Tell Me You Love Me

Tell me you love me

Pairing: f!reader x Sukuna Ryomen.

Word count: 2512.

Warnings: ANGSTTTTTT. An attempt at it at least lmao, let me know if I did a good job with it. A bit suggestive in the middle. Cursing. Mentions of cheating (mentions!!! No cheating in this house).

People often say that Sukuna would be obsessed with the reader/oc, but I think a relationship with him would be the hardest thing ever.

He doesn’t get the concept of being in love: at the start of your relationship he found out you were more tolerable than anyone else, he assumed that meant he liked being around you and went along with it. Of course he fell in love in the long run, but for him it’s embarrassing to admit it. He barely even said it when you asked him why he wanted you to move in with him.

It’s not like he isn’t obsessed with you: he’s obsessed with the way you just seem to get him, with the way you smile when he comes home from a long day at work, with the utmost kindness you treat people around you with and that he lacks completely. He’s mesmerised by you, by the curve of your hips, the brightness of your eyes, the softness of your hands on his body.

He doesn’t show it, though.

He’s used to being rough and redeems emotions as futile. Like he already said to you in a couple of your arguments, if you get him you get him, if not, he’s not explaining himself. Everything he does is thought of and automatically right, so why would he give you explanations?

But sometimes in relationships you need communication. He doesn’t see how intense it is to be next to someone who acts like he doesn’t care about what you want to share in your daily life. And again, he does care: if he could, he’d make a copy of you yapping and just listen to it on repeat while working. He loves how passionate you sound while talking about your hobbies, he finds the little tilt to your voice when you search for his approval adorable. He doesn’t see how difficult it is to be with him because he’s only been with you, and you’re so good at communicating and making him feel heard he doesn’t notice he’s not reciprocating your efforts.

And that means that he’s never the one who wants to resolve misunderstandings, because he thinks they don’t really exist. You were upset about your dish not coming out the way it was supposed to and instead of reassuring you it was still edible he straight up said it looked horrible and walked away? He’s not sorry. He spoke his mind, did he not? And why would you be sad about the truth?

You’re not weak, and you’re not shy either. Kind people are not necessarily stupid, and you’re living proof of that. He’d never be in a relationship with a weakling who doesn’t know how to raise her voice and stand her ground. You’re fierce in your own way, and you know how to manage his stubbornness 90% of the time. You don’t like being disrespected or ignored, and you made sure to talk his ear off whenever he did it. Not like he purposefully did it, anyway.

But as a person who understands emotions and feels emotions, sometimes being with him frustrates you. And it comes to a point where you debate on keeping being next to him or leaving him for good.

He’s not the only one who has hard days, but when both of you have one, the silence inside your house is deafening. You’re the one who usually starts up conversations, but your mind is occupied with other things. You’ve barely touched your food.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” He scoffs at dinner. He doesn’t like you frowning, it wrecks his heart. It makes him want to destroy the face of whoever took the smile he lives for off your face.

You sigh. “You know how my parents said they were coming to visit us next month? Well-”

He’s silent. Fuck, when did she say this? He thinks. Probably one of those days where the thought of your thighs suffocating him all night plagued his mind last week. Fuck, he’d take a bite of them right now if you let him. Maybe he could suggest it. It could take his mind off of his own shitty day.

“Are you even listening to me?” You say sternly. He notices you kept on talking while his mind wandered, but he disregards it.

“Wanna fuck?” He asks instead.

You’re baffled. “Sukuna, what the fuck?”

“Damn, you could’ve just said no, brat,” he says rolling his eyes.

You get offended. “Don’t fucking ask me what’s wrong if you’re not going to listen to me.”

“Yeah yeah, you were probably going to talk about how worried you are and shit. I don’t care about that. If you don’t want to get my dick wet I’m going to rub one out,” he says waving his hand in front of your face and standing up from his chair.

You huff out a sarcastic laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Would you prefer me to find someone else to do it for me?” He bites, snapping his head toward you.

He sees you widening your eyes. If there’s a thing you don’t tolerate is cheating, or jokes about it. He knows it. He knows it, dammit. You’re fuming.

“You’re an asshole. Fuck you. I’m sleeping at Nobara’s,” you spit at him, grabbing the purse you left on the side of the table and rushing out the door, slamming it.

When he’s left alone in your shared living room, he keeps on looking at your front door. The silence is making his head hurt, the only thing he’s hearing is the sound of the door slamming. Did he overstep? Nah, you were probably overreacting. He shrugs and finally moves from his spot, going to put his dish in the sink. He leaves yours on the table, because maybe you’ll be hungry when you come home. You usually are after an argument. You’ll come back after a couple of hours saying you didn’t want to worry him too much, you’ll sigh saying this can’t keep on happening and that you’re tired of arguing, then he’ll hug you and everything will be alright. Just like it always is. You’ve never left like this, though.

He ruffles his hair; he’s angry at everything and everyone. You should’ve got that he’s the one overreacting, why didn’t you get him like usual? Why aren’t you still back after 3 hours? He hates feeling angry. He hates feeling tired. He hates feeling in general. Most importantly, he hates that the hands in his hair are his and not yours. He hates the way right now he’s craving your soft voice reassuring him in his ear, your sweet words covering him like a blanket; his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat while lying on your couch, reminding you that you’re there. You’ve always been there. There’s no one else for him, there’s never going to be one. He’d never cheat, you’re so stupid for getting angry about it. Why did you get so mad about it? Suddenly, he’s thinking about random stuff you said that he ingrained in his head.

I love you too, Sukuna. I’ll wait for you to tell me that without me forcing it out, mh? I’ll move in with you, sure, if you ask me so that nicely.

You picked this book because it reminded you of me? Thank you, baby. I love it. Both the book and the fact you thought of me.

Can you stop messing up my sock drawer? No, I did not hide your cigarettes there. But please stop smoking, I love when you taste like my lip gloss and not that disgusting shit you inhale. Give me a kiss so I can prove it to you. I’ll take your breath away way better than tobacco.

He smirks while on the couch, alone. You’re so cute. He wants to bottle up your laugh. Why aren’t you back still? His mind doesn’t stop, though.

You hurt me, Sukuna. Why can’t you notice?

I feel like you don’t care about me.

If I hadn't come to you, would you have come to me? Or would you just have ignored this whole argument and acted like nothing happened?

Am I just filling up a random space you leave open for a significant other or am I the significant other that’s capable of filling that void?

That night he dreams of you. The way you glared at him asking him if he was serious, almost like a warning before you lashed out. He dreams of the hurt that flashed in your eyes when he spewed nonsense. And when he wakes up, you’re still not back. Your unfinished plate is still on the kitchen table.

But he’s prideful, that’s why you’re the one that’s always trying to resolve arguments. Yes, you’ll come back. He’s sure of it. You always came back during the 3 years you've been together.

A week passes by and he's going crazy. You haven't contacted him at all, and he didn't text first. He lies to himself saying it's because he's leaving you some space, but the truth is that he's scared. What is he even supposed to say? Hey, I'm sorry, I miss you, please come home? That's pathetic. He's taking a shower when suddenly his phone rings. His heart skips a beat and he rushes out to check if it's you. Please, let it be you.

Instead it's Yuji, his brother.

Yuji: Hey, what happened with y/n? She asked me to come get some of her things for her. Is she sick?

Sukuna frowns. Then he realizes that- you're going to move out. You're going to break up with him.

He goes into panic mode. He never thought about the possibility of you leaving him. He thought you would come back, like you always do. Why would you leave him? Is it because you finally realized that you're better off with someone who knows how to express their feelings for you? Did you get tired of him? Have you already found someone else?

He finds himself knocking on Nobara's door in the next ten minutes. He ran, he's sweating and it's starting to rain. He's out of breath, and he gets his hands on his knees while he waits for you to open the door. He's not ready to let you go. He can't even fathom a life where he doesn't wake up to you trying to get warm between his arms, without you nagging him while watching a film together, without helping you bake cookies while laughing with each other. Without not being able to talk from how in love he is while looking into your eyes. And he knows that if you leave him he's never going to be able to live in his own house ever again, or walk down the street you always do together, or go grocery shopping and not thinking about you while looking at vegetables. You always said you liked vegetables and he always lied about liking them just to see you excited about cooking them together.

"Yuji, I didn't think you'd be this fas- oh," you open the door and your face falls when you see it's Sukuna. He snaps his gaze toward your face when he hears your voice. He missed it so much. You're so beautiful. He missed all of you. So much.

Neither of you move, you just keep staring at each other. This time, he knows he's going to have to talk first. For the first time, he realizes how hard it actually is to confront someone first. Do you feel like this every time?

"Come home," he says. "Please," he adds.

You look sad. "I don't think I'm going to, Sukuna. It's been more than a week and you didn't even reach out to say... I don't even know what. I know you don't say sorry. You never do."

Your words feel like knives. From where you're standing you're taller than him, and he has to look up to look at you. It's like he's in front of the pearly gates of heaven and an angel is making him confess all the wrong things he did, except in this scenario you're the angel and the things he did are just what he thinks about all of this. About you in general.

And you're right, he doesn't usually say sorry. The words get stuck in his throat and he just gapes up at you, still catching his breath. Pathetic.

You sigh, then go to close the door. You don't look at him anymore and he feels like he can't breathe, and not because of the run.

"I'll come get my things next week. Go home, you'll get wet," you say. And your voice is clear, you're not mumbling, you must have thought about this. He sees how hard you're clenching your jaw to appear resolute, your nails hurting your palms from how hard you're closing your hands. But you still manage to worry about him, worry about him possibly catching a cold from the rain. And he loves you. Fuck, he loves you so much.

"Wait," he manages to say. You look at him with longing. With sorrow.

And he feels like he's crying to the angel in his afterlife when he opens his mouth again, thorns in his throat getting tighter, suffocating him. But he doesn't cry here, in front of you, even if maybe you'd like it. You'd probably say that you appreciate him showing emotions, maybe tease him for it, but you'd like it. He'd kiss you while you're still laughing, saying you're stupid, and you'd continue laughing.

"I love you," he rasps out. The words feel so unfamiliar to his tongue, but so familiar to his ears. You always tell him you love him. "I'm sorry for being a shithead. Please don't leave me. I promise you I'll get better at this communication shit," he begs.

You still don't move, but he sees you getting softer.

"Go home, Sukuna. We'll talk about it when it's not raining," you utter.

"No, I don't fucking want to," he snaps. You're startled, and he cringes. He's really not used to all of this. He doesn't like scaring you.

"Fuck, I meant to say I want to get over it right now. I didn't want to scare you. I want you back, Y/N. Please, have me back. I'll get better for real," he says while getting progressively closer to you.

"You promise?" You ask, now shorter than him. You're a step of distance from each other.

"I promise, baby. I'll make you the happiest girl to ever exist," he tells you, looking at you intensely.

"Start by saying you love me again," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest. He engulfs you in his own arms, inhaling the smell of your shampoo, then snorts.

"Sure. I'm in love with you, brat."

Being in a relationship with Sukuna is hard, but he loves you easily.

absolutely disgusting that i have to create the the things i want to create

content warnings ౨ৎ ⋆ ࣪ ˖ female reader, he calls you sweetheart and baby. you call him mr. fushiguro (he is your supervisor). sex pollen. smut with no plot

note: i am so so so horny. short. not proofread. wrote this with my clit

thinking about sex for the first time with fushiguro toji due to the fact you were hit with a wave of sex pollen while on a mission with him.

his arm is broken and he has a nasty bruise on his shoulder, but he invites you to his room either way and greets you with a sly smile, hard cock already in his hand.

he laughs from his bed as you stand by the door. “hey, sweetheart. you look excited.”

you’re at a loss for words, eyes glued to his dark happy trail that leads to his erect cock — it’s big, fat, veiny — and then his balls.

“come on,” he says, predatory smile plastered on his face. “you know i don’t bite.”

tentatively, you walk toward his bed and take your sleeping shirt off, fully expose your hardened nipples to him, and proceed to leave your pants and underwear on the floor.

you swallow, fingers on his soft bedsheets. “are you sure you want to? with your arm and all?”

“wouldn’t have invited you over if i didn’t,” he grins, still stroking his dick. “and you’re in a nasty predicament, aren’t you?”

you nod and shamefully rub your thighs together, failing (again) to satiate the heat in between your legs.

“hop on.”

you do as you’re told — you level yourself on top of him, breathless as your cunt rubs against his balls — and gawk at his cock, pressed against your stomach, already leaking pre cum.

you can’t help but grind yourself against him again as you ask, “a-are you sure it will fit, mr. fushiguro?”

“of course, sweetheart,” he squeezes your hip with his right hand, his eyes trained on your face. “we’ll make it fit.”

you tease yourself with his sticky head before sinking down on his cock — one hand on his abs, the other rubbing your clit, mouth agape and eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“feels good, huh? and you’re only halfway down.” he smiles, kneads your hip. “c’mon, sweetheart. you can do it. just a little bit more.”

everything about this is wrong — you’re fucking your supervisor.

but when you fully sink down on his cock, clit against his skin, you find bliss in everything that is mr. fushiguro toji.

his laugh is in between a groan. “good job, baby.”

shamelessly, you bounce yourself on his cock, hand groping your tit before he sits up a bit more and reaches out for your wrist.

there’s a menacing smile on his face. “you touched yourself before coming up here, right?”

“mhm.”

“use your words, sweetheart.”

“y-yes, mr. fushiguro.”

“you can call me toji, y’know.” he says, before adding: “let me smell your hand.”

you’re embarrassed, drowning in pleasure, senses heightened.

“okay, toji.”

and so you give him your hand — watch as he holds your fingertips to his nostrils and inhales your scent,

“you’ll let me have a taste, right?” he asks, swirls the tip of his tongue on your fingers. “after you’ve made yourself cum with my cock?”

your cunt squeezes around him. “yes, toji. yes.”

he grins. he’s never been more glad for a mission gone wrong.

Burning Down The House

 -ˋˏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ɴʙ / ᴀᴏ3 ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ / ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ / ᴡᴄ: 1265 ˏˋ-

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, true form!Sukuna, burning bodies, mass murder, a village being destroyed, Sukuna being big and terrifying, limbs being torn off, people dying, pretty gory, decapitation, defecation, vomitting

AN: Happy JJK day! Wanted to write something just terrible for true form!Sukuna my love, something truly gruesome and graphic just like he deserves.

18+ Blog only! Minors DNI!

Burning wood, collective screams of terror and death, maniacal laughter. 

It all happened so fast; people thought it was an earthquake and that it would pass, at first it was a scream, then there was mass panic. There was no chance for anyone to escape, no one would’ve been fast enough on foot or quick enough to get in a carriage and run. Almost like everything happened in the blink of an eye – one minute you were plating dinner for your family, the next they were gone. 

You couldn’t piece together all that happened, between the moment you heard the screams of terror and your heart dropped, to now as you attempt to run from the fires. Each step from the beast was echoing on the ground, creating a shake that makes you lose your balance if you’re not prepared for it. The bodies that litter the scene are another of your biggest obstacles. Some people are still alive, grabbing onto you with what little life they have left, almost like they’re trying to drag down to hell with them. 

Another loud ping, followed by an inferno reaching another home, engulfed in flames almost instantly. He laughed, the demon that was inflicting these horrors on your village. Sadly, you know who he is, what he is. Growing up, your parents would always tell you tall tales of the King of Curses; eat your vegetables or the King of Curses will come for you, go to sleep when you’re told or he’ll punish you, behave or he’ll take you away. Never in your life did you think it would happen – you ate all your vegetables, you went to sleep when you were told, you behaved – mostly.

Your feet were sinking into what you would hope is only mud, pretending you can’t hear crunching every other step. Tears blurred your vision, though you don’t know where you’re going. Anywhere away from the thing attacking your home, the creature you daren’t look at. 

Ping.

Heat radiates from behind you and over your head, fireballs falling in front of you and blocking your path enough to make you stop. Gasping for breath – you don’t know what to do, where to go. Part of you wonders if just running into the fires would be a more merciful death than trying to run away, but your mind won’t give you that option. You charge to your left, smoke fills the air and the houses you once knew were burnt to the ground, piles of ashes with lost memories. Even thinking about the people who lived there and what happened to them makes you want to vomit. 

He’s in your peripheral vision. Just as big as you would’ve expected, if not bigger. More laughter, more pings in the other direction, more screams. You can’t look at him, if you just keep running then you might make it out of here alive. Live to tell the tale to anyone who will listen. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

You thought it was pure terror that engulfed your entire being before, which forced your legs to keep moving and stop you from killing yourself in the flames. No, whatever that was wasn’t anywhere near the actual fear that overwhelmed you now. He was talking to you, that much was obvious. Your entire body went cold, despite the sweat dripping from your body and the heat from the flames tearing down your village that radiated onto you. It felt like your body had hollowed, no lungs to breathe and no heart to beat. 

And you still ran, not giving him a single glance. 

Something grabbed your ankle and you weren’t prepared for it. The body was unrecognisable, no time to be surprised how they were still alive. Their grip was still strong and you struggled to get out, kicking back and forth and shuffling backwards. The mud, blood and guts that your hands sunk into gave no form of leverage, screaming to be let go as the blackened corpse held onto you. 

He was getting closer, the ground shook harder with each step closer. You puked over yourself as you screamed to be let go, thrashing in the bodies you’re going to be left to rot with. This is likely to be your grave, surrounded by people who wanted you to die just like they did. 

A large hand grabbed you around the waist, picking you up from the floor with ease like a doll. The body that held onto you didn’t let go even still, feeling their weight hang off of you as they dangled from your ankle. You’re forced to look at him, face the monster that killed your family and destroyed your home.

There he was, The King of Curses. 

The wicked grin on his face widened as he looked down at you, spread across his cheeks and brandishing sharp teeth. Four red, blazing eyes stare at you with delight, laughing as you puke what you would assume to be the rest of your stomach contents. He was huge, horrifying and loving every minute of your personal torture. 

There was no way to get out of his grasp, no more running. You didn’t notice, but the arm beneath the one that held you moved and tore away the body that clung onto you. The dead weight was gone, but their terrifying grip was still on your flesh. All you could do was cry and try not to vomit again, hope for a quick and painless death. 

Your mom always told you what to do if you can’t run away, cornered with no way out.

“Please don’t kill me!” You plead helplessly. “Please! I can stay with you, whatever you want! Do whatever you’d like to me, I’ll be your slave for the rest of my life! I’ll find villages for you to demolish, people for you to eat, just please please don’t kill me!”

Sukuna watched you with mild interest. You’re not the first nor the last to be caught and pleading for mercy. Just like any other human he’s caught, he wonders if he should play with you. Back in his temple he has humans that work for him, do just about anything he needs; keep the place tidy and visually pleasing, produce humans for him to consume, ensure he isn’t bothered when he doesn’t want to be. Another one might be fun, at least to torture until you die somehow. The way you defecate on yourself is quite amusing, albeit a little sad. 

Is this humanity that he’s feeling? A small spark of something in his chest, unsure what it could possibly mean. Negative, he wants to assume it’s guilt or sympathy. He thinks about how your entire family is dead and what would be the point of letting you run away? You can tell people about him, warn them of his abilities and let nearby villages prepare and test his wrath. That could be fun. 

Nah.

Your head was flicked off by Sukuna’s thumb like a bottle cap, a clean tear in one swift motion. Hands that were holding onto his dropped after a moment, your body realising that the brain had disconnected and no more calls were coming through. Your body was quite nice, though. Shame you couldn’t stop defecating all over yourself. The potential was there – but then again, there’s plenty of other villages Sukuna hasn’t destroyed just yet. Where one falls, another shall be built over time and give him the opportunity to strike again. 

Sukuna has no humanity, no guilt and no sympathy for anyone. 

AAAHHH my dear @nkogneatho inspired me A LOT with this sexy post!! I had to share my thoughts!! Thank you so much for the sexy idea, Pasi!! ♥️♥️

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 400 Warnings: 18+, smut, consensual somnophilia, poly, Sukuna takes over Yuuji's body (consensual), light spanking, masturbation, creampie. Reader gets fucked by Sukuna and later on by Yuuji while Sukuna watches. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

Imagine sweet Yuuji being completely tired after a long day, and he is like,

"Hey, I have to get some sleep, but you two can have some fun. Sukuna, promise me to take good care of our girl, ok?"

And Kuna DOES take good care of you! Uses Yuuji's body to fuck your brains out. A bit rougher than Yuuji would do it, with lots of teasing comments and meaner thrusts. Your face is pressed into the pillow, your ass in the air, stinging a bit from the occasional slaps Sukuna gives it, your pussy twitching needily around Sukuna's cock as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you.

And once Sukuna has fucked you to sleep, a now-rested Yuuji comes back to hold you in his strong arms and cuddle you in your sleep, giving you all the love and aftercare you deserve. Until he gets horny from your naked body pressing against him.

Your wet pussy rubs against his thigh, leaking your cream and his warm seed onto his skin, driving him insane with need! Yuuji can't hold back and takes you too, sinking his fat cock into your already stretched-out pussy while spooning you. Moaning when he feels his own cum deep in you, where Kuna fucked it into you earlier.

"Fuck, baby, gonna give you more on top."

Yuuji holds you tight, playing with your tits and kissing your neck, snapping his hips almost desperately to fuck his cock deep into you while you are asleep. God, he loves you for allowing him and Sukuna to fuck you like that anytime they want!

Sukuna's lazy, tired voice is in Yuuji's head, giving him tips while Kuna is sprawled on his throne in his domain, slowly stroking his cock as he watches his two brats,

"Hmm yeah, do that again. She likes it right there. Make her cum in her sleep."

You wake up a while later, moaning from the intense orgasm you just had and thought was a dream, only to realize you are really getting railed from behind. This time by Yuuji, and you are stuffed with his orgasming cock, which is drenching your pussy with a fresh load of his cum.

Yuuji's cute mewls get joined by a growl, and you realize that Sukuna let a mouth appear on Yuuji's cheek, just to bless you with one of his sexy low groans, letting you know that he just came too to the sight of Yuuji fucking you.

THEY ARE MY BIGGEST WEAKNESS!! I LOVE POLY WITH YUUJI AND SUKUNA SO MUCH AAAHHH!! I hope you enjoyed it too! Thank you so much to my sweet Pasi for blessing me with this brainrot ♥️

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