Hi!! I Dont Know If Its Been Requested Already But Could You Do The Fake Boyfriend Thing With Draken

hi!! I don’t know if it’s been requested already but could you do the fake boyfriend thing with draken please?? each and every part of these series made my day, thank you for sharing your writing with us!!☺️💖

hiii, thank you so much for patiently waiting! <3 i hope you’ll enjoy this, nonnie! 💕

RYUGUJI KEN “DRAKEN” FT. “CAN YOU PLEASE PRETEND TO BE MY BOYFRIEND FOR A WHILE?”

pairing. post timeskip!draken/f!reader

contains. fake dating au, friends with benefits au, explicit language, rich!reader, post timeskip!draken, the setting is timeskip but draken is still friends with mikey because i want to :<

notes. thank you to everyone who’s been enjoying this mini series (?) so far! i have couple of characters lined up in this trope so make sure to wait for it <3 if you happen to enjoy reading this, please don’t hesitate to reblog! rbs will help me a lot and will be highly appreciated! <3 thank you so much 💗‼️

“Ken!”

Draken stares up from his phone after hearing someone calling out his name. It’s not like he needs any confirmation of who it came from because he can quickly recognize that voice anywhere but because of confusion, he looks up.

“Hm? Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked, locking his phone and putting it aside to focus his attention on you.

“Ah!” Mikey dramatically sighs. “I thought you’re Mitsuya. Got my hopes up for a second right there,” he pouted.

“Mitsuya?” you raise a brow, “Why? Is there something wrong?”

Nahoya caught your attention by chuckling. As usual, he’s shooting you his infamous wide grin, his eyes turning into crescents as he does so.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong, Y/N! Mitsuya’s the one we asked to buy all the food that we want so Mikey’s been sulking since he's taking so long.”

“Oh… is that so?”

Now that he mentioned it, when you start looking around you see that Draken’s friends are currently hanging out in his apartment right now.

“Y/N.”

The low grumble of voice snatches your attention. Turning your head around, you’re met with Draken’s eyes. He’s lounging on the sofa, manspreading and completely relaxed as he leans on the soft cushion of the sofa.

“What brings you here? I thought we’re supposed to meet the day after tomorrow?” he cocks his head to the side then a smirk plays on his lips, “Don’t tell me you came to see me early because you’re very horny?”

“Jesus,” a new voice speaks up.

Chifuyu and Takemichi entered the apartment. Takemichi’s face is flushed because of what he heard while Chifuyu is shaking his head because of disappointment.

“Filter your words next time, Draken,” Pah-chin laughed.

“I’m actually not here for that so put your dick away,” you dismissively wave your hand at him, biting back at the teasing that he threw at you earlier.

“Guess some other time, then?” Draken grins at you.

“Sure,” you laugh.

“So? What is it? Why are you here?”

You watch how Draken scoots a bit so you can have space where you can sit after he sees you walking towards him. Once you’re finally seated, he shifts in his seat so he can stare at you properly, an arm draped at the armrest of the couch, almost touching your shoulder.

“Be my boyfriend for a while,” you said, voice laced with nothing but seriousness.

“Uh…” he stares at you, “What?”

You heaved out a deep sigh. “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a while.”

“Mhm,” Draken hums, holding his chin, “For what, though?”

“There’s this gala that I need to attend this Friday. Remember the heir of the hotelier that I told you about?”

“Hmm, yeah,” Draken drawled out, his fingers finding your shoulder as he mindlessly traced shapes and figures on it.

“Well, he’s going to be there and I don’t really wanna deal with him since the last time that we’re at the same party together my name got plastered in multiple tabloids while being connected to him because that motherfucker continues to insinuate that we’re dating,” you puff out your cheeks, brows furrowing as you finish what you’re saying.

Draken chuckled, his hand coming up to the side of your face so he can pinch the soft skin.

“You already made a statement that you’re not dating so,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“You don’t understand, Ken,” you groan as you cover your face using your hands while you hear Draken laughing in the background.

Staring up at him, you can feel your frustrations dripping out of you. “He’s really annoying. Won’t stop pestering me just because my parents take a liking to him. As if that’ll magically make me like him as well.”

Draken’s gaze softens as he continues staring at you. “I don’t do parties, sweet cheeks. Especially the fancy ones you’re always attending to. You know, filled with obnoxious, spoiled, rich people.”

“We’re not going to interact much with most of them, don’t worry!”

Draken gives you a funny look. “Bunny, I doubt that. You’re literally the heiress of the largest telecommunication company in the country. There’s no way the people in there won’t come and try to talk to you. Not to mention you’re stringing along a dude with a shaved head with a tattoo inked in it. I’m a hundred percent sure they’ll be curious as fuck.”

Your bottom lip jutted out after hearing his response and Draken can’t help but be amused because of the behavior you’re showing him right now. He reaches his hand over to pinch your pouting lips only for you to swat it away, clearly pissed.

“Ken, please? I promise we’re not gonna stay there for long! I just really need to attend the gala because my parents have a business trip on that day! I’ll be beside you the whole evening, I swear! Just please help me out a bit? Pretend to be my boyfriend for a while so I won’t have my name in another rumor in the tabloids anymore.”

“And you think you’re not going to experience that if you bring me there?” Draken quirks his brow.

“Better to be you than that annoying man,” you scoff

Draken mockingly coos at you. “I never knew you love me this much.”

“Oh, shut up!” you laugh.

“But whatever, fine,” you heard Draken sighing, now his fingers are busy playing with the hem of the top you’re wearing.

“Wait — really?” you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, really. I’m counting on you in the part where we won’t be bothered a lot in that gala,” he narrowed his gaze at you.

“I promise! Thank you so much for doing this, Ken!” you smiled at him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. By the way, are you gonna stay long? You can hang out with us.”

“Not tonight. Sorry. I have paperworks I need to sign.”

“Okay, cool. Just text me about the details of the gala.”

You hum as you lean closer to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’ll see you soon, boyfriend,” you winked and Draken just snorted in response.

Friday came quickly. You told Draken that the two of you should arrive at the gala together. That's why he goes to your house first so the both of you can go to the event using your car.

He’s fixing the tie he’s wearing as he waits for you to come down. Draken arrived early and the maid told him that you’re still getting ready. That's why he waited in the living room.

“Wow… you look so good.”

Draken hears the surprised tone laced in your voice.

When he whipped his head around, there he saw you, wearing a floor-length dress with a slit on the right side. The dress you're wearing is accentuating your curves, hugging your body in all the right places and the bust area must be tight because it’s showing a bit of your cleavage.

Draken always thinks you’re beautiful but now he's at a loss for words because of how gorgeous you look. He’s never gonna get tired of seeing you all dolled up. It does something inside him.

“Fuck me,” he breathed out which made you laugh.

“Later,” you wink as you take a step closer to him.

After seeing you in front of him, Draken stood up from his seat. Then he shamelessly raked his eyes up and down of your body, not minding that you can see him blatantly checking you out.

“Damn, bunny,” Draken groans, hand reaching over to your waist so he can pull you closer to him. “Just wanna remind you that it would be impossible for me to keep my hands off of you tonight because you absolutely look hot as fuck.”

“That’s fine,” you giggled, “We’re pretending to be dating after all so that’s alright.”

“Good,” Draken’s gaze landed on your chest. “Nice tits, by the way,” he boyishly smiled at you.

“Oh my god,” you shake your head, turning around so you can start walking out of the house. “Let’s just go.”

And Draken’s behind you, laughing as he added, “Love your ass as well, bun.”

“Shut up!”

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach the place where the gala will be held. It has been a few minutes left after the two of you have arrived but you’re still inside the car because Draken can’t stop fussing about his necktie.

“Just take it off if you’re not comfortable wearing one,” you said, watching in amusement because you’ve never seen this side of him.

“Will it be okay, though? I mean, I know that most of the time I don’t really give a fuck about anything but I don’t want to taint your name or anything so I want to be presentable.”

You laugh. “It’s fine, Ken. Not wearing a tie won’t drag my name through the mud so you’re good. Just remove it.”

“Fine.”

Draken removes the tie he’s wearing and a sigh of relief went out of his lips after doing so. He also unbuttoned a few buttons on the shirt he’s wearing underneath the coat. After that, he turned around to look at you, the tense air surrounding him earlier completely disappeared.

“This okay?”

“You look good so don’t worry.”

He snorted. “Who said I was worried? Come on, let’s go.”

After getting out of the car, the two of you — with you leading Draken — started walking to the entrance of the place.

“You ready?”

Upon entering, Draken’s eyes wandered around the place and he recognized some of the people in the area considering these are the same businessmen and women that he sees in the news.

“Alright. Here we go,” you muttered beside him.

Draken felt you linking your arm with his as you started guiding him to where the two of you should head over. He can’t miss the curious stares that the people are throwing at the two of you.

Draken wants to scoff because some of them are looking at him with disgust. Probably because of his choice of hairstyle. And most of all, it’s probably because of the big tattoo inked in his shaven head.

“Y/N!”

A cheerful voice called out your name. You stop in your tracks which made him stop as well. When Draken looks up, he sees that a girl is approaching you.

With an uninterested gaze, he roams his eyes around, looking for where the bar is located.

“Hi, Yumi!” he heard you greeting the girl.

“It’s nice to see you here! You look stunning! We didn’t see you at Shota’s birthday party.”

“Mhm… Oh, yeah! Shota’s party was held last Sunday, right? Sorry, I didn’t get to attend! I was busy doing something that day so,” you sheepishly smiled.

Draken racked his mind to think of what you could possibly be doing on a Sunday night because it’s usually your rest day then he remembered that you were at his apartment that day, legs thrown over his shoulder as he lapped at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

A smirk appeared on his face. What a nice night, indeed.

“Oh, that’s fine! At least you’re not missing this gala! By the way…” the girl trailed off. “Who is the guy beside you?”

Upon her inquiry, Draken’s gaze lands on the girl’s face and he can’t miss the way her eyes widened, lips parting a bit as she became flustered.

“This is my boyfriend. His name is Ken.”

“‘Sup,” he said in his low voice, offering the girl a short nod as an acknowledgment.

“U-uh,” the girl stammered, “B-boyfriend?” her stares are laced with panic as she trailed it back to you standing beside him, “I didn’t know you have a boyfriend… And I thought you’re dating Kento?”

“Ah!” you awkwardly laugh, “We’re not dating! It’s Ken I’m dating actually. We’ve been going out for a while,” you smiled at her.

“O-oh…” her gaze landed back on Draken and Draken can see how her eyes widened once again after meeting his gaze. “U-um…” she cleared her throat.

“That’s nice! Well, I should get going! It’s nice to see you again, Y/N! Enjoy the party!”

Yumi turns her heels around to walk away from the two of you. When she’s finally out of sight, Draken puts an arm around your waist so he can lead the two of you where the bar is located.

He’s been dying to have alcohol inside his body if he’s going to endure this gala.

“What’s with the sudden information bomb, bun?” Draken asked after recalling how you practically spewed all those lies one by one.

“Yumi’s a talker. There are probably showbiz reporters in here that are waiting for a scoop so to spread around the word immediately, Yumi will be our way,” you shrugs.

After reaching the bar, you grab a flute of champagne and Draken does too. A satisfied sigh left Draken’s lips after emptying the liquid inside the flute.

“Yumi likes you.”

“Mhm?”

Draken stares up at you, putting the flute down so he can put an arm around your waist again. Pulling you closer to him, he places his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“She got flustered after meeting you. That’s an indication that she’s interested in someone.”

“Yeah?” he croaked out, staring down at you.

You nodded your head at him.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re gonna play cupid on me now?” Draken lifts his eyebrow. “I hate to break it to you, sweet cheeks, but the only rich girl I can tolerate is you.”

A laugh escapes your lips as you shake your head at him. “I’m not going to! I just told you what I noticed.”

“I really don’t care so,” he shrugs.

“Oh, Y/N!”

An unfamiliar voice broke the conversation.

“Ah, shit…” Draken muttered under his breath. “Here we go...”

You only laugh at him then you turn around so you can talk to the person who called your name.

For the past hour, that’s the situation that’s currently playing in front of Draken. He already down four flutes of champagne because he doesn't think he can handle the exchange of conversation happening in front of him without the help of liquor.

Not to mention, some of these middle-aged businessmen with their obnoxious wives are staring at him with disdain as they confirm to you if you’re really dating him.

Just to piss some of the conservative and judgmental old women, his hand slid down your ass so he can give it a solid squeeze. A satisfied grin crossed his face after seeing them with pure horror on their faces.

“You’re such an asshole,” you laughed, swatting his hand away.

“What? It’s funny! Admit it,” he smirks at you.

You just shake your head at him.

“So, the gossip is true, huh? You really have a boyfriend.”

Both of you whip your head around to see who suddenly spoke. When Draken cast you a glance, he saw the resigned expression plastered in your face.

Looking back at the man in front, recognition shot him. This man is probably the Kento guy you’re talking about.

“Kento,” you greeted.

“Y/N,” the blonde guy nodded his head at you, “You look lovely as always. Care to introduce me to the man beside you?”

You link your arm with his. Draken’s gaze met the blonde’s.

“Kento, this is my boyfriend Ken,” you motioned towards him.

“It’s nice to meet you, man,” the blonde nods his head at him.

“Likewise,” Draken’s voice is curt when he responded.

“Have you introduced him to your parents, sweetheart?” Kento asked you.

“Um, yeah? Why?” you furrowed your brows.

“And? Did they approve of the relationship?”

The frown in your face deepened, not liking what Kento meant in what he said. He’s clearly belittling Draken just because he’s not part of the social circle that you’re in.

“My father actually likes him very much. They get along well because Ken’s knowledgeable about cars and motorcycles. And my mom absolutely adores him since they bonded over cooking and after he introduces new recipes to her.”

A smirk appeared on Draken’s lips. An arrogant stance overpowering his body as he stares at the blonde in front of him. A sadistic feeling of thrill filled his body after seeing the pissed expression on his face after hearing what you said and after seeing him basically mocking him.

“Well, I hope that he’s taking real care of you. I’m just concerned if he’s giving everything that you deserve considering he’s not within our circle.”

Draken scoffs. “You don’t have to worry about that, man. I’m taking care of my girlfriend’s well-being. Be it making sure that she’s getting enough rest, eating on time, or drinking enough water or making sure that she’s satisfied on how I fuck her just how she likes it so she can cum real nice and hard.”

“Ken!” you’re mortified as you stare at the man beside you. You also unconsciously slap his arm because of the shock that overtakes your body.

“What?” he looks at you. “Am I wrong?”

“Why would you —,” you didn’t even get to finish what you’re saying because of the embarrassment you’re feeling and all you could do is hang your head low to hide how you became flustered.

Draken chuckled. He leans in closer to place a chaste kiss on your temple. Then he looks back at the blonde in front of him. A pleased expression covers his whole face after seeing him being fueled by anger.

That’s what you get for being an asshole, he thinks.

“But hey, thanks for the concern, man! Don’t worry, her family and I are getting along well and my girlfriend’s doing well. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’d like to dance with her.”

With a mocking pat on Kento's shoulder, Draken tugs you along to the dance floor.

When the two of you are finally away from him, Draken holds your arms so he can make you face him. After doing so, he places your arms around his neck then his arms find solace in your waist.

Gently swaying along to the song, Draken tried to catch your gaze but you’re persistent to look away which made him laugh.

Pulling you closer to him, his hand finds the back of your head then he places it in his chest.

“Why are you even embarrassed, bun? Don’t worry, he’s a big boy he can handle a few explicit words,” a mischievous peal of laughter escapes his lips.

“I was just shocked, ‘s all. I didn’t even know you can say those words out loud,” you mumbled in his chest, arms going down so you can hug his waist instead.

“Mhm,” he hums, “I got pissed. That blonde is too high off his horse so I decided to drag him down. But anyway, thank you for standing up for me. That’s really nice of you.”

“Of course, I’ll stand up for you,” you stared up at him. “He’s literally belittling you in front of me and that’s already enough to make me angry.”

“Cute,” he chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose. “I was about to say something but then you said those words. Really appreciated that.”

“And besides, it’s true anyway. My parents adore you, Ken. And just because you’re not from our circle doesn’t mean they’ll not like you.”

Draken gives you a soft smile. “So, this is the price I have to pay if I’m going to date you, huh?”

“W-what…?”

“If I ever ask you out and if you ever agree to go out with me, I have to endure the beauty of being judged because I’m not rich like you,” Draken playfully scrunches his nose, “I think I can handle it, don’t you think?”

You can’t properly comprehend what he’s saying and the both of you have long stopped dancing after what he said. With surprised eyes, you’re gaping at the tall man in front of you.

“Date…? Going out…? Uh — what do you mean?”

Draken licks his lips. “Mikey told me something and it made me think, you know? He said that I really need to have a girlfriend and I need to stop pestering you every time I feel horny as fuck because you’re a busy person and all. So, Mikey said why not ask you out, right? Since we already know each other well given that we call each other every time we needed to fuck out the stress we’re feeling and I thought yeah why not, right?”

You’re too stunned to say anything hence why you just stared at him. That is until after you registered the words he said and you can’t help the chuckles spilling from your lips.

“Nice words to get across your points.”

“Hey, I tried,” Draken grinned at you, shrugging his shoulders. “So? Wanna go out on a date with me? I don’t think there’ll be a lot of changes in our relationship if we started dating, maybe aside from the fact that I’ll be part of this side of your world and you’ll be more in-depth in mine but aside from that it’ll pretty much just be the same.”

“You…” you trailed off, eyes staring at him with disbelief, “You really wanna go out on a date with me?”

“Why not? I like you, Y/N. I mean, aside from the great sex that we always have, you’re practically the closest person in my life right now. Hell, you’ve already seen every side of me. I’m already aware of everything about you. If you’re gonna think about it, we’re already practically dating even before, we just really didn’t address it.”

You remained speechless, just still looking at him.

“Also, I got pretty jealous after seeing those lousy bachelors trying to woo you. It just made me realize how selfish I am when it comes to you. I want you to be mine, bunny. If you don’t want to, it’s chill with me. You can also step away from me if you feel uncomfortable around me now, I understand. I just don’t wanna lose my chance, you know?”

A deep sigh fell from your lips.

“I want to date you,” you said.

A wide grin breaks in Draken’s face after hearing what you said. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled your wrist so he could wrap his arms around you.

“Thank fuck,” he breathed out. “Can’t believe I have to be your fake boyfriend first just to realized how much I fucking like you.”

“I’ve always liked you,” you confess, burying your face in his chest, feeling embarrassed because of what you revealed.

You heard Draken chuckling which made you feel your cheeks burning hotter.

“Yeah? Me too. I think even before all this I already like you. For now, let’s finish your gala before we talk about the details of our date.”

“Actually…” you look up at him. “I wanna go home now.”

“You sure, bunny?”

Draken strokes your cheeks.

“Yeah. I-I…” you feel your cheeks getting warmer, “I wanna go home with you,” you whispered.

“Then, we’ll go home,” he smiled at you, gaze softening. “You’re gonna stay at my place?”

“Yes. If that’s okay.”

“More than okay. Just gonna remind you that I don’t think I can stop myself once we’re back at my apartment. I don’t think I’ve ever said it enough but you really look good tonight, sweet cheeks,” the sides of his lips tug upwards, mirth pooling in your eyes.

A laugh fell from your lips. “I don’t mind.”

“Good. Now, let’s go home?”

Draken offered his hand. Intertwining your fingers with his, the two of you started walking out of the place.

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Change the Game and the Player

this part 2 yayyy continuation of anon ask of Gojo angst and Fluff Sukuna

Here is the first part > Hate the player and the game (can be read as stand alone but makes sense with previous part)

Characters: Ryomen Sukuna x blackfem!reader

Genre: Angst/fluff Warnings: Suggestive (16+), mentions of cheating, drinking (characters are 20+), jealousy, self destructive behaviour, aftermath of a break up, implied suicide, pregnancy, angst with a happy ending

Wc: 1k+ Song Inspo: Comfortable by H.E.R

a/n sorry it took so long to post but I didn't know how to start it but here we are now hope you enjoy and that this you were expecting from me

Satoru’s infidelity should have been expected, you should have seen it coming. However, you didn’t and now you were reaping the consequences. To say the breakup came at a terrible time of your life would be a lie. Your finals were coming up in 2 months but instead of studying and preparing yourself for the finishing touches of your education you were drowning your sorrows through alcohol and parties. You didn’t even bother attending classes anymore and you were pretty sure you weren’t even of the school system at this point. You were extremely behind on your rent and your life seemed to be falling apart by the second. They say once you hit rock bottom the only is up, but it seems that when Satoru threw you down there, he gave you a shovel instead of a rope and instead of climbing your way back up you dug even further down.

One month, one month was all you gave yourself to mourn him and get better. However, as that month turned into 6 weeks the pain didn’t subside even a bit but instead increased and now you were here ready to it end all. When he came. An angel that had fluffy pink hair.

Ryōmen Sukuna. He was an old acquaintance of yours, you guys were co-workers at a café near the college. He was always sweet to you and during that one-year you guys worked together you guys had grown close. You even had a smidge of a crush on him in one your tempts to get over Gojo at the beginning however nothing ever replaced the heart wrenching love you felt for Satoru.

So, as you took a step closer to the end you felt Sukuna’s hand around your waist pulling you back his mouth seemingly moving yet you couldn’t hear anything. It was all being muffled by the voices in your head, the hard rain that was falling and the thumping of your heart. As you both collapsed on the wet roof. Sukuna on top of you caging you to the floor stopping you from moving anywhere, protecting you from the rain. You zoomed in again on his face you noticed how his usually fluffy pink hair hasn’t upright but wet and stuck to face, his eyes that mostly showed joy only expressed sadness, pity and worry. His mouth that casually held a smile towards you was in a small frown and words seemed to be coming out of it. Finally, your ears seemed to be unblocked and his voice was being processed.

“Y/n, Y/n what’s going? Are you okay? What were you trying to do?” and a flurry of more questions of the same type were being said yet the only thing you could reply was “I wanted it to stop hurting.” You lowly said as you weakly clutched your wet t-shirt supponsingly where your heart is placed.

Seeing that you were clearly out of it and somewhat understanding you he stopped asking questions, picked you up bridal style and took you to his apartment.

When you reached the warmth of his small home you seemed to be in a trance not fully understanding the situation you were in, just following Sukuna’s command without further argument. So as he requested you to use his shower to warm up then get dressed to come eat you blindly done so. it was Sukuna’s turn to go shower as you ate now clean and dry wearing one of his joggers and hoodies you realised what you were going to do and the situation you put yourself in.

Tears slowly started cascading down your face as Sukuna entered the co-joined kitchen and living room whilst drying his hair. As he saw the tears that left your eyes he didn’t think twice and took quick towards you hugging you once you were in his vicinity. more tears were shed as you cried into his chest and felt his warmth you thought that maybe you would be okay once again.

Sukuna was a big help, he was patient, waiting until you were ready to open up. He helped you put your life on track again. First, he was there when you made the decision to get rid of anything that belonged to Gojo, he was the shoulder you cried on through that enduring process. He was also there to help you get back to school and catch up on all the work you missed and was with you during those late nights where you were cramming everything for exams the next day. He was the one that convinced your old boss to employ you once again. Bit by bit your life was getting back on track. So instead of you digging an even deeper hole you were climbing back up with the aid of the lifeline Sukuna gave you. By the time you were walking down that platform for graduation you could say you were better not fully okay but better.

For the next 2-3 years the journey of you finding yourself, loving yourself and being okay started and progressed all with Sukuna’s helping you throughout it. He quickly became anchor and someone that held a shining lamp when life got dark. He always treated you with love and respect and you slowly started falling for him. However, your love for him was different to yours to for Gojo. With Satoru love seemed intoxicating, sickling sweet like a candy you were deprived of, suffocating, a forbidden romance. Though with Sukuna it was light, something fulfilling, a breath of fresh air. He was the love you needed though you didn’t know you wanted it.

So when the prospect of building a family with him came about you were overjoyed. The announcement of your pregnancy and engagement was very much welcomed by your friends that with Sukuna’s aid you were once again in contact with again. Your parents cried tears of joy with the news and started planning out the wedding and even baby names.

One sunny June as you and Sukuna were going baby shopping even though you were already heavily pregnant at 8 months and had all the essentials you saw a tuff of white hair in the crowd. It reminded you a bit of Satoru but you didn’t dwell on it or the past anymore, so you pushed it to the back of your mind. You only looked forward at the future with Sukuna and your baby.

However, on the other side of the crowd Satoru saw you. He saw how your eyes gleamed with joy as Sukuna spoke to you a complete contrast to when he saw you last time. The love between the two of you was obvious and something he envied. Your pregnant belly being the obvious sign that he was forgotten and all he felt was sad, heartbroken that you had moved on. You seemed happy. Something he wasn’t, he missed you and just like you were before he was heartbroken, crying in the inside mourning how he forever lost his true love.

I feel like typing in compute at my desk really hurts my back I really don’t need back problems before I am 20 😒

Hi Guys sorry for my inactivity this week but I started college and I have just been trying to get into a rhythm of work and school so maybe another week or so I won’t post anything and for that reason here are some works and profiles you should read @dejwrites @rieka-archives @cocobutterbaby @hon3ybee-3 @crushsoli

And my previous reads and reccs are Substitute Teachers