part 2 ! read part 1 here :3 smau ! time stamps matter (except for the last one)
maybe toge inumaki wasn’t the first guy you liked, but he was definitely the first guy you fell in love with.
i’m so sorry this took so long !! also this is pretty unfunny im sorry i am so unmotivated rn.
Me and The Devil | modern day sorcerer!sukuna x sorcerer!reader
summary: when you first meet him, you have no idea what his technique is. all you know is that he's this big, beefy guy covered in tattoos—an absolute unit. he's the cockiest out of all of special grade sorcerers though, so it has to be something good. based off this blurb
content & warnings: AFAB reader, graphic depictions of violence, profanity, explicit smut, sukuna abuses his curse technique (he transforms into his true form self mid-fuck), p in v sex, hair pulling, creampie
w/c: 5.6k
a/n: i think this just might be my most annoying sukuna yet LOL. anyways, this was just an idea i had, based in a world where gege either has a heart or just doesn't exist. enjoy sukuna being a little slut!!
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The jujutsu world sucked, but transferring from the Kyoto branch to the Tokyo branch made it suck a little less. Now that you think about it, all of the special grade sorcerers are based in Tokyo.
Two of them are actually teachers—Gojo and Geto.
It wasn’t an easy road getting here though, Gakuganji was not happy when you turned in the transfer papers, and made it known during those last two weeks through the missions you were assigned.
You were a grade 1, so you obviously had the ability to take on tougher cases when need be, but he made your life a living hell by giving you missions back to back– from 8:00 am to 8:00 pm, you worked.
You’d think an old man who’s covered in piercings and listens to black sabbath would be chill, but he’s a petty bitch, just like the rest of the highers up.
Even the students here are nicer and it’s probably because Principal Yaga was actually a good person, which is rare in this industry. It makes your life easier with the upcoming promotions. You offered to take a couple students under your wing, in turn you will be recommending them.
You say taking them under your wing lightly. In reality, you’re just making them do your missions for you. If they for any reason need help– which they shouldn’t– then you’ll step in to exorcise the curse yourself.
“Ready to go Megumi?” You ask as he walks up to you. You were taking him with you to a mission that was out of town, it was around 2 hours away via train ride.
Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader master list
summary: sukuna begins therapy the weeks following the huge fight between you two.
genre: hidden child trope, toxic relationships, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, emotional cheating, cheating
part four | part five | part six
Week One
“How are you feeling today?”
“I don’t know. Tired.” The brawny athlete murmurs.
Most people that come to see Kento are usually a bit more timid, attempting to sit up as straight as they can with their hands folded over their laps. The way Sukuna sits in his leather chair is more on the defensive side, leaning over with his elbows resting on his knees– more than comfortable with holding eye contact with the shrink.
“Ok.” Kento hums, unworried about the man in front of him whose body could be considered a weapon. “Why are you tired?”
Sukuna lightly shakes his head, holding back a laugh from how dumb of a question he thought that was. “Guess I didn’t get enough coffee in me or somethin’.”
Kento doesn’t answer back right away and instead writes down a little note on the clipboard he has resting against his knee. Moments later, he takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table next to him, then leans back in his own chair. “What would the ‘something’ be?”
Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader
summary: everything's going good, amazing actually. your baby girls happy, healthy, and turning one. your co-parenting relationship with sukuna has never been better, you smile a little more and fight less. yet despite all of the progress you've made, you continue to be unaware of anger and resentment that continues to build up inside of him.
genre: hidden child trope, toxic relationships, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, emotional cheating
part three | part four | part five
notes: again, tag list is closed! this part is also 9.3k words, so u may want to split it up or save it for later ❤️
Sukuna’s house is different from yours– it’s sharper, darker, colder. It’s devoid of warmth, a stark contrast from yours, yet there’s a certain calm in the air when you wake up there in the morning. It could just be the fact that there's no random toys laying around, something you don’t get to wake up to much often.
Or maybe the fact that you actually got to sleep in for once in your life since Sukuna was the one who kept an eye on the baby monitor– waiting for any sign that Sayomi was starting to wake up. The goal was to catch her before she started crying so you could sleep in.
Maybe this was your gift for keeping a little human alive and happy for an entire year— a full night of uninterrupted sleep and waking up at 10:00 am.
You weren’t sure why he was so adamant on having you two sleep over the night before her birthday, but after a whole week of him practically begging you without giving a real reason why, you finally said yes.
Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader
summary: sukuna's been a father for over a month now and seems to be getting the hang of things, or at least he looks like he is. he's no stranger to mental turmoil and it seems to have only gotten worse for him when ever he finds himself alone.
genre: hidden child trope, toxic relationships, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst, fluff, smut
notes: taglist is closed!!! also this isn't proofread, I'll be doing that right after posting bc im an impatient pos.
The first time you meet him is a blur. You just so happened to be staying at the same hotel that night— you were on your first business trip while he was away for the nth time for a game. You wanted to enjoy the last night of your trip and treated yourself to a drink at the hotel’s bar. It doesn’t take long until Sayomi’s father spots you, goes to sit obnoxiously close to you, and proceeds to ask you what you were drinking, even though he already knew what a martini was.
You’d think he couldn’t get any more cocky than he already is now, but that’s all what Sukuna was when he was 24 years old. He just couldn’t wait to tell you what he did for a living, and accused you of staring at his thighs to get that conversation rolling.
“I don’t mind you staring at ‘em, just means I’ve been training right.”
You didn’t ask him to elaborate on that like he thought you would, so he eventually just told you.
He also eventually convinced you to come back up to his hotel room with him, where he also couldn’t wait to show you how big his dick was and how good he could make you feel with it.
You really don’t remember much except for the way he kept pulling your hips back to meet each thrust and how that alone made you cum more times than you ever have in a single night. And the way he moaned— god it was sexy. So low, so smooth. He’d stare at you with half-lidded eyes, watching his cock split you open and disappear inside of you, in a complete trance over how you took every inch he gave you.
Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader
summary: co-parenting is hard, especially when it's with someone that's spent nearly two years lying to you. you and sukuna are doing the best you can do for your baby girl, but sometimes things just boil up and spill over. especially when there's unresolved feelings involved.
genre: hidden child trope, toxic relationships, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst, fluff, smut
part one | part two | part three
notes: taglist is closed!!!
True to his word, Sukuna has started coming over to see the baby– every single fucking day. People would think you’d at least feel a little happy over it, since you're getting extra help and all, but this man is going to drive you nuts.
And he doesn’t even do anything that bad, it’s just the subtle pettiness from him that’s starting to build up over time. You’re stressed enough from work as is, it doesn’t help when Sukuna comes over in the afternoon with a bag of donuts and makes it a point to tell you there’s not enough for you, when:
But oh well, at least now you know she’s not allergic to donuts. The visits aren’t ever too long, they’re usually a couple hours at most, with the shortest one being 5 minutes when Sukuna had come by to say good morning before going to training.
Today’s a huge change from the usual visits, he’s watching Yomi for an entire 8 hours. After finding out you had a nanny come by during the weekdays, he was able to convince you to let him take over on Tuesdays. Bless his heart, he has no idea how fast that little girl’s mood changes when she gets tired.
Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader
summary: on the rare occasion that sukuna takes his nephew out to the park, he notices another kid with blush pink hair— a baby to be exact. he tries not to stare too much, but it’s hard not to, it’s a rare hair color. it’s not until the baby’s mother takes her out of the swing set and back into her stroller when he realizes why you ghosted him almost 2 years ago.
genre/warnings: hidden child trope, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst, fluff, smut
part one | part two
Sukuna wasn’t very obsessed with the thought of having children, that desire (or lack of) continued to dwindle after his nephew turned 4 and is now all over the fucking place. He doesn’t mind watching him, but with each year it's becoming more difficult trying to get the kid to focus and listen to him.
“Yuji.” The man barks out, beginning to scold the boy because he immediately starts running across the street the moment the crosswalk sign turned on for them. Didn’t matter if it was a private neighbourhood, he’d speed through the signs as much as anyone else. “I told you to hold my fucking hand– get over here.”
SYNOPSIS. would ignoring your work and avoiding paying taxes still be as bad if it meant joining the Mile High Club . . . ? when Sukuna drags you along on a business trip, there's only one way to find out.
CONTENTS. president!Sukuna x journalist!Reader, enemies to lovers, fake marriage trope, eventual smut [MDNI], power imbalance, creampíes, cóckwarming, ríding, finger-fúcking, finger súcking, nípple play, full nelson, mile high club, tipsy séx, private jet séx, pool séx, hot tub séx, outdoor séx, chair séx, hickeys (🤏 mention), exhibitionísm, praise kïnk, available on ao3
WORD COUNT. 5.4k
AUTHOR'S NOTE. i wish i kept this as only a one-shot, sighh
Mondays were for mimosas.
Mondays were for lying outstretched on your sofa, a cocktail in your hand as the other typed away at your keyboard, words practically flying onto the opened document on your laptop screen.
You liked to spend the first days of your week editing and revising and writing articles and such. It was sort of . . . therapeutic for you—the champagne was just a plus, (and a preference).
You enjoyed the quietness and stillness of mornings: the time before alarm clocks went off and when people would wake up for work, the time when you could hear the chirping of birds above empty streets, and the humming of coffee machines running. It was when you worked best.
Well, you thought it was—until Sukuna called you at five in the morning, that is.
You nearly dropped your mimosa at the abrupt ringing of your phone, which you could’ve sworn you had turned on silent (unless, of course, there was a special technological exception for the president).
“Pack your bags,” was the first thing he said. “We’re leaving.”
“Good morning to you, too, husband.”
Sukuna only grunted in response.
“Where are we flying off to in such a hurry?” You shifted your phone to the other ear, mirth evident in your voice. “You haven’t even spoken to me since our wedding.”
“It was barely a ceremony.” Sukuna was probably scoffing on the other end. “Just a courthouse wedding with four witnesses and an officiant.”
You continued typing on your laptop, the sound of your nails clicking with each press of a key. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Does it matter? We won’t be gone for more than twenty four hours—if you were wondering.”
“Quick business trip?” you assumed.
“To Cancún.”
SYNOPSIS. you've slandered his name all across your blog's public column since you got your master's degree, but tonight's gala is the first time you're seeing him face-to-face since your college days—ladies and gentlemen: Sukuna Ryomen, or, better yet, Mr. President.
CONTENTS. president!Sukuna x journalist!Reader, (homegirl talks major shit about the guy who made her college experience hell, but realizes she's all bark, no bite, when they reunite at a party), enemies to lovers, power imbalance, fake marriage, eventual smut [MDNI], cunnílingus, fíngering, tít sucking, hair-pulling, cûm swallowing, overstimúlation, creampïes, kitchen séx, balcony séx, exhibítionísm, degradation; available on ao3
WORD COUNT. 6.7k
AUTHOR'S NOTE. no, i will not elaborate on how i came up with this.
The first thing Ryoumen Sukuna did after having been elected as the 48th president of the United States, was light a cigar.
Could you blame him, though? His name swept the ballots as if a storm—now that’s hard work . . . No, it really wasn’t, but the effect was still there, nonetheless. Sukuna won with votes from more than two hundred seventy of the electoral college, seven swing states, and a public majority of one hundred twenty million.
Sukuna liked to joke about the presidential race being similar to running track and field—only, the punchline was that he ran cross country during high school, and had won more golden medals than one could count on both hands.
The point was, absolutely nobody was surprised the man had been elected. Whether it was for his looks, his charisma and public speaking, or, simply, because he made a good candidate compared to his opponent, Ryoumen Sukuna had won the presidential race fair and square.
You knew all of this before it reached the public, however. But, as for, why? Well, maybe it was because your life’s work was devoted to slandering his name in any way possible, and you had your sources, one could say . . .
When you first decided to earn your master’s degree in Fine Arts, you weren’t originally planning on using it to publicly and continuously defame the president of the United States. You had a small daydream of becoming a journalist known for her niche subjects and topics, her ability to fully utilize the meaning of a democratic society, and what it meant to be a voice of the community.
But, that was all before you met Sukuna, and found out how much of a pain in the ass he was.
𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, ino, toji
note: asking them who’s your {insert cringe} boy ! i saw this on tiktok and i hope yall get it lmao. be nice, this is the first time i’ve gotten inspo😭
warnings: suggestive, fluff, cringe pet names, mommy kink in choso, f!reader
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PAIRING: best friend enhypen x female reader GENRE: crack, smut ; mdni AU: best friends to lovers (finally) WARNINGS: dirty talk, language, talks of masturbation, riki’s is just cute, jungwon has finally lost it SNAIL TRAIL: the long awaited part 8! the written parts will take a while to make so just know there's more to come after this. thank you as always to @sungbeams and @dazzlingjaeyun and thank you to all my tickets in the jayparked's garage discord server💛 to get updates and previews on my work before they get posted, join here (18+)
part 8 in my miscommunication series! you dont need to read the previous ones first, but they would provide more context to the texts below! this is the final text part in this mini series. part 9 will be written! ♡ part one ; part two ; part three ; part four ; part five ; part six ; part seven ;part eight;part nine♡
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