POV: You are trying to escape, but he thinks you just want to play cat and mouse
Merry Christmas everyone!
(Can this be prequel-ish everyone?)
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noted: I got inspired by this pic, soooo.... š noted 2: someone continues the story pls--
warning: Satoru himself, BLOOD
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Being the bane of sukunas existence as you're his girlfriend because you act like a perverted old man around him... he kinda digs it tho, its mildly hilarious and he doesn't dislike the unhinged attention (he tries to be so lowkey about it)
Every once in a while, you'll caress his behind or fondle his big boobily man breasts, the same way he does to you. he was only stunned at first - now he is completely unphased by your sneaky little hands.
he texts you, asking you what you want for dinner, and he's not surprised when the answer is "i want you oiled up and naked in bed by the time i get home". then he just replies with "making pasta"
Big obnoxious smacking noises when you kiss him all over, and sukuna just lets you be, he'll be sitting on the couch turning the tv on and here you come, smooching his cheek. sometimes, its the top of his head, other times, its his forehead or neck. if you do it too much though, you'll get covered with his bite marks in return.
when sukuna gets up to go to the toilet, you ask him if you can hold his peepee while he takes a piss, bc you saw a funny tiktok talking about it... he gives you a silent judgmental stare as he closes the door on your face. but behind it, he lets out the tiniest snort and shakes his head bc the idea of it is so ridiculous.
one time when you go outdoor camping with him you genuinely accidentally stumble close to sukuna who is taking a leak in the forest bush area and he catches you staring from behind as he's buttoning himself back up. and then he's chasing you down while you're screaming that it was an accident and that you only heard him peeing and didn't actually see anything. (not that you don't know what it looks like, anyway.)
when he's sweaty after a workout or some physical exertion, you'll definitely be approaching him deviously, talking about some "covered in flavour" type of bullshit... he'll push your face away and head into the shower but his ears are flushed with red.
just... sukuna who will let u mack on him endlessly bc he secretly doesn't hate the doting š„¹š„¹š„¹ and if you're not being obnoxiously lewd or affectionate?? thats when he knows something's up...
and obviously, every now and then you'll say something that makes him know that you're not just lusting over his body.
during a walk back home on a summer afternoon, you point upwards while holding his hand and looking up.
"sukuna, look. you're in the sky."
he reluctantly looks up, expecting some sort of dick shaped cloud or something like that. but there are no clouds in sight.
"what is there to look at?" he asks, quizzically.
"the colour, silly. when the sun's still setting, the sky always gets like this, around the same time everyday. the pretty pinkish colour, like your hair."
he turns silent and observes the sky for a minute. you call him silly, as if it's an everyday thing that you compare a person with the literal sky.
"it's my favourite time of the day..." you mumble, just barely audible to his ears. and something about the way you stand there, and speak so softly, makes you look so pretty to him. "i'll always think of you when the sun is setting."
"oh- but i think of you everyday regardless, i suppose."
he already knows that. he already knows you love him. why does he feel so flushed right now?
"alright, i get it. enough. let's continue home," he urges you, holding your hand tighter. you follow him down the street, like a puppy.
life couldn't feel more at peace right now, with your fingers interlocked with his, listening to you hum your favourite song on the way home, the street now covered with the orange light of the sunset.
"any ideas for dinner?" he asks, a few minutes after some silence.
"mmm..."
oh, he regrets asking the question now, fully knowing what's coming.
"i want your tatas in my mouth, please."
"tatas?" sukuna's asks with furrowed brows.
after bursting into laughter at the way he said it, you attempt to think up an actual food you want for dinner.
"...just for tonight." sukuna mutters.
"huh?"
"don't ask me again, i might change my mind."
"wait- really?"
let's just say, your mouth had a taste of heaven for the first time that night.
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Mash Burnedead x Reader (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):
Sometimes, Mash can't take his eyes off you. He's so focused on you, like your every move has him hypnotised; he looks at you like there's no-one else in his world. He wants to show you the garden in which his love grows, a love that's nurtured by your smile.
Your voice trickles like honey into his ears, and he swears he can hear it even when you go quiet. And then his eyes chase your lips, like he wants you to keep talking, to keep him hooked on this warm, fluffy feeling.
It was like one day you were a friend, and the next day something changed, like you came to him in a dream, and then he woke up in love.
You're in a rivalry with Lemon, who is invariably jealous when Mash shows that he prefers you. He called you pretty once and it was (Y/n): 1, Lemon: 0. She thinks you're tearing her fictitious little family apart, with deceit as your mother tongue.
But Mash trusts you. He'd put his life in your hands.
He didnāt know that love was made of a bouquet of emotions, and that one person could make him feel so happy, so protective, so comfortable. He's the first to stand up for you, and he'll be there when you cry.
He doesnāt know if you love him back, because you've never said it. But he's so dense that the eloquence of a thousand poets couldnāt tell him how you feel. He won't know unless you tell him it's love.
To Mash, you already feel like a couple. He hasnāt asked you out, nor said he loves you, but he's sure you're together. His heart is yours, and he thinks about you all the time: "I wonder what (Y/n)'s up to." "I wonder if (Y/n) would like this?" "I wanna hear their voice."
He doesnāt understand the nuances of love, but he wants to be your partner. You're his special person. He wants to do the things that lovers do, to take you on dates and spend time alone with you. But you'll have to teach him what comes next.
You make every day so bright, and he loves his life much more with you in it.
He doesnāt need to be the world's hero, when it's enough just being yours.