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Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!
Hiiii i love your basketball au w/ sukuna sm!
Would you be ok with writting about reader and sukuna with him regretting letting you walk away after the last fight? With them actually getting together?
Ty for your time friend! ššø





Not the time to think about it pt.II


( ā” ) pairing : Basketball player!Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader
( ā” ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, kinda sad, age gap , idk bro , angst to fluff (??)
( ā” ) a/n : hi my love š Thank you for your request š¤ I love the idea of them actually getting together but of course Iāll make it a bit of angst š

Aftermath
You threw yourself into your studies, trying to drown in your textbooks, hoping that if you just worked hard enough, if you buried yourself deep enough in the endless pages of research and lectures, you could forget him.
But it never worked.
No matter how many nights you stayed up until dawn, staring blankly at words that blurred together on the the pages of your books, Sukuna was always there ā lingering in the back of your mind like a ghost.
The pain clung to you like a shadow. It wasnāt the sharp, immediate sting you felt when you had first confronted him, when his silence had confirmed your worst fear. No, this pain was quieter, more insidious. It seeped into every part of you, weighing down your chest until it was hard to breathe, until even the simplest things ā like hearing his name on TV or passing by the court where he practiced ā felt like a knife slowly twisting in your heart.
Every time you saw him, even from afar, it was like tearing open a wound that refused to heal. You would catch glimpses of him on campus, surrounded by his usual crowd, his laughter echoing through the air. And every time, you had to fight the urge to cry. Because to the world, he was still the same Sukuna ācharming, carefree, untouchable. But to you? To you, he was the man who had made you believe in something more, only to shatter it.
It felt cruel, how life continued as if nothing had changed, as if your world hadnāt crumbled the night you walked away. You tried to hate him, tried to convince yourself that he wasnāt worth this heartache. But no matter how much you tried to forget him, to erase the memory of his touch, his smile, his whispered promises, you couldnāt.
Nights were the hardest. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the silence pressing down on you ā it was in those quiet moments that the loneliness hit the hardest. You found yourself remembering the way his arms had felt around you, how you had felt safe, warm, loved, even if only for a fleeting moment. And now, all of that was gone, like smoke slipping through your fingers.
You would dream about him sometimes. In your dreams, things were different. He hadnāt hurt you, hadnāt broken your heart. In your dreams, he still loved you, and everything was as it should have been. But then you would wake up, and the cold reality would settle over you like a weight you couldnāt shake. The man you had loved ā the man you still loved āwasnāt coming back.
It was a cruel irony, really. The more you tried to move on, the more you felt trapped in the memory of what you had lost. You wanted to be angry, to scream, to let it all out. But instead, you simply existed, numb to everything except the quiet ache in your chest that reminded you, day after day, that he was gone, and you were left alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.
And the worst part ? The worst part was knowing that you had loved him so deeply, with everything you had, only to realize it hadnāt been enough. That no matter how hard you tried to be what he needed, in the end, you couldnāt save him from himself.
For Sukuna, life continued as it always had. He went through the motions ā attending practices, playing games, flashing that same arrogant smile for the cameras, surrounded by the fans and women who once made him feel untouchable. But now, none of it mattered. It all felt hollow, meaningless without you. The noise of the crowds became a distant hum, the adrenaline of winning a game nothing but a fleeting distraction from the aching void that had taken root in his chest.
At first, he had tried to shake it off, convincing himself that he didnāt need you ā that he could keep living the way he always had, unattached and carefree. But it didnāt take long for the weight of his guilt and regret to settle in, pressing down on him like an unrelenting force. Everywhere he turned, he saw you. In the empty spot on the couch where you used to sit during his late-night practices, in the way the sunlight streamed into his apartment in the mornings, reminding him of the quiet moments youād shared, tangled up in each other.
Every day, he replayed that night in his mind, the night you had looked at him with such raw vulnerability and asked the question that tore everything apart. "Did you cheat on me?" The silence that had followed felt like a lifetime, and now, every time he thought back to it, he wished more than anything that he had said something ā anything. That he had fought for you, begged for your forgiveness, told you he was sorry.
But he hadnāt. He had just stood there, frozen, letting the best thing that had ever happened to him slip through his fingers.
In the days that followed, Sukuna tried to fill the void with the same distractions he always had. He surrounded himself with people, went out to parties, flirted with women who threw themselves at him. But nothing felt the same. The momentary highs only left him feeling more empty, more alone. He found himself searching for you in every crowd, his eyes scanning for that familiar warmth, that quiet presence that had once brought him a sense of peace he didnāt even know he was missing.
The nights were the worst. When the world quieted down, and there was no game, no crowd to drown out the silence, Sukuna would lie awake, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts would spiral, the regret clawing at him with every passing minute. He would think about all the moments he had taken for granted ā the way youād laugh softly when he teased you, the way youād always ask him about his day, genuinely caring about the answers. He remembered how your fingers had felt in his hair, how youād look at him with such tenderness, a tenderness he had never deserved.
He missed you more than he thought possible. It was an ache that wouldnāt go away, a constant reminder that he had ruined the one thing that had ever felt real in his life. And the worst part? He knew it was his fault. He had pushed you away, hurt you in ways he could never take back. He had let his pride, his reckless need for control, blind him to what really mattered. And now, you were gone, living your life without him.
Sukuna had always prided himself on being strong, untouchable. But without you, he felt weak, fragile in a way he had never known. He tried to tell himself that he could move on, that this was just another fleeting chapter in his life. But no matter how much he tried, the truth was undeniable.
He had loved you.
He had loved you deeply, more than he had ever been able to admit, even to himself. And now, it was too late.
In the quiet of his apartment, when the world had long since fallen asleep, Sukuna would sit in the dark, his hands trembling as he thought of you. He wondered if you were happier without him, if you had moved on. The thought tore at him, a bitter mix of jealousy and sorrow. He wondered if you ever thought of him, if you missed him the way he missed you. But he knew, deep down, that you deserved better āsomeone who could give you the love and respect he had failed to provide.
And that realization was the most painful of all. Because Sukuna Ryomen, the man who had always been in control, who had always lived life on his terms, had lost the one person who had ever truly mattered. And now, no matter how much he regretted it, there was nothing he could do to change that.
The guilt, the regret ā it consumed him. It followed him every second of every day, a constant reminder of what he had lost. And no matter how many games he won, how many women threw themselves at him, it was never enough to fill the void you had left behind.
He had always loved you ā deep down, in ways he could never put into words. But Sukuna had been too blind to see it, too arrogant to admit it, and far too terrified to confront the feelings that stirred in the depths of his heart. Love had always been something distant, fleeting, a game he thought he could play and leave behind. Until you came along.
But nowā¦ now it was too late. Or was it?
The ache of your absence gnawed at him constantly, a slow, suffocating weight that only grew heavier with time. Days turned into weeks, then months, and still, you haunted his every thought. The memory of your smile ā soft and real in a way nothing else in his world was ā burned behind his eyes when he tried to sleep. The warmth of your voice, the way youād say his name with that tenderness he didnāt deserve, echoed in the quiet corners of his mind, filling every silence with your absence.
For the first time in his life, Sukuna felt utterly lost. It wasnāt the fame or the women or the adrenaline of the game that he craved anymore. It was you. Just you.
He remembered the night you leftāthe look on your face, the pain in your eyes, how you had tried so hard to hold back the tears as you walked away from him. And he had let you. He had stood there, watching you leave, unable to say the one thing that might have kept you with him.
āI love you.ā
Those words had been trapped inside him, buried beneath his pride, beneath the layers of fear and self-doubt. And by the time he realized the truth, you were already gone.
Now, every moment without you was an unbearable reminder of what he had lost. Heād see you in the smallest of things ā the scent of your perfume lingering in the jacket you once borrowed, a song on the radio that had played during one of your late-night drives. And each time, the regret hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless, wishing he could turn back time, undo the hurt he caused.
But the most painful realization of all? He knew you had loved him too. You had given him your heart on a silver plate, placed your trust in him, and he had shattered it. He had taken you for granted, thinking youād always be there, always waiting. But you werenāt. You couldnāt.
Sukuna thought about calling you every day. His finger would hover over your name in his phone, his heart pounding in his chest as he wrestled with the fear that maybe it was too late ā that maybe you had moved on, that you were happier without him. He didnāt deserve your forgiveness, didnāt deserve another chance. But he also couldnāt live with the idea of never trying.

The Last Chance
One night, after yet another game that left him feeling emptier than ever, Sukuna found himself standing outside your apartment building. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his breath clouding in the cold night air as he stared up at the window where he knew your light used to shine. Everything in him screamed to turn around, to leave before he made things worse. But he couldnāt. Not this time.
He knocked on your door, his heart hammering so loud he could hear it in his ears. When you opened it, he was struck by how much he had missed you ā how seeing your face, even for a moment, sent a shock of warmth through the ice that had settled over his heart.
You stood there, staring at him in disbelief, your expression guarded, but there was a flicker of something in your eyes. Hurt, yes. But also the smallest glimmer of hope.
āI know I donāt deserve to be here,ā Sukuna said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, raw. āI know I hurt you, and I canāt take that back. But thereās something I need to tell you, and if you still never want to see me again after this, Iāll walk away for good.ā
You didnāt say anything, but you didnāt close the door either. So he continued, the words he should have spoken months ago tumbling out all at once.
āI was a coward,ā he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. āI thought I could run from what I felt, that I could keep pretending I didnāt need anyone. But I was wrong. I need you. I love you. Iāve always loved you, but I was too scared to admit it, even to myself. And now, Iām standing here, asking ā no, beggingā for one more chance. Because losing youā¦ itās the only thing thatās ever made me realize what love really is.ā
Tears welled up in your eyes, and for a moment, Sukuna thought he had broken you all over again. His chest tightened with fear, and he was ready to turn away, to walk out of your life for good. But then, you spoke, your voice trembling but soft.
āWhy now, Sukuna ? Why did it take losing me for you to see ?ā
He swallowed hard, his throat burning as he fought to keep his composure. āBecause I didnāt know what I had until it was gone. I was selfish, and Iām sorry. I know I donāt deserve it, but Iām asking you for another chance. Let me prove that I can be the man you deserve.ā
You stood there for what felt like an eternity, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you. And then, slowly, you stepped aside, letting the door open just a little wider. Your eyes met his, filled with pain but also a spark of something that hadnāt completely faded.
āDonāt make me regret this,ā you whispered.
And in that moment, Sukuna knew he wouldnāt. He wouldnāt let you slip away again. Heād hold onto you with everything he had because now he understood ā losing you had been the beginning of the end. But maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something new. Something real. Something that could last.
It wasnāt too late after all.

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( ā” ) pairing : modern biker!Gojo Satoru x fem!reader
( ā” ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , smoking , alcohol , alcohol use , unprotejed sex
( ā” ) a/n āļø : this is my own experience wih a boy .

Late into the night, you found yourself amidst the revelry of your friends at a cottage. Adorned in a sleek, ebony dress that gracefully accentuated your finest features.
Outside, the moon cast its gentle glow upon the scene, as you stood alongside your cousin, Yuta, who had taken it upon himself to ensure your safety as his younger cousin. The lines of the clock whispered the hour of 22:28, a testament to the late hour. With a cigarette delicately held between your fingers, you stood in the company of Yuta's companions - Satoru, Toge, Maki, and others.
Lost in your own thoughts, you paid little attention to their conversation, finding solace in the tranquility of the moment. Leaning against a sturdy tree, you savored the quietude as the smoke from your cigarette danced in the night air. However, your peaceful reverie was abruptly interrupted when Satoru who playfully nudged you with his elbow. Drawing your gaze towards him, a mischievous smirk adorned his face.
" My, what a breathtaking dress you're wearing " His captivating blue eyes lingered on you as he mentioned the envious glances from others. With a simple gesture of his index and middle finger, he requested a cigarette and you obliged with a sigh. Satoru's smile was charming as he expressed his gratitude, lighting his cigarette. "You're truly a sweetheart," he complimented, winking at you. "And if they are staring, perhaps I'll get some followers on Instagram," you joked as you took a drag from your cigarette. Your gaze shifted towards Satoru, a subtle frown forming as you noticed his accent, a delicate smile gracing your lips "Sweetheart?" you teased, flawlessly mimicking his speech pattern with a touch of amusement. Satoru paused mid-sentece, a mischievous grin appearing on his face as he locked eyes with you. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" he remarked, taking a step closer, his hands now gently resting on your waist.
Just then a young man with lustrous black hair approached from behind and casually rested his weight on Satoru's shoulder. With a gesture, he extended his index finger towards you and uttered, "You are very pretty " A charming smile adorned his face, illuminating the atmosphere. Satoru swiftly grasped his friend's hand and lowered it. With a playful chuckle, he inquired "Suguru, what do you want from her ?" Satoru's eyes gleamed mischievously as he shifted his gaze back towards you. "You know, doll , I could offer you a ride sometime. Just call me " he suggested, his voice laced with a hint of allure. Suguru couldn't help but burst into laughter at his friend's audacity, before turning his attention towards you. "You should contact me instead. While he has a bike, I, on the other hand, have a luxurious car," he proclaimed, his tone filled with confidence.
Yuta, with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, wrapped his arm around your neck, discreetly attempting to whisk you away from the pair " You two leave her alone " Satoru, wearing a warm smile, gazed at you and exclaimed, "Come now, we are trying to make friends ! She's such a doll " Yuta, unable to contain his amusement, peered down at you and chuckled, " Indeed, she is " With those words, he gently turned you away from the duo, declaring, " I'll borrow her for a moment." And so, he led you away.
Concerned for your well-being, Yuta leaned in close and whispered, "Do they trouble you? If they do I can make sure they won't talk to you ever again. " However, you responded with a delightful giggle, shaking your head in dismissal. "There is no need. They are quite nice " you assured him. ā§āĖ āļøā ā”š ą£Ŗ Ö“Ö¶Öøā¾.
The clock showed 3:47 in the morning, and the party was still in full swing. Despite feeling a bit intoxicated, you and the duo were getting along even better.
"Princess, do you have a charger?" Suguru asked, his hands on your hips and his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, and he handed you his phone with a smirk, his hand resting on your lower back before letting you go . You made your way into the cottage and found a guest room where you could charge Suguru's phone. As you plugged it in, you heard the door close, muffling the noise from the party. Turning around, you saw Satoru entering the room with a chuckle, a cigarette held between his fingers as he smiled and tilted his head at you " Doll .. "
Your gaze shifted to Satoru, who appeared slightly intoxicated. You let out a soft laugh and rose from the bed, clutching your phone. However, Satoru prevented you from standing up completely, gently guiding you back onto the bed. You locked eyes with him. Throughout the night, there had been an undeniable tension between the two of you, and both of you were acutely aware of it. Gojo had you seated on the edge of the bed, his knee positioned between your legs as he leaned in to kiss you. His hand reached for your hair, pulling you closer, while your hands grasped onto his shoulders. You let out a soft moan as Satoru kissed you. From the corner of your eye, you watched him toss the cigarette and crush it underfoot before leaning in, pushing you onto the bed with him on top. The kisses were intense, with gentle moans slipping from both of your lips, the distant sound of muffled music adding to the ambiance of the moment.
Your heart raced, a delicate blend of excitement and nervousness. Gojo's eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of doubt or fear. He found none, only desire reflected back at him.
The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as you explored each other's mouths. His tongue danced with yours, teasing and coaxing, leaving your breathless. You wrapped her arms around his neck, your fingers threading through his hair. It was soft and silky, a stark contrast to the power he exuded.
Gojo's hand slid lower, caressing the small of your back, and you arched into him. The heat between you was palpable, the space between your bodies electric. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching yours for permission to proceed. You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps.
He gently lifted you onto the bed, his hands supporting your weight. You lay back, your hair fanning out around you like a dark halo. Satoru took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, your eyes filled with a mix of want and vulnerability. He leaned over you, placing soft kisses along your collarbone, feeling your pulse quicken beneath his lips.
Your skin was warm and smooth, your breathing hitching as he started to took off your dress , and he couldn't help but kiss each cm on your body . You shivered under his touch, your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. He pulled off the dress from the top , revealing a lacy bra that contained your breasts.
With a gentle tug, Gojo removed the barrier, exposing you to his gaze. Your breasts were perfect, and he took his time, worshipping each one with his mouth, listening to the soft moans of pleasure that escaped your lips. His teeth grazed your sensitive nipples, making your arch off the bed. He smiled against your skin, feeling a thrill of power.
He hooked his fingers into your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. You were already wet, your arousal evident even through the lace. He tossed the fabric aside, his erection straining against his pants. He positioned himself between your legs, guiding his length towards your entrance.
You gasped as he entered you, feeling him stretch you, filling you completely. He began to move, your bodies in sync, his rhythm steady and sure. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would fade, but would always be a reminder of this night.
Gojo's kisses trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, and back up to your lips. Your tongues tangled, your breath mingling in the air as you shared this intimate moment. Your hips rose to meet his, urging him deeper, and with each thrust, you could feel him, feel the power and strength that he exuded. It was a heady mix, and you reveled in it, lost in the sensations that consumed you. He pressed his lips against yours before pulling away, then leaned in closer, placing his ear next to your mouth to hear your soft whimpers.
Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath your fingers. You ran your nails lightly across his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He growled deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your chest. His pace increased, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.
You met his gaze, your eyes locked together as you shared this intense connection. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building within you. With a gasp, you arched your back, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you came, your body wracked with pleasure.
Gojo followed you over the edge, his voice rough and hoarse as he cried out your name. His body tensed, his muscles coiling as he spilled himself deep inside you. You lay together, panting heavily, your hearts racing. You traced the lines of his chest with your fingertips, marveling at the strength and power that he possessed.
"That wasā¦," you began, your voice shaking slightly.
"Yes," he agreed, his voice rough with emotion. "That was." He rolled to the side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you. "I've neverā¦I've never wanted anyone like this before." ā§āĖ āļøā ā”š ą£Ŗ Ö“Ö¶Öøā¾.
Next day, Gojo Satoru was there, as if he'd never left. His presence made you feel both comfortable and excited at the same time. The wind tousled your hair as you wrapped your arms around his waist . Yet you were wearing his helmet , since he didn't have another and he cared about your safety . You could feel the vibrations of the engine between your thighs. He looked so confident, so sure of himself as he navigated the narrow streets with ease. " Move your ass backwards , sweetheart " He chuckled , and you obliged , now practically arching your back.
As you both arrived in front of your apartment building, you hopped off the bike and faced Satoru, tilting your head up for him to remove your helmet. He chuckled as he took it off, teasingly commenting, "Can't do it yourself , huh?" You smiled back at him, playfully responding, "Yeah, thanks for the ride, princess." After giving him a hug, you walked towards your apartment.
You heard Satoru laughing behind you and turned to look at him, asking, "What's so funny?" Despite your slight frown, there was a hint of amusement in your eyes as you watched the white-haired man giggle, his helmet now back on his head. "Your dress!" he exclaimed, pointing out that your dress was rolled up.

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( ā” ) pairing : True Form!Sukuna x fem!Goddess!reader
( ā” ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk
( ā” ) a/n āļø : I was rewatching Naruto Shippunden and Kaguya is my damn favorite Goddess šš½ and I began to think about making a Sukuna x reader who is like Kaguya so here it is š


Much like Kaguya Åtsutsuki, you possess an ethereal and otherworldly beauty. Your long, flowing [color] hair cascades down your back, shining like moonlight. Your eyes, pearlescent and timeless, hold a serene yet terrifying calm. They give off an unsettling sense of omnipotence, as though you can see into the very soul of anyone who dares to meet your gaze.
You are tall and regal, often adorned in flowing, intricately designed robes that enhance your goddess-like aura. Your beauty is not just physical but seems to embody an ancient, celestial force that makes you feel unreachable, untouchable.
Like Kaguya, your abilities far exceed normal comprehension. You can manipulate dimensions at will, travel between realms, and control chakra or an equivalent form of cursed energy with terrifying precision. Your attacks are vast and destructive, capable of wiping out entire regions with a mere thought.
You command nature, reality, and time itself. To those who encounter you, you are seen as a deity ā your power so immense that even the strongest beings, including Sukuna, cannot take you lightly.
You maintain an air of calm detachment, viewing the world and its inhabitants as transient and insignificant compared to your own eternal existence. You are patient, silent, and observe from a distance rather than engage unless absolutely necessary.
Emotions are a foreign concept to you, something you observe but have never truly experienced for yourself. You are calculating, logical, and always think several steps ahead, considering everything from a higher perspective.
While you appear cold and aloof, there is a quiet loneliness deep within you. Being so powerful, so eternal, has left you disconnected from the world and the people in it. There is a longing within you to understand and perhaps experience the warmth that mortals cling to.
Sukuna is drawn to you in ways he canāt quite explain. You are the only person he has encountered who seems genuinely indifferent to his power and status. In fact, your strength easily matches or even surpasses his, and he respects that ā though heād never admit it aloud.
Heās constantly trying to provoke reactions from you, fascinated by your stoic demeanor. Whether through battle or teasing, Sukuna finds it maddening yet exhilarating that you donāt bend to him like others. Heās used to people fearing or admiring him, but you do neither, which piques his interest further.
Over time, Sukuna finds himself not just interested in your power but in you as a being. The mystery of who you are and why you remain so detached makes him want to break through your barriers, to make you feel something, anything, for him.
Over time, you and Sukuna begin to understand one another on a deeper level. Both of you are beings of immense strength, isolated by your power, and feared by those around you. This isolation forms an unspoken bond between you. You each recognize that the other is different ā set apart from the world.
Sukuna is fascinated by your calmness and the way you handle yourself in battle, unphased by destruction. You, on the other hand, are intrigued by Sukunaās chaotic nature, his brashness, and his ability to feel so deeply despite being feared and revered.

The sky above was painted in the colors of dusk, deep oranges fading into inky purples. You stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast landscape beneath you. The wind whispered through your [color] hair, and your pale eyes reflected the serene indifference you felt toward the world. Time, space, life ā they were all fleeting.
But there was something ā someone ā who disrupted that peace.
You felt his presence long before he spoke. Sukunaās cursed energy was unmistakable, like a shadow that blotted out the light. He approached with his usual swagger, a cocky grin plastered on his face, yet you didnāt turn to face him.
āStaring at the horizon again? You look like youāre waiting for the world to end,ā Sukuna teased, standing beside you now. His crimson eyes gleamed as he studied you. Even in moments of silence, there was something about you that captivated him.
You didnāt respond, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, calm and distant.
He hated that indifference. Not because it irritated him, but because it fascinated him. Sukuna was used to reactions ā fear, admiration, anger ā but with you, there was nothing. You were like a statue carved from the stars, untouchable and beyond mortal understanding.
āIāve fought countless battles, seen men and gods alike tremble before me. But youā¦ you donāt care about any of it, do you?ā His voice was lower now, more serious than usual.
āNo,ā you finally said, your voice soft but carrying the weight of eternity. āWhy should I care for fleeting things?ā
Sukunaās grin widened. āAnd yet you let me come here. Again and again. If I didnāt know better, Iād think you were beginning to care.ā
You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze for the first time that evening. āYou areā¦ different from the others.ā
It wasnāt much, but coming from you, it was a revelation. Sukuna felt a flicker of something in his chestāsomething more than his usual lust for power or destruction. It was fleeting, like the brush of wind, but it was there.
He reached out, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair. āThen what am I to you?ā
You didnāt pull away from his touch. For the first time in centuries, you found yourself curious. Not about power, or strength, or the endless void of time, but about him.
āYou areā¦ something more.ā
Sukunaās grin faltered for a moment as he took in your words. He hadnāt expected that. For the first time, the great Ryomen Sukuna was caught off guard, and he found himself wanting more of this feeling, this connection with you.
And so, under the fading light of the setting sun, two beings, both feared and revered, found in each other something rare ā a connection that transcended their power and their isolation.




Trouble // Diavolo

( ā” ) pairing : Diavolo x human!reader
( ā” ) warning : f!reader, human!reader,, age gap , NOT PROOF READ , this is happening in lessons 56 so if you didn't reach that lesson read at your own risk , Diavolo POV

" I've known you for quite some time now , yet there's still so much I don't know about you , isn't there ? " I chuckle softly and look up at the sky. After a short moment of admiring the night sky, I look back at her and carefully observe her gentle features illuminated by the moonlight "If you're open to it, I would really enjoy the chance to do these things with you more often. It would be wonderful to spend more time together. " I said and could feel my cheeks burning red .
I gathered all my courage and blurted out, " [name], I have something important to tell you." The weight of my words hung heavy in the air as I paused, feeling my heart race in my chest. The world seemed to grow smaller, suffocating me. I could feel the intensity of my emotions threatening to spill over, consuming me entirely.
"The truth is..." I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands trembled, and I instinctively reached out to squeeze her hand tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance. The warmth of her touch provided a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos swirling within me. But as I looked down at our intertwined fingers, I couldn't bring myself to meet her gaze.
My palms grew clammy, and a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face. The fear of rejection gnawed at my insides, threatening to unravel the fragile thread holding my emotions together. Doubts and insecurities flooded my mind, questioning whether I was making a mistake by baring my soul to her. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if I ruined our friendship? What if I ruined everything ?
But then, as if sensing my turmoil, I saw her smiling at me. That smile... it was like a beacon of hope, a lifeline in the midst of my stormy sea of emotions. It was a smile that had the power to melt away my fears and doubts, reminding me of the countless moments we had shared together. It was that smile that had first captivated me, that had ignited a spark within me, leading me down this treacherous path. Then I remembered when she first smiled at me . She smiled, and I knewā¦ I was in trouble
In that moment, the weight on my shoulders seemed to lighten, and a sense of clarity washed over me. I realized that no matter the outcome, our connection was worth the risk. The love I felt for her was too powerful to be contained any longer.
Summoning every ounce of strength, I took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs and steady my racing heart. With a newfound determination, I finally confessed, "I love you." The words hung in the air, vulnerable and raw, as I awaited her response, hoping against hope that she would reciprocate the depth of my feelings.
In that moment, time stood still. The world around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a fragile bubble of anticipation.
I could feel the warmth of her touch as she cupped my cheeks, her eyes filled with tenderness and understanding. In that moment, it felt as though she could see straight into my soul, calming the storm of emotions swirling within me.
Her gentle gaze was like a soothing balm, easing the tension in my body and filling me with a sense of peace. I couldn't help but be drawn in by the depth of her gaze .
As our lips met, it felt like the world around us disappeared. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a rush of euphoria unlike anything I had ever experienced before. In that moment, it was just the two of us, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.
As we pulled away, our eyes locked in a silent understanding of the depth of our connection. I knew then that this was just the beginning of something truly special, a love that would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.
With a smile that reached her eyes, she whispered, "I love you." And in that moment, I knew that I had found my soulmate, my partner in life, and my forever love.

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Not the time to think about it


( ā” ) pairing : Basketball player! Ryomen Sukunax fem!reader
( ā” ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, smoking, 4 years age gap, kinda sad , idk bro
( ā” ) a/n āļø : HELP I LOVE BASKETBALL AU SUKUNA š

The Beginning of the End
Sukuna Ryomen had always been the center of attention. At 22, he was already a rising star in professional basketball. His towering frame, undeniable skill, and bad-boy charm made him irresistible to fans and especially women. With his broad shoulders, chiseled jawline, and eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of danger, Sukuna had left behind a trail of broken hearts. To him, relationships were fleeting; love, a momentary distraction. He had never met anyone who could hold his interest for more than a night, let alone a lifetime.
Enter [name].
You were 18, and unlike anyone Sukuna had ever encountered. You were a quiet, studious girl, majoring in pharmaceutical health at the university. Your figure caught the eye of many, but it was your gentle nature that made you stand out. With [color] eyes that always seemed to radiate kindness, you were the opposite of the women who usually crowded Sukunaās life.
You met by chance at a university charity event where Sukuna had been invited as a guest. You were there volunteering, organizing medical booths and speaking about health awareness. Sukuna, uninterested in the event itself, was walking aimlessly when his eyes landed on you. You stood out in the sea of faces, your simple beauty, combined with an aura of genuine warmth, drawing him in.
He approached you with his usual swagger, expecting to win you over with little effort.
āDo you follow basketball?ā he asked, flashing his signature smirk.
You looked up at him, blinking in confusion. āNot really. Iām more into medicine.ā
Your response took him by surprise. You didnāt fawn over him like most girls did, and that piqued his interest.
āIām Sukuna,ā he said, as if that name alone would be enough.
You smiled politely āIām [name] . Nice to meet you.ā

A Dangerous Game
From that moment, Sukuna found himself drawn to you. You were kind and unaffected by his fame, which only intrigued him further. He began pursuing you, using every trick in the bookālate-night texts, surprise visits to your campus, even bringing you small gifts. At first, you kept your distance, wary of his reputation as a āplayer.ā
But Sukuna was persistent. His charm, coupled with his unexpected vulnerability when he was with you, slowly wore down your walls. You began to see glimpses of a man behind the star athleteāa man who was lonely, who craved more than just the superficial adoration that surrounded him.
As weeks turned into months, you fell for him. You saw beyond his cocky exterior, discovering a man capable of deep passion, but also burdened with emotional scars. Sukuna, in turn, found himself caring for you more than he had ever cared for anyone. You brought a sense of calm to his chaotic life, and he often found himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, you were different.
However, no matter how much he tried to change, the nature of his worldāof fleeting encounters and transient affectionsākept pulling him back. Sukuna was like a moth drawn to the flame of his old habits, unable to break free entirely.

The Collapse
For you, being with Sukuna was like living in a dream. He was everything you had never expected to fall forādangerous, exciting, unpredictable. Yet, there was a darkness beneath the surface. You knew he had a history, that he had hurt women before, but you believed that you could be the one to change him.
But old habits die hard.
Sukunaās world remained one of temptation. After a game one night, Sukuna found himself surrounded by fans, women who threw themselves at him, reminding him of how easy things used to be before you. He didnāt mean to betray you, but one night after an away game, fueled by alcohol and the excitement of a win, Sukuna ended up spending the night with someone else.
It was a mistake, and the guilt hit him hard. He wanted to tell you, but the thought of hurting her tore him apart.
You , however, werenāt naive. You could sense something had changed. Sukuna was distant, more withdrawn, and you knew, deep down, what had happened without needing to hear the words. One night, after days of silence between them, she confronted him.
āDid youā¦ cheat on me?ā You asked, your voice trembling but your eyes steady.
Sukuna looked at you, torn between wanting to protect you and the overwhelming guilt. He didnāt say anything, but his silence was answer enough.
And at that exact moment your heart shattered. You had given him everything, hoping against hope that he could be different, that he could change. But now, all those hopes felt like they were crumbling beneath your feet.

The Last Night of Love
That night, you sat together in silence, neither knowing what to say. Sukuna, for the first time in his life, realized he had something to lose. And it terrified him. He reached for you, but you pulled away, tears spilling down your cheeks.
āI canāt do this, Sukuna,ā you whispered. āI thought we had something real, but I canāt be with someone who doesnāt respect me.ā
Sukuna had no words. For all his bravado and charm, he had never been good with emotions, never learned how to handle love. He had played with fire for so long that he never expected to get burned.
As the night wore on, you both knew it was your last night together. It was a bitter, heartbreaking farewell, filled with regret, longing, and the aching realization that love, no matter how intense, sometimes wasnāt enough to fix everything.

Aftermath
You walked away from Sukuna that night, your heart heavy with sorrow. You knew you had to let go, even though you still loved him. You focused on your studies, diving deeper into your passion for pharmaceutical health, using your pain as fuel to succeed.
Sukuna, on the other hand, was left to reflect on his choices. For the first time, he regretted not just his actions, but the man he had become. The weight of losing you haunted him, your absence leaving a void he couldnāt fill with fame or fleeting affection.
They both moved on, but that nightātheir last night of loveāwould always linger in your memories, a reminder of what could have been, and what was lost.





Allure of the forbidden.

( ā” ) pairing : teacher!hiromi higuruma x fem!student!reader
( ā” ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, hiromi is like 36 and reader is around 20, reader is a law college student, sex , explicit content, age gap , idk bro
( ā” ) a/n : Iām posting almost all my drafts but okay š


You ambled through the quiet library aisles, the soft click of your heels echoing against the towering bookshelves. Your eyes danced over the spines, seeking a title that could offer a brief reprieve from her mundane afternoon. A gentle summer breeze whispered through the open windows, carrying with it the distant sound of children's laughter from the park outside. At the far end of the room, the setting sun painted the dust motes a fiery orange, casting a warm glow that seemed to embrace the solitude of the study space.
Your fingertips traced the spines of the books, feeling the coarse textures of aged leather and the smoothness of the newer ones. Your mind drifted to the coolness of the pages you had yet to turn. An unexpected aroma of fresh ink and paper filled your nostrils, hinting at a recent addition to the library's collection.
Your gaze fell upon a book titled "The Unyielding Pursuit of Justice," and you pulled it out with a gentle tug. The author was none other than the infamous Hiromi Higuruma, your law teacher who had recently taken the town by storm with his unorthodox methods and unyielding dedication to his cases. You had heard whispers of his sharp wit and piercing gaze that could make even the most stoic of souls squirm.
As you leafed through the pages, a folded note slipped out. It was a page torn from a legal pad, scribbled with hasty handwriting. The words "Meet me at the courthouse, tonight. Room 303." and a signature - HH - were the only contents. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the initials of your teacher. Intrigued and a little apprehensive, you glanced around the library, but the only company you had were the silent tomes that surrounded you.
The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, and the thought of the note grew heavier in your pocket. You knew that going to the courthouse was risky, especially after hours, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that it was important. After all, you had always admired Mr. Higuruma's passion for justice, and the idea of learning from him outside the confines of the classroom was too tempting to resist.
Nightfall approached, and the library grew dimmer. You gathered your things and tucked the mysterious note safely into your bag. The echo of the closing doors seemed to amplify the thrill of what might await you. The walk to the courthouse was filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The cobblestone streets were cool against your bare legs as you hurried past the shadowy alleyways, the sound of your heels growing fainter as the distance grew.
When you arrived, the grand building loomed before you, a silent sentinel of the law. The courthouse was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the occasional distant footsteps and the hum of the security lights. You took a deep breath and made your way to Room 303, your hand shaking slightly as you pushed the door open. Inside, you found Mr. Higuruma, his eyes lighting up with an unusual intensity when he saw you. The room was cluttered with case files and legal documents, but there was something else in the air - something electric, something you hadn't felt in his presence before.
" [name]," he said, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate within the confined space. "You came."
"Iā¦ I found your note," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You held the page out to him, your hand trembling.
He took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours, and you felt a jolt of energy. He read the note, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he stepped closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. " [name], I need your help with something. It's not what you might expect."
Your heart raced. "Anything, Mr. Higuruma. I want to learn from you."
His eyes searched yours for a moment before he spoke again, his voice softer. "I've noticed how much you care about justice, about understanding the complexities of the law. But there are aspects that can't be taught in a classroom." He paused, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before returning to your eyes. "I need someoneā¦ I need you to help me understand something very personal, something that could affect a case I'm working on."
You nodded, your curiosity piqued. "How can I help?"
He stepped closer, closing the space between you. His hand found its way to the small of your back, and you could feel the heat of his palm through your thin blouse. "I need to experienceā¦ a particular situation, to better defend my client." His voice was a caress in the quiet room. "Would you be willing to assist me?"
Your breath hitched. "What situation?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.
"The situation," he said, leaning in, "of a man and a woman, in a moment of passion."
The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with unspoken intentions. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your neck, smell the faint scent of his cologne. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any hint of what he truly wanted.
His hand moved to the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. "I know this is unorthodox," he murmured, "but I believe that by experiencing it ourselves, we can gain a deeper understanding."
Your thoughts swirled like a tornado. You knew this was wrong, that there were lines that shouldn't be crossed, but you also knew that Mr. Higuruma was a man of integrity, a man who never did anything without a reason. And you wanted to help.
"Alright," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."
With that, he closed the distance between them, and his lips met hers. The kiss was unexpectedly tender, filled with a hunger that you hadn't anticipated. His hand slipped to the back of your neck, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the softness of your mouth. Your arms wound around his waist, pulling him closer, as the reality of what you were doing set in.
The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of fear and excitement. You moved together, almost in slow motion, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your hip. He broke the kiss and whispered against your lips, "Thank you for trusting me."
The next moments were a blur of sensation: the soft rustle of fabric as clothes were removed, the warmth of his skin against yours, the feel of his hands exploring every curve and line of your body. You fell onto the couch in the corner of the room, a mess of legal papers scattered around you . The leather was cool against your back, but you barely noticed as his mouth moved to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made you shiver.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave yourself over to the moment, the line between student and teacher, justice and passion, blurring into oblivion. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, the thud of it matching your own erratic rhythm. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of your desire mingling with the dust of the old books.
" [name]," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Look at me."
Your eyes opened, and you met his gaze, the intensity of it making your pulse race. His eyes searched yours, seeking confirmation, and you nodded, unable to form words. His hand trailed down your body, his fingertips tracing the swell of your breast, sending waves of pleasure through you.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "I've wanted this for so long."
The words sent a thrill through you, and you reached up to kiss him again, your hands tangling in his hair. His touch grew more urgent, his kisses deeper, and you could feel the heat building between your legs. You arched into him, your body begging for more.
"Tell me what you want," he breathed against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.
"You," you said, the word a desperate plea. "I want all of you."
He took that as his cue, his hand moving down to slip under the fabric of your panties, finding you wet and ready. His touch was gentle at first, exploring, and then more insistent as you moaned into his mouth. You felt his arousal pressing against your thigh, and you reached down to touch him, your hand trembling.
Your kisses grew more frantic as you touched each other, your breaths mingling in a symphony of passion. His hand moved between your legs, and you gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, stroking you in a way that made your body tighten around him.
"Hiromi," you whispered, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath. "Please."
He positioned himself above you, his eyes never leaving yours. With one swift movement, he entered you, filling you completely. You both froze, the intensity of the moment suspending you in time.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "More," you begged.
And so he gave it to you, moving in a slow, rhythmic dance that had you both gasping for air. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge.
"[name]," he groaned, his movements becoming more urgent. "I'm so close."
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and you met his thrusts with your own, urging him on. You both reached the peak together, your cries of pleasure echoing through the deserted room, mixing with the sound of the pages fluttering in the gentle breeze from the open window.
As you lay entwined on the couch, your hearts racing, the silence of the courthouse seemed to swallow you up. But in that moment, it was just the two of you, your bodies speaking a language that transcended the bounds of propriety and the law. The line between right and wrong blurred as you clung to each other, lost in the throes of your newfound understanding of justice and passion.
The aftermath of your union was a tapestry of emotions: guilt, exhilaration, and confusion. Yet, as you dressed and collected yourselves, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had just experienced something profound, something that would forever change your perspective on the world of law and the complex dance of human relationships.
And as you both stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of distant sirens a stark reminder of the world outside your cocoon, you knew that this was just the beginning of a journey you had never anticipated taking. The note in your pocket was a silent testament to the power of curiosity and the allure of the forbidden.
Your eyes met, and you saw a flicker of something in his gaze that you had never seen before. It was a look of hunger, of a man who had tasted a secret that could never be fully satisfied. And for a brief moment, you wondered if you had just become part of a case that was far more personal than any you had ever studied in the pages of your books.
