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first meeting sentence starters.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

“Looks like we’re in this together now.”

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thinking of doing a kinktober…. Idk if I’m up for it

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"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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Frat boy!Sukuna, who cannot fathom why you don't mess with him whatsoever.

Fem!reader, fratboy!sukuna, Sukuna is a whore who is crazy for you, gojo is here, so is shoko, college!au

A/N: This might be a longer fic but honestly idk I have some many ideas floating around💀💀💀

Fratboy!Sukuna, who saw you ransacking the fridge at his fraternity house looking for a drink that was unopened and laced with cheap vodka. He wast looking for love, or a potential partner, what he saw in you was a potential lay, or perhaps, friends with benefits. So he decided to approach you.

What a fucking disaster that was.

Mere moments after he uttered the word "hey-" you turned around and gave him a disgusted grimace.

A grimace. Him.

He's barely said one word to you, and this is the reaction you give?

Fine. He's dealt with worse; he's faced rejection before. He will change your mind. Don't ask him why he wants to change your mind so desperately.

Or maybe not.

He'd tried everything. He flashed you a (what he thought) was a sexy grin? Nothing.

He offered to take you out to get better drinks? Nothing.

"You come around here often?" he shouted over the trashy music playing on someone's Bluetooth speaker.

Nothing once again.

"I just couldn't understand why a beautiful woman like you would ever want to be here?"

Nothing.

So he went for more desperate extreme measure.

"So do you want me or not." Now this, this got a response from you. Not one that he particularly wanted or cared for, but something was better than nothing.

"Absofuckinglutely not." you muttered.

Your voice mesmerised him so much that he almost didn't hear what you said and didn't even notice you walking off to your friends. He savoured this crumb of attention that he got from you.

He had to know who you were. And he had to know why you didn't want him.

Everyone did.

So he asked the guy who literally started this whole fiasco: the party host, Gojo.

"Oh that girl? Yeaaaahhh, she's one of Shoko's friends. But I don't really know her like that." was the completely useless response he got.

So he asked Shoko herself.

"Now why the fuck would I want to introduce her to you and your whoreish ways? Fuck off, I actually like my friends, you know." Another useless response he got.

So that went well, and now he's back to square one. He did some stalking investigating (he just checked Shoko's following, and did a process-by-elimination)

Finally.

Your page was so…. You. (He barely even knows you)

You like travelling and going to the theatres, and even going to the very same gym he did.

So here he was - at the gym - coincidentally at the same time as you.

'Coincidentally.'

And did he 'coincidentally' decide to corner you whilst you were on your way to refill your drink?

Sure.

But whilst looking down at you as you glared up at him, telling him to move out of your way, he finally had an answer as to why he was so obsessed with understanding why you weren't interested in him.

Its because he was absoutely crazy for you. And it pissed him off badly.

"Why do you keep avoiding me." he blurted out.

You gave him that face -that face again - where you scrunch up your face in a disgusted grimace. But then you finally, finally put him out of his misery and answer his question.

"It's because you're a fucking dick, that's why," you respond.

What. What.

"Me? Babe, what have I ever done to you?"

"Don't call me babe," you bite back, "You're a frat guy, and I've seen the absolute slew of women you've been with. I will not debase myself by being with you-"

"What if I change." Sukuna interrupts.

You give him a puzzled look.

"What if I go to my classes, stop hanging around so many girls. Clean up my act nd shit," Sukuna takes a deep breath, " I don't like this. You are supposed to like me, and we are supposed to fuck, and then that's it. That's how far our relationship should go. But I don't know, man, fuck. I need you. You won't fucking leave me alone, and i keep thinking about you, so that means that there is something there. Be with me and I'll change. For good.

"A trial period. Six months. That's all I'm giving." you mutter.

A smirk slowly appears on Sukuna's face. He grabs you by the waist bringing you closer to his muscled chest.

"Baby, that's all I need before I'll have you face down in my bed while my cock drives into your pretty pus-"

"OKAY, that's enough."

A/n: Can you guys tell that I've never met a frat guy? We don't have them where I'm from.😭😭

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Next door neighbour! Nanami x reader

Wc: 982

A/n: This was going to be a short drabble but then the story just kind of..ran away ig...

Moving is a daunting feeling for anyone, and for you, this is the first time you've been able to move out. (The economy is terrible, okay.) So you picked this lovely apartment block that apparently has a nice neighbourhood with even nicer residents!

At least that's what the realtor said.

You move the last box into you apartment, releasing a deep sigh after doing so much. Beginning to unpack you ponder on where exactly to put your figurines when you get a gentle knock at the door.

' Who could that be? A neighbour?'

You make your way to the door, opening it to find a giant wall of suited muscle. Looking upward, you're greeted with literally the most gorgeous man you've ever seen. Blond hair slicked back meticulously, Amber eyes with golden flecks behind thin, rectangular wire framed glasses peer down at you, the man presented a timid, yet warm smile.

holyfuckholyfuckholyfuckholyfuckholyfuck

"Hello, I saw your moving truck and just wanted to introduce myself to my new neighbour," he opens out his hand in a handshake," I'm Nanami Kento, I live next door."

"Hi Kento - I can call you Kento, right?- sorry if I'm being too forward I just haven't met anyone around here or made any friends yet, and so I'm kind of excited." You ramble.

Kento chuckles slightly, his laugh a deep rumble, at your nervousness, the sound sending a shock right down to your nether regions.

"That's absolutely no problem, It would be an honor to be your first friend if that's alright with you?" he replies.

"I would love that." you respond.

That was the dumbest decision you've ever made.

Sure. You like being friends with the guy. He's jaw droppingly handsome, kind, polite. Helps you out when you need it.

But you literally cannot stand it anymore, he's too nice. He stands so close to you when you're together, holds your bag when you need it, always asks you out to these amazing dinners, but never call them a date!

You want so much more, but you don't really know where he stands on the matter.

So you decide to ask him. You have the perfect opportunity. Tonight he's coming over for a movie night. It was supposed to be a moment where you try and convince him that LaLa land is the best movie ever made and he should watch more whimsical films but that can be put on the back burner.

"Ken," you call out. In the months you've become friends, you've taken to calling him Ken. At first, he used to shrug it off, but now it seems he's fully accepted it. He looks away from the movie, looking down at you, giving his full attention to you. "Do you like hanging out with me?"

He gives you a funny look. "Of course," he responds, " I wouldn't be here if I didn't, to be honest, that would be a waste of my time."

'So why do you treat me like that?'

"But you don't treat me like a friend," you point out, "You take care of me, whenever I need you you're just.. there, no questions; you even fixed my lightbulb when it when out that one time and refused payment for it! I'm sorry but that's not friend behaviour."

He gives a slight smirk at your response, "Really? So what type of behaviour is it."

You pause for a moment, really looking into Nanami's eyes. Every time you look into them, you feel as if you are the centre of the world. More specifically, his world. Like nothing can stop what's going on between you. This time, it feels like he has put every emotion he feels for you into one look. Happiness, devotion,

Love.

'He's literally pushing me to say it.'

"Boyfriend behaviour. Its boyfriend behaviour." you blurt out.

"Well, I'm glad you finally caught on. I admit this isn't the usual way I pursue someone, but," he pauses for a moment, taking a deep sigh as if he was readying himself, "from the first day you moved in and we met, if I'm honest, I was smitten. But I didn't want to change what we had. Or at least, what I thought we had. I thought it would make things awkward, me being your first friend, and also falling for you.

"So...you decided to show me through gestures instead of telling me?" you whisper, as if your voice has just completely left you in that moment.

Nanami swallows deeply, his adams apple bobbling with the movement. You fix your gaze onto it, fully entrance for just a moment.

"Yes." he whispers back.

Your eyes lock onto each other, not wanting to move an inch, before Nanami grabs the back of your head and crushes your lips together. His lips are soft, almost pillow-like, and he tastes like the wine the two of you shared, strong and almost bitter, but with a sweet aftertaste, but that's just because it's Kento, your ken. and this has been something you've been waiting for for so long now.

Your tongues wrestle each other, teeth clashing against each other ever now and then, the kiss turning almost desperate, with both of you pouring all your yearning and longing for one another into the kiss. You move your hand to grip his blond locks, and he lets out a deep groan at the action, the sound reverberating throughout your entire body.

Kento brings his other hand to rest on your hip, the large hand being a grounding presence whilst your head gets all fuzzy from the kiss.

You break away slowly, both panting from the exertion you just made. Kento's face was flushed slightly all the way down to his chest, or at least from what you could see, his blond hair tousled from your hands.

"Now, was that boyfriend behaviour?" he pants out.

"Yeah." you grin.

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Edit: The LaLaLand statement was an actual thing that a friend said to me. I get it, the movie is great, but the best movie of all time? BOLD statement.

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Roomhate- Chapter 1

Synopsis:

You desperately needed a new roomate since your last one left you.

Little did you know what you were signing up for...

Wc: 2k

Tags: Modern!Au, TattooArtist!Sukuna, Roomate!Sukuna, Gojo is mentioned, he will come up later actually

A/N: This was quite fun to write and took a WHILE so here we are. This was also beta read by the lovely @catradora333 so go give them a follow!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

When you put out a desperate ad for a roommate after your friend bailed on you late minute, never did you think that you would be sitting in a coffee shop opposite a big, hulking, pink – haired tattooed man. But hey, it’s the final year of your undergrad degree, and you NEEDED someone to help you cover your rent for your studio apartment. There’s no logical way you can afford a decent apartment on your bartender salary + student aid, not in this economy. That’s just wishful thinking.

You look down at the printed application that you sent out, hoping that you’re speaking to the same person, and by the looks of it you haven’t been catfished!

Name: Sukuna

Age: Who wants to know

Occupation: tattoo artist

Do you have pets? No.

Ideal sleeping schedule? Whenever

Do you smoke or vape? Yeah

Are you okay with splitting utilities?  Don’t care

Do you like having guests over? No

How often do you host friends? I don’t.

You look back up to see this ‘Sukuna’ guy staring blankly, right back at you, slouched in his chair.

“So…Sukuna right?” You ask

“Obviously.”

‘Ok… a bit sassy but whatever.’

“Your handwriting doesn’t really seem to fit your appearance.” You joke.

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?"

“Ne-nevermind.”

Sukuna raised one pierced eyebrow before scoffing and looking away.

“Anyways, since you’re literally the only person who responded to my ad, and I need someone to move in ASAP, you’ve got the place.”

“Cool.” He grunts, “So can I get the keys or what?"

“Uh, sure I guess?”

‘Jeez, what’s his issue.’ You think as you hand him your key.

“Okay, so If you could just let me know when you are going to move in, so I can be out of the house when that happens, that would be great. Also, the trash is taken out on Tuesdays and the rent is taken out on the first of every month, and-“you’re cut off as you watch the man abruptly stand up and walk out whilst muttering :

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'll text you or something.”

‘I didn’t even give him my number….?’

Ok. You’ll admit it. You want this guy out ASAP. He is, by far, the WORST person that you have ever, ever had the displeasure of living with.

He’s rude, lazy, NEVER takes the trash out on time, pays his rent when ever he feels like it (which has led to a lot of amazing(!) emails and texts from your landlord) and he always seems to have someone named Uraume(?) over? Whose basically his defacto maid and seems to do all his chores for him, which baffles you GREATLY considering you did not sign up for this and you know for a fact that this Uraume person is NOT on the contract-

Whatever.

For some reason, you just don’t have it in you to confront him. It could be the fact that he is really intimidating and your heart drops anytime he enters a shared room never in your apartment but who cares at this point.

You sigh to yourself, cleaning up the mess of dishes that your lovely roommate decided to leave behind for SEVERAL DAYS, when the front door shuts loudly. You turn, seeing the aforementioned roommate stomp his way in his servant(?) surprisingly not around. Stopping yourself, you turn around fully to face him as he flays his body on the couch.

“Hey, I was just wondering, could you do the dishes next time? The smell was really getting to me.”

“Mhm.” He grunts in response.

“Okay, but I just feel like you’re not getting my point. You’ve left the dishes for literal DAYS now, and there was flies literally buzzing around! This has literally never happened to me ever. So could you please-”

“Alright, alright I get it! Jeez, who cares? I’ll clean it next time.”

“It’s always next time with you! It’s always.” You lower your voice to mimic his, ‘Okay, I’ll get it next time,’ or it’s ’yeah whatever.’ Or even “Uraume’ll get it.’ Which is EVEN more confusing because who is Uraume? And why are they always here? You never mentioned this AT ALL when you were moving in, and you haven’t mentioned anything right now! I did not consent to this. I consented to you and only you to move into this apartment.I wanted a normal roomate, someone who cleans up, and is fun to hang out with. We could’ve done movie nights or whatever. Still, instead, I got you, some guy who I don’t really know despite us living together for almost six months now and just stomps around the house and does whatever he wants whenever he wants and yeah you’re hot or whatever but that is not an excuse to act like a complete and utter asshole.”  You pant heavily, borderline sweating after your rant.

Sukuna stares are you blankly for a solid minute before raising his eyebrows and stomping off to his room. You flinch as the door slams, sighing to yourself as you realise you two are now back at square one because of your outburst.

You don’t regret it one bit though. If you could (and you should), you would’ve done it all over again in a heartbeat with even more expletives. That man does not listen at all. It’s like talking to a child except this ‘child’ is a sexy 6ft+ grown man with piercings and tattoos everywhere.

You turn back to the pile of dishes in the sink, hoping that at some point, there would be some change in your relationship with your roommate. Or else one of you would have to find other housing.

And it DEFINITELY wasn’t going to be you.

You finally come back home from a long night shift, expecting to find the house to be a mess as usual, when you find that the kitchen is completely spotless. As in squeaky clean.

Frankly, you are at a loss for words. Did someone break into your home and just so happen to not steal anything, but only cleaned your house?

Or

Did your hot roommate finally decide to lock the fuck in and clean up after himself? Did your speech yesterday resonate with him?

You don’t know.

But the answer to your questions might be in reach, considering your roommate just so happened to step into the foyer.

“Cleaned up the kitchen, also I took out the trash too, so you don’t need to get in my ass for anything.” He grunts.

“Oh? Did YOU do all of,” you gesture to the kitchen, “this?”

“Obviously, who the fuck would?”

“Honestly? I thought that either:

A: You would leave them to me, AGAIN.

Or

B: You would get that Uraume person to do it, like you do for literally everything else.”

“Well I didn’t want you to get on my ass again like you did yesterday. Shit was annoying to hear.”

You didn’t even bother to respond to the last comment; instead, opting to inspect the kitchen to look for any imperfections.

“The fuck are you doing?” 

You jerk your head around to face him before replying:

“I’m just…checking out some stuff.”

“No. No. You’re checking to see if I’ve left any mess. You think I can’t clean properly. That’s bullshit -  I CAN clean properly!”

“And I understand that – but I just want to check!” you reply as if you were speaking to a child.

Sukuna huffs before splaying himself on the couch.

“Long day?” You ask,

You get a non-committal grunt in return. 

“Some jackass asked for a photo realistic tattoo of his dog. That isn’t my style. I told him this, even showed him my portfolio- something he SHOULD’VE checked out to begin with, but whatever- and yet he STILL insisted on me doing it. So, I did, obviously. I wasn’t going to turn down the money and he hated it. He then decided to throw a punch, starting a fight he obviously couldn’t finish, and now here I am.” He ends his story with a blasé shrug of his shoulders.

You just blink in response, genuinely at a loss for words. You don’t know what it is but this has made your roommate seem SO much more attractive and you don’t really know why. Sure, he was a complete and utter jackass but there was something so…sexy? About him casually talking about a fight that he didn’t even start and yet somehow won. The guy is jacked, and you would love those arms to be crushing you in a headlock whilst he’s destroying your cervix from behind with his huge cock that you just know he has-

Or you could ascertain that he just goes to the gym a lot, you don’t know.

It doesn’t really matter anyways because you know that you and him could never be. He’s just too…much at times. You want a man who’s kind and caring and knows how to take care of you.

Treats you like a princess.

You just know that this man won’t be able to give you that desire, especially considering all the stuff he’s put you though. Not to mention, he’s your roommate. Say if things go wrong, then what. You’re stuck with an extremely hot ex until he moves out.

Whatever.

You decide to concede in your task of inspecting the kitchen, realising that it was completely pointless.  Deciding to go to your room instead, you collect your things and make your way down the corridor before a quiet rumble from Sukuna.

“Did you say something?” You ask.

“Nah.” He responds.

“Are you sure? Because I’m confident I heard something. I’m not going to yell at you again if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“I ain’t afraid of shit. Don’t ever say that. I just didn’t say anything important.”

“Okay…then if its not important then just tell me.”

“No. Don’t tell me what to do. It’s not important. Go away.”

“No. Tell me what you wanted to say.” You demand, slowly approaching the couch.

“No. I will no-“

“TELL. ME.”

Sukuna jerks his head up at you, before literally pouting (yes this grown, six-foot tatted man pouted at you) before mumbling:

“There’s gonna be a party with some people I know. I told them about you, and they asked me to invite you.”

“What was that?”

“I said,” he sighs, “there gonna be a party with some people I know. I told them about you, and they asked me to invite you.”

“Oh, so a party with you and your friends? When is it?” you reply cheerfully.

“Those bumbling, inconsiderate, useless ingrates are NOT my friends. They are acquaintances at best. They said the party is on Friday night, 7 O’ clock , so dress up and get all pretty or something.” Sukuna retorts.

‘Alright damn, he really meant it when he said that he doesn’t do friends.’ You think.

“I mean okay, I’ll call off sick for that night. I’m assuming you’re gonna take me there?”

“Well, obviously,” Sukuna scoffs, “You’re basically my date, so be ready by 6:30. It’s taking place at the house of the guy I fought today, actually, Satoru or whatever his name was. Turns out he’s a friend of a friend so there’s that.”

‘Excuse me????????????????????????? Date?????There is legitimately no way he just said that. And why is he so chill about it??!??! When did this happen???’

In your mental panic you just give a weak okay before rushing off to your room. You really needed time to process Sukuna’s claim of ownership(?) on you.

Also, you had to plan an outfit for Friday. Considering it was Monday; you had quite a lot of time left.

Sukuna smirks slightly to himself after seeing your reaction to his statement. It seemed like his plan was working. What is that plan you may ask? Well, its operation: Seduce my hot roommate. (He came up with the title, obviously).

After ranting numerous times to Uraume about your situation and how he had inexplicably developed a slight crush on you after you yelled at him for a solid few minutes, they (mainly Uraume) came up with this idea. Essentially, drop subtle hints that he is interested throughout the week, and then at the actual party claim you in front of everyone, thereby solidifying your status as his partner.

What could go wrong?

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I hope to have the next chapter within a week. I'm forcing this goal upon myself

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Thank you guys so much for the love on this!!!! More is on the way

Sleeping with trueform!Sukuna (not like that pervert) is like sleeping with a human(?) heater.

The man loves to hold and cuddle with you which would, on paper be amazing and nice and so so cute but when you're dating a literal curse its the opposite. He grips onto you with all four arms so you can barely move, practically LAYS on top of you so can barely breathe-

its a fun time.

But one thing you must not even attempt to do WHATSOEVER is move from the bed. Even if you need to go piss. Even if you want a glass of water, because that man will legitimately teleport to wherever you are.

For instance, one night you were craving a sweet snack and you couldn't sleep without having one so you ended up in the kitchen.

Obviously.

But while you browsing the cabinets for a snack you felt this giant source of heat at your back.

Instantly, you knew who it was but you made no move to acknowledge it. Maybe if you were still enough he'll just go away-

"Woman." A voice grunts.

You made no move to respond.

"I know you can hear me. It is futile to pretend."

Keeplookingkeeplookingkeeplooking-

Your thoughts are promptly interrupted when you feel yourself being spun around by strong hands.

You're left facing what seems to be a large wall of tattooed muscle, as you look up you see several red eyes glaring at you with no real malice in them.

"Why did you leave our bed. It is late." Sukuna grumbles.

"I was just craving a snack," You reply exasperated, "there was no reason for you to wake up, I wasn't even going to take that long."

"That doesn't matter, I noticed your absence immediately and I don't like it. Return to our chambers at once."

"I will, just gimme a min I really want these cheese puffs." you say finally finding a snack you like. However your joy is promptly interrupted by one of Sukuna's four arms grabbing the jar out of your hands while he grabs you in one of his other arms.

You don't even question his behaviour at this point. It's more effort that its worth and just just want to eat your food and sleep.

Sukuna carries you back to your bedroom before promptly dumping you on the bed and making his way to lay back down to sleep.

"Can I have my cheese puffs now?" you ask.

The only response you get is a grunt and the jar shoved into your arms and an arm wrapped around your waist.

He misses you so bad its not even funny.

A/N: I've been in a sort of writing funk so I've just been writing drabbles atm but I hope to get a oneshot out at some point soon!

Also I was eating cheese puffs the whole time whilst writing this hence that being the food choice

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The next story will be out soon!!!! Hint: its a roomate!sukuna x reader :))))))

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Sleeping with trueform!Sukuna (not like that pervert) is like sleeping with a human(?) heater.

The man loves to hold and cuddle with you which would, on paper be amazing and nice and so so cute but when you're dating a literal curse its the opposite. He grips onto you with all four arms so you can barely move, practically LAYS on top of you so can barely breathe-

its a fun time.

But one thing you must not even attempt to do WHATSOEVER is move from the bed. Even if you need to go piss. Even if you want a glass of water, because that man will legitimately teleport to wherever you are.

For instance, one night you were craving a sweet snack and you couldn't sleep without having one so you ended up in the kitchen.

Obviously.

But while you browsing the cabinets for a snack you felt this giant source of heat at your back.

Instantly, you knew who it was but you made no move to acknowledge it. Maybe if you were still enough he'll just go away-

"Woman." A voice grunts.

You made no move to respond.

"I know you can hear me. It is futile to pretend."

Keeplookingkeeplookingkeeplooking-

Your thoughts are promptly interrupted when you feel yourself being spun around by strong hands.

You're left facing what seems to be a large wall of tattooed muscle, as you look up you see several red eyes glaring at you with no real malice in them.

"Why did you leave our bed. It is late." Sukuna grumbles.

"I was just craving a snack," You reply exasperated, "there was no reason for you to wake up, I wasn't even going to take that long."

"That doesn't matter, I noticed your absence immediately and I don't like it. Return to our chambers at once."

"I will, just gimme a min I really want these cheese puffs." you say finally finding a snack you like. However your joy is promptly interrupted by one of Sukuna's four arms grabbing the jar out of your hands while he grabs you in one of his other arms.

You don't even question his behaviour at this point. It's more effort that its worth and just just want to eat your food and sleep.

Sukuna carries you back to your bedroom before promptly dumping you on the bed and making his way to lay back down to sleep.

"Can I have my cheese puffs now?" you ask.

The only response you get is a grunt and the jar shoved into your arms and an arm wrapped around your waist.

He misses you so bad its not even funny.

A/N: I've been in a sort of writing funk so I've just been writing drabbles atm but I hope to get a oneshot out at some point soon!

Also I was eating cheese puffs the whole time whilst writing this hence that being the food choice

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Exbf!Sukuna Drabbles ~ ˚✦. . 　 ˚　 . ✦ . ★⋆. ࿐࿔ 　.  ˚　*　✦

A/N: I'm finally backkk school is over and exams DID NOT finish me so now I definitely ready to write some more !!

and I've fallen in love with sukuna despite not finishing jjk LMFAOOOO but who cares 　　

GN!reader, exbf!sukuna, sukuna being annoying, mentions of sex, sukuna owns a gym here idk

Exbf!Sukuna who you FINALLY decide to break up with after being on and off with for years. you've had enough of the drama, the fights, the back and fourth- it was all too much. The make up sex was great sure, but it was NOT worth dealing with him all the time.

Exbf!Sukuna who does NOT take this well whatsoever. At first he straight up ignores you going about his day as if nothing happened. Its not until you start to ignore his texts and calls when he realises that maybe it was officially over.

Exbf!Sukunawho will text you one day demanding to get back together and then the very next day brush you off and pretend as if he's too good for you. (He knows its actually the opposite but he'll never admit that.) You ignored every text.

Exbf!Sukunawho will turn up at your apartment insanely early in the morning banging on the door to be let in. When you finally open up, he flashes his his phone at you, showing your his texts from the night before. "So you're not even going to respond to me? Is that how its going to be?" he demands. You shut the door in his face.

Exbf!Sukuna who becomes INSANELY petty whenever you guys break up. He'll post corny quotes on his notes on instagram, so you block him. Trying to get your attention, he'll frequent areas he knows you'll be at, thwart any attempt you make at moving on and make sure you understand that you will continue to be inconvenience if you aren't with him. At one point he even stole the wheels off of your car. You don't even want to know how he did that.

Exbf!Sukuna who will use his contacts with other gyms to get you blacklisted from all gyms in the area barring his one. When you finally show up to his gym to confront him he just smirks and asks, "So now you wanna to talk to me babe?"

Exbf!Sukuna who you keep going back to no matter how many times you guys hurt each other, no matter how many arguments you have, no matter how much he pisses you off, at the end of the day you'll be back in his arms. Where you belong, in his eyes.

Also the sex is great so that's a bonus.

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Back to you - Nanami Kento

Summary: You and your ex husband nanami reunite after your divorce.

Pairing: Nanami kento x fem!Reader

Cw: MDNI!!! Afab reader, exhusband!Nanami, makeup sex, cunniligus hes a bit possesive but thats bc he missed you, kinda angsty idk, mating press, pet names

Word Count: 2k

A/N. I got my flatmate to help me out with this one (esp the smut since this was my first time writing)

Enjoy! If there are any mistakes PLEASE lmk

Being a divorcee before thirty was never on your list of life plans. It was just something you never really seemed to consider. You though you would have your average happily ever after – a good husband, white picket fence house and maybe some children.

But sitting in your lawyer’s office preparing to sign the divorce agreement alongside your (now) ex-husband, you start to feel this pressure in your chest.

It hurts.

You don’t even fully understand why that is- YOU were the one who asked for the damn divorce in the first place!

 You distinctly remember the day – You and Kento were just sitting, opposite one another in silence, your eyes glued to the Tv, and Nanami engrossed in a book he recently started, not interacting with one another whatsoever. You had just finished eating dinner, with Kento uttering a quiet ‘thank you’ when he was done.

You hated it.

So, with no forewarning whatsoever you blurted out: “I want a divorce.”

Kento’s head shoots up, his eyes showing a flicker of confusion before fading away.

“…. okay.”  He muttered.

Snapping out of the memory you refocus to your current situation, your hand slightly trembling and you reach for the pen to sign the papers. 

‘A clean break.’  you think ‘This is what we need. A clean break from all of this. It’s for the best.’

But you don’t even believe that. You haven’t believed that since the day you asked for a divorce. Your heart wants him, so, SO badly. But for once, you need to follow the rational part of yourself. You weren’t happy. Not for a long time. Ad you couldn’t stay in that “partnership” anymore.

You finally sign the papers, after what felt like forever, signing away the last few years of your life as if they meant nothing, the pen feeling 200 times heavier than usual.  You take one last look at your (now) ex-husband, only to see him with his head facing downwards, staring into nothing.

Almost as if he refused to look at you.

You hear Nanami scribble his signature before the lawyer allows you to leave. Walking out (or at least you think you were, everything and everyone in the office was a blur) everything seems muffled; you can’t hear anything.

You have to get outside.

Stepping out into the bustling street you relish in the noise of cars honking, people commuting to wherever they need to go.

You locate your car parked right near the entrance and wrench the door open, haphazardly throwing your belongings in the back seat. Strapping yourself in you drive off.

You can finally breathe.

And you refuse to acknowledge the figure of your ex-husband in the rearview mirror, staring.

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Several months later.

You had been wallowing in your sorrow for several months when your friends decided that enough was enough and something had to change.

So, here you were at 10pm on a Friday night, suck in a dress that is seemingly two sizes too small, stuck at a shitty, seedy bar, nursing a Manhattan while your friends chatter away right next to you. (It had been a while since you went out like this considering you were, you know, married.) It was overwhelming, tiring even.

You really weren’t cut out for this.

Looking around the bar you see numerous people seeming to enjoy their Friday night, either nursing a drink, or chatting with friends or colleagues.

That’s when you saw him.

Your ex-husband.

Sitting all alone seemingly nursing his Jack Daniels. He looked the same, still amazing. Slightly dishevelled and tired but that looked so good on him. You feel the pull, that invisible string that always used to draw you to him.

You feel your feet moving almost as if you were possessed, pulling you towards him. You couldn’t explain this feeling. This need to be near him, close to him.  Perching yourself at the bar you smell a trace of sandalwood. The same perfume you gifted him all those years ago, as an anniversary gift.

‘He still uses it?’

You even remember the day you gave it to him.

Nanami had just came home from work, stepping into the foyer sighing with exhaustion when he notices the dimly lit lounge, with fake candles scattered all around the room. You stumbled in, oven mitts still on and an apron that said ‘kiss the cook’ wrapped your waist. You gasped in surprise at your husband’s appearance, and you run to greet him. You wrap yourself around his firm waist inhaling his musky scent mixed in with the smell of the outside world.

“Babe! I didn’t know you would be home so early!”

“Darling, its 10 o’clock.” He responded dryly with a smile.

“Oh really?” You peer at the hallway clock, “Time must’ve flown by whilst I was cooking.” You responded.

“What’s the big occasion for you to be cooking up a storm like this?” he asked.

“Theres no way you’ve forgotten.” You move to look up at him “It’s our anniversary obviously!” you point to the small calendar handing nearby. The current date circled multiple time in red sharpie with the words ‘anniversary’ scribbled below.

Your husbands face blanches, going slightly pale in the process.

“There’s no way I could’ve forgotten…I literally had it marked on my calendar and set a notification to remind me!” he mutters to himself.

You chuckle a little, “Babe it’s okay. I know you would never forget about something like this, I know you. Work has been making you quite overwhelmed recently, you mentioned that recently remember?”

Nanami rubs his head slightly, looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He sighed, nodding slightly in response.

You unwrap your arms from his waist before taking his hands in yours and guiding him to the lounge before pushing him to sit on the couch.

You jog slightly to the kitchen to grab your dinner, a large tray of lasagna with some garlic bread and salad on the side, placing on the main table before grabbing the plates and cutlery as well as a bottle of wine and some glasses. Leaving your apron in the kitchen.

You begin to try and serve Nanami before he takes the spatula from your hands glaring slightly at you, but with no malice in those amber eyes of his.  Letting him take over you watch as he deftly serves you and himself.

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Having enjoyed the meal you prepared, you and Nanami were sitting on the couch in each other’s embrace when you move back slightly, reaching behind the pillows.

“I have one more gift for you. Close your eyes and put out your hands.” You whisper.

Your husband obeys your instructions when you place a cool glass bottle in his hands.

He pries his eyes open to find a small bottle of Guerlain l’homme men’s perfume.  

“Darling this…this is..”

“…Do you like it?”

He turns to look at you, “I absolutely love it, thank you so much.” Giving you the warmest smile you’ve ever seen, he places a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m glad.” You respond.

Let’s just say, Nanami definitely made up for forgetting about your anniversary that night.

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Snapping back to the present you realise that the two of you were looking at each other intently, both just analysing the others features.  You both felt it, that pull, that desire-

That lust.

 You don’t even know how you both ended up in this situation. In some rundown motel, not too far from the bar, alone with your ex-husband trailing kisses down your chest.  His rough hands touching every part of you, you couldn’t believe you were here, with him. Under him.

Leaning his chest onto yours leans into your ear. “Do you like that?”  he grunts out, “you missed me darling?” he grips you harder, “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, even when you left me like that, all alone.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” You sob.

“It’s okay, its okay sweetheart. We’re together again, that’s what matters. I can’t let you leave again; I won’t let you leave again.” He pants out.

He buries his face in your neck leaving sloppy wet kisses all over. His blond tresses tickling your neck as he lifts himself off you-moving down your body, kissing down in a straight line as he goes, worshiping you.

You arch your hips into him as he leaves a sloppy kiss on your pussy.

“You’re so wet darling; it seems like you missed me really badly. It was wrong of you to run away from me, to hide this from me.” He slaps your mound, sending shockwaves all throughout your body, dragging a moan out of you. “It’s okay, I’m here now,” he places a kiss on your soaked folds, “I’ll always be here to take care of you.” He dives into your folds like a man dying of thirst, seeking any sort of nourishment, releasing deep moans in the process. Your voice cracks with every lick, suck and kiss he leaves on your pussy.

“Let go for me sweetheart, hm? Cum for me, for your husband.” He whispers against your folds.

So you do, unwinding completely as you cum, your husband slurping up every last drop he can.

As the waves of pleasure finally finish washing over you twitching and trembling in the process, your husband stands up, his eyes glossy, and his face covered in your liquids, palming his dick has he licks the remaining juices off his face.

“You ready for me baby?” he breathes out gripping his cock harder.

You nod your head vigorously, your throat practically hoarse from all the moaning you’d done previously.

Nanami lines himself up to your pussy before entering slowly, releasing a long groan in the process.  He gives you a few moments, waiting for you to adjust. It’s been a long time, and he knows you aren’t used to him.

“Ken…it’s-it’s okay, you can move, its alright.” You pant out.

Kento grunts, showing his acknowledgement.

His rough hands then reach your thighs, gripping them, your legs hanging over his broad shoulders, putting you in a mating press as he then pounds into you relentlessly. You can feel every inch of him inside you, messing up your insides. Kento’s balls slap against your ass in a rhythmic fashion, adding to your pleasure.

He abruptly pulls out making you release a light whimper in the process. Nanami grabs your hips before turning you over with your ass facing him and pulling you inwards. He pushes himself into once more, letting out a load moan in the process.  He leans

“Never leave me again baby please, I’ll do anything, anything you want I’ll do it – it doesn’t matter just...come back to me.” He’s completely lost in you, babbling away.

But so are you, “Yes-yes, I’ll do it, I’ll come back Ken I’m so sorry, leaving you was a mistake!”

Nanami pounds harder into you somehow, wrapping his arms around your upper chest you can feel everything: his breath in your ear, his erratic heartbeat on your back and his cock relentlessly pounding you, it almost hurts, in a way, but that makes it so much better.

“Marry me baby, marry me again, let me be your husband again, we’ll have a massive wedding yeah? invite all your friends and family -but you’re never leaving me again. I wont let you.” He’s rambling. You love it, the rumble of his voice in your ear, almost whiny.

His thrusts become erratic, sloppy almost. Its clear he’s at his limit – and so are you.

“Come on baby, cum, cum with your husband. Be a good girl for me, let go for me.”  He begs.

You follow his ask, letting go completely, your eyes rolling back in pure euphoria, seeing nothing but stars. Your husband follows suit, remaining still for a few moments leaving his mark deep in your body. He pulls out slowly, before he collapses onto the bed beside you.

Nanami rolls off you after he was done but not wanting to completely let go of you, he drags you close to him, cuddling your sore body.  You both stay there, relishing in each other’s embrace. Nanami gently rubs your back, comforting you relaxing you completely.

As much as you weren’t sure where to go from here, Nanami was here with you.

And maybe that’s all that mattered.

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Exam season has finally caught up to me so I wont be posting for a little bit :(((( BUT straight after i will be back on my grind

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Office Affairs

Office! AU In which Coworker! Nanami realises that you are more than just an annoying colleague. Wc: 630

You didn't even want this job. An office, stuck at a desk job, was just NOT for you. However, there was one major benefit when it came to this job.

That being: your co-worker, Nanami.

Your Coworker! Nanami, who keeps to himself most of the time, bar from his select group of friends whom he's known since highschool.

He always leaves at the same time everyday: 7pm, refusing to stay for any overtime whatsoever.

Every day, you would go to Nanami's office just to talk to him and tell him about your daily affairs, your cat Pingu, who always caused trouble, and even your crazy neighbours, who always argued about the m ost insane things.

You would even wait for him every day after work just to walk to the train station together.

Nanami doesn't really seem to acknowledge you most of the time, mainly being engrossed in his work and his thoughts as he usually is. But he doesn't tell you to get the fuck out so you guess that's a bonus.

You, one day finally built up the courage to ask him out on a lunch date.

He promptly declined.

You face falls at the rejection and you slowly start to pull away. Maybe out of sheer embarrassment, you don't know. But you stopped waiting for him after work, you stopped coming to his office to tell him about your day., you even stopped telling him about your crazy cat and neighbours.

No more you.

Nanami doesn't know how how to feel about you pulling away. (He does, he just doesn't want to admit it.)

He missed your rants, your random tidbits about your day, or even about your cat (he would love to meet her)

So, he decided to ask you out on a lunch date. Much like you had done previously.

Whilst you were working, Nanami approached your desk one day smiling softly at your face, that was focused (or what seemed like it) on your computer.

You look up, bewildered at the shadow looming over you to see Nanami smiling back at you.

"Hello y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to lunch in the cafeteria? I hope I'm not disturbing you."

You stare blankly for a second before snapping out of your reverie.

"What-what? You want to go out with me? Why? I thought you weren't interested considering last time I asked." You respond.

"That was..out of character for me. If you can believe it I regretted what I said as soon as I had said it. I apologise. As much as it doesn't excuse it, I was feeling overwhelmed that day and I took it out on you." He pauses "I still really want to know what happened with Pingu this time, if you'll tell me."

"Oh. My. God you'll never believe what that little demon did right before I was going to leave for work-wait." You freeze. "Don't distract me I'm still a little pissed off!"

"Well, would you then allow me to make up for my mistake by going to lunch with me?" Nanami proposes.

You leer at him slightly before nodding your head.

As the two of you walk together to the cafeteria you begin to get a little curious. "What changed Nanami? You genuinely seemed disinterested in literally anything I had to say?" you ask.

"Well," he sighs deeply, "I think I just missed you as a person. Just your overall presence made my day a little better. I just wasn't showing it well enough," He admits sheepishly.

"Oh? So is this your way of winning me over now? With dinner dates?" you answered.

"Of course" he stops and turns to you,

"I have plenty of opportunities to woo you now, don't I?"

A/N: I had an original draft that I absolutely loved and then I LOSTTTTT it so now I have this version that I lowkey don't like :(

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Just spent an hour working on a drabble only to lose my work when i refreshed the page man im actually going to bed