Why Not Me?

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

“Good Boy”

Summary: Being in Veterinarian school has consumed all of Yoosung’s time. Feeling lonely, you hatch a plan to combine both school work and play by  implementing a “reward and punishment system”…and the results are better than expected.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Spanking, light bondage, light mentions of praise kink, improper study techniques, handjob

Word Count: 2470

Going to school to become a veterinarian was not an easy task.

Upper-level courses, clinicals, job hunting…Yoosung had a full plate with his schooling, one that would be difficult to balance for most. Add to that RFA duties, and he was constantly walking a tightrope, barely hanging onto his GPA and his future. Most days he returned to your shared apartment exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes prominent, and would only spend a little time with you while eating before he had to go and work on assignments. Weekends were also spent mostly on studying and prepping for the upcoming week, meaning dates and the like were off the table.

This, of course, put a little strain on your relationship at times- because while you were happy he was pursuing his dream and satisfied with his life, you couldn’t help but feel a little lonely with the way things were currently.

However, you were intent upon making this work; you loved Yoosung and did not want your relationship to fizzle out over something like this. This meant you had to figure out a way to give you both some more quality time together while also not taking away time from his schooling.

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Started: 1/16/24

Updated: 2/26/24

Works: 18

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JJK

Sukuna x reader

friendswithbenefits!Sukuna x reader series(in plot order)

we're not even dating!

you go on a date with someone else*

singlemom!reader x neighbor!Sukuna series(in plot order)

the first meeting

aquarium date

pipe burst, new home?

pipe burst, new home?(reader POV)

Sukuna picks up your daughter from daycare

Sukuna finds a pair of your panties and is...normal about it*

You go apartment hunting and Sukuna is 'helpful'

Sukuna suffers from your sexual tension, his lowkey (highkey) baby fever and the drudgery of a child's birthday party

the finale: dramatic confessions and pinky swears*

Extra: Valentine's Day

singledad!Sukuna x neighbor!reader series(in plot order)

Gaslight. Gatekeep. Girlboss.

Sukuna and Yuuji gaslight you into a family day at the park

One-Shots

A one night stand with your best friend's brother leaves you pregnant.*

exboyfriend!Sukuna x reader*

Nanami x reader

Drabbles

Nanami is Your Best Friend But Wants More

One-Shots

Breeding Kink but Nanami Makes it Wholesome*

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿(𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝟭𝟴+)

~~𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿(𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆/𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀)~~

𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻. 𝗦𝗼, 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭𝟱𝟯𝟭

This situation wasn’t ideal for (Name). They stared over towards their fiery haired significant other, a deep blush spread across their own face. His purple gaze glinted with emotions of amusement and lust, permeating into a mess that would result in him fucking himself desperately into his partner later that night. But he didn’t have time for that. At least not now. 

“The state of Camelot’s affairs are-…" 

A lord of the noble folk had dragged on and on throughout his speech about how ‘Camelot is not safe from Liones’ for about 50 minutes now. His same words leaving Arthur coming to the same conclusion each time he made his point again and again and again. Whenever the King of Chaos sat round his Knights and Lords, he found himself able to slip into a state of mind that let him reflect on his mood. He’d made the solid conclusion that he was feeling quite horny, watching as the body of his partner stood up to passionately counter the point of the Lord speaking. 

The way their hips swayed, the plumpness of their lips, the arch of their nose, the glint of power in their eyes. Arthur’s lips were moistened by the swipe of his tongue along his upper lip. The King could have whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, but his partner (Name) had been alluding him for the whole day. 

That’s when they both made eye contact, alighting (Name) to bow slightly to the Lord before returning to their seat right by Arthur. His lonesome hand traveled to their shoulder, rubbing it politely. "Said well, my love…!” he smoothly chirped out. Their eyes made contact, (Name)’s wide ones contradicting his own stare. “You know…” He allowed his hand to fall to the chair, distracting the Knights to his face. The moment he began speaking, (Name) lulled themselves into a trance. They let their head fall to the side, allowing Arthur’s hand to rub the skin of their forearm… 

No. 

Thigh. 

No.

They lurched their head forward, catching the attention of the room as Arthur’s fingers danced along their abdomen. “What’s wrong my love?” He whispered towards them, the whole room concerned at (Name)’s sudden mood change. An electric feeling tickled throughout their body, crossing their legs to stop Arthur from doing just what they suspected the King to be up to. Arthur leaned towards (Name), imploring once more. “I-I’m fine…” They stuttered, muttering out in an annoyed manner,

 "Just sleepy. Had a long day. Continue please with your speaking…“ 

"Very well then…That’s all I have to say. Continue Lord Agravaine.” 

The lord froze, coming to face his King who’s face twisted into that of a darkened beast, "But do not take up much of my time. You’ve been rambling for the last hour. Get to the point so we may leave and not continue to hear your nonsense. If you do, I will have you split open in two and left out on a pike to rot whilst the creatures of Camelot *feast on your flesh. You wouldn’t like that now would you….?" 

"N-No your Majesty!” As Arthur had said that, his eyes flickered. It was a great distraction to lead into his plan. (Name)’s thighs were pried apart by cold stone hands which popped out of the chair’s legs. They held firmly onto their thighs, despite (Name)’s subtle attempts to not get the attention of the Holy Knights and nobility around them. 

During Arthur’s threat, a gaze flickered towards (Name). “I didn’t think so, but you have no choice but to obey me. So, next time that you don’t comply, I will just have to follow through.” The twirl of his fingers caused the stone hands to tighten slightly. The drop of Arthur’s fingers didn’t indicate them to loosen. Instead, they stayed the same. And the speech continued, prompting Arthur to continue to caress the sides of (Name)’s exposed thighs. His fingers flittered along their skin, receiving a pleasant inhale of pleasure from his partner.

Being restrained was a normal part of their intimacies with Arthur, usually bound by different horrifying objects. A memory flittered into their mind of a similar situation in which Arthur had their hands tied behind their back with a twisted rope of eyes and muscled flesh. Their face stuffed into the pillow, exposing their ass to the air, and feeling Arthur’s dick drive into them at a rough pace. There was nothing but the sounds of their own muffled moans, the slapping of hips against ass, Arthur’s deep pants and occasional broken half moans of pleasure. He’d always have his tongue barely exiting his mouth before he reached his finishing point. 

But…. 

Even if he was a rough lover, he always sought for consent. His hand slipped near (Name)’s plump inner thigh, feeling along the smooth surface. (Name)’s breath hitched, slightly jolting from the touch of his warm hand up against their cold thigh. He stopped, hands caressing the side of their thigh for a sign of consent. Arthur leaned the other way, eyes meeting (Name)’s with eyebrows quirking. When given a nod, Arthur’s fingers dipped past the fabric of (Name)’s underwear. Arthur’s fingers would occasionally stray deeper within (Name)’s inner thighs, until his fingertips just barely stroked against their folds, withdrawing again to caress her thighs. (Name), trying to regulate their breathing, went back to trying to concentrate on the words of this man speaking. He stuttered, afraid of Arthur’s harsh gaze, whilst not noticing Arthur’s fingers rubbing expertly against his partner’s entrance.

 His palm pressed up against (Name)’s clothed entrance, beginning to grind his hand into their folds. Right as Arthur’s attention was caught by the minister, their free hand joined Arthur to set a motion with his grinding palm. Nevertheless, he was taken aback by his partner’s sudden enthusiasm to get off. Rubbing along faster with his motions, he switched his flat palm to grind his knuckles.

It occasionally ground against their clit, causing (Name) to jolt their fingers forward. A choking half moan came out of (Name), quickly correcting themselves by apologizing for their allergies. The Knights brushed it off, amusing Arthur further to push his fingers past (Name)’s fabric and feel along their sticky lubricated entrance. Continuing for several moments, eventually Arthur’s fingers gently parting their folds for him. His fingers dipped down and went into (Name)’s entrance. Their eyes closed shut, trying to focus on the words that were now fading. All they could continue to do is focus on the way Arthur’s middle finger slowly worked into their entrance. He pressed his fingers up into them until his knuckle was pressed up against their entrance. They gripped the sides of their seats, the whites of their knuckles showing. A few deep inhales and exhales came from (Name), accepting the fullness of Arthur’s thick finger. 

“This is…boring…- What did I tell you, Lord (Insert Here)? You’re not amusing me anymore with your rambling…" 

Letting out a huff of frustration, Arthur curled his fingers inside of (Name). Their hand wrapped around Arthur’s wrist as he abruptly added another finger, working into their folds even more. The tight grip around their wrist did not even discourage Arthur from his quest to get his partner off. His thumb pressed and toyed with their clit; the rest of his fingers stroked smooth, rotating motions into their folds as his middle finger relentlessly curled and pumped into them. Arthur was obviously getting off on the way (Name) gripped onto his wrist and their other hand on their stone armrest. Their thighs fought to close, involuntarily wanting to let their knees buckle. Moments and moments passed before they felt an arousal build up rather quickly. Before they were able to address it, Arthur’s fingers fastened whilst he was speaking to this man across the room.

"I should really just…" 

Arthur felt himself begin to get angry, feeling his partner tighten against his fingers. Suddenly, before they could release, Arthur withdrew his fingers from their entrance and wiped their arousal off of his fingers. 

"Just…go. This meeting is dismissed. Now…” The empty feeling left (Name) to silently whine. An unwelcoming feeling filled them, the stone hands releasing their thighs. The knights filed out of the room, leaving Arthur with their partner in the room. It took a few moments, but then Arthur smiled. 

“What?…Is my love needing me?” Arthur mused over towards (Name), their thighs trembling from the experience. They whined, trying to adjust themselves. Having not noticed their face earlier, Arthur was taken aback by how delicious they appeared. Their face had a deep blush around the cheek area. “We can continue this later…” He slapped his hand down on his thigh, allowing himself to stand up. 

“Meet me in my room in 15 minutes. I expect you naked and needy for my cock by the time I come back.” “Arthur I-” They were cut off by Arthur grabbing onto their chin. His thumb barely went past their plump lips, almost asking them to suck or bite on it. 

“Shh my darling….Your king commands it.” Want a part 2???????

🌊Rafayel’s Lil Audios🧜‍♂️

Some 18+ audios that l've heard that sound a little like Rafayel to me.

NOTE: These are not from the game. They are 18+. Do not interact or listen if you are underage.

*WARNING: USE HEADPHONES🎧*

Hello! First and foremost BLESS you for all your SFW JJK content, everybody seems to be on the NSFW train which is fine but some of us just want to read about hand holding or getting together 😭

If you’re up for it may I please request a Choso/reader where the two of them fall in love because of Yuji? Like over protective big brother x over protective older friend. I know it’s kind of a weird request, but I’m really interested in how that dynamic could play out. If this ask doesn’t vibe then don’t worry about it!!! If it does vibe then thank you for so much for considering my request!!!

it's the little things c. kamo

A/N: anon i apologize this took literal months but i am here to feed the sfw jjk fans bc jolly gee it's an nsfw minefield out there! i'm writing this while running a high fever so im sorry if this isn't great. PROMPT: yuji meets a new friend, choso can't help falling in love. WARNINGS: none WORD COUNT: 1.1k

When Choso first met you, it was at the movie theater. What was supposed to have been some quality time spent with his brother, going and watching the new worm movie (or something, Choso couldn’t really follow the plot when Yuji excitedly recanted it to him), got unexpectedly derailed the moment he ran into you.

He supposes he should be happy that his brother can make friends so easily, that a stranger can turn into a new movie buff friend just because they were wearing some exclusive “merch shirt” (Choso still wasn’t sure what it meant for clothes to be exclusive meant). But in this moment, on this weekend that was supposed to be about spending time with his older brother, Choso wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Yuji’s attention get taken so easily by some random movie fan who was closer to his age than to Yuji’s.

His distaste for you only grew when his brother started inviting you to their sacred movie nights. Choso admits, as important as film is to his brother, he has a hard time keeping up with the new movie trends, never have even cared about movies before being reunited with Yuji. Their movie nights were chances to bond, a chance for Yuji to let his older brother into his own little world

But now you were here, the two of you talking for hours about all the fun little facts you both knew about whatever movie you had just watched. Just two peas in a pod you both were, and although Choso tried his hardest to feel bad about his bitter feelings, he couldn’t find it in himself to do so.

At least, not until Choso first interacted with you without Yuji. You had always been kind to him, not that he returned the gesture. Bringing snacks enough for the three of them, finding out what his favorite drink was from Yuji so that you were sure to get something he liked, always making sure you weren’t stealing too much of the blankets and that you could give him one if he was cold. They were little things, inconsequential things, but acts of kindness nonetheless.

It was during this first Yuji-free interaction that he first felt the distaste for you melt away. Honestly, Choso hadn’t realized you were still at their apartment, with Yuji passed out on the couch after the movie he assumed you had gone straight home, much like you usually do. He wasn’t expecting you to be in the kitchen, wearing his apron (not that you knew), cleaning assortment of dishes that had accumulated over the evening.

Choso could tell you didn’t expect to see him, that you had expected him to be asleep as much as he expected you to have gone home. But instead of greeting him, of explaining what you were still doing in their apartment, all he was met with was you, holding a newly washed baking bowl, softly uttering, “Where should this go?”

You had always been kind to him. With those little things, those inconsequential things. His favorite snacks, his favorite drinks, making sure he was comfortable during the movie. But this, this simple question of where they keep their baking bowls, tiptoed over a line of intimacy that he hadn’t expected you to try and cross.

When Choso answered you, gruff voice responding “Here, I’ll take them,” he put the dish away knowing that you were watching him, slowly learning how they organized their kitchen. It was an intimate thing, knowing how to get around someone else’s kitchen.

The next time you ran into Choso without Yuji was at the grocery store. He had admittadly seen, and ignored, you before he heard you calling out his name. When he turned towards the noise, though, your sudden proximity caught him off guard. “Could you please buy these for me?” A pack of eggs was in one of your hands, the other pointing to a one per customer rule sales sign.

You hadn’t even promised to pay him back before Choso was sighing, relenting to your request almost immediately.

It was another oddly intimate thing to do, especially with someone who was just friends with your brother. Choso found himself drawn to the way you chose what fruit to buy, how you picked brands and couldn’t follow a list even though you had it perfectly written down. He found himself chiding you when you’d have to fumble the little slip of paper out of your pocket every couple of minutes, though there was no bite in his actions as he took it from your hand to hold for you instead.

“We’ll be here all day if you keep doing that,” was his excuse for his actions, “I have other things going on today that involve not being at the store with you.” But, he didn’t and he knew that if it took you all day to shop, he would be there with you all day. Maybe it was his way of thanks for you cleaning the kitchen the other night. Yeah, that was it. This was his way of thanking you for all the little acts of kindness you had shown him since they day you met.

It certainly wasn’t because he was enjoying the time spent with you.

As time went on, little things would happen that kept bringing you two closer together. Yuji stopped always sitting in the middle of the couch during movies, accidentally bumping you or Choso into each other as he sat down on an outer cushion instead. You would come over before movies to bake brownies, inevitably needing Choso’s help to make up for Yuji’s complete incompetence with baking.

Choso isn’t sure what specifically started it, but before he realized it he was laughing with you, smiling when he saw you, looking forward to movie nights. It wasn’t until he found himself wishing he could watch a movie just you two that he realized his feelings had developed to something more than he ever thought it would be.

He wouldn’t ever dream of saying anything, not wanting to risk your friendship with Yuji over pursuing something more with him, until his younger brother sat him down one day and pestered him about asking you out. “It’s clear you’re in love with them,” Itadori comments, popping a chip in his mouth as he picks out a movie for tonight, “so why don’t you go ahead and ask them out already?”

Choso made sure to help you clean the dishes that night, asking you out in the quiet dark of night, feeling as though he was on cloud nine when you said yes.

Arthur Pendragon - The Seven Deadly Sins: Four Knights of the Apocalypse - Episode 8

A little late to the trend, but who does my MC look best with? I have a fav but we shall see who she is destined for.

‘the king of curses doesn’t like sharing. especially not when it comes to his partner.’

☀︎｜tags. heian era!sukuna x female reader. sfw/fluff ? ig. set in the heian era, duh. jealousy & possessive themes. size difference (reader gets referred to as small!). tried to be realistic w/ sukuna’s characterisation so. . . don’t be surprised to read about him killing somebody. therefore, mentions of blood. reader is implied to have a fear of blood (dw sukuna takes care of it teehee). reader gets called 'brat'. not beta read; this sucks ass.

you were taking a stroll outside of the estate, the hem of the floral kimono you’re wearing lightly dragging along behind you. the weather was perfect with not a single cloud in sight.

a pair of silent footsteps follow yours and you sigh. even though it was an usual occurrence, you still aren’t used to having one of sukuna’s servants at your side at all times. your over protective lover insisted that it was for your own ‘safety’. as if anything or anyone could harm you whilst you stay within the four walls of the estate far up in the mountains.

sukuna is continuously busy and thus decided to assign you a personal maid that accompanies you and takes care of your every need when he isn’t able to. well - looking at the bright side of things - at least she tries her best to hide her presence from you. she tags along silently and only speaks when spoken to.

you stop near a sakura tree and tilt your head back to admire its beauty. after a few minutes pass, you hear a different pair of footsteps walking up your way. you turn your head and see a familiar male servant approaching you with his head held low.

his hands were holding onto a platter with a cup of warm tea and a few of your favorite delicacies. the brown-haired man greets you politely. maybe a bit too politely as his voice carries a bright smile, “good afternoon, my lady.”

you return the greeting with a smile of your own. it was like you to treat the servants around the estate with kindness and care — a total opposite of the king of curses. you take a pastry from the platter and look back up at the man, “thank you for bringing me these. i appreciate it greatly.”

the way you treat the ones of lower status has always been an admirable trait of yours. it might have stirred some forbidden feelings for you in the heart of the male servant. he knows that it was impossible - he’d seen how easily sukuna gets rid of those who get too close to you.

but, he isn’t here. the king of curses isn’t present in the current moment. the brown-haired male shifts in his place a little, fingernails digging into the material of the plate he was holding. he was going to do it — no one could hold him back. not even the maid who stood a couple steps away.

“y-you look very beautiful, my lady.” the servant stutters and bows his head at you. you are surprised to hear such a flattering sentence leave the lips of the man in front of you. none of the men around you had dared to be this straightforward in ages. they all knew the possible consequences that such actions could bring after all.

perhaps it was due to the absent intimidating presence of your lover. still, you can’t help but feel grateful. you giggle softly, covering your mouth with your free hand, “thank you so much.”

the male servant gulps at the sound of your laughter. ‘oh, how lucky the king of curses is - to have such a beautiful woman at his side,’ the man thought to himself. he was sure that he could treat you better than the indifferent sukuna himself.

he hesitates to continue the conversation for a second. there was an urge deep within him; to ask if you’d like to have some tea with him in the dining area. it would be extremely bold and maybe way out of line considering that you’re taken.

but, the way you reacted to his earlier compliment gave him a huge confidence boost. one that would sooner or later send him to his grave.

“would you perhaps be interested in joining me for a drink, my lady?” the servant asks and anything that happens after that instant, is all but a blur.

you can’t process the next few moments as everything happens way too fast. the last thing you remember seeing, was the servant before you. a sudden gust of wind passes by and the sounds of quick slashes fill your ears. you couldn’t figure out anything else as your vision gets blocked by something. or rather - someone.

a familiar and large hand covers the back of your head. the scent of the person holding you is also oddly familiar—a certain scent that made a shiver run down your spine from both excitement and light fear.

“sukuna?” you guess and guess correctly. your voice was muffled due to your face being smushed against his torso. you didn’t yet understand what happened, so you try to pull your body away from the king of curses, only for his grip on you to tighten.

sukuna’s face was as emotionless as ever. his eyes look down at the pile of blood near your feet — what was once a human being had now turned into nothing but a pure crimson liquid.

“foolish. absolutely foolish.” the king of curses grumbles, his tone filled with disgust. he doesn’t soften the grip on your body for even a moment. one of his four arms holds you captive against him, his hand firmly yet somehow tenderly cradling your head just above his midriff, “it seems that i cannot leave this place for a single second.”

sukuna glances at your personal maid who had been bowing to him the moment he appeared out of thin air. she could feel his piercing gaze on her and knew exactly what to do without being told: to clean up the mess that stained the garden’s pavement.

“sukuna,” you try to move your head again, but was still restricted. you let out a small whine in response. you just wanted to see your lover after spending an entire day without him. any thoughts about that servant from earlier had long vanished, “i want to see you. can i?”

the request is an innocent one. there isn’t a visible change in sukuna's expression, but the way you asked him that was quite. . . endearing, if he were to explain it. he would comply if it wasn’t for the literal bloodbath he created. which he doesn’t want you to witness.

“not yet.” he replies and effortlessly uses one of his arms to pick your small body up. your lover notices how you try to steal a glimpse at the scene behind you while he moves you around in his embrace. he grunts and gently smacks the back of your head, “no peeking, brat. do as told.”

sukuna knows how much you hate the sight of blood. he's being considerate towards you — even if you do not realise that just yet. however, he also does not have a single regret about murdering that servant. it was to be expected. anybody who dares to make a move on his woman should suffer his wrath.

plus, it's not like you don't know about sukuna's ruthless actions. you’ve come to get used to them; more and more male servants keep dissappearing without a trace after they’ve been ‘too friendly' with you. it's easy to guess who’s behind those disappearances.

it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. as long as you don't see it happening and as long as you get to stay under sukuna's care and protection - you don’t mind.

“can i look now?” you huff after sukuna has carried you away from the garden. the king of curses clicks his tongue at your impatience.

he sighs deeply before allowing you back on your own two feet, “i do not understand why you’re so adamant on looking at me, but fine.”

you waste no time and immediately open your eyes. your gaze doesn’t wander off towards your surroundings—it instantly settles on sukuna. he looked the same as usual; there was not a single change about his appearance and yet you find yourself smiling at the sight of him.

“i missed you.” you hug your lover and feel him returning the gesture a few seconds later. he looks the other way and may seem indifferent to your display of affection, though the man was secretly grateful for it. for you in general.

“mhm.” sukuna lets out a small noise of acknowledgment and that is all you get out of him. he doesn’t have to say much; his body automatically does the talking. he squeezes your body against his — your small frame disappearing behind his beefy arms.

the king of curses doesn’t understand why, but the way your eyes sparkle when looking at him, intrigues him. sukuna had never seen another human look at him like that before after all. they all cower in fear; except for you. you don’t show a single ounce of fear. thus why you are something - someone - he must keep for himself.

he has and will never have any intent on sharing you with anyone. you’re his, for as long as he exists.

Nanami Kento

(Req) Random Nanami boyfriend (husband) texts