her this cute sweater. On other days Yuji's face is buried into his cellphone texting (Y/N), sending her funny memes to cheer her up after another day of finding out she wasn't chosen for a lung transplant. Megumi and Nobara whispered upon each other on who got Yuji smiling so hard at his phone.

His two friends knew that it was a girl in the picture, he'll spend any free time he had at the hospital to visit her even if it was only ten minutes before visiting hours were over with. However, they didn't think he was as love-struck as he was.

"If I ever like die or something, you have to go to the hospital to let her know," Yuji explained to Megumi who was sitting on his bed.

The dark-haired boy never saw Yuji so serious outside of combat of whatever mission they were assigned. Other than that Megumi would assume he only had half a brain.

"So, if shit ever hits the fan you have to go to the hospital. The pediatric floor, room 46." Yuji said, he even picked up a piece of paper and pen to write it down so Megumi won't forget.

"I just don't want her to be alone you know?" Yuji questioned as he looked at Megumi with such seriousness.

"Or think that I forgot about her." Yuji sooner adds looking at Megumi who would nod at him.

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑼𝑱𝑰 going to the same hospital after watching life get drained from Junpei’s eyes. Perhaps, he shouldn't have promised Megumi to look after (Y/N) if he was to ever die. Remembering that Megumi most likely told the girl that he died of some weird circumstances after his own heart was ripped out of his chest. Shit, that must have hurt her badly.

He's carrying the next issue of that horror manga she was reading the last time he saw her. Praying that she hasn't already gotten it already. Praying that he could see her smile again when he gave her the gift.

The jujutsu student thinks that visiting the pretty sick girl who shared a pack of candy with him could brighten his day. It may be tricky to explain to her that he's back from the dead without his other friends knowing. But he had to see her. He had to see her smile once again. As he made his way to the familiar hospital room that was once decorated for her liking, he noticed that the room lacked color and was lifeless. The led lights that decorated the ceilings, the pictures that were on the wall, and even (Y/N)’s massive book collection were gone. Yuji was thinking that maybe, just maybe she had got the lungs that she needed in order to finally go out freely to breathe in the crisp Japanese air. Or maybe they just moved her to a different room.

But as he felt a shoulder on his arm, he turned around to see the familiar nurse that looked after (Y/N). The same one who would drag (Y/N) back to her room after hanging with Yuji and his grandfather so she could undergo her daily treatment. She was the same one that would remind him that visiting hours were up and he had to let (Y/N) get her rest. Her eyes were sad. She was giving him the same look nurses gave him when his grandfather died.

“She didn’t make it Itadori,” Her voice was delicate and soft but felt so sharp to Yuji. "Her lungs gave out on her."

Fist clenched a little tighter as he stared at her in denial. The nurse would look at him with so much sorrow. “But she was on the donors' list, she was so close,” His words came out like a broken record. A terrified dreadful stutter.

“She’s in a better place now.” The nurse responded as she would look at the young boy.

How could she be in a better place if she wasn't with him?

I never thought I'd see a post more relatable! These types of fics had always rubbed me the wrong way but what really did it for me was when I once clicked on a "(certain show/anime) x blackreader" tag, then a bunch of ghetto ahh filthy smut posts were the first things that popped up. It's so bad, i actually cry tears of joy when i find a cute fluffy (tiny bit suggestive) fic that's black reader coded because it's so rare! I am so tired smh

(And I'm not saying smut is bad, I just hate how blackreader inserts are portrayed and how toxic such fanfics can be. Especially how they promote stereotypes! Like no the black insert character doesn't have to be a bimbo freaky ahh airheaded ghetto s*ut who's a babymama to a gangster jailbird character who drinks and smokes weed (and the character in question is Armin Alert 🧍‍♀️) LIKE BRO YOU'RE SETTING US BACK 70 YEARS WITH THIS SHIT!)

its so hard for me to find good black!reader stories nowadays its either full of exaggerated black stereotypes for not only the reader but also the non black characters or the reader for some reason has the mind of a toddler and writers try to pass it off as being a “bimbo” like honestly im tired of it

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ im thinking of making a reality show inspired by love island/singles inferno and another reality thats on yt thats korean based like singles inferno but their WAY less shy and more bold (ill give the link if u want😉) anyways but here all i have rn in my wattpad draft ੈ✩‧₊˚

in which ______ goes to an audition with her friend for Forever Inferno not expecting them to accept a foreigner especially one whose black into the show.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ what people should be in it should i make i do anime boys, love island boys, singles inferno boys, yt boys and vice versa ( if u want to put anyone just tell me and if i think they fine i will!) ੈ✩‧₊˚

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(her @ is larahdws)

yall i posted chap 2 like two-3 days ago😭😭 yall not fuckin wit it no mo??

Amber ── .✦02.

✦ Summary: In which Esme and Hoseok fall in love but of course with love comes trouble especially when you're dating an idol.

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 "BEEP BEEP!" I hear my phone alarming me to get up.

    I groan sitting up straight while rubbing my eyes taking in all my surroundings, I stretch my body and grab my phone from its charging pad. I check the time "5:04" it read; I unlock my phone responding to any missed texts from people then go on checking my socials eventually watching a few TikTok's during the process.

"Lemme get up" I speak to myself getting up off my bed and heading to my bathroom to take a shower and do my skincare once I'm done, I go into my closet to pick my airport outfit, wanting to wear something comfy but won't get me overheated.

After choosing what to where I put on the clothes, put my boho braid in a wrapped bun, and do light makeup.

Once I'm dressed and ready I decide to go Jasmine's room to make sure she's awake and ready. As I get closer I hear sexyy red blasting, "LANCEY LANCEY I'M GHETTO AND I'M FANCY."

"Jaz what time is Yoongi picking us up?" I yell over her music.

"6:30, oh shit we have to go." She checks her phone.

"Ight get ya stuff so we can head out," I say as I make sure that I have everything on me.

Jaz meets me at the door and we head downstairs to the front of the apartment complex to meet up with Yoongi.

"Hey baby, hey Esme get in" he greets me and Jaz, kissing her on the cheek in the process. I noticed that the other dude he mentioned that would be joining us wasn't in the car.

"We're meeting up with my friend at the airport," Yoongi says taking notice of me looking around.

TIME SKIP

   "Ok guys we finally go to the airport and we already did all the procedures and stuff, so now we're just waiting for our flight to be called". I say as I hold my camera in front of me.

    "That boy over there is fine" I look to where Jaz is looking, and I see it's Yoongi.

"Girl that's Yoongi," I say looking at her with a deadpan expression.

"I know that's why I said sum, LORD my man is so fine!!" I look at her with disgust and as I'm about to say something I hear Yoongi's voice.

"Esme this is Hoseok the friend I said was coming on the trip with us". I look over to see a tall guy in a black hoodie and sweatpants with a mask on.

"Nice to meet you" his deep voice fills my ears, and before I can respond the airport announcement of our flight is being heard.

We grab our things and head our way to the boarding area, I look at my ticket trying to find my seat, and as I make my way over to my seat I see that it's Hoseok, yoongi's friend sitting on the seat next to mine.

   I say excuse me to him as I make my way to my window seat. once seated I take out my blanket, neck pillow, laptop, and AirPods trying to get as comfortable as possible so I can edit the video from yesterday, but before I begin I turn and tap Hoseok's shoulder. He looks at me taking one of his earbuds out.

   "I didn't get to greet you back so I just wanted to say it's nice to meet you too! And um, also I have a quick question um I'm a YouTuber and I'm gonna be recording some clips I just wanted to ask if that's ok with you?" I awkwardly ask.

   A smile forms and his face. "Yeah of course as long as my face is censored or not In the frame, I'm cool with it!"

   "Oh okay, great i hope we can become friends during the trip!" As soon as I got his approval I take out my camera to update my fans on what had happened so far.

   "Okay, guys so we boarded the plane already and we all met up and since it's a 10-11 hour layover plane flight I might get airplane food before I go to the next one, I might record if I feel like it, but other than that I have my little set up to edit the video yall probably gon see uploaded already and yes I'm in business class cus I wasn't gon pay for no first class this trip already cost an arm and a leg but yeah that's it for the update, BYEE!" As I finished talking I felt a pair of eyes watching me so I glimpsed to see where it was coming from and I saw that it was Hoseok staring at me. I ignore it continuing to act natural.

   I get comfy in my blanket, put my Air Pods in, and take my laptop out so I can edit yesterday's video and post it by today.

HOSEOK'S POV

I watched her talk to her camera just admiring her beauty, I stared for so long that I didn't even realize she had finished talking and had already put her camera away. I know Yoongi said he was bringing one of Jaz's friends along but I didn’t think she would be this gorgeous.

I open my phone to text yoongi.

Gramps#2👴🏻

Hoseok: BROO

Yoongi: What happened??

  Yoongi: and hurry up I'm tryna enjoy my time in first class with Jaz

↳Hoseok: y'all in first class??

Yoongi: Yea, you thought I wasn't gonna treat ME and MY girlfriend to first class on a trip that was originally for USSS??😀

Hoseok: ok see ntm she invited me and I accepted cus who the fuck do I look like declining a trip to Hawaii??😒

Yoongi: ...

Hoseok: yeah oh ok ANYWAYS why you ain't tell me jaz friend was fine??

Yoongi: Cause I have a girlfriend, and I don't even look at esme in that way

Hoseok: But anywas she asked me if I minded that she was recording for her YouTube😛

Yoongi: That's it ..?

Yoongi: go kys .😐

3RD PERSON POV

Hoseok chuckled a little after reading the last message Yoongi sent before closing his phone and deciding to sleep till the flight was over.

ESME'S POV

"Now Landing!" I hear the second flight intercom say. I stretch my arms Waking up from the nap I took after I finally finished editing my video and posting it because I procrastinated on the first flight.

I grab my things and get up from my seat waiting for people to pass so I can leave.

I see a text from Jaz that Yoongi and her are waiting at the food court for me and hoseok so we can all eat a quick little meal before heading to our hotel. I notice everybody's left the plane by now and I look down to see Hoseok still sleeping which was crazy to me because he slept the whole time during the first flight, I shake him a little to wake him up and he jumps up a little.

"Hey get up everybody left," I tell him.

   "Oh my bad." he apologizes.

"It's alright, I didn't wanna just leave you here for the flight attendants to wake" I respond doing one last check to make sure I have everything, then we make our way out to meet Jaz and Yoongi at the food courts.

"What took y'all so long?" Jaz says looking up from her phone.

"Hoseok was sitting next to me and fell asleep so I had to wake him up" I explained to her.

"Yall were sitting together?" Jaz asks slyly with a smirk on her face.

"don't evenn," I say not even entertaining Jaz because once you give her an inch she turns it into a mile.

"what should we get?" yoongi asks as he and Hoseok make their way back from wherever they were.

"Wing stop!" Jaz and Hoseok shout.

"Ok let's go" I responded as we made our way to the restaurant and then got into the line.

As we get in the line waiting for our turn Jaz whispers to me, "Think it was a coincidence that his seat was next to yours for BOTH flights?"

  "Yes..? Jaz I know what you tryna hint and I'm not falling for it."

  "Girl he's probably single and think about it we could be best friends dating BESTFRIENDS like that would be so cute." she gushes.

"That would lowkey be cute-"

"SEE I CAN ALREADY SEE IT!!"

"girl I'm not even ready for a relationship" I roll my eyes at her.

yeah, I'm not ready for a relationship last thing I need is a 2.0 version of him...

By the time Jaz was done gushing to me how cute it would be if I and Hoseok dated before I knew it, it was our turn to order, we took turns saying our turns telling our orders, and eventually, it was my turn and I say what I want.

"Will that be all?" the cashier asks me. "Yeah that's all let me just get my wallet," I say as I look for my wallet but I can't seem to find it which would be embarrassing, I panic a little looking over at Jazmine who purposely didn't bring her card knowing that yoongi would pay for all her expenses.

As I was about to speak I heard a voice speak up before me. "I'll pay for her." I look over at Hoseok with a shocked expression. He hands over his card to the lady and he looks at me and I whisper a small "thank you" feeling a little embarrassed that a guy I barely know is already paying for my meal.

   We all go and make our way to a cleared table and sit down and wait for our order.

   Yoongi and Jaz start conversing between themselves, leaving me and Hoseok in an awkward silence.

"Thanks for paying for me you didn't have to. I decide to break the silence by thanking him.

   "It's alright your order wasn't even that much anyways, but if you really want to thank me, thank me by giving me your number so if I'm ever in a situation I know who to call," He says with a smirk

   I can see what he's trying to do but I exchange my phone with him anyway putting his contact name as "Future sugar daddy🤪"

   As this whole exchange is going on jaz and Yoongi are silently watching which is never good.

"Here's your order" We look up seeing the lady bring all of our orders handing each one to their person. Immediately jaz takes out her iPad that Yoongi bought for her to watch a show on Netflix, and Yoongi joins her shortly after. I look to my right seeing Hoseok texting someone, and I decide to take my camera out trying to get as much footage as I can.

"Ok guys we just got off our last flight its late as fuck but we decided to eat cause were hungry and now we're eating, oh and this's what I got." I turned my camera showing hoseoks face a little before quickly putting my camera down to show my food.

when I'm done recording, I put a mental note to edit an emoji over his face.

HOSEOK'S POV

OT7

Hoseok: I GOT HER NUMBERRRR😍

Taehyung: who's number??

Hoseok: oh I ain't tell yall BUT I'm talking about yoongis girlfriends friend

Hoseok: when I tell y'all she is so fineee wait till I find her socials matter of fact yoongi send over that @

Jin: why I ain't get invited to y'all vacay🥲

Hoseok: Your literally in Korea??

A/N: I combined this chapter and chapter 3 just because the ending on this chap felt chopped 😁 and don't forget to like and comment!! (Ignore the corny tweets💀😭) Words:2108

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