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Ft. Sukuna and His Girlfriend

A/N: Please tell me if you like this or have any critiques! Im new to this.

Genre: Fluff

Mentions of Baby Fever. Period Comfort. Mean!Sukuna x Fem!Reader

It was 1 am and you were still up. Your period had just started and were feeling extra emotional this time around. So of course what did you do? Stayed up watching baby videos. God these hormones were getting to you cause why were you crying to these videos about wanting one now?

"Woman what are you doing up?" Sukuna's gruff voice reverberated throughout the room.

He rolled over to his side to find you with tears in those pretty eyes of yours and tears streaking down your face.

"I just... These babies are so cute a-and I really want one." You muttered through choked cries.

You had one hand on your stomach and the other holding your phone. You wiped the tears off your face with the back of your hand before rubbing your nose. You looked like a mess but you were his mess.

"Nope not today. Put that phone down and go the fuck to sleep. It's too late for this." He groaned and took the phone out of your phone. He quickly shut it off and put in on the nightstand.

"Kuna why can't we have a baby?" You sniffled through quiet sobs.

"Go to sleep. I'm not talking about this right now, woman. You're just hormonal."

Obviously you are hormonal and him only denying you and telling you that made you cry more before getting angry.

"You always do this tell me hormonal but I want a family."

Despite how Sukuna came off to others he had a soft spot for you. Whatever his baby wanted she got. But right now he had to put his foot down. I mean you two were still young had years in front of you. He still had plans for you.

"Jesus, lady. Can we not talk about this now?"

"B-But Sukuna! Think of it. Us two with a child. Me as a mom." You whined.

Did he not want a life with you? Worrying thought began to fill your head. But little did you know he did think of it and though he would never admit it his heart was fond of the idea. He could image you being pregnant and as a mom. He could see you holding a small child and smiling. Sukuna knew you would be such a loving mother but he was worried he wouldn't be as great of a father.

"Enough." He practically yelled.

"Fine." You relented and just frowned.

You stopped crying and just sniffled a bit before turning to your side away from Sukuna. You never liked when he got stern with you. So instead you curled up and hugged yourself. It hurt your feelings that he wouldn't even entertain your idea. Sukuna could hear your sniffling and it slightly broke his heart that his baby was so emotional. He slowly came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I'd like to make you my wife before we have kids."

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i can’t believe some of yall are married/in long term relationships…..i thought we were all yearning together

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i think i’m in the very thin line of being a fan of artist but also just enjoying the artist to the point where i can actually critique them.

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there are a lot of undiagnosed adults out there but i do think it's a shame that we've reached a point where having hobbies and interests past the age of 20 is seen as a touch of the tism. i know many older adults who suppress all their childish desires and throw out all their old toys and for what. are you scared of being 'weird' ? who give a shit.

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We really need a "like reply" feature because sometimes I don't have a good response when a friend comments on my post but I still want them to know I see and appreciate it

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sounding like a broken record but black writers get so much questioning yet other non-black writers can write fuck all and have reader call toji dad but god forbid a black reader call a man pa

i think y’all question black writes a little too much for me. especially our writing

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• your weird heteroerotic friendship with dick grayson.

❤︎──── ❛❛you'd known dick since you two were just preteens and by the time you were twenty-something, the two of you had become inseparable in so many ways that made people around you very, very uncomfortable. your room was his room. your closet had his shirts and boxers. his dresser had your sleep shorts and panties. you'd see him naked constantly. scars and all. you'd stepped into his bathroom once while he was shaving, towel slung low on his hips. his abs were still slick from the hot shower. on the bathroom shelf, you noticed your sanitary pads, some of your favorite painkillers, and even products from the skincare routine you both shared.

you made a noise of disapproval and reached over to fix the way he was holding the razor.

"you're gonna nick yourself, pretty boy."

"then fix it, dove."

so you did. you reached up, cupped his jaw, and carefully guided the blade against his skin, the intimacy of it heavy in the steam-clouded mirror. he kept his eyes on you the entire time, those soft, pretty blues watching you with quiet trust.

"thanks. you always take care of me."

"of course i do," you whispered, brushing your thumb along his cheek. "you're fucking useless without me."

you said it with a teasing smile, like he hadn't been leading teams and saving lives since he was thirteen. he smiled anyway. but your closeness didn't stop at helping him shave. you'd eaten from the same fork, shared water bottles, gum, deodorant—even a toothbrush. you literally farted on him once when he tickled you too hard during a sparring session. you'd seen him throw up more times than you cared to.

and it gets weirder.

one time, during a particularly rough mission, you lost all your clothes. literally everything, including your underwear. so you borrowed his. every last piece. shirt, pants, even his boxers. you walked around the block wearing fabric that had been in direct contact with his dick and sweaty balls, and you didn't even blink. yikes, girl.

and when people asked what you were to each other, you'd both laugh. loud. like the question was fucking ridiculous. you were best friends. duh. but then he'd hand-feed you fries across the table while hanging out with your mutual friends. you'd adjust his waistband before going out and he wouldn't even flinch when your fingers brushed too low. he'd adjust the strap of your bra in public, and people would act like it was some kind of spectacle. for some reason.

one time, after a shower in the batcave locker room, you walked out drying your hair. dick was there too, getting dressed after some random training session. and he looked. really looked. right at your uncovered boobs. then, completely unfazed, he just went back to putting on his pants and belt.

"you know your left titty is bigger than the other, right?"

"it's not like your balls are very symmetrical either."

"touché."

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love being a shokohime, sukugo and tojikuna shipper

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"Fancy under there, aren't you?"

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shokohime <3 based on this twitter prompt:

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Best girls oh how I adore them my queens

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Office shiutoji hehehe idea cred to moot 😋

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Lives are gonna be changed when these get animated

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no posts of reader eating gojo’s male butt then i realize im gonna have to be the woman to write that.

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mdni, toji x fem!reader, 'whose pussy is this?' gone wrong

The repetitive slap of Toji’s hips slamming into yours filled the humid bedroom, his heavy body caging you beneath him all desperate and gasping. The mattress heaved under the combined weight, creaking in protest.

Missionary wasn’t even on the agenda tonight. You had batted your lashes like a tease and pawed at your boyfriend. Now here you were, knees folded up to your chest in a mating press whilst your boyfriend thrust his cock into your again, again, and again.

You moaned shamelessly, fingers clawing down his back as he fucked into you. It's slick. It's hot, desperate, and filthy. He leaned in closer, eyes boring into yours with breath hot on your lips. “Whose pussy is this, hmm?”

And then you froze, face visibly contorting to one of mild confusion. With lips parted, eyes darting to the side, your brain short-circuited. Shit.

You winced, voice coming out with a pitched, timid lilt. Toji watched with ragged breaths as you screwed your eyes shut, awaiting your answer.

“Mine...?”

A heavy pause.

...

And then Toji stopped moving altogether.

His cock was halfway inside of you, a hot weight throbbing in response to each clench of your welcoming cunt. Toji simply stared down, a bewildered look on his usually stoic face.

You've managed to break that façade with just one unsure word.

"Was that not the right answer?"

“No."

You grimaced, cursing at yourself silently. “Well— well, It’s just that... technically, it is my pussy...”

“Technically,” he repeated lowly through a scoff, leaning down again until your nose meets his. “Say it again?"

“I panicked!” You blurted out, scrambling to quickly grab at his retreating hands. "It’s yours, I swear—!”

He simply grunted in response. Low and offended. “Naaah, don't take it back. S’not mine anymore, hmm?"

Toji withdrew his hips, pulling out until it was only his flushed, dewy tip you were clenching around.

"Your pussy," he seemed to sneer in a hushed tone before pulling out completely with a wet pop! Never did you think that you'd be debating over custody rights over your OWN anatomy. You sat there, pussy clenching around nothing as the bulky man practically sulked with his broad back turned to you.

"... if I say that it's yours, will you fuck me?"

...

"Maybe. Give me copyright claims, too, or something whilst you're at it."

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misogynist fujoshis are a plague to fandom spaces my god 😭😭😭😭😭