WHEN You Subconciously Manhandle Them During Average Tasks. (Crack)

IDEAS

When you do a double take at a hot guy you guys walk past on the street! Ideally fem!reader, Crack/fluff/smut

Take a look at my post and tell me what you think it is😂🤭

no one will know which one it is.

Stronk

omg related to the fighting from 🐛 anon, what about R who CAN take them in a fight AND win 😼

also- can i be 🦘 anon :° )

Fight me… PT. 2

➛ feat. Gojo, Geto & Nanami

➛ warnings: none

And yes you absolutely can be the 🦘 anon

Y’all don’t realise how my face beamed at the first sign of angst. UNEXPECTED SURPRISE I LOVE ANGST YUMYYURSHSH👹😋

Ribeye with mashed potatoes

Being in a relationship with Sukuna had its challenges, especially when it came to his routines. So when you misplaced his gym bag by accident, it turned into a big deal. He was already thirty minutes late to his session—something he absolutely hated—and now, he was in a foul mood. Sukuna despised losing anything, even time.

He was petty about it too, giving you the silent treatment for an entire day. By the middle of the second day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

"Baby, I said I’m really sorry, mm? I swear I won’t touch it again, I swear on my heart," you pleaded, raising your hand in a promise.

Still, nothing. He didn’t even look at you. You had been racking your brain for a way to make him forgive you, and finally, you found the answer—food.

His favorite meal: ribeye steak, mashed potatoes, and a cold beer. He loved to eat, and if this didn’t fully earn his forgiveness, it would at least make him smirk. Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek—though he barely reacted—you rushed to grab your bag and keys, hurrying to your car to do some shopping.

Meanwhile, Sukuna had gone to take a nap, expecting to wake up and find you at home, doing whatever you normally did. Yeah, he was annoyed about the bag, but at this point, he knew he was just being grumpy. He also knew that from now on, you wouldn’t touch his stuff.

But when he woke up three hours later, you still weren’t home. No text. No call. Nothing. He couldn’t even check your location.

By the fifth hour, his stomach twisted in knots. Something felt wrong. The kind of wrong that sent a cold chill creeping down his spine. He was getting sick just thinking about it.

Then came a knock at the door.

When he opened it, he was met with two police officers, both looking tense. For a moment, they hesitated, almost startled by the sheer size of the man answering the door.

"Good afternoon, sir. Are you Ryomen Sukuna?" one of them asked.

"Yeah?" His voice was sharp, questioning. He didn’t have time for this—his mind was already racing. His heartbeat was erratic, pounding against his ribs. He just knew something wasn’t right. A dreadful, ice-cold sensation washed over his back.

"Sir, I’m really sorry to inform you, but we found a car registered to this residence crashed on the rode. Unfortunately… there were no survivors. The only things recovered were a phone and an identification card. We need you to come with us to identify the body. We’ll give you a minute."

The moment Sukuna heard "I’m sorry," his ears started ringing.

His chest tightened, fingers curling into fists. It felt like a cement block had been shoved down his throat, lodged deep in his lungs, leaving no room to breathe. No room to make a sound. His vision blurred at the edges, his mind rejecting the words being spoken to him.

He tried to blink—yeah. Any second now, he’d wake up from his nap. There was no other explanation. No. Life wouldn’t do this to him. No, yeah. He’d wake up, shake off this nightmare, run downstairs, and find you there. You’d smile at him, and he’d wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your neck, whispering apologies for being so damn spoiled—for getting mad over a fucking gym bag.

That was it. He’d been too spoiled, and this was just his wake-up call.

But he still wasn’t breathing. His vision swam, black spots creeping into the edges. He didn’t even feel himself swaying, but one of the officers must have noticed—because before he could crumble, a firm hand caught his arm, steadying him.

"Sukuna—sir, you need to sit down."

But he couldn’t move. Couldn’t listen.

Because this wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

It took the officers an hour to get Sukuna to calm down just enough. He hadn’t even been breathing properly—they had to teach him how to work his lungs again. Every inhale was jagged, every exhale was forced, as if his body had forgotten how to function.

They had seen a lot in their line of work, but watching this—this was something else entirely. On any normal day, with his looks and presence, he might’ve been a suspect. But right now? Right now, he just looked like a man who had lost everything.

What they didn’t see, however, was you.

You had managed to walk all the way home. It was a long journey—an hour by car, so you could only imagine how long it had taken on foot. Your body ached, exhaustion settling into your bones, but the moment you saw the flashing lights of a police car in front of your home, you pushed through.

Your pace quickened into a jog. Why were they here?

The front door was already open.

And then you saw him.

Sukuna was on the floor, sitting with his back against the wall, his face void of any color. Two officers knelt beside him, speaking to him in low, careful tones.

Your brows furrowed. Since when did he get buddy-buddy with the cops?

But then you saw the way he was gripping his own arms, his fingers digging into his skin like he was holding himself together by sheer force alone. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his eyes empty, like he wasn’t even seeing what was in front of him.

Something was very, very wrong.

It seemed none of them had noticed you yet, too caught up in whatever was happening inside. You stood there for a moment, confusion twisting in your gut before finally knocking on your own door.

"Excuse me… what is going on?"

The room fell into a deafening silence.

Sukuna’s head snapped up so fast it was almost inhuman. The officers turned, their expressions shifting from shock to pure disbelief.

But nothing—nothing—could compare to the way Sukuna looked at you.

At first, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared. Like his brain couldn’t process what his eyes were seeing. Like you were a ghost standing at the threshold of his grief.

Then, all at once, the tension in his body snapped. He was on his feet before you could blink, shoving past the officers like they weren’t even there.

"I—" His voice cracked, raw and broken. His breathing was still uneven, his chest heaving. "You’re—What—"

Before you could respond, he yanked you into him, burying his face in your neck. His entire body trembled against yours, gripping you so tightly it was as if he thought you'd slip away if he let go.

You had never been this confused before—until you felt it.

Sukuna was sobbing. Not the quiet, restrained kind. No, gut-wrenching, broken sobs wracked his entire body. His grip tightened, his weight pressing against you as if he had completely given up.

You had never seen him cry. Not like this. Sure, maybe a few tears at your wedding—happy ones. But now? His cries were raw, pained. The sound of it made your chest ache, your throat tighten. Unknowingly, your own tears welled up, threatening to spill as your hands instinctively cradled the back of his neck.

His legs buckled, bringing both of you to the ground, but he didn't let go. He couldn’t.

You ran your fingers through his hair, whispering softly, "It’s okay, love…it’s okay."

But it wasn’t okay. Not for him.

Sukuna only held you tighter, his ragged breathing hot against your skin. His entire body shook, and you could feel his heartbeat pounding erratically, as if he was still trying to convince himself that this was real—that you were real.

"I thought—" he gasped between sobs, his voice completely wrecked. "They said—they told me you were dead."

Your breath hitched.

Dead?

You pulled back just enough to see Sukuna’s face, his tear-streaked expression raw and panicked.

"Baby, I lost the car at the market," you began, voice shaking but determined to explain. "I parked it, but it was gone... my bag and my phone were in there too. I couldn’t report it right away."

You glanced at the officers behind him, their presence almost felt like a distant blur.

Sukuna was still tense, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, the emotions warring inside him. His grip on you hadn’t loosened and he wasn’t speaking. The air around him was still suffocating with the weight of his worry and pain.

The officer behind him spoke up, his voice professional but clearly aware of the severity of the situation.

"Ma’am, it seems there’s been a huge miscommunication. We found the car crashed on the road, and there was someone inside. The vehicle was registered to this address, and the identification card we found belonged to you. We came to inform your husband."

Sukuna’s body tensed all over again, his hands gripping you tighter as the weight of the officer's words settled over him like a crushing wave.

The air felt too thick. Your mind was still piecing together the disorienting puzzle, but one thing was clear: Sukuna wasn’t breathing any easier. His mind was still in a spiral, and even with the explanation, he wasn’t calming down.

"It’s okay, Suku." You whispered, trying to soothe him as much as yourself. "I’m here now. I’m really here."

But even as you spoke, he still couldn’t let go of you, his body shaking, struggling to grasp the reality that was just as twisted and confusing for him as it was for you.

The officer, sensing the tension in the air, took a small step back, choosing his words carefully. "Ma’am, it’s important that we make sure everything is resolved properly. We’ll need to keep an eye on the car accident, but… there’s nothing more we need from you at this point." At that they left, leaving you with sukuna who is in pieces.

You lay on the marble floor, gently rubbing his back, trying to soothe him. Just when you thought he’d calmed down, his body would shake again, and he’d sob. You felt a pang of guilt deep in your chest, knowing you were the cause of this.

"…over a gym bag," he muttered, his voice muffled against your neck. He repeated the words, as if trying to make sense of it all. "Why did you go? Why did you leave me?"

You tried to joke, desperate to ease the tension, to lighten the mood. "I was going to make you a ribeye steak with mashed potatoes and a cold beer. And beg on my knees to be forgiven by my lord husband."

There was a long silence. You felt him tense against you for a moment before he responded, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry you married someone like me, Y/N..."

The sincerity in his words hit you like a wave. You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your heart aching for him. Sukuna was not one to show weakness, yet here he was, completely undone. You knew he didn’t mean that—he was just lost in his guilt.

"Don’t say that," you whispered, cupping his face gently. Your thumb brushed over his skin, wiping away any trace of tears that still lingered. "I’m not sorry I married you. I’m sorry we let something so small get in the way of us."

He shook his head, his eyes clouded with doubt. "I messed up. I got mad over something so stupid."

You let out a soft sigh, your voice full of warmth. "It doesn’t matter. We both messed up."

"I felt like they took out my soul and burned it," he muttered, his voice strained with the weight of his emotions. "I... I don’t know how to bind you to me more than marriage. But it feels like none of it matters. How can I keep you forever? Should I build you a house in my heart? Make you tiny and keep you there, never letting you out of my sight again? Never."

His voice cracked with raw desperation, the vulnerability in his words almost unbearable. You could hear the depths of his fear—fear of losing you, of not being enough.

"I'm just so scared," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, "that I’m not enough. That I'll lose you."

You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his, your breath mingling. "You’re more than enough," you whispered. "You’re everything to me, Sukuna. Nothing’s going to change that."

His eyes, bloodshot and raw from the tears he’d shed, searched yours with an intensity that made your heart ache. He cupped your face gently, his touch almost reverent, as though he was afraid to touch you too much in case you vanished.

"You really mean that?" he asked, his voice cracking again, the uncertainty still hanging in the air.

"More than anything," you said, your hands moving to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your fingers. "You are my world, Sukuna. Always have been."

For a moment, there was only silence between you two, the weight of everything hanging in the space around you. Then, slowly, as if testing the waters, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss—slow, hesitant, as if he was afraid it might shatter everything.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours again, his breathing still shaky. "I don’t deserve you," he whispered.

"Don't say that," you murmured, your hands still tracing the lines of his chest, grounding him, reassuring him. He let out a shaky breath, his grip on you tightening. "Promise me you won’t leave. Promise me you won’t ever leave me."

"I promise," you said, the words filled with all the conviction in the world. "I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever."

And with that promise, he finally allowed himself to relax, his body leaning into yours as he exhaled a breath of relief.

Another victim…😹😻🫶🏻

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YES.

messy-haired Yuji with his mouth slightly open, drooling on your chest, with your hand caressing his tangled pink hair.

you let out a sigh, feeling his weight on your body as he was the most relaxed in your chest.

his eyes slowly opening, just to put his arms around your waist, "did you just wake up to hug me?" a little smirk grew on Yuji, nodding slightly, raising his leg and placing it on your hip, holding on to you like a koala.

GLOW UPP!!!!😽😻🙌🏼🫶🏻

LOVE THIS. my core frfr

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 🥹🥹🥹 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.

No crumbs were left. What? Crumbs? What crumbs?

Sukuna Out Here Street Fightin', Where You Attttt?

Sukuna was, as always, a walking disaster. Sassy, mean, selfish, and egotistical—he never missed a chance to remind you (and the entire world) how lucky you were to be dating him. And sure, no one ever talked about how he begged you to date him, but he'd somehow rewritten that history in his head. You had to roll your eyes every time he casually flexed in the mirror or commented on his “godlike physique” while you were just trying to make breakfast.

After you two got together, Sukuna calmed down—just a bit, though. A tiny bit. The only reason for that was because you were a homebody, and he was obsessed with you. He hated being away for more than two seconds, so his usual chaos-making was put on pause. For the most part. But when he did get out of the house, you practically had to beg his friends to drag him out so they could spend some time with him.

Of course, you knew he’d only last an hour. Two hours max if he was feeling especially “generous,” as he called it. Any longer, and he’d be banging on the door, demanding your attention again.

Today was one of those days. He’d been gone for, what, a whopping ninety minutes? Just as his friends were getting comfortable, Sukuna’s phone rang. His smirk immediately appeared when he saw your name flash on the screen.

"What is it, woman? Miss me already?"

He didn’t even wait for a response as he strolled toward his car, leaving his friends mid-conversation. Honestly, how they put up with his attitude was a mystery. Then again, they probably liked the peace and quiet when he wasn’t talking their ears off about how amazing he was.

"Sukuna," you started, sounding serious—an instant red flag for him. "Do you want to fight?"

That stopped him in his tracks. Sukuna, fight? Oh, he was born for this. He practically lived for it. The guy was ready to throw hands with anyone over anything. His blood practically sang at the idea.

His voice dropped to that dangerous tone he reserved for anyone dumb enough to get on his bad side. "What happened? You okay?"

"My friend's boyfriend cheated on her, and now he's coming to our place, blaming me for her breaking up with him. He's talking mad crazy… and I think he's bringing his friends."

The sheer nerve of someone thinking they could show up at your place, running their mouth? That was enough to set him off.

Sukuna paused mid-step, his smirk widening as a new thought popped into his head. He turned around, giving his friends that mischievous glint in his eye. “Oi, you deadbeat! You up for a good fight?”

His friends, lounging around and probably grateful for the brief respite from his constant boasting, blinked in confusion. One of them, clearly not paying attention, tilted his head. “Wait, what?”

Sukuna sighed dramatically, rubbing his temple like he was dealing with toddlers. "God, what was his name? Toji? Yeah, you!" He pointed at one of the guys, who was just minding his business. “Do you good one and two and get over here.”

Toji, looking completely lost, raised an eyebrow. “Do I… what?”

Sukuna waved his hand impatiently, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, doesn’t matter. There’s a bunch of losers heading to my place right now, and they think they can start something. Just get in the fucking car."

Without waiting for them, he turned his attention back to you on the phone, fully aware you’d heard everything. The grin on your face said it all—you thought he was an idiot. And, to be fair, he kind of was. A complete dumbass, really, but he was your dumbass.

“Tell me when they get there. Don’t open the door and stay quiet. I’ll be there in five,” he commanded, like this was some kind of action movie and he was the hero swooping in.

You stifled a laugh. “Okay, just… don’t speed, Sukuna. I’m serious.” There was a pause before you softened your voice, feeling a little bit ridiculous, but still… “Love you.”

For a second, Sukuna’s smirk faltered, replaced by the slightest hint of a softer expression. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Now hang up—I’ve got idiots to deal with.”

And just like that, the dangerous, cocky grin was back on his face as he threw his phone onto the passenger seat and revved the engine.

His friends, barely in the car, exchanged knowing glances. “How is she not sick of him yet?” one of them muttered, earning a chuckle from the rest.

But Sukuna? He didn’t hear a word.

Both groups arrived at the same time, but Sukuna didn’t even bother parking the car properly—he just flung open the door and stepped out like a man on a mission. His friends followed suit, stepping out with the same resigned energy of people who knew this was just another day with Sukuna. You, of course, knew how this would go. You’d seen it before. Sukuna didn’t waste time with trash talk or back-and-forth. He had one method: charge in, swing hard, and make sure whoever stood in front of him regretted it.

As soon as Sukuna’s feet hit the ground, the ex barely had time to blink. Sukuna was already charging at him like a freight train, too big, too fast, and with hands ready to do damage. The ex-boyfriend, who had been talking big earlier, didn’t even get a chance to throw a punch. Sukuna was all over him.

But oh, Sukuna wasn’t just satisfied with beating the guy. No, he had to taunt him too—classic Sukuna. You’d heard stories about him making grown men cry just from his sharp tongue mid-fight, and you were about to witness it firsthand.

The fight escalated quickly, turning into a full-blown brawl. Sukuna’s friends, seeing the ex’s crew trying to get involved, jumped into the fray without hesitation. It was chaotic, fists flying everywhere, but Sukuna? He was having the time of his life, grinning while easily handling the ex-boyfriend.

From your spot on the porch, you were already recording everything on your phone, laughing at how ridiculous but utterly entertaining the whole scene was. The ex had been running his mouth earlier, acting tough, but now? Now he was getting mopped. And it was all on camera.

Then it happened—mid-fight, the ex tried to get a cheap shot in and managed to rip Sukuna’s white shirt, exposing his tattooed, sweaty chest. You saw your moment.

"Take the shirt off, baby!" you shouted, laughing.

Without even pausing, Sukuna grinned like the showman he was, ripping the rest of the shirt clean off while still stomping the ex into the ground. The guy didn’t stand a chance.

Sukuna, never one to miss an opportunity to show off, turned his whole body toward you, flexing like he was on stage, showing off his v-line, his insane tattoos, and that perfectly sculpted body. He knew exactly what he was doing, and honestly, so did you.

“Get ready for me when I finish beating his ass,” Sukuna called out to you with a wink, before turning back to his poor opponent, who was probably regretting every decision that led him here.

You couldn’t stop laughing, capturing every second on your phone. It was ridiculous, it was over-the-top, but it was also just another day with Sukuna.

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sukuna calling toji deadbeat is my favorite thing

When they see you in a crop top or bikini for the first time and you have washboard abs! (Crack, smut if you want) fem!reader