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{SMAU}: sending the jjk men pictures of you wearing their initials as a necklace!

{includes}: toji, sukuna, and choso.

{warnings}: profanity, suggestiveness, mentions of sex, reader is referred to as “my woman” (sukuna’s part), “sweet little girl” (toji’s part), pet-names (brat, doll, cutie).

[part 1]

toji:

sukuna:

choso:

i completely forgot i had to post this 😭 everything has been so hectic, but here yall go!

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{SMAU}: asking the jjk men to put you in your place in bed!

{warnings}: profanity, suggestiveness, smut, pet-names (doll, mamas, baby), reader is referred to as “woman”.

{includes}: toji, sukuna, and choso.

[part 1]

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[ #1, Lord!Sukuna x knight!reader, heian-era trueform Sukuna, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, d/s relationship, graphic details, gnc reader, 600+ words ]

pt.2 (jealousy)

Ryomen Sukuna is to feast tonight. You, his right-hand knight, his first line of defence, his ever-faithful dog, his closest confidante, have prepared a banquet: you’ve slaughtered an entire Suguwara battalion. A fine stew they made, but Sukuna is still unsatisfied. 

“Be there no noble or peasant to fill my belly? No ample morsel in all these fertile lands?” Sukuna drawls, brows curled in annoyance. His entire court stands fearing their fates. The stew is finished, so is the rice and the wine.

“Then must I fare pale today?” His anger is terrible. Play your part, strong knight, save these trembling men. 

“O Lord,” You kneel onto one knee amid a parting crowd. “Point your finger and I shall hunt. My bow shall I draw, my sword shall I swing. You shall not go without your heart’s content.”

“Is that all you offer me, then?” His silken robes tinkle as he leans forward. 

“For you, I give you my teeth and nails,” comes your feverish vow. “My self and my soul, too. Pledged yours am I.”

“Hearty words, but my stomach goes unsated.”

“Then request, Lord. The sky itself will not be spared if you desire it so.”

“Will sky-air fill my hunger? I shall dine on something more precious.” His eyes burn crimson-flamed. “Your meat.”  

For a second you are taken aback, but the next one fills Sukuna with your aroma. Your unsheathed sword screeches against the marbled ground as you drag it with you up to his throne. In his lap you lay yourself and present your sword to him: Take it. Carve my flesh out as you desire. It’s all yours, anyway. 

If his courtiers, wives, concubines, soldiers and subjects gawk at the spectacle, Sukuna does not care. He caresses a gentle hand through your hair lest they cover the unwavering sincerity in your eyes. “No,” he declares, “Your deflowered sword shall not touch your skin. You deserve–,” his head leant down to yours, you breathe in the warmth of his exhale, “–a touch more worthy of you.”

You see the delight in Sukuna’s eyes before the horrifying pain rends through the centre of your chest. With one hand he’s broken your sternum apart and digs elbow-deep into your bloody mess of organs. Even with your reversed cursed technique it’s hard to keep awake: the hollow in your chest, the bloodloss, the unimaginable torture of it all pulling you under, away from your Lord’s blazing eyes that are all that you can perceive. You can feel every stretch of his finger inside you, every ripping tissue, every pulse on his heaving breath that echoes a desire that only you bring him. Only you and – found it – Sukuna, robes drenched in your blood red as his eyes, rips your heart out of you. It still beats for him. 

You can only lie limp cradled on his thighs and left arms as he sinks his teeth in, devotedly. An eye on his meal, another on his audience, and two on you. He does not say a word as he eats. What is there to say that you do not already understand? He eats your heart with overwhelming love and respect. 

Sukuna takes his time to chew through each bite, savouring the taste of your rich blood and strong sinews. This heart that nourished you since your birth, the one that stored memories of your childhood loves and dreams, all melt on his tongue. The flavour of your cursed energy, unparalleled. It pairs well with his own. 

He licks his fingers clean when he’s done. Not a single drop of blood of yours is wasted. You’re too pale, lips blue and palms white; Sukuna carries you to your chambers in his own arms. He does not offer to help you regenerate, he knows you can do it yourself. He trusts you. 

When you wake up, you find your sword next to you. Sukuna’s own blood, you can tell by its taste, is drying on your blade.

pt.2 (jealousy) masterlist

a/n: obsession x consumption x devotion my beloved trio

[ #2, Lord!Sukuna x knight!reader, heian-era trueform Sukuna, d/s relationship, graphic descriptions of torture and violence as a metaphor for love, misogyny, yandere!reader, jealousy, gnc reader, 800+ words ]

pt.1 (feast)

No one wants to bring the news to you: Sukuna has taken another knight. 

One he found mid-battle, similar to you. Young Gojo-kun, a sprightly boy only a few years younger than you, possesses the Six Eyes and Limitless cursed technique. One who apparently professed his loyalty to Sukuna in exchange for training. One who sits pampered in his tent across the post-war encampment. 

That you raged back into your tent, fell down weeping, bashed your things at the walls, ripped your hair and tore your robes off screaming in anger… it was all heard by the worried guards posted in front of your chambers. Never had they seen their noble knight with veins of cold steel so. It did not calm them down when you emerged from your doors, kimono falling off your shoulders, eyes puffy red, hair dishevelled, and your hand grasped, with foreboding surety, around your sword. 

The All-Seeing Gojo-kun titters at your state. His tent is among the largest, his throng of admirers sitting around like so. His feet are slung over a makeshift throne, about 20 paces from your determined steps.

“What an honour! The Butcher, in flesh!” He mocks. “Make space, Benkei, find a seat for the mistress-in-chief’s royal ass!” He takes no notice of the audience gasping, the inconceivable disrespect for someone like you. 

10 paces. “Won’t you please us with a dance, dog? Like you do for your master? A little tail-wagging?” Gojo-kun has nothing to worry about. Not only is he blessed with God-like sorcery and the heirdom of the Gojo Clan, he has the protection of Sukuna himself. Nothing can wee old you do to him.  

5 paces. “Please, I only tease you as a friend, haha! Will you go tattle to Sukuna now?”

3 paces. “But he won’t care, will he? Not when he’s bored with his old toy. One with no cursed technique.”

2 paces. “Not when he has me, the pinnacle of jujutsu sorcery.”

1 pace. You plant your footing in front of the smug Gojo-kun– “Keep crying for him like a virgin bride, you know that he’ll never return your pathe– ” and you cut his head off in one clean flash of your blade. 

Screams, a rushing crowd, weeping maidens, enraged men. Damn, you muse. That brat must’ve really gotten to me. My hand shook so much. Because why else would a few untorn threads of muscle still dare to patch his idiotic head onto his neck? The boy is still breathing. Good.  

You drag Gojo-kun’s body, his ornate robes collecting grass-dirt, by the hair. People stand by terrified lest they catch your eye. In his last moments, you correct his previous statement: you do have a cursed technique. Pain like rats are clawing through their chest, pain like they are being skinned and broiled alive, pain like their eyes, tongues, fingers and genitalia are being torn off…You can give one such pain at the time of their death. And the way his dead eyes are crying, you know that he’s penitent. 

His body flops to the ground as his neck-muscles finally snap apart. Tsk. Now you have to carry the head in one hand and rest in another. All the way up to the master tent, where Lord Sukuna must be holding court. 

No guard dares stop you. The courtiers part in haste. Sukuna himself sits up, eyes wide in shock. Like a wolfdog bringing a dead sparrow to present to its master, both parts of the corpse are dropped, as are your knees, to the ground at your Lord’s feet. 

“I caught this rat stealing from your granary, Sukuna-sama.” What a bold-faced lie, but which fool would correct you? “I protected you.” 

Sukuna knew that you were tamed in the sense that you did your best to be tame for him. He did anticipate some ill-feelings from you when he brought the boy along, not blunt murder. Should he punish you? You certainly deserved to be disciplined; he had grand plans for the Six-Eyes. But to look into the insanity carved in your stony eyes as you pointedly refuse to call him ‘my Lord’... No, I understand now. 

This was your way of saying, if the brat deserved to survive, he would have. Your cruel mouth says he wasn’t worthy of you. Your jealous heart says I am all that you require, my Lord. 

You dragged his corpse all the way here not to profess guilt but for something completely different: you want praise. Sukuna has never denied you anything. 

“Well done, knight.” Your Lord’s voice rumbles like rocks through the silence. “We are all grateful for your service.”

You offer him a deep prostration before you excuse yourself. The next time Sukuna spots you is at the dinner banquet, merry-making and loud-laughing with your comrades, sake and deer-meat aplenty, your knight uniform shining, long hair tied neat, sword pristine as a white lily. 

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a/n: Set in the Heian era (794-1185 AD), this Gojo isn't our Satoru Gojo, to clarify that. He also never got the chance to activate his Infinity before getting his head lopped off, poor guy ig.

knight!reader primarily fights with conventional weaponry, infuses cursed energy and uses New Shadow style techniques (which they discovered and founded), cuz their CT is pretty useless in actual battle. Most people, like Gojo-kun here, think that they don't have one. they're a horrifically savage fighter, tearing enemies into chunks, hence is also called 'The Butcher'.

While the biological sex of the knight is whatever the reader wants it to be, socially they play a male role. they dress in male military uniform, fight alongside men, were given a man's education, and get duties and respect that a man of that time would get. realistically, a woman would never get the high ranking of a knight.

knight!reader is not Sukuna's mistress or anything like that. it's just mean-spirited gossip. their relations are intensely close and kinda fucked up tho :)

[Sukuna x possessed!reader, demonic possession, religious undertones, d/s relationship, body control, smut, manipulation and gaslighting, dubcon ig, nipple play, kinda fucked up <3]

It’s all in your head. 

Dark bedroom. Moonlight outside. Smudged outlines of the nightlife out the window: distant club-goers, cars speeding down the street, flashy signs of 24/7 convenience stores.

You’re going insane, doll. 

Blankets are too heavy, too warm, a coffin-like pressure burying you alive deep underground– tear it off, tear it off you. Your pyjamas are drenched in cold sweat, your hair stuck dirty onto your red forehead, brushing into your teary eyes. Itchy, irritating, everywhere. Tear if off, get off, get off me. 

You strip off your clothes, your underwear, you try to scratch your skin-shell out. Get out, get away. It’s not working. He’s here. He’s in you. 

I’m always inside you. You’re mine. My darling doll. 

Ryomen Sukuna.

Yes, puppet? His voice echoes in your head, it mixes with your thoughts until you can’t separate you from him. 

You’ve been seeing him out of the corner of your eye for a while now. A glimpse of a moving shadow here in the corners of your room… and then nothing. A breath down the back of your neck… and then nothing. A weight over your chest as you slept… and then nothing when you woke up. Each time he gets closer and bolder. 

Don’t take my name in vain, doll. Come to me. 

You are wrenched to stumble to the floor-length mirror beside the bed. Do you walk, or are you being walked? You can’t tell anymore. You can’t feel anything other than the intense burn in your left arm as Sukuna’s markings manifest onto it. 

What do you say? 

“Thank you,” you reply, sweet plaything that you are. In the mirror, you can see yourself clearly: your naked skin scratched red with your nails, your hair messed, his markings stamped onto your left, eyes possessed. 

Sweat drips between the curve of your breasts. Your cries and gasps delight Sukuna as you lean over the mirror in pain again: the markings burn into your right arm now. 

A reward for your pretty words. Don’t you want more, sweetheart?

Who says your words? Whose lips move when you speak? Who are you? 

“I do, master. I want more.” 

Your sobs are loud. But Sukuna says that this is all inside your head. And inside your head there is just you and him. No one will hear you cry and beg. 

Sukuna’s markings hurt your pretty face as they appear. It’s a familiar pain now, one that claims a promise of something more. Lines across your cheeks, chin, nose and forehead. It’s as if he’s leaving kisses. 

Look into the mirror. Who do you see?

“You.”

Who do you belong to?

“You.”

He’s pleased. Kneel, doll. 

Down on your knees you await further burn. It trickles down your neck along with your tears, it caresses down your shoulders, it flows down your chest. Stings like hellish love.  

Goosebumps. Tight breaths. A blush over your marked face. Your fingers move to wet them inside your mouth and then pinch your pebbled nipples. “Ahhh~” Sukuna enjoys you. “Master, nghh, ah~”.  

Spread.

Your thigh split, your cunt exposed to the mirror. The final marks, around your thigh and right above your mons, sear into place. You have yet to recover from the pain when a hand leaves your breast and strokes through the patch of your womanly hair to spread your cunt open. Two pairs of hellfire eyes watch you. They watch you all the time. Everywhere. Inside and out.

He doesn’t let you touch, though. You simply kneel in that position, an open hole for display, your arousal dripping down your thighs and ass, every muscle pulled taut in your body, tits heaving as you puff and gulp, skin shining with moonlit sweat. Every inch of you is under his control. 

Perfect as porcelain, my doll. His monstrous laughs sound and resound in your head until nothing else but him remains. Ryomen Sukuna. No one else. No one else understands. No one else can see. It's just you and him. 

Your heart beats so desperately. You can taste him on your tongue. You can feel his many hands all over your stinging skin. You can’t think straight but– it must be– if you could but make sense of it–Sukuna–this must be love. 

And just like that, it’s over. The markings are gone. You collapse onto the floor of your bedroom. 

I’ll be back tomorrow night.

a/n: the italised and bold words are thoughts. which are of the possessed and which of the possessor?

“Y/N-chan..” Itadori called out from outside the dorm room.

“Yuji! Come on in, you can sit on my bed or chair.” Y/N said as she placed her box down.

Itadori made his way in, smelling the scent of them room which lingered off your body. Sitting down, Itadori looked down at his lap as Y/N sat beside him.

“Did you enjoy your trip with Gojo Sensei?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, I got to save someone on this mission.” Itadori said happily as he looked at the h/c girl.

“Really? That’s good!” Y/N praised.

“In fact, that’s why I came to you.” Itadori said, causing Y/N to raise an eyebrow. “Remember when we were younger and used to play as kids.?”

“Of course! We were so cute back then!” Y/N chuckled.

“Well.. you kinda promised me that if I became a superhero and saved someone then you’d give me kissy.” Itadori explained as he looked at Y/N.

“Really?! I’m surprised you even remember that. Well, I can kiss you but it has to be on the cheeks.” Y/N insisted.

“YAY!” Itadori cheered happily before sitting up and watching in the corner of his eye as Y/N’s plump lips reached closer and closer to his face.

He daydreamed of him and Y/N getting married, having that pretty pink castle from one of the millions of Barbie Movies, three kids and a hamster-

“Foolish Human.” A deep voice interrupted his thoughts only to be silenced once again.

“ITADORI!” Y/N yelled as blush spread across her face, jolting away frantically.

“Y/N-chan? Are you embarrassed? You can give me a small peck if you want-“ Itadori began to say.

“I said only your cheeks! You sly thing, that was my first kiss!” Y/N scolded.

“Wait, I didn’t move! Who said that…” Itadori began to say before his eyes widened and jaw dropped. Soon after, one eye and a mouth appeared in his face, laughing relentlessly.

“How foolish of you, you have this woman to yourself and don’t make the most of her?” Sukuna said as he calmed down.

Facing him, Y/N shrieked but covered her mouth and began wiping it with whatever sanitary wipes she had.

“Sukuna! That was going to be my first kiss from Y/N!” Itadori cried out as he clutched his head.

“In the past 1000 years, I never thought I’d be brought back to be kissed by a woman so delicate.” Sukuna mumbled causing the duo to look at him in shock. “I felt like the King I truly am.”

“Yuji! What if I get cursed?! I’m gonna die!” Y/N exclaimed as she shook Itadori.

“Oh I wouldn’t worry, woman. I plan on keeping you for a while, at least long enough for you to be my woman.” Sukuna said as the duo paused to stare at him in disbelief, Itadori looking into the mirror.

“Ew..” Y/N muttered as she ran out of the room and towards the bathroom.

“For a woman who’s a virgin, well was a virgin, she kisses quite well.” Sukuna praised before getting slapped away by Itadoris hand.

A/N: I don’t usually do JJK and I’ve only watched the first season so pls don’t request anything until I’m ready. Sorry my pookies but I just want to get my AOT requests done first and my other story. This was just a Drabble and I hope you all liked it 💕

hello! (｢`･ω･)｢ i hope your morning/day/night is goin swell! may i request a scenario where gojo, inumaki and sukuna find out that readers(they/them) cheeks are really squishy? like they're taking a nap on their lap and the squishyness shows up--- it would be kinda funny if the reader also has a strong and well built body and then theres the cheeks-- anyway thank u for reading!!!

<(*￣︶￣*)>i love ur writings sm!! ♥️

Their s/o having squishy cheeks

▪︎Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Inumaki Toge, and Ryomen Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen

▪︎Pronouns: they/them (Gn! Reader)

▪︎Genre: Humor, comedy, fluff, and crack

Note: Hi there! Thankyou for requesting and reading my works! I had fun writing this! I hope you don't mind but I made Sukuna's a tad bit different! I Hope this suits your taste!

After a long and tiring mission you couldn't help but feel exhausted and sleepy. Gojo noticing your drowsiness, insisted you sleep on his lap through out the entire train ride to Jujutsu Tech since you were the only people to board the train, you wouldn't disturb any one.

And oh boy he couldn't help but notice your cheeks squishing against his lap and it's the cutest thing he had ever witnessed in his entire life. He sort of emitted a squeal and snort at the same time making his students look at him weirdly and mildly concerned.

"Are you okay Gojo sensei-"

He finds your cheeks really cute so you bet he's gonna pinch and caress them 24/7 from now on. But he'll just stick to stroking your cheek for now, he doesn't want to get his ass handed to him infront of his students since that will damage his very fragile ego-

Yep, you read that right. You can easily defeat Gojo when it comes to close combat and he kinda finds it smexy- and he will use it to his advantage to throw you off guard and be flustered.

When he sees your lean and strong figure flexing those muscles, ACK- (he may or many not have asked you to step on him before-) It makes him more attracted to you. But, that doesn't mean you will be safe from the teases that's about to come.

"What do you want..?" You mumbled, clearlh exhausted as you swatted his hands away from your cheek. Satoru let out a laugh and played with your cheeks, oblivious to the menacing expression you have. "You're just so cute! And i didn't expect you to have very swuishy cheeks considering you're kinda muscular-"

Let's just say your group entered the school grounds with you red from embarassment and Gojo sporting an ever growing bruise on his cheek.

Toge looked down on his lap and there you were, laying down with your cheeks all mushed up making a small smile appear on his lips. Too bad you couldn't see it, and also, why hasn't he noticed your cheeks until now?

"Kelp." He gretted you as he brushed his hand on your hair. You groaned and a pout made it's way on your face. "Im tired, training for the sister school event is tough." Inumaki just stayed silent as his hands ghosted over your cheeks, tracing shapes into those fluffy soft skin.

This made you blush as you try to figure out why is he acting like this. "Is there something wrong baby?" You asked, you were about to stand up but he stopped you. "Bonito Flakes." He said as you felt him pinch your cheeks, a blush appeared in your face as you heard him chuckle at your adorableness.

"What are you doing?" You mumbled, clearly shy as he pretends to ignore you and just keep poking and pinching your cute cheeks.

He finds it adorable.

"Toge.." you mumbled, clearly flustered and embarassed, he doesn't normally show PDA so this was unexpected.

"Lovebirds! It's time to practice! Hurry up!" Maki yelled over, startling you both. You sat up and stretched, Inumaki quickly kissed your cheek leaving youa blushing mess.

He chuckled, how cute.

"Is something bothering you, my love?"

Sukuna looked from his throne as you neared him, eyebrows arched and eyes scanning over you inquisitively. You shrugged, "Nothing's bothering me."

He let out a hum as you sat in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and your cheeks against each other. He can feel you were at ease since he saw the tenseness from your body melt when you sat in his lap and snuggled.

If someone else did this to him he would kill them in an instant. You were the only one he allows to. He poked your cheek, being careful not to cut you as he inspected. "Is it always like this?" He mused, pinching your cheek.

You looked at him, confused at his actions. "What do you mean?" A somewhat dangerous aura engulfing your form which Sukuna didn't fail to notice. What he failed to do is sugar coat his words, it really isn't in his dictionary.

"Well, you have a well built body and soft pillowy cheeks. You don't think that's odd?"

Next thing he knew he was flying across his domain. You stalked him, a sweet but sinister smile strecthing across your face as he tried to get up.

"What are you trying to say, my love?"

He shivered inwardly, he needs to refrain himself from showing any fear to keep his repuation and already bruised ego. He's the King of curses after all.

"I said what I said." He said, getting up as he tried to recover from the punch you gave him. In terms of power, you both are just equally matched.

When he saw you about to deliver another blow, he quickly blurts out "What I mean is that it compliments your physique excellently my love! I adore every part of you!" Wether he said that out of fear of getting beaten up again or if he really meant it was the least of your concerns.

You hugged him and snuggled your face in his neck, "Oh you should've just said so! Stop goofing around!"

Sukuna coughed as you hugged him, still haven't quite recovered from the solid hit you landed on him.

He will need to keep this in mind for future references.

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sukuna´s the type of guy - ( @choso-is-bbg) he´s so tsudere LSJDSDKJ

lambent - ( @xo2dee ) kinda fluffy, true form!sukuna, pregnant!reader, heian era customs, hubby!sukuna, a lil cannibalism, THIS NEEDs A KDRAMA

paparazzi´s pov - ( @rayveneyed ) fluff, award winning actor!sukuna, singer!oc, he likes messing around with supermodels but then the both of them meet at a fashion show, next thing you know oc got an anklet with his initials in garnet AÑDLJSÑFDLJ i really like this, would love to see a longer version

mangoes - ( @sttoru ) fluff, pregnant!reader, hubby!sukuna, tru form!sukuna, SOOO CUTEE, this acc had me giggling and kicking my feet

type of husband - ( @tonycries ) fluff, this is so cute omgggg

Dating Ryomen Sukuna <3

Dating Ryomen Sukuna pt.2 <33

# — scrolling through Pinterest when I came across this photo, and a thought struck me,

What if your boyfriend, Ryomen Sukuna, had a reversible octo plushie that you gifted him to help him with his ‘anger issues’ as you put it.

“I’on need this stupid thing,”

Ohoho but did that stop him from using the thing?

Every time you look at the plushie its face has been flipped. And you damn well know your boyfriend’s mood matches.

Contents. Boy Nextdoor AU <- im going back to my roots, everybody celebrate A/N. inspired by an incorrect quote i read

Neighbor!Sukuna had taken up a new hobby ever since you gifted him a skateboard for his birthday. He hadn't ever skated before, maybe went roller skating a few times, but never with an actual board. And, like any other new hobby, Sukuna had to practice before he was able to perform tricks without embarrassing himself.

Thing is, Sukuna never wore any safety gear, neither his helmet nor his elbow and knee pads, even with his grandpa's constant scolding and reminding. The kid just never listened, and, as expected, Neighbor!Sukuna found himself getting more injuries than he could count; from little cuts and scars, to scraped knees and gashes. Luckily, he had a cute neighbor who was also more than willing to play nurse and help patch him up (you just disliked the sight of blood).

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" asked Sukuna, as you kissed the back of his hand after bandaging it up. Not like he wanted you to stop, but still, one's allowed to be curious every now and then.

You raised a brow, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Kissing your wound so it gets better faster?"

Now, normally Neighbor!Sukuna would mock you for still believing stuff like that, but considering the current situation, the only thing Sukuna could do was thank God for your innocence, and pray that you would continue believing shit like this for the rest of your life.

That night, after Sukuna walked you back to your house, and entered his own house nextdoor, he wasted no time in running upstairs to his brother's room. "Yuuji! Get your ass over here, and punch me in the mouth. Wait—no—punch me in the cheek. Actually—"

His twin cut him off, "I'll do you one better, how about I punch you everywhere?"

"That's—hm—not a bad idea." But before Sukuna could utter another word, his brother started answering his wish. "Ah, dude, fuck!"

Greedy

A/N: requested by @charbunxxi — i did something a little different, lmk if you would rather me repost a more accurate version to your request

The first thing Sukuna thought about after getting off his shift was you. You were the only thing he thought of while working, too. And, on the drive home, he almost crashed his car due to the fact that you were the only thing on his mind.

Some might say he's obsessive. Some might say he's deranged. Some might say he's a man deserving of nothing.

But then there's you, who says he's just a man in love.

He's a man who makes you breakfast and coffee — the way you like it. He's a man who draws you baths and washes your hair. He's a man who carries your bags after having gone shopping — with his card, obviously. He's a man who arrives at the apartment and — even then, still looks for home. He's a man who looks for you.

However, this time — unlike all other times, after slipping off his footwear and coat, he is unable to find you.

Maybe you were taking a shower? No. Maybe you were watching TV in the living room? Nope. Maybe you were doing laundry? Not even close.

When Sukuna finally succeeded in his search for you in your shared bedroom, he facepalmed. "'m so fuckin' stupid," he grunts out, as he crawls into bed.

You had fallen asleep while trying — but failing — to stay up in order to greet Sukuna after he returned home from work; but, he had had a longer shift than usual, and forgot to tell you.

He didn't mean to wake you. After all, it's not his fault that your pet cat just had to let out the world's loudest meow, announcing his arrival.

"You've got to be kidding me," he whispered, glaring at the little nuisance laying in the bed, cuddled up in your loving arms. The loving arms where he should be, not some ugly, good-for-nothing feline.

"My bad, baby. Swear, didn't mean to wake you—" He goes in to place a kiss on your cheek, but you simultaneously swerve away from him.

"No," you softly whine, shoving your head into the pillow.

"The fuck you mean 'no'? You seriously gonna deprive me of my well deserved kiss? After working a twelve hour shift?"

"No kisses." You mumble, your voice muffled.

Sukuna blinked at you, once, twice, thrice, until he finally concluded that you weren't just fucking around with him, and you were actually denying him of something totally essential to his well-being.

How was he meant to go on without your kisses? How would he live, breathe, eat, sleep, without your affection?

He tried to remove you from the pillow, but you instantly shoved your face back. "Noo."

"Sweetheart, I love you, y'know that already. And I wouldn't force you to do anything against your will. But, you don't understand, baby. What you're doing is completely and utterly cruel. This is wrong, on so many levels." He tried, again, to peel your face away from the pillow. And he succeeded, this time. But this time, you had a nasty pout on your face.

"You wanna know what's cruel? The fact you haven't showered, and yet, still have the audacity to crawl into bed. I'll have you know, I just replaced the bedsheets, and now here you are — dirtying them up."

"Babe, please—" He started.

"You are stinking up the whole goddamn apartment, Sukuna."

"You don't gotta be this way. We can talk it out."

"Sukuna—"

"C'mon, pretty girl. Just one? For little ol' me?"

You grumbled, but complied, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine, only one. But you have to take a shower after—mmph!"

Sukuna grabbed your face in his hands and tackled you down onto the bed, smashing his lips against yours so zealously that even the cat jumped out of your arms and off the bed.

-

It, indeed, was not just one kiss. But, it wasn't a total loss. Sukuna did end up taking that shower. And he gave you a reason to, as well.

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CUTEEE

Sukuna—being a tough guy—always had a rough exterior; but when it came down to his daughter? Ah, he could loosen up a bit. Especially now that school was starting up, his cortisol levels were starting to go through the roof.

"Do you have your water bottle?"

"Uh huh."

"What about your lunch box?"

"You packed it for me."

"Where's your backpack?"

"Daddy!" the little girl giggled. "It's on my back!" And as if to give a proof, she twirled around to show that the glittery rainbow backpack was, indeed, on her back.

You put a hand on Sukuna's arm, laughing, "Honey, you're making it sound as if our baby's going on an expedition to Antarctica."

Sukuna, frowning, turned to you, "She might as well be. You don't know how dangerous Kindergarten can be."

"Oh yeah? Well, luckily, our girl is a tough one just like her daddy, isn't she?" you pinched your daughter's chubby cheek.

In response, the girl let out a confident "mhm!" whilst pretending to flex her muscles.

After you dropped off your daughter at school, you turned to face your husband with a grin on your face. "See? Easy peasy. There was nothing for you to stress about, babe."

"No. No, you don't know how vicious these little five year olds can be. If I had to, I would—"

You covered Sukuna's mouth with your hand, "Don't tell me you would go beating up little kids."

"I don't care if they're fucking five," Sukuna removed your hand, "if they mess with my baby, I'll—"

You watched the widening eyes of nearby parents of said kids, and quickly interjected. "Okay, okay, I think that's enough. We should be going now," you laughed nervously, leading your husband to the parking lot.

"Do you want to hear what I'd do if someone made our little girl cry?" a very genuine Sukuna asked.

"Ryomen, please, let's not."

Okay, maybe Sukuna was still as rough as always.

Pretty Face | Itadori Yuuji

content : fem!reader, fluff

a/n : went for a drive this evening and couldn’t stop thinking about Yuuji and a golden sunset, not sure what happened at the end but I’m too lazy to rewrite it (っ◔◡◔)っ ❤

Yuuji loves everything about you, and he’s not sure why. Maybe it was your bubbling laughter. Maybe it was your glimmering e/c eyes. Maybe it was the way your lips curled into a cheeky grin whenever he said/did something mildly funny.

“What do you think about dogs?” You ask, chewing mindlessly on the popsicle stick. “You seem like a Golden Retriever kind of person.”

The summer cicadas are as loud as ever, reminding Yuuji of the beach date he’d promised you. 

He only stares, uncharacteristic of him but he can’t help it. The warm golden light falls upon your features and highlight the best parts of you. He feels his face flush when you catch him staring. He doesn’t look away. 

He kind of wants to kiss you.

“Yuuji?” You tilt your head and raise a brow. “Yuuji, you okay?” 

He nods slowly, too entranced with the way your eyes shine and the way your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth. You’re so beautiful that he feels his heart palpitate. 

Damn, he really wants to kiss you. 

“You’re pretty.” He says sincerely, shifting forward. 

The summer cicadas are drown out by the hammering of his heart against his ribcage. 

“Uh- uhm,” You stutter, face hot as you avert your gaze elsewhere. His honey-brown eyes follow your every move until you decide to speak. “You’re really– thank you, Yuuji.” 

You accept the kiss against your temple with a red face and shy smile.

Boyfie Sukuna in your bed in the morning

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Lots of fluff. 300 words. Minors don't interact. Divider by @/ioveartfilm

You wake up to the sound of loud purring, and when you turn around, you see your cat cuddling with your boyfriend Sukuna.

Sukuna's lying on his side, shirtless and still asleep. The blanket is pushed down to his hips, revealing his muscular arms and defined abs. And your cat has gotten comfy in those strong tattooed arms and is snuggling happily against Sukuna's naked chest.

You smile and quickly grab your phone from your nightstand to snap a picture. You love seeing Sukuna like this. Those secret moments in your bed where he is all unguarded and soft. Butterflies flutter in your stomach when he begins to stir and slowly opens his eyes, his gaze instantly finding you.

You smile fondly at him and whisper,

"Hey, baby."

Sukuna's voice sounds even lower than usual when he answers you, a bit raspy from sleep. Sexy and cute at the same time.

"Hmm, princess. What are you doing?"

Your smile grows and you snap another picture.

"I need a new lock screen, so smile for the camera, ok baby?"

Sukuna huffs softly, but his catlike eyes are warm when he looks directly into your camera. His large hand carefully cups your cat's small head, scratching behind her ears as her purring grows even louder.

A lazy, sleepy smile spreads over Sukuna's tattooed face, and your heart flutters. He looks so beautiful with that soft, sleepy smile, his beautiful maroon eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep and his pastel pink hair ruffled.

This is a version of Sukuna that only you get to see. The bad boy all soft and cute in your bed. Domesticated, just like the cat purring in his arms.

I NEED HIM! :(( Soft Sukuna in the morning makes me so weak!! Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed your morning with Kuna, too ;)

Reblogs and comments would be very sweet 💗

On the Court

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Basketballplayer!Sukuna who, whenever he shows up to practice, always gets asked about you by his teammates (sometimes random people — that he doesn't even know — ask him about you, too)

"How's Y/N doing?"

"Tell Y/N I said hi."

"I haven't seen Y/N around lately, how is she?"

"You'll ask how my girlfriend's doing, but not me? She's good — by the way." Sukuna always feigned to be hurt by these inquiries. He really wasn't . . . most of the time.

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who insists you give him a kiss before all of his games

"C'mon, baby, just one?" He pleaded. "You know you're my lucky charm."

You would always laugh, giving in to his desires. And in the end, he wasn't wrong. Sukuna comes out of most matches as victorious, thanks to you.

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who loves when you come to his practices, this doesn't happen often because you have to babysit Yuuji

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who, if you do come to his practices, always acts like it's a Magic Mike show: he'll wipe the sweat off his face with his jersey just to show off his bare abs; he'll drink from his water bottle like a dog, making the water drip all over

When he's feeling extra scandalous, he'll even say, "I'm so sweaty, babe. Come lick it."

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who always searches for you in crowds

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who would, without even a second of hesitation, skip a practice or even a game if you asked him to hang out or something like that

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who takes immense pride in showing you off as his

Sukuna pointed at you in the crowd to a new teammate of his, "See that beautiful lady over there? That's my girlfriend. My girlfriend."

Sukuna always teases, saying, "I wouldn't be surprised if we lost this game. I'll probably be too distracted looking at that absolute work of art sitting over there."

Albeit, sometimes his pride backfires on him.

"Isn't my girlfriend just so gorgeous?"

"Yeah, she is. She's like super hot," his teammate remarked.

"What the fuck did you just say about my girlfriend, you little son of a bitch."

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who gets so jealous when other people sit next to you at a game, but he can't (because he's playing) — sometimes you bring his baby brother, Yuuji, along with you and Yuuji sits next to you or on your lap, and Sukuna literally glares daggers at his brother

There was this one time, where a guy decided to sit next to you in the bleachers, and started to mansplain basketball to you. He told you all the rules, all the positions, and he even had the nerve to narrate Sukuna's game to you. And you, deciding not to interfere, just politely nodded.

It wasn't until the end of the game, when Sukuna had the chance to put this little boy in his place. Like you guys always do, you ran down the bleachers to congratulate Sukuna on his win. Most of the time, it's just a tight hug where the both of you share a chaste peck. But this time, Sukuna shoved his tongue down your throat, all while glaring at the guy from earlier.

Basketballplayer!Sukuna whose teammates always come to you whenever Sukuna gets mad after a loss; they know you're the only who's able to approach him without getting punched in the face

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who loves when you care for him after he gets injured

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who gets really annoyed when people try to hit on him, especially if they get in his way when he's trying to talk to you

"Hey, I saw you playing and you're like, really good."

"I know."

"I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't throw it."

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Basketballplayer!Sukuna who loves to fuck you while you wear his jersey; he can't help it; he just loves to see his last name on your back

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who would take you against the bleachers if you let him

Basketballplayer!Sukuna whose favorite position is having you on your hands and knees on the bleachers, he'll purposely pound into you just to feel you wobble and shake on the bleachers

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who fucks you like a rabid animal after a loss; he needs to get rid of all the pent frustration

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who'll tell you to be quiet whilst shoving his fingers in your mouth

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who meets up with you in the locker room after everyone's left, he gets annoyed when people tarry and delay his meeting with you

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who, after fucking in the locker room, will proceed to take you again in the shower room

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who absolutely degrades you, pulling on your hair and making you hiccup and sob, he thinks you look divine when there's mascara running down your face and you've lost the ability to say or think anything but his name

"Look at you, milking my cock dry. You were made for this; you were made for me. Dirty fucking slut. My dirty slut."

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who also whispers sweet nothings in your ear

"You're so beautiful, baby," his words were slurred, as his hips came to a stutter. "Such a good girl for me. Ah, shit. Look at the mess you've made of me. 'm drunk off of you, pretty girl."

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who goes round after round, his stamina is 100% inimitable

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who is not against sex in the car if people don't leave the gym fast enough

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who always has so much left over energy after a game that he fucks you senseless, leaves you absolutely destroyed, till your legs are shaking, cum is dripping between your legs, and you're mind is completely blank

i can't be the only one who thinks sukuna with four arms is still hot

bf sukuna >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

QUESTIONS I’VE NEVER ASKED MY BOYFRIEND [one]

RYOMEN SUKUNA X FEM! READER

[ series materlist ] 

- in which the reader asks a series of question to her boyfriend that she haven’t asked before.

- modern time period

You: Are you ready, babe?

Sukuna: Yeah, ready for your stupid questions

You: Oh shut up, you’re probably excited deep down

You: How do i look?

Sukuna: Filthy

You: That’s you way of saying i’m pretty? I get that you’re shy i’ll take it

Sukuna: You look pretty

You: Okay, let’s start

You: First question, let say that you’re single

You: What’s the first thing that attracts you in a girl?

Sukuna: Ass

You:

Sukuna: I’m joking baby, umm let me think

You: It’s probably ass that’s why you’re taking too long

Sukuna: Shut up, i’m answering not you

Sukuna: Good teeth maybe

You: Huh?

Sukuna: God, i hate people with bad teeth

You: Whatever, it’s better than ass

You: If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?

Sukuna: I won’t change anything, dummy

You: My attitude?

Sukuna: I wouldn’t like you if you had a different attitude

You: Even when i’m stubborn??

Sukuna: Even when you’re stubborn

Sukuna: If i don’t like you’re attitude, i’ve already broken up with you and found someone else

You: Try and i’ll cut off your dick

Sukuna: Whahahaha stink

You: When you first met me, what was your first thought about me?

Sukuna: Eh annoying

You: Be serious

Sukuna: I thought you were annoying, doll. Met you through Yuuji and that boy is annoying so you probably were too

You: So why’d you asked Yuuji all about me? Hmm?

Sukuna: Cause you we’re interesting

You: What do you mean?

Sukuna: You didn’t wanna sleep with me i found that interesting

You: Boy, not everyone wants to sleep with you

Sukuna: Shut up doll, now you’re obsessed with me

You: Okay, so remember you gave me your number on the second night we met and i took it but i didn’t text you or anything

You: What was going through your mind when i didn’t chat you like i said

Sukuna: I thought i wrote the number wrong or you just don’t fuck with me

You: So when i came to the tattoo shop and you saw me, what did you think about that?

Sukuna: That it was destiny, love

You: You don’t even believe in destiny

You: Did you enjoy tattooing me? The first time?

Sukuna: Yeah, you were staring at my body that time

You: Shut up! I wasn’t, it’s weird that you tattoo shirtless dork

Sukuna: That’s not my problem, dollface

You: So the night of that day, i texted you. How’d you feel?

Sukuna: Happy

You: Just happy?

Sukuna: Yeah, happy

You: You don’t like commitment, why were you sure of a relationship with me?

Sukuna: Because i like you. It’s not that i don’t like commitment there’s just no one i wanted to take seriously. I felt that with you. Ever since i met you i’ve been losing control, you know. I thought that i would’ve been miserable if you found someone else

You: You said, you’re first impression of me was annoying

Sukuna: Wanna know a secret?

You: Hmm?

Sukuna: One year

You: Huh?

Sukuna: When we first met i already liked you for months. I still thought you were annoying but i liked you. That night at the party you were the one who talked to me that’s why i had a chance to give my number to you.

You: Eh? You liked me even then???

Sukuna: Hm yeah, i guess? Saw you walking with Yuuji all the time. You had the face that i like.

You: You didn’t even know how i was as a person

Sukuna: I liked Yuuji’s stories about you

You: Do you think i love you more than you love me?

Sukuna: Impossible, sweetheart

You: Okay, this is an interesting one

You: If we ever break up, what do you think will be the reason?

Sukuna: [Name]

You: I just wanna know :(

Sukuna: We won’t

You: How sure are you???

Sukuna: Hmm very, you love me too much

You: Fair enough

You: Do you remember our first fight?

Sukuna: Um what was it again?

You: When i thought you were cheating on me but you weren’t and you got mad because of the fact that i don’t trust you

Sukuna: I was annoyed

Sukuna: Angry even

You: I’m sorry bub

You: It happened in our early days as a couple so i get a pass

Sukuna: Can i ask a question too?

You: Kay, what is it love

Sukuna: How much do you trust me?

You: Hmm i trust you enough to the point were i know my future will always be with you

Sukuna: Good save

You: I mean it!!!

You: You know how i don’t like thinking about the future because it’s scary?

You: When it comes to you i don’t feel scared of the future because i know at the end of the day everything will be okay when i’m with u

Sukuna: You’re getting emotional, don’t cry here

You: I’m not, next question now

You: Do you get annoyed when people assume you’ll just hurt and leave me?

Sukuna: I don’t care

You: Really?

Sukuna: I’ll only care if you actually believe them

You: I don’t believe them baby

Sukuna: I know

You: How do you know?

Sukuna: Cause you’re my girl

You: When you first met my parents, how did you feel?

Sukuna: Nervous, cause of the tattoos and stuff

You: What do you mean?

Sukuna: Well i don’t think face and body tattoos are good impression to your girlfriends parents so i was nervous that they won’t like me

You: They liked you though

You: My mom loves you

Sukuna: Hmm, also me and your father will grab dinner later

You: What???

Sukuna: You can’t come, boys only

You: The fuck?

You: My ass or boobs

Sukuna: Your ass

You: Why?

Sukuna: I like grabbing it

Sukuna: Smacking it also

Sukuna: and burying my face in it

You: How often do you think of sex?

Sukuna: I think of fucking you all day babe

You: Ew

Sukuna: You’re saying ew and you’re blushing

You: Am not, this is makeup

You: Okay last one, finish the sentence

You: [Name] is my … ???

Sukuna: Bitch

Sukuna: [Name] is my bitch

You: Not that

Sukuna: My whore

You: Nooooo

Sukuna: Hoe?

You: I hate you

Sukuna: okay

Sukuna: She’s my lover

Sukuna: [Name] is my lover

Sukuna: Good answer, eh? Now you’re blushing

You: Boy shut up, gimme a kiss

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