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WILL YOU LET ME RIDE SHOTGUN? SHOTGUN....
pair: outlaw! sukuna x outlaw! reader
synopsis: You and Sukuna are one of the biggest outlaws in the entire county, no one has ever caught the two of you and you're confident that they never will...at least not with you by his side.
[ The leather seat of the muscle car squeaks underneath you, knees straddling either side of him. It's just you and him — two bodies heated in the middle of nowhere. You can still taste the whisky on his lips from last night and just from the memory you already feel drunk from his kisses. Your limbs go hazy, incapable of preventing yourself from being intoxicated by Sukuna. ]
tags: set in Wild West au i guess, reader is obsessed with sukuna, mentions of blood, sheriff!gojo, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death and killing bc what do you expect from a pair of outlaws??, reader gets jealous and overprotective, they make out!!
word count: 3.1k
a note from angel: this had been in my drafts for months, i hope you enjoy,,, i don't anticipate in writing another part... feel free to listen to the song, i was heavily inspired by the lyrics!!!
art cred to @tessuesh
One, two, three, four.
That was how many gunshots you heard from the car.
You figure that this guy must have done something or, most likely, said something stupid to piss Sukuna off because he never uses more than one bullet unless its deserved.
Five times out of ten it's usually deserved though.
From the passenger’s seat the sun rays bore down on you with no mercy, only adding emphasis to the boxy scent of the muscle car. To keep yourself company you inspected the amount of cash that you had acquired, letting out a tut as the notes flick through your fingers.
Ah, he came up 400 dollars short, you think. That's why the four bullets.
i do think it says a lot about you if hate an important informative episode of a show just because it had "no action". at most personal level, your brain is fried. at societal level, this is why shows are so being turned into 6 episode no character development spectacle.
He's a retired murderer running a true crime podcast, and you, a simple listener, think his voice is really soothing, it has you floating away from the harsh reality of your disturbingly wretched marriage. One day you gather enough courage to send him an e-mail claiming to want his help for a fiction you're writing.
cw: mention of domestic violence, minor violence description, it's all cool and dandy but he's kinda bad idk what you expect from this man atp art: sukufalke
Sukuna keeps his studio small because he hates wasted space.
A big room invites clutter, invites comfort, invites the kind of softness that makes people lazy.
This one is a box with foam panels and sharp corners, a desk that holds a mic, an interface, a monitor, and a second screen reserved for the chat he pretends not to read.
There’s a cheap couch that never gets used, a mini fridge that never gets stocked with anything that can rot, and a single framed print on the wall — an anatomical sketch of a ribcage that looks like it belongs in a medical textbook.
It’s a joke that only he finds funny.
it really hurts when ppls say shoko didn’t care about gojo or wasn’t close to geto or gojo,, like just by the amount of cigarettes, the messy room and her disassociative expression like she is stressed and worried out of her mind not to mention the ptsd of seeing her old friend being used and having hidden inventory memories come back like she does care and i think her abandoning her smoking habit at the end of the manga also shows her grief but she moves on — i would rather that than her being sad for the rest of her life idk her situation reminds me of Levi from aot being the only one in his trio who survived it’s bittersweet but they keep living
WILL YOU LET ME RIDE SHOTGUN? SHOTGUN....
pair: outlaw! sukuna x outlaw! reader
synopsis: You and Sukuna are one of the biggest outlaws in the entire county, no one has ever caught the two of you and you're confident that they never will...at least not with you by his side.
[ The leather seat of the muscle car squeaks underneath you, knees straddling either side of him. It's just you and him — two bodies heated in the middle of nowhere. You can still taste the whisky on his lips from last night and just from the memory you already feel drunk from his kisses. Your limbs go hazy, incapable of preventing yourself from being intoxicated by Sukuna. ]
tags: set in Wild West au i guess, reader is obsessed with sukuna, mentions of blood, sheriff!gojo, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death and killing bc what do you expect from a pair of outlaws??, reader gets jealous and overprotective, they make out!!
word count: 3.1k
a note from angel: this had been in my drafts for months, i hope you enjoy,,, i don't anticipate in writing another part... feel free to listen to the song, i was heavily inspired by the lyrics!!!
art cred to @tessuesh
One, two, three, four.
That was how many gunshots you heard from the car.
You figure that this guy must have done something or, most likely, said something stupid to piss Sukuna off because he never uses more than one bullet unless its deserved.
Five times out of ten it's usually deserved though.
From the passenger’s seat the sun rays bore down on you with no mercy, only adding emphasis to the boxy scent of the muscle car. To keep yourself company you inspected the amount of cash that you had acquired, letting out a tut as the notes flick through your fingers.
Ah, he came up 400 dollars short, you think. That's why the four bullets.
WILL YOU LET ME RIDE SHOTGUN? SHOTGUN....
pair: outlaw! sukuna x outlaw! reader
synopsis: You and Sukuna are one of the biggest outlaws in the entire county, no one has ever caught the two of you and you're confident that they never will...at least not with you by his side.
[ The leather seat of the muscle car squeaks underneath you, knees straddling either side of him. It's just you and him — two bodies heated in the middle of nowhere. You can still taste the whisky on his lips from last night and just from the memory you already feel drunk from his kisses. Your limbs go hazy, incapable of preventing yourself from being intoxicated by Sukuna. ]
tags: set in Wild West au i guess, reader is obsessed with sukuna, mentions of blood, sheriff!gojo, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death and killing bc what do you expect from a pair of outlaws??, reader gets jealous and overprotective, they make out!!
word count: 3.1k
a note from angel: this had been in my drafts for months, i hope you enjoy,,, i don't anticipate in writing another part... feel free to listen to the song, i was heavily inspired by the lyrics!!!
art cred to @tessuesh
One, two, three, four.
That was how many gunshots you heard from the car.
You figure that this guy must have done something or, most likely, said something stupid to piss Sukuna off because he never uses more than one bullet unless its deserved.
Five times out of ten it's usually deserved though.
From the passenger’s seat the sun rays bore down on you with no mercy, only adding emphasis to the boxy scent of the muscle car. To keep yourself company you inspected the amount of cash that you had acquired, letting out a tut as the notes flick through your fingers.
Ah, he came up 400 dollars short, you think. That's why the four bullets.
thinking about sukuna and his overpowering scent kink. you find him sniffing your dirty panties after you get in the shower. tongue rolling over the damp little spot you left there, other hand wrapped around his thick, hard cock. he’s inhaling DEEEP, eyes all shut and his chest puffed out. or or or his nose GLUED to your armpit as he ruts into the couch, tip just leakingggggg. practically groaning into your skin. bonus points if you didn’t shower yet that day. oh that big dirty freak
