Theestallion: We Made It To JAPAN 🇯🇵

hi love! idk how long ago you posted that you wanted sero requests but here i am.

tattoo artist!sero and it’s like your first time getting tattooed and he talks you through everything that’s going to happen and everything that he’s doing and just making sure that you feel safe. i acc love it so much honestly it could be his partner or a complete stranger but honestly OBSESSED with this idea rn it’s doing my head in i just NEED it on paper

thank u sum for the request & i love tattoo artist!sero !!

You've been thinking about this for quite some time. Ever since you saw your eldest cousin with their first tattoo when you were much younger, you’ve been dreaming about getting your own.

On an impromptu girls' trip into the bright city of Tokyo, your closest friends, Momo and Ochako, convince you this is the time! “but I need to do so much more research about what place I want to go to! what sized needle I should get, and… SO MUCH MORE!” you say in the dimly lit bar, tipsy enough to even be thinking about this idea but not so much that you’re stumbling. “Oh, com’on Y/n !! my girlfriend knows this guy who owns a tattoo place, I think it’s near here, and he’s like, so legit ! she only goes to him and his people.” Momo chimes in. This made you even more unsure. You love Momo’s girlfriend! She is cool and funny but the crowd she runs with is… a wilder than you’re used to. “Is this the same guy that almost got us arrested at that house party?” you say back, reminding her of that night year or two ago. “oh my lord no !!! That’s Denki. this guy is Sero, he is super chill, an amazing artist, and can do anything. even those super small, dainty ones you like.” After about 3 more drinks, the three of you guys are outside by the bar, and Momo is calling this Sero guy, asking if his place is still open. and it is.

After about a 10 minute walk, you arrive at the place. “Tokyo’s Ink” looks cool enough. Rustic and dark enough to draw in the right crowd but oddly clean and tidy enough so no one thinks it’s some sketchy dump. you stumble in with the help of Momo and are greeted with a tall male at the front desk. “uh.. Momo, are you sure she’s ok to like do this?” aww sweet. you think. he clearly cares about his clients which makes you more open to trusting him like this. “yeah yeahh she’s fine. not as bad as ochako though.” momo replies, laughing before she notices- oh shit. where’s ochako? after mumbling you can’t understand between the two tall dark haired people, she dashed out, assuming to look for her. “so, y/n right? i think we met a couple times when you went out with momo and jirou.” oh yeah. You remember seeing him in the crowds with Jirou’s ragtag friends group. “oh yeahhh. you used to have a lip piercing, where’d that go?” you ask, peering up at his face. “oh i uh, got into a fight and it got ripped out.” he says so nonchalantly, leaving you stunned, wide eyed. “holy shit!” “yeah, so you’re thinking of getting a tattoo?” he says and sits back on the desk in the entry way. You can see him a little more clearly now and he’s gorgeous. His hair looks clean and soft, a little outgrown mullet but it looks good. His hands show the ends of some complex artwork going up his arms. even though his lip ring is gone, he still has a lot of other jewelry hanging from him. Earrings and bulky silver rings and a thin chain around his neck. “um yeah i’m definitely getting ones,” you say a little louder than you intended. “but i need to know you are like, legit.” you say and he laughs. It’s a nice, deep laugh that makes your heart do flips. He says he can take you to the chair where he’ll go over the procedure and you can ask any questions you want. “so hopefully you’ll come back when you’re in a better, state and we willl start by sketching out some designs of the tattoo you want. we’ll work on that untr it’s perfect for your pretty self,” your ears perk up and blush at his comment. He notices and smiles back at you, “then i’ll print it out as an outline and trace it with a marker on the spot you want, once that placent is where you want it to be then we will start inking.” he says.

Sero starts talking again. About needle sizes, ink color, if you wanted shading and color or just an outline, blah blah blah. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t focus on his words when he looked like that. he sat directly in front of you, legs slightly spread, you could see the tension his muscular thighs were putting those tight black jeans through. Sero, with his pericings almost glistening in the overhead light, a light that contorted the muscles of his arms, was slouching and leaning forward ever so slightly so that you could see down his thin and baggy white t-shirt to his chest. He stopped talking but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his torso. god he looks so good.

He said something. Your name maybe? Then he was standing. It only took half a step until he was towering over you. His hand reached up to caress your jawline and lift your chin up to him. You could smell him now. Not the sandalwood that aired in the shop but him. He didn’t smell like a cologne, more like fresh sheets, warm vanilla with a hint of that manly musk. “you got it, princess?” he said. you could feel his warm and calloused hand against your hot, soft skin. god he definitely works out. you don’t get calloused hands from tattooing. you thought. “um yes. i-i- i’m sorry what do i got?” you replied. Suddenly the buzz you felt in the bar was back but this wasn’t from alcohol, you were high off something else. He laughed softly before saying “i asked if you understood everything i just told you. we you want i can schedule you for an appointment tonight.” his hand dropped from you face and planted on the table behind you. He was leaning down, closer to you. You could practically feel his breath, his lips on you. Sero’s eyes darted down to your lips, then slowly back up to you. His eyes were determined. Searching for any discomfort in yours as he slowly, and i mean slowly, attempted to close the distance between you two until,

ba dingg !

the bell above the door jingled, causing the both of you to retreat quickly. “Found her !!” Momo exclaimed as she was dragging a very sad Ochako, face covered in ice cream, by her side. “O-Oh great !” you said standing up. Sero stood and backed up, giving you room to walk to your friends. He went behind the front counter and grabbed his scheduling book out from under it. Opening it he look at back at you, “so are you free next friday?” he asked clicking his pen, looking at you. “um, oh yes. yes i am after 4pm!” you replied. he scribbled something down and looked back up at you. “great then. i’ll see you at 5:00pm next friday.” he said with his million dollar smile. Momo then proceeded to tell you how late it was and how your group should probably turn in for the night. “I’ll walk you guys out!” Sero jumped into the conversation following Momo and Ochako already half way out the door. Then he put his hand on your lower back, guiding you out of his shop. You turn your head to thank him for letting you come in way past business hours. “don’t worry about it princess, it was my pleasure.” he whispered back to you. his lips softly kissing your neck for the first and last time that night before leading you out.

god you can’t wait until friday. now you just have less than two weeks to figure out what kind of tattoo you want.

★﹒₊‧ matsukawa!bf things

matching pjs, but like subtlety.. classic white tee with matching pants (green plaid, star wars, family guy..)

teaching you to skate and going to the skate park together (firm believer in skate!rat issei)

writes you songs, but he doesn't sing them rlly l, just a rlly nice instrumental on bass or acustic

LATE night drives when he can't sleep so he drives by your house to see if your light is still on. even if it isn't he calls you anyways and ofc you answer, trying your hardest to sneak out and y'all go get some food, blast music and look at the stars until you actually start getting tired

horror fanatic. he LOVES horror movies and is NEVER phased by them, it's kinda scary that you're cowering in his side while he's just casually watching it. you swear he jumped ONCE but he says it was a shiver (it wasn't)

GOSSIPY COUPLE y'all talk hella shit abt everyone. ppl just tell the two of you stuff and y'all aren't total bitches so you keep it between y'all two but still you know all about what some fangirl tried saying to oikawa and wtv else

will go shopping w you and loves to watch you try everything on

he's like ur doll, ew that's a weird way of putting it but like he will let u do ANYTHING to him. paint his nails, dress him up, apply makeup on him, face mask, anything !!

he loves to bake with you. he can't bake at all but one day he brought cupcake mix to your house and y'all just started making it, but now he likes to make everything from scratch and he's gotten pretty good over time

he really likes when you read to him. it could be the most boring ass book, his words, but hearing it from you just eases him (?)

♥︎author note: sorry this may be messy i did this in the last 10 minutes of my ceramics class

i love writing boys being shy with their crush bc i think it’s the cutest thing ever

a girl? seriously?//katsuki bakugou smau

fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au.

an: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SIRI PLAY FRANK OCEAN

when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?

prologue. | previous part. | part 13. (soon!)

part 12.

the laughter from the boys echoed off the surface of the lake as you and the other girls sat in a circle on the dock. the four of you watched the guys as they splashed around, swimming after each other like kids at a pool party.

“so where is kiri asking you to be his girlfriend?” jirou asked, her head laying in momo’s lap.

“oh i don’t know the specifics, i just know the day.” mina responded as she lightly kicked her feet in the water off the edge of the dock.

“that’s actually so funny to me.” you chimed in, “the fact that you basically planned the day you get a boyfriend.”

“i’m particular, what can i say.” she nudged your arm slightly. “on the topic of boyfriendssss.”

“stop!” your head swung around to look at the group in the water, making sure no one was listening in; specifically the red eyed blonde. “we can talk about this when they aren’t around.”

“god you are so boring.” mina huffed out, splashing the water dramatically like a toddler during a tantrum.

“hey!” a shout from the water interrupted your conversation, catching the attention of your group. “what the hell are you guys doing over there?” katsuki asked.

“girl talk!” mina shouted back at the boys as they swam over, hanging on the edge of the dock to nosily include themselves.

“you guys want to actually get in the water?” sero sassed.

“um, do you want to mind your business?” jirou sassed back, causing you girls to laugh when the boys reacted as though you had just slapped them all in the face.

the sloshing of water behind you caught your attention, but you had no time to react when you turned to see katsuki lifting himself on the dock, striding toward you and picking you up swiftly. he slung you over his shoulder with a laugh.

“hey—what? katsuki what are you doing?” he only continued to laugh as you thrashed around. you were both under the water within a few seconds. you came back up splashing, gasping for air.

“what the fuck kats!?” you wiped your hair from your face, your expression one of disdain.

“oh come on.” he laughed, splashing water at you as the others watched. you couldn’t stay mad at him for longer than three seconds and you joined his laughter. katsuki stayed close to you, his shoulder touching yours as you floated in the water. the rest of the girls decided to join the swimming not long after.

the nine of you swam around for a while, teasing each other and discussing stupid hypothetical topics to pass the time. all the while, bakugou never strayed from your side. while the others were messing around, playing countless childish games, he stayed right next to you, keeping you company.

"you heard any word from that purple haired emo?" he asked suddenly as you both watched sero, kiri, denki, and izuku play a game of monkey in the middle with denki's stolen shoe.

"which one? there's one here with us." he rolled his eyes as you laughed at your own joke. "but no, I haven't. why?"

"I was just wondering. didn't know if maybe he had reached out asking to try again or something." you shook your head in response as he looked at you.

"that ship has sailed. plus I'm pretty sure mina would kill me. god, she hated him." you caught her a few feet away playfully swatting at kirishima as he tried to get at her. you were glad it was him that she decided to spend her time with; they were good for each other.

"yeah I was right there with her." katsuki scoffed.

"mina I understood because she's just mina, but I never got why you didn't like him." you watched as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I just didn't trust the guy. obviously I wasn't wrong." bakugou smirked at you. you groaned as you put your head against his arm. the last thing you wanted was to talk about your last romantic fling; especially with bakugou.

"guys! let's play hide and seek!" kaminari called out once he finally retrieved his shoe.

"how are we supposed to do that, dipshit? should I just stay under the water until I drown?" katsuki replied. you were clung onto his arm now, your cheek smushed against his bicep.

"are you blind or did you just miss all the trees that surround the lake? dur da dur." denki sassily responded.

the water was evacuated and each of you were split up into teams of two, and of course, mina made sure you and bakugou were a pair. sero had mischievously volunteered to be the first seeker and there was no doubt that he had some stupid scheme up his sleeve.

“okay you fuckers better get to hiding!” sero shouted as he covered his eyes to count.

everyone bolted in different directions and bakugou quickly grabbed your hand to drag you away from the scene. you could hear the echoes of muffled hollering as the other groups tried to situate a spot to hide as well. when katsuki finally came across a hiding spot suitable enough, he sat you both down, your chests heaving from all the running. he had found a fallen tree that was perfect to conceal yourselves behind.

the moon hung high in the night sky above you, illuminating katsuki’s bright blonde hair perfectly. as you two fought to catch your breath, your eyes were stuck gazing at the outline of his nose, the way his brows furrowed together, and the way his lips were slightly parted. you yanked your stare away from bakugou, choosing to move your attention to a random branch in front of you. his hand was still interlocked with yours; you had forgotten until he tightly squeezed your hand. you had to fight the blush that threatened to invade your face.

“are you and izuku dating or something?” he asked suddenly as he looked around, scoping out the area.

“what?” his random question baffled you. “we’re just friends, i feel like i’ve explained this before.”

“you just act like you’re obsessed with him.” he responded sarcastically, locking eyes with you.

“no i don’t!” you whisper shouted. “just because i invited him doesn’t mean he’s my boyfriend.” did bakugou not like izuku? considering they’re in the same boxing team, you figured they were friends.

“well do you like him then?” katsuki asked, staring at you blankly.

“no!” this was such a strange conversation. what made him want to bring this up? “where is this coming from?”

“you’re just always talking about him.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“no i’m not!” did it really seem that way? you and izuku were just close because of work, but there was nothing at all romantic about y’all’s relationship. “midoriya tells me i’m always talking about you, but that doesn’t mean i like you.” which was half a lie because you did like him.

“what was that?” bakugou smirked at you, lifting a brow as he watched your expression change when you realized what you said. “you’re always talking about me?”

“don’t let this inflate your ego any more than it already is.” your eyes rolled as he continued to gawk at you.

“oh, i’m going to.” his grin only widened. you nudged his side with your elbow and he squeezed your hand in his.

the game of hide and seek had completely escaped the minds of the two of you as you sat side by side and hand in hand. the wind picked up as the night grew longer and it chilled you to the bone.

“why the fuck didn’t we put our clothes on?” you said with a shiver. no one in the group had thought about the fact that it wasn’t entirely the smartest idea to play hide and seek in the woods in just your swimsuits.

“you cold?” he asked quietly. you nodded your head as you brought your knees to your chest. “here.” katsuki said, letting go of your hand and moving his arm to wrap around your shoulders. you stared at him with wide eyes and your stomach was infested with that fluttery feeling. there was no way he wasn’t doing this on purpose. did he know you liked him, or was he just clueless?

“thanks.” you said quietly as you leaned into him, finding it hard to break eye contact. katsuki’s eyes were an incredibly beautiful shade of red. you’d be lying if you said they weren’t easy to get sucked into.

the air between you was thick, causing your breath to stop short in your throat. katsuki held you close to his body as he held your gaze. if there was anything that was going to confirm his feelings for you, then it would be this moment in time. you shone in the light of the moon, your features outlined in the most memorable way. each time he saw you he was reminded of just how beautiful you actually were. bakugou took in each facet of your face, relishing in the way you stared back at him.

katsuki took a quick glance at your lips, causing your urge to shrivel away grow ten times more.

“found you!” sero yelled loudly behind you. you and bakugou jumped, completely forgetting the reason you were out in the woods to begin with. you loved sero with all your heart, but in this moment, you wanted to knee him in the balls.

“wowza…did i interrupt something?” sero said with a stupidly wide grin.

“shut the fuck up, moron.” bakugou said as he let go of you to stand up. the warmth of his body was now gone and you couldn’t help but frown. he reached a hand out to you to help you stand with him.

“where’s everyone else?” you asked as you stood next to katsuki, wiping the dirt from your legs.

“oh, you guys are the first people i’ve found.” sero responded.

“are you fucking kidding me right now?” bakugou said, obviously upset that he didn’t win the game of hide and seek.

you and bakugou joined the seek for the other pairs, the three of you walking close together. katsuki still wouldn’t let go of your hand. when you told him you were fine he replied with, “it’s fucking dark and you’re going to get lost.” acting as if you were helpless without him; when in reality he just wanted an excuse to touch you for just a little longer. after an irritably long half hour, you eventually found the rest of the group with kaminari and izuku claiming their win after being the last pair in hiding. once all of you reached the dock after an hour of galavanting in the forest, you threw your clothes on and decided a late night froyo run sounded perfect.

the nine of you walked back to the two cars, splitting up after deciding the location. you made it to your car with momo and jirou as the boys stayed back, whispering amongst themselves.

“okay so what the fuck? the hand holding? the sitting cutely by the tree?” sero whispered loudly as he gave bakugou a shove to the shoulder. “dude. DUDE.”

“oh my god you are so loud.” bakugou huffed out through gritted teeth.

“oh are we talking about you and y/n? you like her right?” izuku chimed in quietly, earning a death glare from the irritated blonde.

“who even asked you to be here?” katsuki was obviously frustrated that his friends had cornered him like this.

“uh, y/n did.” midoriya responded plainly, raising his hands in defense when katsuki shot him another look.

“so what’s the verdict?” kirishima questioned, a boyish smile on his face. this was the first time he’d ever been this involved in katsuki’s love life and he savored every second.

bakugou let out a sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest. he stared at the gaggle of annoyingly nosy boys that circled him.

“fuck.” he muttered to himself, “yeah. yeah i do.” he said, slapping his hands to his side.

“i feel like i’m in a rom-com right now.” denki giggled.

“when are you going to ask her out?” eijiro giddily asked.

“can we just go get some fucking fro-yo. please.” bakugou groaned, leaving the group to walk to your car, sero tailing close behind him. katsuki claimed the passenger seat, leaving the other three in the back.

you guys left the lake behind, windows down, the music loudly booming from your radio. everyone in your car was screaming along to Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean while katsuki seemed more or less uninterested.

“c’mon grandpa!” you shouted over the music and wind, “turn up! don’t be lame!” you gave his shoulder a push.

“can you please keep both hands on the wheel?” he said with a laugh. you shot him a grin as you giggled back, looking toward the road again. you loved driving with the windows down, but your hair flopping every which way into your eyes made it hard to enjoy it for very long. every three seconds, your hand was pushing away at the strands attacking your face. katsuki watched you closely, noticing your growing frustration. he slowly reached toward your face, grabbing your hair with one hand to hold it so you could see the road. he rested his hand against the back of your neck, your hair wrapped around his fingers. you turned your head to look at him and he was staring only at you, his head leaning comfortably against the headrest.

if you weren’t driving you would have jumped him. you didn’t know how much longer you could continue not telling him how you felt.

“thanks.” you said shyly, looking back at the road while the others in the back were still scream singing. he didn’t reply, instead he kept his eyes trained on you, rubbing circles into the skin of your neck with his thumb. you felt sick, but in a good way; like you could throw up because of excitement.

“you look pretty.” he said quietly enough where you almost missed it over all the noise already circulating in the vehicle. you felt your mouth form a grin without even meaning to. this moment felt like deja vu. it reminded you so heavily of the night you called him pretty for the first time in his car while shinso was still in the picture.

“pretty?” you replied, a smile taking up most of your face.

“yeah. really pretty.” katsuki’s gaze never faltered.

you returned your eyes back to the road, smiling like an idiot while he watched. the rest of the drive you were all screaming whatever song came on next; bakugou too focused on the girl beside him to join along.

an: i had one idea and a fucking dream. never at a single point did i know what i was going to write next. let’s hope it’s cohesive 😁🙏

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Just a couple of silly little guys being gay

Yohoo! Hi <3

Ur so sweet ya know? I’ve just started following ur blog and have already fallen in love with your stuff. It’s too much for my heart to take😰💘

Ur recent post of sero hcs just blew my mind, and It was one of the best things I’ve ever read in a while >\\\< thank you so much for your existence in this world :) hehe

You’ve made my night, now I will be able to sleep in peace

One last thing! I have a final exam tomorrow so wish me luck....please?🙏🏻

OMG WHQTTT THANK U SO MUCH U JUST MADE MY NIGHT !!! i'm so glad you like my stuff even tho i haven't been writing for very long at ALL!! but good luck on exams tomorrow hun !! i have my first one wednesday 😷

AHHH KEIR HOW HAVE YOU BEENNN???? <33333 SENDING LOTS OF LOVE AND GOOD VIBES YOUR WAY TODAYYY >:))))

AHHH IM DOING GOOD IM DOING GOOD !! i've been very inactive here but valentine's day was .. definitely something in my real life ! BUT GOOD NON THE LESS !! <333 HOW ARE U THO LUV??

Honestly Sero is such a good character I really wish they had done more with him.

It makes me so happy when I see the fandom appreciating and loving him <3

DELUSION LAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hope u guys like it!!!!!!! LMFAOOO I LOVEEE DOING THESEEE!!! I recently reblogged the clear ver if u guys wanna do it!!! PLS DO IT IT'S FUNNNNN

french toast

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

an: enabled by @babiemay thank her for giving me the BIGGEST best friends older brother sukuna brain rot i've ever had in my life. (ooc sukuna again btw)

**part of my best friends (older brother) fic

previous part linked here

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based on the seventeen years that sukuna has known you, he figures that you’ve already worked up some type of overthinking storm in your head when you arrive at his apartment two days later. and he knows for a fact that he’s right, because you’re at his doorstep with a pinched look on your face, clutching your purse like you’re about to get robbed. 

“hi pretty girl. did someone make an attempt on your life today?” 

you can feel your cheeks burning at the term of endearment, so phased you can barely coherently respond - or understand - what it is he said. 

“no?” you respond, nearly sweating under his eye contact as he smiles. 

“then why are you looking at me like you think i’m going to eat you?” he asks, annoyed as he gestures for you to walk into the kitchen. 

you feel your head run in a spiral, at the implication of his words, as he places his hands flat on your shoulders, and guides you to sit at the stool on his little kitchen island. the entire ordeal - the breakfast, the fact that he’s peeling off your coat and pressing a kiss to your temple, and the lingering touches - they make your skin burn, almost itch with nervousness. 

he stands on the other side of the counter, leaning forward on his forearms, as he smiles at you. and you try your best to figure out what exactly it is that’s beaming in his eyes as he leans forward. 

“pick your poison.” 

you feel yourself pale. 

“huh?” 

he frowns, as he leans back. 

“for breakfast? what did you want to eat?” he clarifies. 

you breathe a sigh of relief. 

“anything’s okay. don’t trouble yourself. i-i can even help.” 

you walk over to his side, pulling up your sleeves and giving him a peachy smile, as he takes the opportunity to step towards you. your back hits the counter and sukuna makes it a point - resting both of his arms at your sides - as he traps you within his hold. 

“talk.” he states, almost sternly. 

“hm?” 

sukuna leans closer, leaning his forehead against yours, as he takes a deep breath. it reminds you vividly, of two nights ago, when he pulled you straight onto his lap. and murmured into your skin that you were his pretty girl. and that he was going to prove it to you. 

“talk.” he states, the tone in his voice irritated. 

you look up at him, at his eyes razor focused in on yours, and spot no inclination of irritation on his face. despite the fact that you were almost positive that it was dripping from his tone. though, you always found him particularly hard to read.  

“now.” he murmurs. 

you sigh. 

“what are you trying to do right now?” you ask. 

he rolls his eyes. there’s the irritation you were hearing. 

“make you breakfast.” he deadpans. 

“is that all?” 

“what are you getting at?” he asks. 

sukuna often finds that talking to you is like digging a hole. that it takes patience. because he’s not going to find what he’s looking for forthright. but he knows for a fact that there’s something down there. 

it’s aggravating. but he persists.  

“promise you won’t make fun?” you ask. 

“i will do no such thing.” 

“sukuna.” you whine, crossing your hands against your chest. 

sukuna finds this part of you endearing. because it reminds him of all the different ways he’s seen you. when you were four and barging into his house to play wii with his little brother, explaining barbie movies at the dinner table, and tagging along on his family vacation when he was fourteen. 

and how after all this time, you still have the same tendencies. you bounce your right leg when you’re nervous, tuck your hair behind your ears when you’re finished rambling, and curl your hands into little fists and cross your arms - entirely unable to meet his eyes - when you’re embarrassed. 

sukuna clears his throat, as you look up at him. and you know the expression all too well. that he’ll wait all day if he has to. 

“no making fun. i’m serious, sukuna.” 

“it’s almost like you know you’re going to say something stupid.” 

“don’t call my feelings stupid.” you murmur. 

“well, i’ll keep calling them stupid until you tell me what they are. i’ll be honest if you let me.” 

this is something you can appreciate about sukuna. that he won’t beat around the bush. or say things just to coddle. it’s the same as the other night, where you told him about what happened at the bar, when he didn’t rush to your defense like almost everyone else does. and when it comes to this, you figure that he’ll be straightforward. 

“are you trying to have sex with me right now?” you ask. 

you look at sukuna, specifically at the way his eyes widen, before he breaks out into a laugh. and not just any laugh, because he’s nearly keeling over with how amusing he finds it. howling even. and it makes even more blood rush to your cheeks, humiliated for even bringing it up. 

sukuna grins, lifting his hands up from the sides of the counter and wrapping them around your neck.you can feel your breath hitch in your throat, as you instinctively shut your eyes. he’s going to be straightforward. 

“your feelings are stupid.” he whispers, right into your skin. 

you pull back, staring at him dumbfounded, as he places one of his hands on your waist. and he’s staring back at you, the expression in his face slightly amused. 

“that’s not nice.” 

“i’m not a nice person.” 

it’s frustrating. the tone that he uses with you. it teeters between placating and teasing you and you find it hard to decide which one exactly it is. and it seeps right under your skin, lets your irritation come to a head faster than it usually would.

“okay, well. sue me! you had no problems doing god knows what in my room the other day. and-and then you were making jokes about how you were going to eat me. the second that i got here. and-and you know how you are-” 

“and what’s that?” 

you pause.

“what?” 

“you said you know how you are. well, i don’t. enlighten me please.” he clarifies. 

sukuna’s pleased with himself. because he’s figured out exactly what it is, that’s brewing in that head of yours. and naturally, he has every intention to make you mince your words. 

“you-” 

you’re not sure how to say this. if there’s a polite way to call him what he is. 

“i’m what? a manwhore?” he asks. 

“no! you-” 

“you think i’m a horny freak, right? that i want to lift you up, take your skirt off, and have you right here on my kitchen counter?” 

you feel your eyes go wide, as you swallow hard, and feel the nervousness take residence in your stomach. sukuna senses it fast enough and makes his efforts to diffuse it. 

“do you think i would only invite you here because i want you to please me? do you think that’s the only way i can enjoy your company?” 

you can feel yourself getting too overstimulated, your head nearly steaming - at the implication, at the way he’s looking at you, and the fact that his lips are a few feet away from yours - and his smug grin crawling underneath your skin and making you twitch. 

you cover your face with your hands, feeling the warmth on your palms, as you feel his hands curl around your wrists, prying them off of your face. and when you look up at him, at the soft smile on his face, as you can’t help but frown at him. 

“no…” 

sukuna smiles. 

“are you lying to me?” 

you deflate. 

“maybe a little.” 

sukuna secures his hands around your waist, before fully lifting you up and placing you on the counter. and he presses a lingering kiss to your cheek before he wordlessly starts rummaging through different cabinets in his kitchen and the fridge, fully intent on making you the breakfast you were promised. 

you can’t help but watch him, as he muses around his kitchen, slicing vegetables on the cutting board and fruits on the side. at how he entirely discards the conversation you just had like it was nothing. 

from two feet away, sukuna is very, very appreciative of you. because you’re not very proud. and despite your first attempts, you’re honest too. because he knows for a fact that your hesitation to state your thoughts is because you don’t want to write sukuna off as something so…lewd. even if you think it’s true. and that of course, any hesitation on your part comes from something deeper than him. 

the deep seated distaste you seem to have for yourself. though sukuna’s entirely unsure why it’s there in the first place. he slices a strawberry in half, letting the eggs cook at his side, before he makes a residence standing in between your legs. 

he hands you one of the halves of the strawberry, before popping the other in his mouth and leaning into your space. 

“i don’t think you’re a manwhore.” you clarify. 

“okay. i don’t think you’re one either.” he responds. 

you smile.

“but you do think that’s the only reason you’re here?” he pokes. 

“no! no, i don’t think that. i just-” 

you sigh, placing your hands flat on the fabric of his hoodie, as you crumple it into your fists. 

“sorry. i’m not very good at this type of thing. and-and you’re like…you know. reputation. and you obviously have needs! and megumi thinks you’re a womanizer.” 

sukuna snickers, as you release his hoodie, and you deflate slightly. mainly at the fact that he’s not offended. and letting you ramble - and say ten different things you shouldn’t - openly. 

sukuna doesn’t shy away from what exactly it is that you think of him. or what that godawful sea urchin megumi thinks either. because it’s naturally, quite simple. and somewhat true. because he finds it hard to stay in one place for a long time. and as you very keenly put it, he had needs. 

though, that rule, as sukuna was painstakingly reminded of, didn’t apply to you. because again, you transcended any normal guideline that sukuna had. which is why he was keen on making you breakfast two days later, on his day off. and make your favorite, which he specifically remembers from the camping trip. 

“i’m not sure what thing you’re referencing. and make no mistake. i don’t talk in tongues like you do. if i invite you over for breakfast, it’s because i want to eat breakfast with you.” he responds. 

“you were the one who said you were going to eat me.” you defend. 

“you were looking at me like you were scared of me. like how prey looks at a predator before it gets eaten?” 

“oh.” 

sukuna pushes off the counter as he starts plating the food onto and feels his ego inflate when you jump off the counter and cling to his arm when you realize what exactly it is that he made. 

“sukuna. i love french toast!” 

“yes. i’m well aware.” 

"how'd you know?" you ask.

sukuna looks over at you, the look in his eyes so devious, that you know you've certainly walked into something by stating it.

"you told us. on the camping trip. you've always been my pretty girl. even when you were fourteen."

you barely have time to even stomach what it is that he said as he lifts both plates as he makes a gesture for you to follow, seating the two of you back on his kitchen island. and when you settle in, sukuna gets to pick at your mind, with the questions that have been stuck in his head for the past two days. 

“before i divulge my manwhore adventures for you, you have to indulge me first. how many guys have you dated? or talked to?” sukuna asks. 

you hate sukuna’s choice of words sometimes. indulge. it’s almost like he knows he’s saying words that make you nervous. that make the sweat accumulate on the palms of your hands. 

“where’d you learn how to make french toast like this?” you ask, deflecting. 

“i asked first.” 

you swirl the eggs around on the plate - moving them from the left, to the right, and back to the left - before you answer. 

“i had a crush on this guy named dean from sixth grade to eighth grade. all of the boys in school got dared to slow dance with different girls and he picked me. it was an awkward four minutes of halo by beyonce but i loved him after that. he was funny. and cute.” 

“did you date?” he asks. 

“oh, of course not. he started liking this girl named kimi in eighth grade.” 

sukuna’s not exactly sure if this is the question he asked. but you keep going. and it’s intriguing to him nonetheless. 

“in my sophomore year of highschool, i had a crush on this guy named parker. he was kind of nerdy, like the stupid type? my english teacher would always put us in group projects together, and when i asked him why, he said it was because he wanted us to get married.” 

“that’s an appropriate thing to say to a fifteen year old.” sukuna bites. 

“no! my teacher had this dream to go to two of his students weddings, that met in his class.” 

“and what killed that extremely inapprorpiate dream, dead in its tracks?” 

“my best friend. we all somehow ended up in the same friends group our junior year. and they kind of started flirting. dated all the way till our freshman year of college.” you respond. 

sukuna curbs the question that comes to the forefront of his mind. because it occurs to him that his plausible answer to it, one that he despises, is exactly what’s going to be the answer. that if they liked each other, you were going to let them. despite the fact that you liked him first. 

“any more for me?” sukuna asks. 

“my first boyfriend was in my senior year of highschool.” 

sukuna feigns shock, as you fight the urge to laugh. 

“have we finally arrived to a real boyfriend?” 

you laugh, as you settle your hand into his underneath the table. there’s something so inviting about him, the way he’s hanging off the ends of your words and listening intently, that makes you continue. 

“we don’t speak his name.” you state. 

“oh?” 

“he’s not a good guy. we dated until….my freshman year of college. december. and we officially stopped talking the summer of my sophomore year.” you state. 

sukuna bites the urge to ask every question in his mind. on who this guy is, why you continued to talk to him almost an entire year after, and most importantly, why you haven’t talked to anyone else since. 

except for him anyways. for the first time, sukuna finds himself being the exception. in a way that’s favorable to him. 

“that’s all of them! your turn.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“that’s all?” 

“mhm! it’s kind of boring, i’m assuming. in comparison to you.” 

sukuna concludes one thing. that all three of these men, especially the last, were not deserving of you. in the slightest. and that each one had wrecked a sizeable amount of havoc. he curses himself for not paying attention when he was still there.

“oh definitely. you’d need to stay here all day if you wanted to here that.” 

you smile brightly. 

“that can be arranged.” you respond. 

sukuna leans forward, lips a few feet away from yours, before he speaks again. 

“you like to play hard to get, don’t you?” sukuna asks. 

“what? what do you mean?” 

sukuna places his hands on the rung of your chair, before pulling it flesh with his own. and he tests the waters, by placing his hand on your bare knee, right near the pleats of your black skirt. and he feels you instinctively press your legs together, but make no moves to push him off. 

“i didn’t make the list?” 

you swallow hard, entirely embarrassed. though, your first real crush you supposed is naturally the one that you’ve denied, vehemently, since you were four years old and yuuji asked you in passing. 

because when your eyes lingered on him for too long, after he fixed the wii controls and dutifully handed you both your controllers back - of his wii, that he was letting you play on - yuuji halfmindedly asked the question. 

why are you looking at him like that? do you like him or something? 

it was a joke, of course. because yuuji just asked so he could start the match of wii tennis while you weren’t paying attention. that in the rush of it, you never got to consider the answer to it in full. though you suppose there’s no better time to answer it than now. 

“i have this best friend. his name is yuuji.” you start. 

sukuna’s alarmed. so alarmed that he pulls his hand off of your thigh, retreating it behind his back. 

surely you didn’t really like yuuji. because that would stop whatever it was that was blooming right now. because he was not his brother, despite their identical pink hair. the farthest thing from it actually. 

“i met him when i was four. and i barged into his house because he wanted me to play wii with him. you see, his big brother didn’t really like to play with him so he figured that i was the next best thing.” you state. 

“he had greasy hands. so did you. it was disgusting.” he states. 

“and yuuji didn’t know how to turn on the game. or-or remember which one it was in. so he called his very cool, much older brother, to help us. i’d never met a six year old before, and naturally if i had, i wouldn’t have thought he was so cool.” 

“shut up.” 

sukuna desperately wants you to continue. 

“seemed like the real serious type. kind of quiet. dark blue shirt, black shorts. the socks that only go to your ankles. i didn’t even know that his name was sukuna until a few days later, when he walked with us to school. he didn’t even introduce himself to me.” 

“did you want to know him that badly?” 

“and he fixed the remote, obviously. had some six year knowledge we didn’t clearly. and-and he turned to me. gave me a smile before he handed one to me and walked away.” you state, shrugging at him. 

sukuna’s satiated with your answer. mostly because, it seems you seem to remember the ordeal in as excruticating detail as he has. that you were wearing a pink dress, gold earrings, and a ribbon in your hair. that your skin was the softest he had ever felt, that you were the first girl who had brushed fingers with him when he handed you the remote, save for his mom of course 

sukuna brings his hand back into your hair, feeling the fabric of the blue ribbon in your hair today, matching with the short cardigan that you were wearing. and he wants to keep this one too. yank it out of your hair and secure it to his keys next to the pink one he refused to return. 

sukuna looks down at the fabric, at your hair sprawled over your shoulder. he can make out the length of your collarbone from underneath your tanktop and settles his lips right into divot, before pressing a lingering kiss into your skin and feeling you keel over in his arms. 

“france.” he murmurs, right into your skin. 

“what’s that?” you ask, dazed from the contact. 

“i learned to make the french toast in france.”

he kisses up the length of your neck, making no inclination to stop even as you barely stutter your words out. and for the second time, can't resist and places his hands on your waist just to pull you straight on top of him.

"makes sense. that's just-just toast for them." you mumble.

sukuna can't help but laugh. he's never going to tire of you.

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an: ask for a part three I DARE you. (no I really don't but if I did write one reader is meeting sukuna's friends AND the guy who called her ugly ends up being one of them. anyways.)

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