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SukuSumi modern AU where they eat at a fast food restaurant and Sukuna is a fries-stealing menace bonus smiling Sukuna sketch I scrapped under the read more :)

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sukuna like HOLY MOLY i need him

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He shouldnt be allowed to look this fine......... *sighs*

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from this tweet

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The son of Sparda

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Im gonna be so unoriginal and say save a horse ride a cowboy 🤠

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can we have shark sukuna? :3

like maybe reader is a merman(any fish you'd like) and they're having a game of "tag" ifykwim

if sukuna catches reader thennnn😋

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 — tag, you're it

tw: primal kink, chasing, aquaphilia, sukuna edges himself, reader is a mermaid with human features(he has webbed ears, parts of scales on his skin, gills, webbed fingers, but he still has legs.), consensual chase, scratches, animal instincts, size kink, shark dih(aka, claspers. basically sukuna has two dicks but will only use one inside you.), reader doesn't have a vagina but he has a slit where his dick comes out of, thigh fucking

note: more sukuna for yall chat. yo, my search history is genuinely crazy looking up shi tryna write it correctly

your blood seemed to pump faster in your veins, your body being able to feel how close he was by the vibrations. he wasn't stalking you out, no. he was chasing you, chasing you like a wild beast.

his eyes were fixated on the way your legs swished around, the bubbles getting on his nerves but he'd push through it. you served a bunch of corners, hid in places you were able to camouflage in just to quickly squirm and swim away. you slipped from his hold so easily, it wasn't fair.

his tail went back and forth as quick as it could go, his cocks shamelessly out and straining all for you. when he got close, he'd catch himself adoring the way your body moved. the water shining and making your scales glisten and your skin look so good.

he couldn't describe it, couldn't describe his fixation with your body. loved the way it fit in his hands maybe? loved how reactive it was to his touch..he loved it all, needed it all.

sometimes when you hid, your giggles of mischief carried out through the water. you were teasing him, doing it all on purpose.

then he saw you, his eyes pinning on you. he watched you slither yourself out of that tiny spot, his arm reaching out and yanking you back to his chest harshly.

you could feel his breath against your neck, your back against his chest as his heart pounding obscenely. "quit squirming." his voice almost stilled you, your feet curling just from it alone.

his fingers came down between your legs surprisingly slowly. those sharp nails of his tickled at your skin, tickled at the smooth folds of the slit which seemed to leak.

he spread them , pulling them back as your tip seemed to poke out and your length protruding through. you could feel the throbbing lengths against your ass, slipping through the plushness of them. it was like they had a mind of their own, trying to force themselves in but no.

no, he wanted to take his time and only then would he allow himself. his fingers went to a circle motion, shifting up and down, and up and down. he felt your stillness stop, your squirming starting back up again.

"su–kuna..agh..ugh.." your fingers gripped onto his arms, hips rutting up into that touch. his blood wafted through the water from your nails scrabbling at his skin.

"sukuna.." you'd whine, craning your head back to look at him. those eyes were filled with pure hunger, his gaze running all over your body. "spread your legs more." he said bluntly, his other hand coming underneath your legs and spreading them apart. one of his dicks slipping between your thighs and the other prodding at your hole.

"keep. still." he said again, moving both his hands to your shoulders. he let your back arch, letting himself sink into the tight muscle of your body. his thick, leaking head popping through and he'd slide the rest of himself in.

"close your thighs around..yeah, like that." he huffed, then slid himself out, then went back in hard. "guh—! sukuna!" you almost gave yourself out, your thighs squeezing around his thick length now faltering.

slick pre-cum leaked from the both of you, the gush and squelch being heard from your movements, your stomach making an outline of his length, your body jerking up with each hard thrust.

you seemed to scratch harder on his forearm, his own blood seeming to stem his instincts. he could only think about the fight and warm ring squeezed and pulsing around him, could only think about every vein sliding against your walls.

"harder! harder– faster!" you begged him, salvia stringing out and your ears flickering as you blabbered on mindlessly.

you breathlessly moaned and whimpered, quick 'yes's slurring out and spurring him on. he changed positions, switching you over to the side so he could plunge inside deeper. "love the way you feel..so fuckin' perfect, warmin' up my cocks."

the position had you hanging onto a large rock, fingers scratching at the coral etched onto it. his hand dug into your thigh, keeping your legs spread wide.

his eyes seemed to slit, and roll back. he came to a stop, but plunged in deeper and held himself there. your tummy seemed to get a little plumper as he came inside. almost made you pass out.

each game of tag always ended so perfectly.

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—Times up!

❥ Their sex ban is over! (And you're in danger...) Pt. 1 here

❥ G. Satoru, G. Suguru, N. Kento, F. Toji, R. Sukuna, I. Shoko, Uraume, T. Yuki

smau masterlist || A.N. Choso's gonna be in the next smau promise

Taglist 💞: @mikorinstan @bestwomanalive @linaaeatsfamilies @fayeriee

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s u m fake dating with sukuna turned into flour fights, silly vlogs, and a loud little girl shouting “balls!” — welcome to your perfectly messy family life.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ you never thought a fake dating stunt to save athlete!sukuna’s savage rep would end up like this — years later, married, with a mini whirlwind who’s half your chaos and half his chaos, and all kinds of adorable mayhem.

back in the day, it was all sly kisses and lowkey flexes. like when sukuna claimed you owed him two kisses on each cheek before a match, then totally snuck a peck on your lips when you weren’t peepin’. or that wild moment after his team barely scraped a win, and he straight-up kissed you in front of everyone, smirking like yeah, that’s mine.

messy vibes, playful energy, impossible to dodge. somewhere between fake and real, the act blossomed into truth.

fast-forward: sukuna walks through the door, fresh from a brutal match in spain, sweat glistening like a gladiator returning from battle. eyes sparkling with tired fire, he drops his bag like it’s too hot to hold.

“been gone way too long,” he murmurs, voice low but full of feeling. “you held down the fort. now, my turn to handle the princess.”

you smirk, knowing full well “handle” means full-on chaos and flour explosions — zero chill.

later, you walk into the kitchen and it looks like a renaissance painting of calamity — flour dust everywhere: counters, floor, even on sukuna’s perfectly sculpted hair and somehow his eyebrows, like powdered marble statues come to life.

your daughter’s laughter rings out, frosting smeared across her cheeks and nose, glowing like a cherub mid-mischief.

her unicorn plushies sit lined up like silent, regal witnesses on the windowsill, observing the chaos. both your daughter and sukuna sport matching aprons — hers pink, sparkly with unicorns, his trying his best “athlete meets renaissance lord” vibe. a tradition born from love and the desire to save their threads.

your daughter grips sukuna’s phone like a tiny pro vlogger, recording every goofy moment for her “baking with daddy!” channel. she’s dead set on fame, dreaming big like her idol cookie swirl-c, whose toys vids make her eyes sparkle with starry ambition.

between them, football-shaped cookies sit cooling. some look like actual footballs, others like abstract art that even michelangelo might squint at and say “hmm.”

“balls! balls! balls!” your daughter chants, waving a cookie like a trophy, completely clueless to the double entendre.

sukuna crouches down, flour puffing with each breath like a powdered titan. with all the gravitas of a secretive sage, he whispers, “hush… balls are a ‘men’s thing,’ alright?”

your daughter blinks, then giggles, “balls! men’s thing!” before launching a flour attack, her laughter echoing like a merry bard’s tune.

you chuckle, shaking your head. “babe, that ‘men’s thing’ spiel is so lame. she’s way too woke for that.”

he shrugs, wiping flour from his face like a nobleman dusting off battle scars. “classified intel, sunshine, don’t blow my cover.”

amid the joyful chaos, your daughter demands silly dances and dumb catchphrases for her vlog. sukuna begrudgingly performs, flailing in flour like a renaissance jester, priceless footage for the ages.

you step in, grin wide. “alright, mom’s turn to slay or get powdered.”

flour flies, laughter bounces through the room, and by sunset, you’re all coated in a sweet, sticky mess worthy of a renaissance feast gone rogue.

sukuna pulls you close, breath warm and slightly cinnamon-scented. “best game ever played.”

you rest your head on his shoulder, heart full.

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Last hands studies I made

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oh snap!

oh no! he broke his dick 😗

minors and ageless blogs DNI!!

characters: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, choso, nanami

warnings: nsfw, injury, hospital mentions, feral men, dirty talk

a/n: this was probably way funnier in my head

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Sukuna is big. In every sense of the word. He. is. big. Even if he stood beside the beefiest human you could think of, he'd still be bigger.

From first glance, he looks like he'd be made of pure muscle— but that is simply not true. This man loves eating. It's his hobby right beside chaos and destruction. He has a bit of fat on him, not much, but enough for a little squish before your fingers meet firm muscle underneath. Comfortable enough to lay down on, you'd realize after a while.

He was comfy, firm and grounding. He even runs warm, making him perfect for cuddling during cold days. You spoil him every single time, nuzzling into him, asking him nonsensical questions, place kisses anywhere you could reach. <- THAT was spoiling him. Atleast in his eyes, nothing could be better than that. Sukuna would usually just let out a grunt or grumble at your rambles maybe supplying a "Mhm." Or a "No." When he felt particularly chatty.

It wasn't like he wasn't paying attention to you, it's just that if he was your human teddy bear with a built-in heater, you were his human teddy bear as well.

He thought you were the absolute perfect size, felt nice and soft under him. Whenever you'd blabber on about your day, his hands would just wander around, squishing and feeling you up n down. Not even in a sexual way most of the time, he just liked feeling you nice and pliant under him. In his opinion, you spoil him with your mere presence alone.

So, ofcourse, he always throws a fit during the summer months.

Why? Because most days, you refuse to cuddle him. Why? Because of the heat.

Whats to blame? The Sun.

If Sukuna had his way, he'd rip out the sun out of the sky and doom the world to an eternal cold if it meant he'd stay beside you throughout that eternity.

Mans just wants to cuddle. He will never directly ask for it btw, be ready to initiate every cuddle session or deal with a grumpy Sukuna if you don't.

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Typa feeling you can't ignore .

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no. one party anthem

track eleven: some protector | prev track< | setlist

looking out for you

synopsis: your best friend has always been an asshole - whether it's in his band or in his bed. him ditching you? nothing new. but when one bedroom door closes, another one opens

pairings: rockstar!Suguru Geto x f!Reader x childhood fwb!Sukuna

content: mdni, fluff + angst! very light smut, making out and fingering, SUPER MESSY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS, so much jealousy, HARDCORE PINING AND YEARNING, sukuna suffering lol, he wants us back BAD, reader is stressed, anxiety and insecurity, we hate manami and gojo's dad so bad here, pretty angsty ngl, press and publicity, communication and lack thereof

a/n: art by @winterrbluess and divider by @lil-liaa ! full chapter bc I finished it early hehe :p playlist for reader here and playlist for sukuna here <3

Seeing you in person almost hurt more than not seeing you at all.

But he'd take the ache over your absence any day.

By the time Sukuna showed up, you were drunk and dancing between his two least favorite people. Stomach sinking despite knowing it's what he'd see since he got that stupid wasted text from idiot number two an hour ago. That you'd be here - with him.

Watching you from across the party absorbed in someone else, another man's hands tugging on your hair and mouth on your throat. Sukuna couldn't hear your soft gasps and giggles, but he didn't need to. He'd heard them enough to know what sort of sounds you were making for him.

A stranger offered him a drink - something that would dull tonight's blunt edge. He didn't take it, but by the time he looked back up, your boyfriend had thrown you over his shoulder to carry you away.

He felt fucking sick.

Trying not to imagine Suguru Geto stripping the pretty little dress off you or bending you over one of the beds upstairs, shoving down the memories when that used to be him fucking you until you were a shivering mess underneath him, his name on a loop from your cute lips.

Now?

He had to force himself to to walk away from you after barely talking before he made an even bigger fool of himself. Or risk somehow hurting or humiliating you more than he already had.

Despite every raw nerve and burnt senses begging him to turn around and drag you out of here with him, to convince you to give him a chance. To show that he could do anything your Suguru did better. To repair your relationship. To buy you bouquets and get your name tattooed or whatever stupid shit you wanted to show you he meant every word he said.

But that was part of his problem before, wasn't it?

Doing everything his way? Refusing to see you outside of himself? To actually appreciate what you wanted and not just what he thought the two of you had?

None of that made it any easier to drag his eyes off of you when you were the only person worth watching.

So much so that he found himself still sitting in his car parked out front and staring at your boyfriend. Who was too busy taking a drag from a cigarette when he could be with you.

What the fuck did he have that Sukuna didn't?

Sukuna glared at him through the tinted windshield, frowning at the cocky way that asshole was reclining back against the brick wall, a pretentious little furrow between his brows like he was mulling over something painfully important. Like what? New ways to rip off his lyrics? What shampoo to buy?

He hated him.

Always had. But all the old reasons had faded.

It wasn't just about their stupid band being stacked so unfairly against him from the start, propelled to popularity with money over work. It wasn't about him and his idiot friend crashing his show years ago the way he was currently crashing their party now. It didn't even have to do with the dumb fight they'd gotten in after he called them out on being wasted dickheads who just wanted to get paid and laid. Suguru had said something snarky back and then Gojo chimed in with an even stupider remark and sure, Sukuna had punched first, but they deserved it.

Suguru might've been too drunk to remember the details, but Sukuna did.

Lately, he'd been wondering what you'd think of you knew pushed him over the edge. If it was too little. If he was too late.

And maybe, if he'd mentioned it a few months ago, would you have ever entertained him at all?

At first, he'd tried to tell himself he was fine with you sleeping with Suguru. That it didn't bother him who you had sex with. Some guy sleeping in your bed for a couple weeks couldn't change your relationship. You were his from the start.

Except you weren't. Never really were.

So what really made Sukuna seethe?

Knowing that you'd wake up next to Suguru tomorrow. Probably spend your mornings curling up against his chest and yawning, all bleary-eyed and blinking, tracing over his tattoos with your fingertips. He'd kiss the top of your head and you'd play with his hair. Climb on top of him or let him throw his leg over you, cage you in and keep you close.

Did Suguru even appreciate that? Did he ditch you even then to go take a drag?

Sukuna wished he had memorized every moment when he had the chance, hating himself more with every replay of all the hazy mornings where the sun had just barely started filtering through the windows and you were too sleepy to pull away from him yet.

Remembering the one time you looked at him all dreamy and dazed, lips pressed together when you joked about needing to buy him a leash the morning after you dragged him out of a bar fight. He'd punched a guy who tried to stick his hand up your dress, and you'd kissed his split knuckles while you rolled your eyes at him.

He vaguely recalled buying you breakfast and bitching about it, annoyed at the time over how not annoyed you were about almost being groped. But the thought faded when you pulled him into some pawn shop afterwards, laughing when you found a shiny silver locket with a delicate S engraved, teasing him about finding him a collar.

He bought it just to watch it bounce around your neck instead when he fucked you. That was a couple years ago though, before you let go of his leash entirely.

Sukuna ended up with it in the end. Forgotten on his dresser at some point in the past year. He couldn't even remember the last time you wore it. There was a photo inside. One of you two back in high school, dressed up for a dance he wasn't even your date to.

He kept it in.

Had started wearing it around. Letting it hang over his heart under his shirt. Some invisible line connecting the two of you, even if you wished it was severed.

Did you even open his gift? He guessed he wouldn't blame you if you didn't. You weren't wearing it tonight.

But then again, your boyfriend probably wouldn't appreciate you wearing something he gave you.

He was too distracted to notice the commotion until a flash of pink got his attention, the street too dark to make out much else other than a person hurrying down the driveway. And then they turned left, disappearing between the cars and the treeline.

Gojo came running out ten seconds later, clearly panicked, and Sukuna chuckled to himself watching the way the white-haired man froze at the end of the driveway, squinting and swiveling his head both ways to figure out where whoever he was chasing went.

He laughed out loud when Gojo chose wrong and went right.

Everything felt a lot less funny when you walked out the front door two minutes later, searching for Suguru and obviously distressed.

Something seized tight in his chest, a painful string snapping at the way you were chewing anxiously on your bottom lip, eyes big and quivering when you said his name. You were wearing Gojo's stupid sweatshirt, and you looked like theirs.

Suguru's entire demeanor changed, his face soft all of a sudden, a hand on your waist to pull you in, probably asking what was wrong.

This was masochism.

Knowing every touch and tender look you gave each other was a fresh wound and sitting there to take it anyway.

Pure torture to watch you lean on him, the implicit trust in the way you tilted your head up and talked. You let yourself rely on him, dependent and starry-eyed like he had all the answers you were always looking for.

Then Suguru was caressing your cheek, dragging his thumb over the bone to comfort you over whatever upset you, but it was clear what you told him had pissed him off. You didn't seem to notice though, too distracted by his hands to pick up on his clenched jaw and hardened stare as he glanced past you around the front lawn.

Gojo was jogging back, sweat and sticks in his hair and equally frustrated as he walked over to where you were standing.

Sukuna knew he should leave. But the whole scene was strange.

You were still upset. Your boyfriend was looking at his best friend like he was contemplating hitting him. Gojo looked like he'd fell in a bush.

But then you frowned and picked a twig out from the tangled white strands for him and whatever tension there was between the three of you seemed to dissolve, Suguru sighing and saying something to Gojo before gesturing back inside.

He felt like opening his car door and puking to watch you disappear through the door while one of Suguru's hands slid down to cup your ass.

Knowing he'd have to look at his fucking face and say sorry instead of giving him a second black eye. Knowing you'd go back to his place or maybe take him to yours so he could fuck you in the same bed Sukuna had a hundred times before.

Shatter his pride into a million pieces and offer it to you on a silver platter just for the tiniest sliver of a chance you'd take his heart too.

He needed help. Or a therapist.

Probably both.

Choso would tell him he deserved it. Uruame would tell him to move on. Yuki would laugh in his face. He could call Jin, complain about it for the millionth time. But as much as he loathed to admit it, Kaori knew you too. And wasn't as clueless about women as Jin.

She's probably tell him all of the above and then some, but what the fuck else were his options?

How was he supposed to be a better man when you were the only redeemable piece of himself? What was left when you were gone?

The idea he'd just be some page in your history book made him insufferably ill.

Sukuna didn't want to just be a story you told your kids about.

He wanted to be the father.

You hoped Sukuna hadn't checked the news this morning. Or for the next week. Perhaps the entirety of the next news cycle actually.

There were things that came with knowing a celebrity. Good ones, of course. But plenty of bad too.

Public perception. Loss of privacy.

You'd been careful.

The spotlight was for them. Not for you.

You were just more comfortable in the background, behind a camera instead of in front of it. Even if you'd let Suguru show you off on one.

Years you spent avoiding the nastier side of the music scene when you were with Sukuna. Only hanging out with the type of backstage crowd who wouldn't let anything get leaked. Concealing your online presence and never posting photos with your face or his in them. Locked down every social media profile to close friends only.

Sukuna had once tried to convince you to model for some cover art for their first album (which you'd suspected at the time was just so they wouldn't have to pay for a model or photographer), but you'd declined for the same reason. Why the fuck would you want to deal with crazy fucking fangirls?

You'd seen it happen a few too many times. Sukuna would get spotted a little too intimate with a gorgeous girl, pictures would spread around until some internet sleuth found her profile and she started getting borderline stalked.

Honestly, you'd barely even let Suguru post any photos of you. Double checking that those didn't have any identifying information either before he shared them, usually just ones of your hand in his or some odd body or background shot.

You'd told yourself that it was okay. That it was serious with him. That you'd learn to live with your face and name being out there eventually. Because he'd protect you. Be happy to show you off and still keep your relationship safe at the same time.

Suguru was the exception.

But when you woke up in Gojo's guest bedroom to a picture of you splashed on a hundred news articles before the clock even hit eight?

You were second guessing every idiotic decision you made last night.

The photo was bad enough. What the fuck would you do if a copy of the sex tape got leaked?

People were already speculating whether or not you were Gojo's new girlfriend and pointing out that you were wearing his sweatshirt. An alleged insider who was at the party claimed they heard you having sex in Gojo's room.

The comment that pissed you off the most?

Someone suggesting the faceless girl Suguru had been posting was Manami since she was the only woman they'd ever been spotted with more than once and that maybe Gojo got jealous and wanted a girlfriend too.

Theory after theory and not a single one close to the truth.

The whole thing smelled like one big set up. Or some convenient coincidence you were sure the universe has conceived specifically to fuck you over.

Your stomach dropped reading the vitriol in the comment section. Jealous girls and grown women calling you a slut among other more creative insults. A few of them were nice. Excited and sweet over the idea that their favorite band member might have a girlfriend.

But what did either sides' bullshit matter when the story being peddled wasn't even true?

"Suguru," You muttered, shaking him awake next to you.

"Hm?" He blinked, already trying to tug you back into his chest, to pull your head down so you'd go back to sleep.

You huffed, tapping his chest and shoving your phone in his face.

It was exactly what you'd said would happen last night, despite both of them reluctantly trying to reassure you that they'd find a way around it. Suguru seemed upset, but he didn't really say anything. Just brushed it off with promises that he'd handle it.

Both of you probably had too much to drink to make any immediate decisions anyway.

He sighed as he sat up, taking his phone to stare at the photo for himself.

It looked worse than you thought. Gojo's attempt to get dried cum out of your hair looked more like he was about to kiss you on camera when you were already sitting close together. It really didn't help that you looked like you'd just been fucked, hair a little messed up and his sweatshirt reaching past the hem of your dress, makeup smudged under your eyes.

"Shit," Suguru groaned, passing your phone back and grabbing his own off the nightstand.

"His dad can still get this, like, removed, right?" You asked, discomfort bubbling up, anxiety starting to boil while he started tapping buttons on his phone screen.

He held up his hand, signalling you to stay quiet while he held up the phone to his ear. You were on edge, chewing on your nails while they briefly argued about the merits of getting the photo and articles removed. Going back-and-forth for a few minutes while Suguru tried (and failed) for them to push for the news sites to take it down.

Gojo's dad was loud enough you heard almost every word he said. For better or worse.

"Sorry if my son tried to flirt with your girlfriend," He laughed and it felt like it was at you. "Or was she your babysitter? But you know, either way, this is great news for us. One of those articles already has over ten thousand hits."

How the hell would he know that if he didn't have access to the backend of it?

Your jaw was on the floor, staring at Suguru in shock, waiting for him to say something.

"She's my girlfriend," Suguru corrected him, his voice raspy and harsh, still thick with sleep. There was no way he hadn't picked up on it. The admission of guilt by association.

Maybe he hadn't been the man behind it, but he was more than happy to keep pushing the narrative that helped him the most.

"Well, it'd work out better for everyone if she kept acting like she was Satoru's for the time being."

Like you were some toy for them to trade.

"I am not pretending to be his girlfriend," You hissed at your real boyfriend. "What the fuck?"

Suguru shot you a look. A 'please play nice' one he usually saved for his daughters.

"Can you wait a couple of minutes so I can talk to her?" He sighed into the speaker.

It wasn't a conversation. Not a discussion or debate like you were choosing what to eat for lunch. You weren't going to participate in whatever charade they were trying to drag you into.

It'd be different if the photo was you and Suguru. A simple statement would've sufficed. You'd let him claim you any way he wanted.

But faking a whole fucking relationship with his best friend was insane.

"Baby, I'm not asking you to-" Suguru tried to soothe you, his hands still cold as they reached out to graze against your forearms.

"Good, because I'm not," You interrupted him to reiterate your point. A painful mix of panic and anger was being stirred in your stomach, like the dread was quickly setting concrete that refused to crack.

How the fuck was he so collected? Shouldn't he care just a little fucking more?

This whole thing was a mess of a slippery slope. First, they'd ask you to fake dating him, and then what? People either broke up or got married. You weren't walking down the aisle with your boyfriend's best friend - and the amount of hate that would pour out post-breakup would be brutal. Especially since they'd seen your face. You probably only had an hour before someone found your name just from a single grainy photo.

There was no way to win.

"I do think that he has a point though," He countered, as if that would be just gently letting you down. "You know I'd never make you do anything you're not comfortable with. But maybe it's not a bad idea to just, y'know, stage a few more photos to get press back on us and Satoru can dismiss everything as rumors at our show next weekend."

"Why can't they just take down the photo that's already out now?" You frowned, like you didn't already know why.

They just didn't want to.

The press drove sells and kept their pockets lined.

Who cared how you felt about it?

"More people would probably talk about us taking it down than if we leave it up," He calmly explained. It just made you feel crazier. Watching him try to rationalize it being for the greater good. Treating this like it was some problem to be solved instead of talking about how terrified it made you feel to be so out of control. "It's shitty, and I hate it too, but-"

"I didn't sign up for this," You muttered, pieces of your rationality continuing to chip away. You didn't want to rely on anyone except him. Didn't want to put faith in people who'd fuck you over for a few bucks. "I just wanted you."

"I know," Suguru sighed, pulling you in to plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth like that could make up for the fact half their fanbase thought you were dating his best friend and he didn't even seem to mind it. "I'll message Manami to see if she could find out who released that photo."

Your scowl only deepened at him mentioning her. It wasn't even like you could tell him not to talk to her when she worked for him.

"I don't trust her," Or even like her, period.

"She takes her job seriously," Suguru said, like it didn't sound like he was supporting her over you when you needed him to be on your side.

"Oh, great," You sarcastically muttered, thinking back to how she basically pretended you didn't exist except to shoo you away. The way she only looked at Suguru, as if you were just something inconsequential.

"What?" He cocked his head to the side. Sometimes you forgot he was just a man.

You stared at him for a hard second before it set in that it wasn't even that he believed in her. It was just that he'd already ran through every scenario in his head and came to his own decision on the best solution without your input.

"What do you want from me?" You bluntly asked.

"Can you trust me to take care of this?" His lips curled down, clearly not sure how to navigate whatever this weird argument was.

It was the closest you'd come to fighting.

You wanted to say you trusted him last night to take care of it when you asked him to call whoever he had to do your face wouldn't be all over the Internet in a day and plastered on the cover of some grocery store magazine in a week. That you thought he'd stand up for you a little more despite whatever his contract was.

But surrendering to Suguru was almost second nature.

"Fine," You grumbled.

"Thank you, baby," He hm-ed, a glint of approval in his eyes you hated you searched for.

Approval you guessed you were signing yourself away for to get without even touching a record deal.

You didn't know why you showed up to their show.

You'd barely been speaking to Suguru outside of texts and a handful of calls after work all week. But he'd promised that everything would be fine after tonight. That Gojo would say something. Fix this.

It was hard to face him. You'd been struggling for excuses. But really, you just didn't know how to deal with the fact you were so invested in him that it made you uncomfortable.

Pulling away so you didn't have to deal with your attachment.

No one had recognized you in public yet, not that you'd been anywhere outside of work, although you had gotten a ridiculous amount of messages from other people you'd met through Sukuna in the music scene, mostly consisting of screenshots and question marks.

You really didn't know what to say to any of them.

The hole in your life you'd been pretending didn't exist just got more obvious by the day. Maybe it was seeing him at the party, or staring at the jewelry box on your dresser every night, but sometimes, you sort of wished you could still talk to Sukuna like you used to. The way you had a couple years ago, when the two of you would watch bad movies and he'd burn the popcorn while you complained about all the little things that went wrong, when if someone was a dick to you, he'd just go key their car and you'd bail him out if he got caught.

But those nights hadn't existed in a long time. Your relationship had expired, and you weren't sure what kind of friendship with him you could keep up.

He shouldn't be on your mind still when you were supposed to be supporting your real and fake boyfriends' show, but he'd stolen the stage anyway.

Two seconds after you walked through the back entrance, you were almost blinded by someone waving a press badge, a bright camera flashing in your face.

"Hi, you're Gojo's girlfriend, right?" A chirpy girl in a band tee asked, probably some tabloid reporter.

"Excuse us," A guy chuckled, and you were being tugged away, still half-blind from the the flash until you blinked a few times and realized it was the man of the hour.

"Why the fuck hasn't security kicked them out?" You hissed at Gojo, pulling your arm free from his grip.

"She's Manami's friend," Gojo gritted his teeth, the only person who seemed as irritated with this whole situation as you were. He noticed the way you stiffened at her name, his own jaw tight. "My dad refuses to let me fucking fire her. Trust me, I've tried."

It was almost funny. The start of this was sort of his fault but he'd somehow managed to be the closest thing to an ally you had.

"Is she like, fucking him?" You asked, before clamping your lips shut remembering what a sore subject they both seemed to be.

"What's better job security than sleeping with your boss?" Gojo sarcastically muttered back.

A laugh slipped out, the first one all week.

"Yeah, guess you're right," You recollected yourself, grimacing as you noticed people stopping and staring when the two of you walked by, whispering between each other. "Where's Suguru?"

"Tuning his guitar," Gojo shrugged. "He said you'd be here soon. I was trying to keep those vultures away from you."

"Thanks," You smiled, wondering what other shit he typically had to put up with for him to feel so protective over you.

"Did he tell you she tried to ask him out once too?" Gojo scoffed, grabbing onto your dress to pull you closer when a guy carrying stage equipment came by. Your hip brushed against his side, back pressed against the wall while you waited for him to walk past.

Gojo's cologne was too sweet tonight, almost cloying as you struggled to suck in a breath.

"No, um, he didn't," You admitted, hoping you didn't sound too downcast at your suspicion being confirmed.

"The three of them have been going back-and-forth about what to do all week," Gojo continued to chatter, a conversation that he rightfully assumed Suguru had been too busy to have with you. But the impression it really left you with was the not-very-discreet detail you and Gojo were more like pawns for them to play with in the public eye. "My dad's trying to convince me to go out there and dedicate the song to you or something stupid like that."

Two songs dedicated to you in a week was more than you could handle. Especially if neither of the men serenading you were your boyfriend.

"What are you going to do?" You asked, holding your breath and hoping for an answer that wouldn't screw you over.

"What do you want me to do?" He cocked his head to the side, asking the same question you'd said to Suguru a handful of days ago.

"Whatever will get everyone to leave me alone," You admitted, crossing your arms over your chest, unsure what to do about the painfully tight feeling stretching across it. "It's not you, it's just, I never wanted this. The attention, I mean."

"You're dating a rockstar," Gojo pointed out. He wasn't trying to be an asshole, just making a simple observation, his casual grin replaced by a curious stare.

"Yeah, but I'd still like him if he was just like some guy I met at a bar," You muttered. "The rest of the world doesn't need to know about our relationship."

"What would you think about me if I was just some guy in a bar?" Gojo grinned back to his usual unbothered behavior.

"I'd still think you're a dork," You rolled your eyes, but you felt your own lips twitching up into a smile.

"A hot one at least?" He hopefully asked.

It would probably break his brain to know you probably would've fucked him if you met him first.

"You know if you keep flirting with me people really will start thinking we're dating."

Suguru found you before Gojo could make some cheeky comment back, immediately tugging you in by your waist and twisting you around for a hug.

Funny how the camera was only around when it was Gojo.

"I'm glad you came," Suguru hm-ed into your ear.

You tried to be too.

Tried not to pick at your painted nails when he pulled you onto his lap in the dressing room. Tried to pay attention instead of fiddling with a tear in your tights before he ripped them off. Tried to keep your thoughts on him when he was trailing kisses down your throat.

"Are you mad at me?" He murmured in your ear, teeth scraping against the shell of it.

"No," You quietly replied, gasping when his canines drifted down to scrape against your collar one next.

"You've hardly said anything," He commented, frowning as he pulled away to look at you.

"Just have a lot on my mind, I guess," You shrugged.

His hands on your hip tightened, fixing you in that serious stare.

"So tell me," He deadpanned.

"I just feel awkward," You admitted.

You wanted to be cool about it. To still pretend to be the same nonchalant girl you'd convinced yourself you were when you met him.

But it just didn't feel possible anymore.

You told him you loved him. Had a threesome with his best friend. And now all of his fans were convinced you were in a secret relationship with the wrong guy.

"I told you I'll take care of it," And he hadn't said he loved you back.

"I know," You muttered.

"So don't worry."

"Can we talk after the show?" You quietly asked, letting him support your weight more, straddling his thighs and getting more comfortable as he nodded, lips still grazing over your cheek.

You needed to tell him about Sukuna. Even if it might strain things more, you needed at least one less thing on your brain. You'd somehow managed to talk yourself into thinking it wouldn't be that bad. Just telling him the guy you mentioned you used to sleep with was really his rival. But sugarcoating it with a million promises that you'd broken it off and that Sukuna swore he'd apologize for whatever happened between them.

It wasn't like you expected them to be friends.

But a sentimental sliver of you was clinging to the chance you and Sukuna could get a tiny sliver of that friendship back.

"Something else wrong?" He chuckled, no serious concern or anything behind his eyes, more of a quiet comfort in them.

"No," You shook your head.

"Then just try to relax for me, okay, baby?" He kissed you again, on the lips this time, soft and long and soothing. One of his hands slipped under your dress, shoving your damp panties aside to slot a thick finger inside your warmth, a small smirk curling up at how wet you already were for him. "That's my girl."

Easier said than done.

You were still stressed by the time they were walking on stage, despite his attempt to finger you stupid.

Watching the slick still on his fingers when he strummed his guitar. The crowd was insanely loud, bigger than any you'd ever seen for any of Sukuna's show. Gojo was gripping the microphone, smiling out at them like he was made for this moment.

Someone settled into the spot next to you, and your small glance turned into a scowl once you realized it was Manami.

You didn't have any proof. But the small seedling of suspicion she had some hand in distributing the photo so far and spreading it so wide was enough that you took a deliberate step away from her.

She already splashed you face on the front page of every gossip site.

What else could she do?

You wondered if Sukuna would throw a brick through her window if you asked. Or what he thought of all of this. He probably got a few texts asking about you too.

Manami didn't say anything to you either way.

But you noticed the way her shoulders straightened when Suguru glanced over, the smile she plastered on, all pretty and professional.

You almost missed Gojo's little speech.

"-happy to have all of you here with us. We're going to be performing a special song for you at the end tonight that I'd like to go ahead and dedicate to a very special someone," Gojo paused for dramatic effect, and your stomach fucking sank the second he glanced over to where you were.

He hasn't promised you anything, but it has felt like it, hadn't it?

Your feet froze, panic probably scrawled all over your face. You could feel Manami's eyes on you, her smug grin.

"Think I should bring her out guys?" He hm-ed into the microphone, controlling them with just a few words. The crowd shouted, and he took the first step towards you.

Your stare shifted to Suguru, pleading with him to do something, but he was looking at Satoru, and you couldn't even tell what he was thinking.

Gojo grinned at you. You mouthed you were going to kill him.

But then he was only two feet away, and you started to shrink back, but it wasn't your hand he grabbed. No, he snagged Manami's, dragging her on stage much to her surprise.

It only took a second for her horror to turn into a practiced beam, waving at the crowd like she'd known he'd do this.

Gojo was saying something again, showing her off with an arm slung around her shoulder, happily praising her as their publicist when he'd called her a bitch a week ago.

Suguru cut you a sly look, but you still weren't entirely sure if he'd known what Gojo was planning either.

Manami scattered off stage in her too-tall heels the second his arm was off of her, huffing past you in a hurry to tattle-tale to his father. And with a suggestive wink sent her direction, Gojo had probably killed any rumors about the girl he'd been seen sitting so comfortably with a handful of nights ago.

His dad showed up just a few minutes before the show was over, just in time to hear their single - and see all the girls in the crowd going crazy for them.

"You think they'd be grateful," The older Gojo scoffed when we walked up next to you, not quite as tall as his son up close, but twice as intimidating. His blue eyes were colder, raking over you disapprovingly. "You should be too."

You didn't dignify him with a response.

Gojo delivered their new single with his usual charming slow singing, something catchy but not obnoxious. What would sound good on a radio rather than the sort of raw vocals Sukuna sang in. Heavy on the guitar and drums. Suguru would look over every so often, bangs loose and plastered to his face, eyes narrowed and serious as he held your stare, seductive without trying.

Reminding you that Gojo might've announced to everyone it was for Manami, but it was really written for you. Proof you were person he chose.

It didn't break your heart the way Sukuna's did.

But it didn't exactly patch you up either.

The crowd left wanting more - and you did too.

Watching the guys wave and thank them while they laughed at something Gojo said, watching Suguru shrug his guitar over his shoulder as he walked over to you, waiting for something you couldn't name.

Suguru had only gotten one arm around you before they were all getting scolded.

"What the hell was that?" Gojo's father hissed, and suddenly, you felt like you were five again, sitting at a friend's house and watching them get yelled at by their parents.

"It's not-" Suguru started talking, polite and put-together, ready to rework the odds back onto their side and repair whatever had been broken by protecting you.

"A great show," Gojo interrupted him and laughed, his normal voice hoarse after singing for so long.

"Are you a fucking moron?" His dad glared at him. You stepped closer to Suguru, looking up at him just to find him stone-faced, resigned like he was just waiting his turn. Tied to a megalomanic with not just money, but time. Suguru had once mentioned he'd met Gojo when they were kids. How many of those years had spent under the thumb of this absolute asshole?

You felt like you shouldn't be seeing this side of Gojo.

Nanami and Haibara slipped away while he bore the brunt of the verbal abuse. Satoru got interrupted every time he tried to speak up, and you just shrank into your boyfriend's side.

"Not only did you squander this opportunity, but did you even stop to consider how Manami felt?" His dad snarled, like dressing up the word wasted into something slightly fancier would make his point any more valid.

Manami's feeling's mattered. Yours didn't.

"She's not the one whose feelings I give a shit about," Gojo snapped back.

"I think you should go," Suguru leaned down to murmur apologetically to you. "I'll call you in a couple hours, okay? We can talk about whatever you want."

"Oh."

You wished you'd looked back when you left. Got another glimpse of him to hold onto so you would have something to think of instead of staring at your bedroom ceiling a couple hours later.

He hadn't called yet. Your social media feed was split between all the men who loved nothing more than to make a mess out of your life.

Maybe it was boredom. But you found yourself gravitating towards the box still sitting on your dresser.

Suguru wasn't there to invite you to a party to stop you from opening it.

You didn't really know what you expected. The last time you were holding one of those, it had his guitar pick inside.

Definitely not a pretty charm bracelet that had to cost him at least a few hundred, if not a grand.

It was already filled, delicate and detailed charms dangling down from the metal. It only took you a minute to realize they weren't random either.

He had to have picked them out himself. Your favorite flower. A landmark from a city you dragged him to after you came for one of his concerts. Memories and moments you'd forgotten about jingling every time they knocked into each other.

You didn't even know what all of them meant, a few you guessed you'd have to ask him about.

An ugly sob wanted to fall out, and you couldn't even figure out why. Just choking it down with the rest of the uncomfortable emotions you'd been stewing in.

Setting the bracelet back down like it was infectious instead of sacred, dropping it onto the soft cushion and falling back onto your bed, your phone sliding into your thigh.

Whatever had possessed you to open the box had you opening your browser, searching for the interview you missed before.

Your night already sucked. Why not make it worse?

It was mostly filler talk. Yuki distracting the audience with her casual chatter and perky smile, happy to be the center of attention despite the fact the host was dying to ask the question on everyone's mind.

Who knew the song was about them?

And out of all of the night's surprises, Sukuna's answer was probably the biggest one of all.

"I fucked everything up with the only person that matters," He grunted, his massive frame making the armchair he was in look tiny in comparison. "She knows it's her. Only ever gonna be her. It's not anyone else's business."

He refused to answer anything else.

Why would he?

The message was just meant for you.

But the comment section was more insane than the one about you and Gojo. Entire threads speculating what he'd done, who would ever leave him, how fast they'd fold and go back after that song.

Was this what Gojo's dad was aiming for?

The kind of engagement that just sucked people in effortlessly? Chasing after what Sukuna just naturally exuded? Casually cool without trying. Commanding an audience that supported him without a second thought.

God, you were even sitting here and considering calling him.

You wanted to blame it on him, but your fingers were pressing the button too fast for you to come up with a proper excuse.

It didn't even ring.

"Hey," Sukuna forced the word out, and you could hear the surprise in his exhale.

Something inside you crumpled at the sound. Some small piece of your heart crippled by how much you just needed a friend right now.

"Hey," You echoed.

"Are you okay?" He grunted, his voice even gruffer than normal. You couldn't help but be curious if he'd watched someone live streaming the show. If he heard their new single to. Knew it was another song about you.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You heard yourself say, as if he was just another stranger now, one that'd buy whatever lies you tried to sell.

"You're calling me instead of your boyfriend," He reminded you.

"Things are just kinda weird right now," You confessed.

"Is he being a dick to you?" Sukuna immediately asked, all gritty and gravelly.

"No," You huffed, and you couldn't help but fall into the old habit of being brutally honest about everything except him. "I'm pretty sure their publicist wants to fuck him. And Gojo's dad is a freak who wants me to fuck his son."

Sukuna laughed, and you'd forgotten how comforting that could be.

"That prick was there?" He half-groaned, and the idea of him actually knowing the guy was a little funny to imagine.

"He wasn't exactly happy with how everything turned out," You muttered, avoiding the subject of him shouting at his son and unsure why you were keeping secrets for Gojo.

"And what about you?" Sukuna grumbled.

"What about me?" You questioned, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Are you happy?" He bluntly asked. And with just a few questions, he was trying to prick all the pointy edges of your pain you'd been trying so hard to bubble wrap.

"Yeah," You answered, although you already knew he'd see through you.

"I miss you," He simply said, choosing not to call you out on your bullshit for once.

"I miss you too," You admitted. "I mean, being friends, y'know, back when everything wasn't so-"

"Complicated?" He suggested with a sigh when you paused your backtracking.

"Sure," You breathed.

You'd always known where you stood with him, at least.

"I haven't told Suguru about you," You mumbled. Your lip was bleeding from how hard you bit it, iron on your tongue.

"Why?" He laughed, but it was sarcastic this time. Kinda sad. "He'll probably be fucking thrilled."

He didn't have to elaborate.

Just fucking you would be fucking Sukuna over.

"I just want him to want me for me," You shrugged to yourself, pulling your knees up to your chest.

It was easier to say this sorta stuff to someone who wouldn't have to bear the weight of you admitting it. If you said the same thing to Suguru, he'd be obligated to make you promises that he might not even mean.

Sukuna would just tell you the truth regardless of how it made you feel.

"He'd be brainless not to, baby," He scoffed, and you could tell he hadn't even meant to call you that, a slip of the tongue after so much time not talking.

"Thanks, I guess," You laughed, soft and quiet. "And thanks for the bracelet. It's beautiful."

"Kinda thought you'd throw it in the trash," He gruffly said, like he wasn't the tiniest bit pleased.

"I considered it," You confessed.

"I still can't fucking stand the guy, but uh, my therapist thinks I should apologize to him anyway, so just tell me when, alright?" He grunted, so deep and low it took you a few seconds to stitch together what he actually said and then make that make sense in your mind.

"Your what?"

"Kaori referred me to one of her friends," He grumbled.

"A therapist?" You echoed.

"Yeah," He huffed.

"That's, um, great," You blinked. "Seriously."

How the hell had Kaori convinced him to get a fucking therapist when she was about to kill him half the time?

It was inconceivable.

Sukuna was a brick wall. The kind that couldn't change, no matter what paint you slathered over it. But this was the sort of thing he never would've done a year ago. Would've scoffed and rolled his eyes at you for bringing it up six months ago.

But him willingly choosing this? Without even being threatened or coerced?

You had to confess you wanted to believe in him. Wanted him to be better even if it hurt that he only healed without you there.

"Maybe, um, we can get dinner together sometime," You hesitantly suggested, swallowing what scraps were left of your pride and knowing you'd have to tell Suguru now.

"Yeah?"

"The three of us," You added.

"Sure," Sukuna dryly chuckled. "The three of us."

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