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My head started to hurt half way 🥲

So I'mma do maki, yuta and gojo's next maybe mai

Yes this is the sukuna x gn reader smau

Behind the scenes

Sukuna x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- your acting teacher decided to make a movie for the end of the school year but needed the two main roles which everyone wanted who wouldn't want to be the main character who got the most screen attention? But after people got rejected left and right it only left you and your biggest competition sukuna

Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

Welcome to act one

1. Praying for you

2. Stress free party

3. I'll help you practice

4. What are friends for?

5. Not such a good idea

6. I feel betrayed

7. Stop talking about it

8. Traveling

9. Out with friends

10. Home sick

Welcome to act two

11. If only you told me sooner

12. What am I gonna do?

13. What if I don't get the part?

14. Only fans

15. You are disliked

16. Need new friends

17. Acting strange

18. Calling for you

19. Wait he said what?

20. There's no way

Welcome to act three

21. Why are you doing this?

22. Act of kindness

23. I have the drama

24. I can't believe it

25. Don't argue

26. How to say thank you

27. Let's meet up

28. Took me by surprise

29. Jealousy, jealousy

30. Painful goodbye

HATE THAT I LOVE YOU || part 1.

mean!sukuna ryomen x fem!reader

It's already a part of Sukuna's personality to be mean, always throwing insults at every person he finds annoying here and there. And you were no exception. You ran after him like a lovesick puppy, happily smiling at his rejections, confessing to him multiple times how much you like him, and Sukuna wanted so much to strangle you for your persistence.

But when you stopped showing interest, maybe... just maybe, Sukuna didn't like the sound of it.

contents: sukuna x reader, soft!reader, reader is oblivious to sukuna's insults, mean!sukuna, golden retriever x black cat trope, reader is a happy pill (not to sukuna tho, yet), hurt/slight angst, modern college AU, sukuna is in a band, bassist!sukuna, not proofread, jjk characters in a band, siblings yuji and sukuna

warnings: cursing, slight nsfw

Note: THIS WAS A REPOST (?) kinda. I accidentally posted it from my drafts without even finishing the whole fic, and I WAS GONE FOR A MOMENT AND WENT BACK AND SAW PEOPLE LIKING IT ALREADY AND I WAS LIKE ?????? 😭 so for the sake of people who already read it, im just going to post it again now and hope you come back for part 2 😭

links: << part 2 > < part 3 >

***

Who's going to tell her?

Yuji, Sukuna's younger brother, smiled sadly at you when he saw you leaving another love letter for his sibling inside his locker. It was the fifth time since last month, and you haven't given up on Sukuna despite how he harshly told you that he's never going to like somebody like yourself. And Yuji witnessed it all as he remembers you picking up the scattered sweets on the floor that Sukuna pushed away from your hand, pitying at your helpless state.

But you still smiled at Sukuna after the rejection, Yuji didn't even know if it was forced or not, but he really admired you for your bravery.

Who's going to tell you that you're only going to end up hurting yourself in the end?

•

Sukuna almost forgot to breathe when he sees you in front of the school building, your head turning from left to right as you wait for him. He cursed, knowing how he's going to have to deal with you so early in the morning. And he wanted to complain so much why there's only one entrance in this damn forsaken university.

Your eyes lit up when you saw him, like a puppy wagging its tail when they saw their owner. You paid no mind as Sukuna gave you a death stare as he walked right passed, ignoring your little happy greeting. What a way to ruin his morning...

"Sukuna!–"

"Get lost."

But you smiled to yourself, just following Sukuna from behind. You were a new student to this school for almost a year now, a year younger than Sukuna, and just how lucky he is that he's the person you laid your eyes upon.

People always see you as the positive energy that roams around the school hallways, always smiling at people, and being the social butterfly that seems to never run out of social battery. You were kind to kids, you liked helping school admins or facilitators when you see them walking with a heavy workload, you were friends with your professors (even the strict ones), and everybody likes you for your kind nature ever since you first move to this university.

So why would you like someone so opposite from you?

Ryomen Sukuna, the school band's bassist. Girls fawn after him, but not as much as you do. Everybody knows how cold and mean of a person he was, and he didn't like it when anybody came his way. He'd straight up reject every confession from the girls who had the courage to come up to him, but whenever Sukuna said 'no' to them, hearts seemed to pop out from their eyes, because then again, it's Sukuna. It didn't matter to the girls if they were rejected. At least Sukuna graced them with his attention, and his cold, baritone voice.

But even after a rejection, the girls will just giggle and stop. Some will come back a few times, but no one ever did it like you.

Everyday, you never fail to wait for Sukuna so early in the morning to arrive at school. You'd greet him with a cheeky smile, eyes squinting happily at seeing his face, and Sukuna responds with a grunt, glaring at you as he harshly bumps your shoulder just to walk passed.

You didn't care though. You believed Sukuna just built a wall around him, and you're more than willing to break it.

•

"I like you, Sukuna!"

You are insane.

It's obvious on Sukuna's face that he already had enough of your nonsense, watching you confess to him for the hundredth time. There was a dark aura glooming his features, and yours were as bright as the sun, signifying how their dynamics are contrasting and unfitting for each other. But do you even care?

Sukuna tried to search your eyes for any signs of embarrassment, or even regret, just to see if you're finally planning to stop whatever escapades that lie before your heart.

"I'm not interested, brat." He spat, venom laced in his voice.

"I'll be at your show later to cheer you on!" You showed him your smile that almost made your eyes disappear, completely hearing what he said with one ear and letting it pass to the other.

He chuckled darkly, "I don't need another annoying kid screaming their lungs out for me."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!"

"Yeah? Then you should stop this by now. You fool."

You frowned, staring at his cold gaze that seemed to wrap all over your figure. But you're unfazed, no amount of glares and venomous words would even stop you from liking him.

"Now, that's just bad." You uttered, and then smiled once again. "But I forgive you, Sukuna!"

Sukuna heaved a sigh, grunting as he turned around. "Annoying."

•

"Hi, Sukuna!"

Sukuna stopped dead on his tracks when he saw you inside the band's music room. Your hair was tied in a bun, and you were wearing reading glasses as you hugged your clipboard on your chest.

"Ah, you finally arrived..." The band professor said. The professor said your name, saying that you'll be their manager from now on since there were a lot of gigs coming up for the band, and in need for someone to help them organize.

Sukuna's face turned sour, seeing how you just happily smiled at everyone in the room as you introduced yourself, shaking their hands and all that. When you turned to Sukuna, you held out your hand as well, waiting for him to accept and shake it.

His brows furrowed, looking at you and down to your waiting hand, but he scoffed. He moved away and found a seat near his bandmate, completely wanting to ignore your existence.

You coughed awkwardly, your hands scratching your neck instead.

•

"I bought snacks!"

It was another day at practice, everyone in the band was busy preparing for their next stage at the school's fair. You noticed how everyone was working hard enough, and you perfectly had the heart to do something nice so they can take a break for a while. Everyone's head turned to look at you, and their faces lit up at the sight of you holding four bags of snacks with both hands.

Their lead vocalist, Nanami, rushed to help you, taking the bags away and placing them at the table. He ruffled your hair fondly. "Thank you, sweetheart..."

You blushed, smiling at him. "Just doing my duties!"

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he played with the strings of his guitar. He didn't like the fact that he's always stuck with you everywhere he goes, annoyed how he's forced to be here with you even on band practice.

In his eyes, you were such a desperate brat who can't even read between the lines. He never liked girls like you who stick to him like leeches, cooing and batting their eyelashes for his attention.

And that made him hate you with all his guts.

Even worse that you always flash everyone with your happy energy, acting like everything is fine even though they're not. He hates how you ignore his refusals, how you didn't mind his cold shoulders, how he made it obvious that he might just want to strangle your neck when he gets the chance, and you're still going to look at him like he's not the meanest person in the world.

"Sukuna! Aren't you hungry?" You asked, approaching his side but keeping a step distance to maintain your professionalism. After all, you still know your boundaries when it comes to things like this.

"No."

"That's impossible–"

"Will you fucking shut up for once?"

The room fell silent as you bit your lip, trying to find the right words to say. Everyone looked awkwardly at the two of you, their eyes shifting at each other's.

The school band knew you liked Sukuna, and it wasn't really strange for them whenever you tried to call for his attention. They got used to it somehow, saved by your kind nature why they didn't mind your advances. But when it comes to Sukuna being harsh to you, they stand awkwardly, feeling hurt for you even.

"Sukuna, that's not a way to treat a lady." Their drummer, Suguru, came to cut the awkward silence.

Sukuna glared at him, placing his guitar on the wall, before storming off the room with a loud slam of the door.

You heave a sigh, forcing a small smile on your lips. "Well..."

"Don't mind him."

•

Sukuna never fails to attract women, he always had them lining up for him to take in his bedroom.

Of course, Sukuna also had his fair share of flings too, and some hook ups. Being the bassist of their school band, it's no shock that he was one of the famous members since he's just a sight for sore eyes.

The way his veiny and big hands strum the guitar? His dark eyes that looked intimidating through to the crowd? That smirk on his face whenever he's pleased about playing on the stage?

Oh, the girls love him. Everyone wants Ryomen Sukuna.

So what's so shocking when you stumbled upon an empty classroom, with Sukuna making out with some girl you didn't even know?

Her hair was messy, her shirt was lifted up on her chest, basically exposing her bra. And your eyes darted at her panties hanging on her knees as Sukuna had his hands underneath her skirt.

Your eyes widened, and Sukuna looked at you angrily for interrupting whatever was supposed to happen if you didn't enter the room. Immediately, you stumbled backwards, closing the door behind you as you ran away from the scene.

If his rejections didn't hurt you that much, well, that definitely did.

The whole day, you didn't attend their band practice, saying that you don't feel well and needed time off. It bothered you so much that you were restless, almost out of your mind as you try to finish your homeworks.

Every time you see Sukuna, you'd look away awkwardly. Biting your lip, and staring at your feet for God knows how many minutes.

Sukuna didn't care about what happened earlier though. It was better for it that way, with you witnessing something that may have given you the thought to just give up on him? Sukuna would be so happy that the heavens were finally on his side.

The lewd picture of Sukuna and the random girl runs in your memory like a film. The way his lips pressed on her mouth, his hands lingering on her skin—it was messing up in your head.

Something was tugging in your chest, a feeling that you never felt even before. You felt your face heating up, burning in whatever emotions that were spilling to burst from your tired eyes.

Just let it pass for a while. You'll be fine tomorrow.

•

Of course, you'd have to face it one way or another. And let it not affect you like you always do.

Sukuna cocked his eyebrow when he saw you the next day at the parking lot, waiting for him once again. You waved at him with a smile, and he just can't help but heave another sigh of frustration.

"What are you doing, brat?" He fumed.

"What do you mean? I was waiting for you!" You sounded so cheery that it made Sukuna have a headache. "I got you cookies! I baked them–"

"Cut it off." He said so coldly that it made you stop, the hands holding the cookies packed in a zip bag stopped midair. "I've fucking had enough of you."

"What do you mean? I just–"

"Aren't you going to stop after yesterday? Fucking take a hint, brat." He glared at you, his eyes turning red in anger. "Do you want me to fuck that girl and make you watch just so you'd leave me alone?"

His words rang in your head, echoing like a demon trying to choke you to death. Sukuna watched as you stared at him with tired eyes, and lips parted a bit. He never thought he'd see your appearance like this, so defenseless for once in his life.

"I like you, Sukuna. I really do." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you turned around to walk away from him, for the first time.

•

You remember a notebook that you left back in the band's practice room, so you planned to get it. And since the band had a scheduled meeting in just a few minutes, you planned to just stay and wait for them since your classes are done, making you the first person to arrive in the room.

Or so you thought.

You stumbled on your feet when you saw Sukuna after you opened the door. His legs were sprawled apart, the electric guitar in his lap, strumming in a slow rhythm. Your eyes darted at each other, and it took you a moment to snap out of your thoughts.

What are you gonna do? Walked out? Do you say goodbye to him first? Or are you going to say hi and stay? Should you get the notebook you left or not? Maybe just leave him alone? But you really needed that notebook, so what now?

"What are you looking at?"

You can't turn back. No. You'd look dumb. And you're getting tired of looking so helpless in front of him.

You faked a cough, stepping inside the room, "I didn't think you'd be here..."

You stand there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, despite how you're supposed to be looking for your things now. Sukuna paid no mind about your presence, just scribbling on a piece of paper after playing a different note on his guitar.

It took you long enough to start lifting your feet from the ground, relentlessly moving all over the shelves just to find the notebook that you left. You searched every corner, table tops, cabinets, and even chairs, but to your dismay, there was none.

You looked over at Sukuna who was busy with his guitar, mouth opening to speak, and then closing once again.

You moved a little to your spot, fiddling with your fingers and then spoke, "Hey... have you seen any pink notebook in here?"

You swear you wanted the floor to just eat you whole when he looked at you with those annoyed eyes once again.

"No."

Okay.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You headed to the table in front of him, full of papers and pens, and one cup of coffee. You read one of the papers and saw it was one of their self-composed pieces that they've been working at for a week now.

You lifted up the pile of papers to look for your missing item, but still nothing. You sighed, bending underneath the table in case it fell down, and lo and behold, your notebook that you've been looking for. You reached for it, stretching your arms out, and when you finally got a hold of it, you stood up abruptly.

But sometimes, you just happen to mess things up unintentionally...

You gasped loudly when you accidentally lost your balance, hitting the table in the process. Your hands landed on the edge of the table that caused it to shake, spilling the cup of coffee on the pieces of paper.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, pulling the cup of coffee away quickly.

"Fucking hell." Sukuna hissed when he saw what happened. He immediately stood up, taking the papers away so it won't get wet with coffee anymore.

"O-oh my god..." You shake, looking around to look for a tissue or anything to wipe the mess. "I'm sorry! I'll clean them up!" You said frantically as you try to reach for the papers, only making it worse when you suddenly tore them apart at your hold.

"Jesus Christ!" Sukuna cursed, pushing you away as he watched as the paper tore itself now. There's no use saving these papers anymore. But what's worse is that you messed up their musical piece, out of all papers that you could've spilled coffee to.

Your eyes watered, heart beating fast at the chaos that you made.

"You just can't do anything right, don't you?"

You look at Sukuna, eyes pleading for him to understand your situation. To at least be sympathetic.

"I didn't mean it! I'm sorry–"

"Your sorry won't fix anything!" He shouted that made you flinch.

"What's happening here?"

•

"I'm so sorry, I really am..." You sobbed in front of the whole band as you sat at the chair in the corner. Your hands were covering your face as you tried so hard not to cry too much, but you're wailing like a baby already.

Nanami kneeled in front of you, placing a hand on your knees and gently rubbing circles on it. "Don't cry, we'll figure it out."

Sukuna crossed his arms as he watched you getting comforted by Nanami. "It's clearly her fault–"

"Sukuna." Choso cut him off, his eyes telling him to shut up as he shakes his head in disapproval.

Sukuna only scoffed as he watched your figure become so small as you cried your heart out in front of everyone, muttering your apologies again and again.

He might've felt something in the pit of his stomach.

•

"At least say sorry to her, would you?" Yuji said as he and his brother played video games in their living room.

"Why should I?" Sukuna's eyes furrowed as his fingers focused on tapping the joystick, making loud noises that everyone can hear through the living room.

"It was kind of harsh, you know? She was already feeling sorry, yet you still had to slap it in her face. Plus, you literally shouted at her. You don't shout at a lady, man..."

Sukuna frowned.

He knew all too well that he didn't do anything wrong, he was just making you realize your mistakes. Yet why was he painted as the bad guy here now?

He groaned as they lost another game, throwing the joystick away in frustration. "Fine."

•

"She didn't come again?" Nanami asked as he entered the room.

"No, she said she's not feeling too good." Choso answered.

For some reason, Sukuna felt like everyone had their eyes on him. Either burning a hole in it, or asking if he knew where she went, or if he had seen her at all.

"Maybe you should say sorry to our manager."

Another nagging.

Sukuna's about to be sick of it. He didn't get how he's the one who would be sorry when it should've been you in the first place. You didn't just mess it up for him, you messed up the whole band for your clumsiness. Those papers were important after all, since it's going to be the music they're supposed to play for the school fest. So why was he at fault?

Why did he feel like he really had to make it up to you?

Why did he feel like cupping your cheeks to wipe your damn tears away when he saw you crying?

***

Here's the part 2!

I NEED PART 2

defiance | king!sukuna x servant!reader

master list

chapter one: did i give you permission?

summary: a psychic told the king that once he meets his soulmate, none of his concubines would have room in his life anymore. he had her banned from the premises for that absurd prediction, he loved his concubines equally. it wasn't until months later when he started believing the old bitch, after one annoying, disobedient servant started working at the shrine. tl;dr: sukuna is constantly fighting the urge to behead his very cute servant

genre: female reader, heian era au but incredibly historically inaccurate, 18+, grumpy x sunshine, fluff, smut, so much crack, angst, mutual pining, might be seen as dubcon but she wants him lol, no he wont have two sets of arms, and no he wont have two dicks, srry srry srry

fic warnings: profanity, explicit smut, ooc, more will be added

word count: 7.8k

extra info: sukuna's a sorcerer in this one, still ooc but not too much, mc's a messy bitch, she pretty much ran away from home for being a hoe. kind of inspired by the apothecary diaries with the whole concubine thing. ANYWAYS, enjoy the read and see you at the end notes!!

“Repeat that for me again,” the king demanded. He was staring daggers at the old woman’s audacity to even say that to him. He was appalled that she even thought that this would be acceptable.

“Of course, my king.” The old lady bowing in front of him said. “I had a vision last night of a woman taking the place of all five of your current concubines. The following vision was of her holding your hand on your deathbed, my grace.” 

The young king’s left eye slightly twitched at the old psychic speaking of seeing his death, along with the fact that she claimed some woman was going to come in to take his freedom away. 

At least that was his take away from her reading, the reading he did not remember asking for.

“And what does this woman look like?” He groaned, wondering why he was even entertaining her delusions. 

“Her appearance wasn’t very clear, my king. I just saw the silhouette of her. In the first vision, she seemed young, around your age.” She responded. 

Sukuna cackled, loudly and arrogantly. Everyone around him tensed up, knowing that was not a good sign. It was never a good sign. The last time he laughed like that, it ended with multiple noblemen being sliced into little micro-pieces. 

They were pretty much dust after the fact. 

He was a cruel man indeed. It never got easier for onlookers to watch either. The only thing they could do was remember the signs and avert their eyes until the inevitable happened. And even then, sometimes he’d snap without one of his subtle warnings. 

He was unpredictable.

“So you speak of a young woman holding me on my deathbed, and you can’t even put a fucking face on her?” He scoffed. “Uraume! Get this old woman out of my face. And never allow her back onto the premises again.” He demanded. 

Everyone in the throne room let out a sigh of relief, they really thought the frail woman would be his next victim. The only reason why he let her go was because she asked him for nothing in return. She just waltzed into his damn shrine, wanting to share her visual hallucinations. He thought being delusional was enough of a punishment. 

—

It’s been a month since you started working at Sukuna’s shrine as one of the many servants. You wouldn’t even consider yourself a servant since you doubt you’d ever be serving the king directly. You were more of a cleaning lady, your given daily tasks were keeping the common areas clean and washing the dirty dishes three times a day. 

But you couldn’t complain. It was either this, or getting stoned to death by your family for getting caught in the bed of an older general. He wasn’t even that old, he was 36. It’s not like you were technically committing adultery either, Toji had multiple wives. One night of fun with him wasn’t going to do any damage. Your family was just mad that you didn’t want to be his fourth one after he brought it up as a solution. 

So, you ran off to the big, bad Sukuna’s shrine. You’ve heard many things– terrible things– about him, but you also heard he takes in workers often… so you took your chances. You’d be less likely to end up dead anyways, at least not within the next couple years. 

Besides, what was your family going to do? Barge into his territory and demand for him to hand you over? Not. At. All. They cherished their lives just as much as you cherished yours, so that was off the table. 

Luckily, you didn’t see the king when you ran into the estate that night. He was probably in bed with one of his companions. You’ve heard rumors about his concubines. They’re some of the rarest women on earth. The most beautiful women, plucked away from the most noble families in exchange for their territory's protection. 

Instead, you were met with his rather young assistant, Uraume. They couldn’t be any older than you, but they were cold. Uraume didn’t even ask any questions aside from what you wanted from Sukuna. After you asked for work and shelter, they quickly shuffled you off to an empty servant’s quarter, handed you a sweet potato for dinner, and then slammed your door shut. 

A different person woke you up the following morning, before the sun even came up. Her name was Mikoto. She was middle aged, you were guessing she was around her 40’s, and a lot warmer than Uraume. From there, she told you what your duties would be, handed you your new uniform which was just a simple off-white yukata, and then shuffled you off to the servant’s bathing room to get ready for the day. 

Sukuna had strict rules for everyone that lived and worked at the shrine. Keep your hair clean and out of your face, no dirt under your fingernails, have good posture, don’t directly look at him, and do not speak to him unless he asks– which was often never. There was more on his list of rules, but apparently those were the ones he mainly paid attention to. 

In the month you’ve worked there, you’ve only caught a glimpse of him a handful of times. 

The first time was when you and a couple of other servants were sweeping the courtyard. He had just come back from what you presumed was a battle, judging by the blood he was covered in.. and tracking some of it through the freshly sweeped areas. 

You were slow to move at first, wondering why everyone frantically got down on their knees and lowered their heads. One of the girls actually liked having your company, and forced you to get down with her before he could notice your lack of manners. 

Once you were down, your eyes were glued to the ground. You held on to your broom tightly as the sound of his footsteps suddenly came to a halt. You felt your heart drop to your stomach, silently praying that he didn’t notice your delayed bow. 

After what felt like forever of just pure silence from him and everyone in his vicinity, the sound of footsteps started again. But this time, the sound increasingly got closer to you until the king's feet were in your view.

You were so fucked.

He shuffled his stance a bit, you could tell he was observing you and you unknowingly held your breath because of it. 

“Is she new?” He asked Uraume. 

“Yes. She started this month.” They answered, as cold and uninterested as ever.

To your surprise and everyone else’s, Sukuna let out a little hum before turning on his heel and making his way back to his chambers. 

He also left a trace of blood in front of you. You couldn’t help but look at it, and followed its trail to the man that left it. 

You only saw a glimpse of it, the fluffy pink hair and his exposed back. He walked in with the top part of his robe hanging off from his waist, showing off his well defined back and the tattoos that covered it. 

He was built like a warrior, and looked younger than you’d expected, even if you didn’t see his face.

— 

The second time you saw Sukuna was near the river behind the shrine. It was early in the morning, the sun was just coming up and filling the skies with orange hues. 

You were watching the sunrise while eating your breakfast, which was the usual sweet potato. It was kind of your comfort food at that point since it was your first meal after escaping your family. It signified freedom in a way, even if you were chained to the shrine for the rest of your life. 

You were sitting at a bench that was next to an old tree that easily covered you. You were so focused on the view and thinking about other things that your mind didn't even register the footsteps that were coming up behind the tree. 

Pink and pure muscle came into view before you could even focus on it. The last person you’d expect to see in the morning was the king, who was in fact shirtless and half asleep as he made his way to the hot springs. 

You figured he was too tired to even notice you, you were sure you blended into the background when it came to him anyways. So you let your eyes linger on him as he walked past you— keeping his eyes forward. 

This was the man everyone feared?

He was young, he couldn’t be that much older than you. And despite his face being covered with tattoos as well, he was beautiful. Perfectly defined nose, piercing eyes, a strong jawline. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, and couldn’t believe he was cruel enough to punish those who’ve had the same problem. 

The world and time itself slowed down during those 4 seconds he walked past you. You put your head down once he finally did, in hopes that if he did suddenly notice your presence, he wouldn’t think that you were disrespecting him. 

The rest of the times you’ve seen were just as random as the others, but those times you were out of his view so that you could actually look at him. 

All of those times he was accompanied by someone else, whether it was walking around with Uraume or speaking to one of his concubines. Other than that, he stayed in his chambers or was out doing whatever he did. 

Which was slaughtering civilians, or at least that’s what you told yourself after the first impression you had of him. Covered in blood and all— which seemed like the norm for him.

—- 

You had finished your duties early for the morning and decided to help a couple of servants with their laundry duties. Their names were Akari and Miya. You’ve grown quite close to them during your time at the shrine. You didn’t think you’d make any friends when you first got there, but soon your interactions with them were filled with laughter. 

You’ve always hated doing laundry, but you didn’t mind helping since you were only folding robes and towels.

Your conversations were mainly just gossip, it was hard not to since life at the shrine was boring in general. Word around there spreads like a wildfire because of it. The last time you hung out with the two, they were itching to tell you all about Lady Yumi.. and her personal itch. 

Apparently the king refused to visit her for a whole month until she got her yeast infection under control, and she threatened to throw herself off of a balcony that was only 8 feet off the ground. You felt bad, but you also thought it was funny with how Miya delivered the news. But overall you felt sorry for the Lady, it’s not like people purposely choose to have yeast infections. Especially not when your sole purpose at the shrine was to fuck the king.

But you digress, it wasn’t your problem. 

The goss today was just as juicy as always. Akari just talked about how a couple of the servants fought each other over who got to serve the king his dinner the other day. And when they fought, they fucking fought. Like scratching, slapping, bared teeth– Uraume had to get in the middle of the two and ended up being the one to serve Sukuna his dinner instead. 

“Why is the fabric moving,” You wearily asked as if the two would know. 

And they didn’t, they looked just as cautious as you did. The three of you stared at the last basket, wondering if it was a ghost or if it was an animal that was making the fabric ruffle on it’s own. You hoped it was the latter, but given the king's violent tendencies, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was the former. 

You slowly got up from your seat and made your way to the piece of cotton in the basket that was still moving and yanked it off to reveal what was underneath. 

Shrieks of horror from the three of you filled the little room as a snake convulsed inside the basket, clearly pissed that its presence was suddenly revealed. 

It didn’t try to attack you— yet. But that wasn’t enough to calm any of you down. Judging by their reactions, they knew nothing of snakes either, which meant none of you knew if the fucking thing was venomous or not.

But did that really matter? No. None of you wanted to get bit in the first place. 

Your fight or flight instincts caught up to you fast, making you lunge forward to grab the snake just below it’s head to keep it from biting you or the girls. 

You quickly ran out of the room and flung the thing off the balcony and into the grassy area, leaving it for the next person to deal with— all while you, Miya and Akari continued to scream. 

That was probably the scariest moment of your life since arriving there. Even after getting the snake out of the laundry room, you were still trembling in fear and recoiling in disgust over how its skin felt on your hands. 

“If you were brave enough to grab it, why didn’t you just kill it?!” Akari was still hysterical as she asked literally the dumbest question ever. 

“Kill it?! With what?!” You spat back, just as hysterical as she was. 

“Okay let’s all just breathe. And just be thankful that the thing is gone.” Miya tried to look at the bright side, even though she was trembling more than you and Akari. 

You finally caught your breath and ended up giggling at Akari’s question as to why you didn’t kill it, making her laugh it off too. 

“How could I possibly kill something that resembles our cute lord and savior Sukuna?” You playfully said to her. 

“Stop it,” Akari clicked her tongue at your comment. She knew all about your little crush on him. It wasn’t new to her, the servants who did have the privilege of looking at him fell in love with him instantly. Even if he did verbally abuse some of them. 

“Get inside and shut the door before that thing gets in again!” Miya cut into the conversation, still shaken up and slightly appalled at how you two were able to change the subject so quickly.

Sukuna stood there in disbelief over the chaotic scene he had witnessed in a place that he thought had order and discipline. 

All he wanted that afternoon was to take a peaceful walk around the halls but that was obviously too much to ask. He saw it all. The screaming, the snake handling, the snake throwing, you insulting him and complimenting him. 

Which is a backhanded compliment in his eyes since the last thing he should be seen as is cute.

He stayed in the hall to see if you’d eventually notice him standing right behind you, but you never did. You were too occupied with your little friends.

He didn’t even know what to think of it, he was confused and appalled at the behavior. He’s always noticed you since the day you almost forgot to bow to him in the courtyard, and has consistently been able to scope you out in the crowd of servants ever since. 

He looked over the balcony to find the snake you and your little friends were deathly afraid of. He considered striking it with a flame, but decided against it because it wasn’t venomous. If anyone did get bit, they’d survive without having to use up extra medicinal resources. 

He obviously wasn’t too worried though, you clearly knew how to handle yourself. 

—-

“Do you even know why I summoned you today?” He scoffed, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his throne.

“I’m assuming it’s because I called you cute,” you nervously squeaked out with your hands and head pressed to the ground. 

You knew exactly why he summoned you, and decided to indirectly call him cute in attempts to lessen the blow. If you were on your way to the guillotine, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least try to weasel your way out of it.

“No.” He put his head in his hand and let out a long, rather disappointed sigh. “You compared your king to a fucking snake. I should have your tongue for that.” He reminded you of who he was, and what he was capable of.

“My deepest apologies, your majesty.” You felt like you were about to cry.

“..my king,” he corrected you while gritting his teeth. 

“My deepest apologies, my king.” You said, keeping your head down. 

Sukuna was quiet after that, smirking while looking down at you. His emotions at that moment went back and forth between annoyance and excitement. He almost let the snake incident go, but decided against it because he thought speaking to you would be quite entertaining.

And it was. This was fun. Even his concubine that was with him noticed he was enjoying himself too. If you didn’t have your head down, you would’ve noticed her death glare towards you.

“I will let you go with a warning, but this will be your only one. You may go now— don’t fucking look at me.” He spat out, causing everyone around him to tense up. 

His dismissal took you by surprise, causing you to shoot your head up at him. 

“Sorry master,” You squeaked out as you quickly made your way out of the throne room. Your second mistake at addressing him made his jaw drop. You were gone before he could even correct you again. 

You didn’t even thank him for sparing your life.

He was annoyed, confused, and honestly, a little turned on from the blatant lack of fear you had towards him. No one dared be this casual with him, yet here you were calling him cute for the second time and looking at him like there was something wrong with him for not killing you.

—

Daily life at the shrine was peaceful, unlike the horror stories you’ve heard from different villagers throughout the years. He even spared your life that one time he thought you were talking shit about him. All the servants really spent their time doing was tending to the grounds for Sukuna and whatever visitors he had. 

Your duties have changed since he summoned you, and scolded you. You’ve been tending to the flower garden at the back of the estate for the past two months now, away from most of the workers. You had no complaints, it was beautiful— situated right next to the river and away from all the others. The alone time kind of sucked but being surrounded by beauty brought a certain peace within you. It was the best you’ve felt in a long time even if you did miss your 2 friends. 

Sukuna watched from his balcony as you cut some flowers and put them in the basket. He’s been wanting to approach you for some time now, but doesn’t quite exactly know how. You were a servant, he didn’t really have business with you. But today he had the perfect reason. 

Your hair was down and in your fucking face. He couldn’t let you think you’d be able to get away with that just because you spent your days away from the others, right? That would be against the rules. That would mean he’d be giving you special treatment, something he doesn’t even give his concubines no matter how many times he’s fucked them. 

He put on his robe and giddily made his way down to the garden. He chuckled to himself wondering what would come out of your mouth this time. Would you try to compliment him again in order to avoid consequences? Or would you actually be scared this time now that you two would be alone completely. 

You looked so peaceful as he quietly approached you. You didn’t hear him walk up to you at all. Just as you were about to snip one of the spider lilies, you heard someone whisper ‘what are you doing’ in your ear.

You completely dropped to your knees and let out a blood-curdling scream thinking today was the day you’d finally have an encounter with one of the shrine’s ghosts. The sudden scream even startled him, making him jump back.

“Calm dow– I did not give you permission to. look. at. me.” He scolded. “Get up!”

“I thought you were one of the ghosts!” You threw your head back and whined. Your eyes were squeezed shut, not wanting him to yell at you again for looking at him. “I’m sorry,” You started to sniffle. 

Did he really scare you that bad? And what ghost? He wasn’t even going to entertain that.

“Are you? Stop it– right this instant. Do not start crying,” He groaned as he watched you whimper. 

“Okay,” You faintly said before taking a deep breath, trying to recollect yourself. 

Sukuna watched you, yet again, in disbelief over your lack of manners. 

“Stand up,” He ordered again, his tone less harsh this time. He slightly felt bad for scaring you. “Do you know why I’m here right now?”

“..No.” You admitted. 

“No?” He walked closer to you. “Again, I didn’t give you permission to look at me.” 

“No,” You repeat yourself. 

Sukuna started walking a circle around you, all while taking you in. He’s always enjoyed the sight of you from afar, and it was even better now that he was this close to you. His footsteps came to a complete stop when he got behind and slightly bent down. 

“Describe what you’re wearing right now,” His voice was extra low and raspy, and painfully close to your ear.

“A white yukata and brown sandals,” You answered. 

“And your hair~” He continued, now borderline teasing you. 

“Is down.”

“And in your face,” He finished the sentence. “Now tell me, is that allowed?”

“..No.”

“Are you one of those girls that need to be talked through it?” He whispered.

“Sometimes,” You said, making him snort at your honesty. 

“As much as I like your hair, and enjoy seeing it down, I can’t make an exception for you,” He reminded you before standing straight up again. 

Before you could even respond, you felt his fingers on the sides of your head. You held your breath as he started to gently tuck your hair behind your ears. He didn’t stop there. He then lightly traced the sides of your neck to collect the rest of your hair, and smiled as he watched the goosebumps quickly form on your skin. Your skin was so soft. 

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” He said as he realized you were holding your breath. He started to tightly twist your hair, pulled out a clip from out of nowhere, and clipped your hair up and out of your face. 

Once he was done, he told you to get back to work and walked away– leaving you stunned over what just happened. 

—

You didn’t see the king for another week after the strange encounter you had with him. You didn’t dare wear that hairclip he put on you either. It was way too nice to be a regular hair clip, and figured it belonged to one of his concubines.

Even though he didn’t scold or threaten you for having your hair down, you didn’t do it again. You figured there were eyes everywhere around the estate despite being tucked away for the majority of the day. Someone must’ve caught you and told on you. And you didn’t want the king to have to warn you a third time. 

The third time probably wouldn’t even be a warning, he’d most likely get straight to punishing. 

Once you finished making flower arrangements and setting them up in the common areas, you headed back to your room to grab your usual bathing supplies. Tending to the garden wasn’t back breaking work, but working with dirt in the sun left you reasonably dirty. 

Upon entering, you immediately see a basket filled with goods on your bed. It had haircare and body wash— luxurious ones at that. And some nuts and chocolates along with a small bottle of sake. Were you even allowed to drink?

As much as you wanted to feel excited over the gift, you were a little scared. The only one who could afford such things was the king, but you highly doubted it since he decided to have you out in the sun all day as punishment for comparing him to a snake that one time.

Fuck. Did that bastard sell you off for the night and now you had to prepare yourself? That wasn’t part of your list of duties. 

You slammed the door open and ran out to find Uraume. If that was the case, you wanted to be mentally prepared instead of having some man randomly show up to your quarters in the middle of the night.

“Uraume!” You called out, trying to catch your breath. 

“Can I help you, servant?” They calmly responded, yet made sure to emphasize the servant part so you knew your place. 

“There was a basket on my bed, what is it for?” You asked. 

“You, obviously.”

“But why? Is there anything needed of me?” You continued to ask questions, still confused as to why you have it. 

“Not at all. Just consider it a gift. You may also take the day off tomorrow, so enjoy it.” They said in the same monotone voice. 

“W-wait, who is—“ you tried to stop them as they started to walk away.

“No more questions, just accept the gift.” They still kept walking, uninterested in holding a conversation with you any longer than they already had. 

Well, at least you didn’t have to entertain anybody for tonight. And you got to have the day off tomorrow. But what was there even to do? The shrine was kind of boring. And it’s like you couldn’t leave the premises anyways, unless you wanted Sukuna to gut you like a fucking fish for attempting to escape. 

Whatever. You’d figure it out tomorrow. Maybe you’d be allowed to grab a book from the library. 

You finally bathed. The products that were gifted to you smelled amazing, unlike anything you’ve smelled before. It was a mixture of florals like jasmine, with a hint of vanilla. Something a servant should absolutely not be smelling like. But you guessed you could just avoid everyone for the rest of the night and tomorrow, the scent will probably fade by then. 

After you scrubbed all the dirt off you made your way to the hot springs. There was a schedule on who could use it. Sukuna along with higher ranking workers including the concubines were to use it in the morning and afternoon. Meanwhile, servants could use it at night. 

To your luck, it was completely empty tonight. There was a festival coming up, so you figured a most of the servants were preparing for it. You probably would’ve been on duty for it too if you hadn't been moved to the gardens. 

You stripped down and got into the spring. It was hot, but not the uncomfortable kind. Getting in it made you realize just how tense you’ve been since running away from home. You felt all the muscles in your body immediately relax, making you take in a deep breath. You made your way to the other end of the spring, laid your head on the edge of it, and closed your eyes as you let your mind wander off. 

You wondered what your family was up to, even though you really shouldn’t be. You were pretty much dead to them. It hurt to think about, you were extremely close with them before the Toji incident. At the end of the day, you had nobody to blame but yourself. You knew how strict your parents were. Despite being of age, you also knew they still wouldn’t accept you being with a man unless you were actually married. The fact that Toji was already married made the situation even ten times worse. 

You don’t even know how they found out. One day they just caught you sneaking out of his compound in the early morning, and you ran back inside to avoid them from punishing you. You agreed to marrying him at first, but it was only so that they’d calm down enough for you to sneak out. Once you got the chance, you literally ran for the hills– not once looking back as you made your way to the shrine for refuge.

You only had 10 peaceful minutes to yourself before you heard someone submerge themself into the water. Something in your gut told you not to look right away, so you didn’t.

You could immediately tell who it was from the corner of your eye. You kept your lips shut and eyes ahead of you as you rested your arms and head on the edge of spring. 

Even though you couldn’t directly look at him, you saw he was laying back with his arms resting over the same edge as you. He was dangerously close, but ignored your presence as he himself started to relax.

You turned away from him and made your way towards the stone steps to leave. Even though you still didn’t remember all the rules, you were sure staying in the hot spring with him was one of his many no-no’s.

“I didn’t say you could leave.” He said, making you freeze in place. “Get back here– goood. Wow, you actually do know how to follow directions.” His tone was filled with false enthusiasm.

You slowly made your way back to where you were, still averting your eyes from him, and once again leaned over the edge of the hot spring. 

He cleared his throat before speaking. “Did you like the basket?” 

“I did.” You softly answered. “Did you get it because I smelled bad?” You asked. 

“I— what the fuck?— no.” He scoffed at your question, incredibly offended by your sudden laxness. You were as timid as a mouse literally two seconds ago. 

“Just say thank you,” he mumbled out. 

“Thank you,” You said. You swore you heard a part of his neck snap from how fast he turned his head to look at you. 

“-my king,” you corrected yourself, drawing a sudden chuckle out of him. 

“You can look at me, if you’d like.” He quietly said, taking a sip from his cup of sake. 

“Will there be any consequences if I do?” 

“Maybe. But none that would result in death.”  

“How kind of you to spare me,” a smile tugged at your lips as you turned your head to look at him. 

He was beautiful. Even more so up close. You couldn’t tell if his bottom eyes were real. Without even thinking, you slowly raised your hand up to try to poke at it. Before you were able to do that, an extra mouth suddenly formed under it and tried to bite at you, causing you to reel your hand back. Its sudden appearance was terrifying.

Sukuna threw his head back in laughter, you weren’t scared of handling a snake but you were scared of a little extra mouth. 

Well, he could understand why it was a little scary. You probably didn’t even know of his abilities. 

“I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me, let alone try to poke my eyeball.” He tried to scold you, but failed since he couldn’t contain his laughter. The way your whole body recoiled in horror was too good. 

“S-sorry. Is it real?” You asked, slowly scooting back from him. 

“It is,” he said in a velvety tone, scooching towards you. “Aside from you accusing me of thinking that you stink, what else did you think of the basket?” He hummed out. 

You didn’t think you’d ever see this side of him, from the handful of times you’ve seen him and the stories you’ve heard of him, the man was intense. Yet here he was smiling at you and asking you questions. His sudden openness put you on edge, leaving you wondering what it was he wanted from you. 

“I thought it was nice. The products smelled good, and the treats were really tasty.” You paused, wondering if you should keep going. 

But he was clearly listening to you with intent, so you did. “I’ve actually never had chocolate before, I only had a little bit of it so I could have some more tomorrow. And the conditioner smelled so good. It made my hair really soft too.” 

He chuckled at how detailed your responses were, reaching his hand out to touch your hair. You were right, it was soft. But it was also soft the last time he touched your hair too.

Before approaching you, he already had a gut feeling that you were a talker. And his intuition so far has not failed him. But he kind of liked it– the way the words just glided right off your tongue, you were easy to listen to. It was also a change, the only one who openly spoke to him without any underlying fear aside from you was Uraume. Even the concubines feared him, not wanting to lose their place and status.

You were entertaining to be around. No wonder why all the servant girls would flock to you. Which was slightly annoying, since it kept you from doing your duties, it was half the reason why he decided to move you to the gardens. But mainly because he wanted to keep an eye on you.

He also realized this was the longest he’s ever spoken to a servant, and wondered what the fuck he was doing with his life. But yet again, you were both in a hot spring together— naked at that. 

He was clearly past whatever line he’s drawn in the past between himself and peasants. 

He leaned his head back and let out a long sigh, letting the hot water further relax his body and heart that was starting to beat a little too fast for his liking.

He didn’t want to admit it, but you were absolutely the one that old psychic spoke of. You had to be. He hasn’t even been able to fuck any of his concubines without thinking about you since he first laid his eyes on you. 

“I figured you’d like it, after being moved to garden duties.” He responded. 

“So you do think I smell bad.” You gave him a fake pout.

“For fucks sake,” He pinched his browbone. “I don’t think you smell bad,” He retorted.

You snickered at how defensive he was and it annoyed him even more since he didn’t understand what was so funny. You didn’t want to be executed on the spot, so you covered your mouth and looked away in order to contain yourself. 

“May I ask why you moved me to the garden?” You asked after clearing your throat.

“You didn’t seem like a girl who should be locked away indoors. I’m sure you’re enjoying your days frolicking with the butterflies and flowers, isn’t that right sweetheart? I saw you smiling to yourself a couple days ago.”

There he goes again with his sweet tone. He’s a king for fucks sake, one who terrorizes multiple villages and territory’s at that. 

In fact, you used to tell all the children in your village that Sukuna himself would kidnap them and eat them if they stayed outside after the sun went down. 

But your chest fluttered with excitement the more Sukuna spoke to you, he was more charming than Toji. 

Which spoke volumes. Toji didn’t even have to be intimidating to get women. He started off as a beggar and quickly got carried off the streets by an older rich woman, which was the start of his now extremely well off life. 

“I am enjoying the garden.” You said, desperately trying to ignore the fact that he was now sweet talking you. “I thought it was a punishment for talking about you.” 

“No. I would’ve gotten rid of you if it bothered me that much,” He said, a little too calmly and honestly. You could tell he wasn’t kidding either since his sentence wasn’t followed by a smirk. 

“How about I just cut to the chase here. I want you as a concubine.” Your eyes widened at the sudden request— or rather demand.

“What? W-why?” You were taken aback, and started scooting away from him as soon as those words left his lips. 

“Because I like you,” he put his hand on your waist to keep you from creating any more distance between you two. “I’ve been watching you. And I can tell when you try to steal glances at me too. You’ve looked at me way more than you should, especially for someone who’s never been given permission up until tonight.”

He tapped right next to his bottom eye, “That’s what these are for, love. Even when you think I don’t notice, I see just about everything.”

“B-but my king— im not pure,” You shamefully admit. You’ve had multiple secret relationships prior to becoming a servant here. Even you yourself had no problem admitting that it was enough to get stoned.

“Even better. Maybe you could actually please me better than the ones I already have. It gets tiring having to teach women how to fuck.” 

That piece of information did the exact opposite of what you were trying to do. But it also brought you relief that he wouldn’t try to kill you for it, like your family attempted to do.  

“Come on, you’re going to reject your king? You said it yourself, you thought I was cute.” He smirked.

He continued to move closer toward you until he finally had you cornered, towering over you. His presence was a lot, it was overwhelming, and he knew it. He basked in it and the way others would react to him. 

“I don’t know. I’m of lowbirth,” You continued to put yourself down. 

It’s not that you didn’t want him. In fact, you did want him. Who didn’t. It was the fear of what would happen if you were mixed in with his personal life. You didn’t want to end up being hacked into pieces if you said the wrong thing to him.

“I know you’re of low birth,” He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, making you look up at him. 

“How about I persuade you a bit, hmm? Even though I really shouldn’t have to.” His hand moved lower and lower. 

“Normally, I would’ve just made this an order,” he whispered in your ear. “But lucky for you, I’m in the mood to be nice tonight.”

His other hand found its way to the back of your knee and lifted up your leg for his other hand to have better access to you. 

“My king— wait,” You breathed out as his hand kept tracing down your abdomen, holding eye contact with you. 

“I can stop anytime, little miss servant girl. Do you want me to stop?” He asked, stopping his movements. 

You shook your head saying no and looked down at his large hand. Your heart was racing and filled with anticipation. You thought you’d be celibate for the rest of your life since you basically signed it away to be a servant— yet here the king was, asking you to be a part of his little harem.

“Just relax, let me make you feel good.” He softly said, making you nod ‘yes’ and looking at him like a lost puppy.

He slowly slid two fingers into you, letting out a groan of his own. You were so tight, practically clenching around him. It left him wondering how you’d feel wrapped around his cock when he finally had you in his chambers. 

He was slow at first, working you open. His fingers were so thick and long, the stretch almost hurt but it already felt so good. You slightly jolted when he finally curled his fingers in.

“Did I find it?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer. He was toying with you and was loving every minute of it.

“Mhm,” You said, trying to quiet yourself as he slowly rubbed at it. It felt so good– too good. As if the atmosphere wasn’t already hot and foggy enough, his actions amplified it as he pumped his long digits in and out of you– focusing on that one spot that instantly made your eyes glaze over.

He chuckled and rested his forehead against yours, taking in the soft sighs and sweet sounds he drew out of you from just from his fingers alone. 

Your body took over your mind and you started rocking your hips on his hand, trying to get some sort of relief on your clit. He knew that too. Instead of circling it with his thumb, he had a better idea. 

You continued to watch his fingers disappear inside of you, and suddenly saw a mouth form on to his palm through the pristine water. Before you got a chance to freak the fuck out, he immediately pressed it against you. 

You quickly looked back up at Sukuna, who was now laughing and lewdly repeating “I knooooow” at your visible shock. 

It was obscene, the way it started lapping at you while he quickened the pace at pumping his fingers in and out of you. The thrusts were shallow so he could focus on your clit but they were deep inside of you— curling his middle and ring fingers, hitting your sweet spot continuously. 

You didn’t even get a chance to think about how morally wrong it was to have something so inhuman lapping and sucking and licking at you. It was doing such a good job at it too. 

Or he? You didn’t know, and you didn’t even care at that point– you could ask later. All you knew was your legs were close to giving out and you were close to giving out. He was pushing you over the edge and you wanted him to keep going.

It was almost embarrassing how good it was making you feel. So good that you didn’t even realize you were holding on to him to keep yourself from slipping.

Sukunas eyes filled with pride as he watched you whine and cry over just his hand alone, in such a short time. You were grabbing on to his arms so tight he felt your nails digging into his skin. 

You thought he was insane and you were an absolute mess. He watched you in amazement as he abused your sweet spots, all while you desperately tried to get ahold of yourself and failed miserably. 

“W-wait, Sukuna, im gonna—“ you cried out. He shushed you and kept going, still pressing his forehead against your as he completely wrecked you.

“Servants aren’t allowed to call me by my name.” He condescendingly spat out. “Unless, this is you agreeing to be my concubine.” 

A sadistic smile was plastered on his face and his pupils were blown the fuck out. This was the Sukuna everyone was afraid of, and he was actually losing his mind watching you fall apart right before his eyes. This was most he’s ever waited to have someone, and he internally thanked all the gods for presenting you to him– even though none of them would ever accept him. But he was sure you would.

“Ok fine— fuck — I’ll be your fucking concubine!” You finally gave in. 

Cursing at the king was punishable by death, but he let it slide.

“Are you gonna cum for your king?” He asked, speeding up the pace with his finger and tongue. 

“Y-yes, holy fuck keep going—please—“ You begged. 

“So shameless,” He chuckled. What a vulgar woman he thought you were.

But it was music to his ears. The begging, the moaning, the crying, the pleasure mixed in with a bit of terror since you had no clue what the extra mouth was. Your breathing got even more erratic and he felt your walls start to clench around his fingers for dear life. He swore you broke some skin too and drew blood from his arms.

But he’d slide that slide too.

“That’s it– just let go for me,” He hummed out. “Just think about me right now, don’t even think about anything else.” He sweetly demanded.

He crashed his lips into yours when you started to cum, soaking in the sweet sounds that were your moans. You were in the spring, but he could just feel how much you came and was starting to regret not laying you down on the ground. He wanted to see it, he wanted to be covered in it. But he’ll see it all next time. 

He let out a pleased hum while kissing you, it went from aggressive to somewhat gentle as you slowly came back to reality. He could feel the tears stream down from your cheeks as he cupped your jaw in his hands. He wiped them away, continuing to kiss you over and over again. 

You were overstimulated and sensitive, and he knew it. Might as well be somewhat sweet to you since he was the reason for it after all. 

“Your new chambers are already set up,” He said. “Uraume will be outside waiting to take you once you get dressed.” 

You nodded okay to him as he gave your forehead one final kiss, and made his way towards the stairs after. 

A wave of guilt started to crash over you, you were slightly sad that he left you all alone with your thoughts after he just completely unraveled you. You were still in a daze over what just happened, and couldn't believe you just did that with him. 

Not only that, what was that mouth thing? It was all too much, in such little time. And now, your life would be changing again since you accepted being his new concubine.

He reappeared again at the beginning of the steps to the hot spring, wearing a fresh robe and holding another robe in his hand. He gestured for you to come up from the water, and you did. He held his hand out for you to hold on to as you got out, and helped you get into the soft, clean robe after. 

He figured you wouldn’t know where they’d be since they weren’t offered to servants, and went back to get you one. Once he took you to Uraume, who was in fact waiting for you outside, he went off to wherever he went off to at night— leaving you alone again.

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hesitance short fic + side stories | ryomen sukuna x f!reader

summary: sukuna is a gym owner and is very fond of his least productive employee.

this series is a collection of moments the two have shared together during her time working for him. side stories can be read on their own, but I highly suggest reading the fic first first.

tl;dr: sukuna violently pining after his employee. he needs a hug. literally everyone knows he likes her lol

genre: modern au, 18+, established friendship(?), fluff, eventually smut

fic warnings: ooc, profanity

fic:

hesitance 1

hesitance 2

hesitance 3

hesitance 4

hesitance 5

side stories:

past

#1: what are you reading?

#2: under the influence

#3: uncle sukuna

#4: are you crying?

#5: homewrecker

present

(tbd)

extras:

boss!sukuna headcanons

gymowner!sukuna aesthetics

notes: the taglist for this series is open 🫶🏻

i'm also open to suggestions for future side stories. hit the inbox if you have any!

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Not His Anymore pt.2

pairing : ryomen sukuna x reader

category : angst

warnings : maybe a bit ooc

author's note : @caramelunicorns this was their idea :D , also so sorry i took so long to write a part two :(

part 1 masterlist

things felt different now. You weren't sure why , but the simple information that he did have someone he cared for changed your thoughts about him. Of course there's a good chance it's all a lie but it was unlikely of him to voluntarily strike a conversation and reveal something casually with no hidden malice or deceit to a jujutsu sorcerer.

That simple conversation had raised a lots of questions that you had an undeniable urge to know. To know him better.

It didn't go unnoticed by you how Sukuna's behaviour changed around you and it not only confused you but also lit a certain anger inside you.

At times when you accompanied the first years on a mission , even though just to supervise and help if necessary , Sukuna threw occasional tricks and tips to defeat that certain curse. It annoyed you to no end and he knew it but it gave him a good laugh seeing you all bothered and adorably angry.

He even chipped in to throw certain sarcastic comments while you're conversing with Yuji around and as much as you hated the idea of genuinely laughing at something he said , you couldn't help it. Moreover at times , it seemed he does it to make you laugh but then you remember that's not at all possible. he hates sorcerers and you're one of them.

You try not to question whatever he does but day by day it's becoming hard.

You had just finished close combat training with Yuji so you grabbed two bottles of water for the two of you and sat on a bench.

" You're improving a lot , Yuji. You're determination is quite admirable." You compliment and the latter grins sheepishly.

" Thank you-- "

" Oi brat , switch with me."

Both you and Yuji flinched at Sukuna's voice and you cringed at the mouth that formed on his cheek. It doesn't matter how many times you've seen it , you're still not used to it.

Yuji glares and huffs. " For what reason? Huh?"

" What's with that tone , brat?! Do you want to lose your heart again?" He retorted and hence their bickering commenced.

You grimaced at their voice and kept a firm hand on Yuji's shoulder. " It's okay , let him."

" He can hurt you!"

" He won't , I'm strong enough to handle him and besides you can switch back after 3 minutes." You reassured him and the younger stared at you worriedly.

You didn't want to admit it but you wanted to talk to him too , well , because of your questions.

Yuji switched with Sukuna and you saw how the tattoos formed , suppressing your awe for them.

He leaned back and stared up at the ceiling and folded his hands together.

" You looked like you had a lot of question after our conversation." He said , catching you off guard.

" H-How--"

" It was written all over your face , swee-- anyways , ask away. " He cleared his throat and you stared at him in unease , not quite comfortable with the idea that he could read you so well despite meeting not even weeks ago.

" Well I wanted to ask about that person , how were they? Obviously not like you." You added the last part and that made him quirk an eyebrow.

" What makes you think they aren't like me?"

" Because if they were anything like you , you wouldn't have cared for them this deeply enough to miss them. Sure maybe you'd have respected them , if you could respect anyone that is , but not care. " You replied and it intrigued him at how detailed your explanation was. Kind of like you knew him.

But you felt conflicted , you weren't supposed to have such a detailed explanation , you weren't supposed to have that feeling of familiarity whenever you talked with him.

" Hmph , I guess you're correct. They were different from me. In every aspect. Maybe that's what drew me in , unfortunately." He said and you raised an eyebrow while staring at the sky along with him.

" Unfortunately? "

" It's not really good for my reputation to have someone i cared for. To have a weakness." He said , a certain regret in his voice. As if he felt things would have been far better if he didn't meet them.

You scoffed with a smirk and replied.

" If it isn't good for your reputation , why are you telling me? I could spread this information and stain your oh so perfectly evil image. " You sarcastically said and he scoffed before looking at you.

" You could , but you haven't yet , have you?" He boldly questioned with a smirk and you felt your heart drop a bit.

He may not be implying anything but your mind is and you do not want that implication to be true.

You shook your head and chuckled.

" Keep that smartass attitude and Satoru would be the first one to know." You playfully threatened and the curse grunted in distaste.

A silence stretched on as both of you dwelled in each of your own thoughts. You did not like how easy it was to have a conversation with him , you needed to reminded that he is , at the end of the day , your enemy.

" Just so you know , Sukuna , these conversations don't mean anything. When the day comes , I wouldn't hesitate to exorcise you. " You said as you got up and glanced back at him one last time.

Like you expected , he smirked back as if even more amused by your confidence before Yuji switched back as 3 minutes had passed.

But that smirk was only a mask. The words had stabbed him through , even though he had expected to hear it.

" What were you talking about?" Yuji asked curiously and you quirked an eyebrow.

" You weren't listening?" You asked and he huffed. " Nope. He wouldn't let me."

It was understandable , as he wouldn't want anyone else to know about his past lover. But why even tell you? You rolled your eyes and brushed off the question.

Before you could lie to Yuji , Gojo suddenly appeared , giving both of you the scare of your lives.

" Hey !! both my favourite people in the world." He yelled with a bright smile.

" Can people stop just suddenly appearing out of nowhere?!" You yelled back in annoyance and in turn , Gojo laughed cheekily before pulling you to him by your shoulder and squeezing them.

He stared directly at Yuji with a smile that's too suspiciously sweet , but it's as if he's not staring at Yuji but Sukuna.

" I just had a really bad feeling about leaving you alone." He said and you tried to shrug him off but in vain.

But of course , the slight fluster and nervousness in your behaviour is too obvious to overlook by Sukuna.

" Oh please just spare me a moment to breathe." You said in annoyance and started walking away with Gojo following behind you.

" So did you miss me?" He teased and you glared at him as you sped up your pace.

" I was thankful to have even just a small moment to myself." You replied and he feigned being hurt by your words.

As you vanished off in the distance , Sukuna fell deep into his thoughts.

He didn't miss your lingering gaze on Satoru these past days , how you feign annoyance yet you never seem to get bored or tired of him , how your eyes go wide with concern whenever that reckless man puts himself in harms way , how you care for him ... just like you used to for him.

Oh how he wishes to pull you to him , away from Satoru and remind you of the love you once had for him and only him but no he can't , he repeats to himself.

He leans back in his throne as he closes his eyes , finally accepting what he should have days ago.

It seems , that he has been replaced.

reblogs are appreciated :)

tryst, too tempest

Icarus fell for loving the Sun.

You will, for loving your lover.

▸ trueform!sukuna x wife!reader; 1.1k wc; comprises of elements inspired by the tale of 'hades and persephone' & 'fall of icarus'; warning: sukuna is sukuna, so expect the expected [mentions of violence, murder, cannibalism]; warning 2.0: the reader is not very keen to leave or not love her husband; uraume is the BEST WINGPERSON none of you two ever deserved but still got; FLUFF & ANGST & A MADLY DEVOTED LOVE YOU AND SUKUNA FEEL FOR EACH OTHER

▸ belongs to the series 'mine? yes, mine.' – same universe as the work 'six seeds, like rubies...' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Foul winds howl through the land, the first year of your life as one Ryomen Sukuna's wife.

Servants cower before you the moment your shadow falls within their field of vision, yet their gaze stays steeped in pity and envy the entire time it remains trained on your feet. Grocers mumble to one another, eyes looking away when you move to look at the things in their shops. Even the very flora and fauna, you loved so much growing up, writing poems on them from the day you knew how to pen a poem– even the same flora and fauna feels so foreign to you—

"You do realize your importance to Master, don't you?"

Uraume's quiet question floats in through your thoughts, much akin a gentle breeze creating small ripples over the water surface. You smile. "Given how I haven't been eaten by him or sent to be murdered by his subordinate curses, I think I do."

Emotion, too similar to humor, flits across the mien of your husband's loyal follower — you decide not to think much of it. Too many days of having only them as someone to speak to, outside of requesting for a second serving of the soup or asking for the cost of yukata, has led to you imagining a smile on a person who is famous for their poker face. Shaking your head, you return to your poems, the quill fluttering over the roll of parchment you found lying at the breakfast today morning, and let out a content sigh — only for your peace of mind to be broken by the bursting of a guard into the garden, appearing too terrorstruck to utter a single coherent word.

It takes you nothing save one glance, moving from him to Uraume to your ink-stained fingers, before you find yourself keeping the papers on the ground beside and rising, feet breaking into a hasty giddy run down the corridors of the palace to the throne room where, certainly enough–

"I was under the impression you've run away in the extra while I spent sleeping, wife."

The world around you comes to a dead stop as the visage of Sukuna comes into your line of sight; you feel your heart skip two beats then begin a thundering rhythm against your ribcage.

Four years ago, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have given them a second of your time before walking away with a polite excuse.

One year before, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have huffed a quiet laugh. The first two have already come to pass (with too many lives lost and too many lives threatened) — yet the very last prediction? You would have considered it to be highly improbable, if not outright impossible.

Yet, now, if someone were to tell you the same three things, you think you wouldn't have shown much of a reaction. You would have simply turned to that 'someone' mentioned in the prediction, and gazed and gazed and gazed–

"I left the roll of parchment you bought for Mistress at the breakfast table, just as you asked, Master," Uraume's voice cuts your thoughts into half and you twist to catch them offer you both a very deep bow before hurrying out, to the left towards the kitchen, four baskets full of radishes in their arms.

You look back at your husband, only to find him seated stiffly on his throne, eyes landing anywhere but you. Stifling a giggle, you tilt your head to the side.

"Why do you act so embarrassed, my king?" you ask, stepping a timid step towards him, then another. Gleaming ruby eyes dart to your face then to your approaching feet. Something tingles through your veins. Climbing the stairs leading to him, you hum, smiling, "I don't think it's embarrassing – quite the opposite, in fact. To me, giving one's wife a thoughtful gift as that... it seems quite adorable to me."

"Be careful of your words, woman," the King of Curses growls, rising and taking a large menacing step in your direction; your smile grows intentionally too innocent, which does apparently nothing to quell his increasing fury: the precise outcome you've been wishing so fervently for.

He pulls you by the waist, flush to himself and lowers his lips close to yours, tantalizingly so. He smells very strongly of those bath salts you bought from a travelling merchant three moons back; faintly of blood and death, of the priest he diced last night after dinner — you wonder if you're worthy to be called a human, after finding the curse you have sworn yourself to forever, so terribly dear despite these.

Certainly not — but you reckon you're too far gone to care anyways, so you stop wondering such things – and lift yourself on your tiptoes to brush your lips with your husband's, then pull away a touch, words leaving your lips in a breathy whisper.

"What if I'm not careful with my words? What will you do then, hm? Will you devour me like the monster everyone says you are? Or, will you throw me away like everyone warns me you will one day– when you find someone prettier, smarter, better than me, huh?"

Two moments pass in pin-drop silence between the two of you.

Barking a noisy guffaw, Sukuna weaves his fingers through your hair, still damp from the bath you took a short time ago, and plants a deep kiss to your lips. Then parts his lips from yours, although a mere hair's breadth away, and grins, features teeming with that exotic species of malevolence you never saw yourself regarding to be charming.

Until your gaze met with his, one fated evening, that is.

Your nails dig crescents into the broad muscles of his shoulders.

Your lover's grin sharpens. "Let time tell the tale— yes, my queen?"

The next morning, you find a dozen or so heads waiting for you at the breakfast table, severed by a neat slice at the root of their neck– eyes and mouths which once looked down on your wedding with the King, frozen forever now in a scream of terror.

Forsaking the wonted theme of nature, you decide to pen a poem on scathing, soothing love, instead.

or... everyone: your husband is a despicable monster!!! you: uh-huh everyone: he might leave you for someone better!!! you: uh-huh everyone: you better not stay in this union anymore. you: nuh-nuh. i'm so gonna stay and love and fuck my hubby <3

▸ masterlist

defiance | king!sukuna x servant!reader

master list

chapter two: flower festival

summary: a psychic told the king that once he meets his soulmate, none of his concubines would have room in his life anymore. he had her banned from the premises for that absurd prediction, he loved his concubines equally. it wasn't until months later when he started believing the old bitch, after one annoying, disobedient servant started working at the shrine .tl;dr: sukuna is constantly fighting the urge to behead his very cute servant

genre: female reader, heian era au but incredibly historically inaccurate, 18+, grumpy x sunshine, fluff, smut, so much crack, angst, mutual pining, might be seen as dubcon but she wants him lol, no he wont have two sets of arms, and no he wont have two dicks, srry srry srry

fic warnings: profanity, explicit smut, ooc, mentions of grooming, more will be added

word count: 5.1k

“What’s your name?” You flirtatiously asked the young vendor. 

It wasn’t hard to get the young man to start talking as you asked him all about himself— his age, which district he was from originally, how he ended up there. 

It's what made it so easy to get him to put his guard down and not notice you grab a couple extra skewers on top of the ones you already bought. 

The best part about the red light district was the food.. They knew how many high profile individuals came to visit, so they were always on top of it with their cooking. 

“You only came here for the skewers didn’t you?” Hayami grimaced. 

“Not at all. I come here for the skewers and you!” You responded, not sounding too convincing because that’s how much you loved the food there.

Hayami was your best friend that you grew up with. She grew up an orphan— the complete opposite of you since you grew up with a huge tight-knit family. Once she became of age, she became a courtesan to support herself and quickly became one of the most requested courtesans in the red light district. A lot of people would’ve been embarrassed being seen with one outside of the brothel, but you didn’t mind. Even if a guard did have to follow you both when you walked the streets of the district, which added even more attention.

“Excuse me— what’s that?” A tall, green eyed man asked you. 

Hayami took a step back to let you have your moment. She wasn’t surprised a man like him was trying to get your attention. She always offered you a place at the brothel she worked at, knowing you’d quickly catch up to her in popularity if you ever did take her up on it.

“A chicken skewer?” You responded menacingly, thinking there was no fucking way he didn’t know what it was.

The older man turned his head and chuckled at the way your brows furrowed over his ridiculous question. How cute. 

The truth was, he’d seen you several times already with your friend. He’s wanted to approach you each time but was always at a loss for words. This time around, he decided to just go for it and that was the first thing to come out of his mouth. 

He was a general, an affluent one at that. You took a step back to look at him from head to toe as he continued to speak. 

You zoned out as he spoke to you— completely mesmerized by him, his build, his towering height, and his handsome face despite the scar on his lip. You only caught his name, Toji.

“So how about it?” He asked in his smooth, velvety voice that snapped you out of the involuntary lewd thoughts you started having about him.

“Hm?” You looked back up at the man, who was now smirking– he probably already knew exactly what you were thinking. “Sorry– what were you saying?”

He chuckled at how unapologetic you were as you asked him to repeat himself. “I said I’d like to get to know you.”

—

“My lady..” The young girl started to shake you in an attempt to wake you up. “..My lady..” Her calm yet persistent voice continued, and finally achieved its goal when you let out a long sigh from being woken up against your own will. 

You’d think you’d finally get to sleep in with your new title as one of Sukuna’s concubines, but the daily pains persist. 

It’s been five days since he cornered and successfully seduced you in the hot springs, but you have yet to see him as he hasn’t paid you a visit yet. Not that you were mad about it. Despite his looks, there were way too many unknowns when it came to him. If you had it your way, you’d take the place of his least favorite concubine, just so you could still reap the benefits of having the title without having to deal with him too much. 

The more you thought about him, and the encounters you’ve have with him so far– the man was a fucking menace. A psychotic one at that– he seemed like the type to emotionally torture you for fun, only to turn around and say ‘just kidding~’. 

Not to mention the extra mouth he had the ability to summon, you were convinced he was being actively possessed by a demon. 

“You must bathe now, My Lady. We still have to do your hair, makeup, and dress you afterwards. You cannot be late for your first festival appearance.” Your lady in waiting, Akiko, reminded you. 

Right. Today was the start of the three-day flower festival that everyone’s been preparing for the past two weeks. 

Akiko and a couple of other servants offered to help clean you, but you ended up telling them to fuck off in the nicest, most respectful way possible. This was the first time in your life you’ve ever had so many people swarm you, it was daunting. You’ve never had your space invaded so much, at all times of the day and you were starting to develop an aversion to it. 

The fact that all the other concubines were able to deal with it with such grace made you commend them. 

Aside from the migraines you get from your new personal staff, everything else was great. Your new chambers were beautiful. It was pretty much the size of a house, with a private bathroom and a green room attached to it. You always passed by it on your way to work at the flower garden and were always so mesmerized by it. It left you wondering why it was vacant in the first place after Uraume took you there on that night. 

You immediately made yourself at home once you moved in, filling the space with plants and flowers. You caught one of your ladies in waiting making a weird face at you from the corner of your eye, as if she wasn’t used to people filling their spaces with life. You made a mental note to mind your actions whenever she was around, she didn’t seem like someone you could trust. 

Once you got done bathing in the hot bath that was prepared for you, the ladies in waiting got started immediately with your makeup while your hair dried. It was uncomfortably quiet with them, as it has been the past five days. 

You’ve seen the way the other concubine’s staff treated them during your time as a servant, and it was nothing like the way your’s treated you. They were so much warmer and kinder. 

You started to wonder if they just didn’t like you because of your background, and the fact that you were in a lower position than them literally just a week ago. All of the other concubines came from noble blood. You couldn’t even serve the king his food or clean his chambers due to your ranking at the shrine, and now here you were being waited on hand and foot because of your vicinity to him. 

“Leave her hair down.” A familiar, demanding voice popped up in the background. How kind of the devil to finally make an appearance.

Everyone in the room immediately dropped to their hands and knees upon hearing the King’s voice, making you follow them shortly after. The man kept his eyes on you as he walked into the room, not that you’d know since you had your head down too.. finally following the rules for once.

“You don’t have to do that anymore, at least not when I visit you,” He titled your chin up with his finger. 

Unbeknownst to you and Sukuna, the ‘anymore’ part of his sentence struck a nerve in every single one of the ladies in waiting in that room. 

It was confirmation to them that they did in fact have a chance with him, but you came in and stole the spot from them. 

“You can all leave for now,” He said, still not taking his eyes off of you while he held your chin up. 

The women quickly scurried out of the room. Their jealousy would never be greater than the fear they had of him– and what the consequences might be if they took too long to leave. 

“I picked out your kimono myself, do you like it?” Sukuna asked as he sat in the seat next to you. 

“Do I have permission to speak?” You teasingly asked. 

He nodded yes while trying to hold back a smile. He’d never outwardly admit it, but he had been looking forward to visiting you all morning. 

“It’s very pretty, my king. Doesn’t white represent purity?” You asked as you started to observe the kimono in the mirror. You thought it was one of the ladies in waiting that picked out the white and pink kimono for you. Sukuna didn’t give off the impression of wasting his time on something so mundane.

“It does represent purity. Ironic, isn’t it?” He snorted. “And pink represents Master Sukuna.” He arrogantly said, teasing you over that one time you nervously called him master. 

“Tch.” 

“Don’t tch me,” His demeanor quickly went back to his regular, serious self. “Do you remember the rules?”

“Hmm..” You mentally scrolled through the never ending list. “Keep my head down, don’t speak unless spoken to, no slouching, chew with my mouth closed, don’t show one ounce of joy, commit seppuku if I accidentally sneeze OR cough during the ceremony–”

“Okay that’s enough,” He held his hand out and cut you off right before you started pulling out more made up rules. “You’re allowed to talk.. just not during the actual ceremony. I actually encourage all the concubines to socialize with each other during events like this since you’ll all be sitting together.”

“Also, eat everything that’s placed in front of you. You don’t have to finish it, but you have to try it and act pleased out of respect. Thought I'd remind you since you look like a picky eater.” 

You found it funny how he, out of all people, was telling you to act respectfully— knowing fully well that he’d throw his entire dish (yes, plate included) at a servant if it wasn’t to his liking.

“How could I be a picky eater if I was a servant for months?” You furrowed your brows at his judgment. 

“Because you were a terrible servant.” He corrected you. “You couldn’t even follow the basic rules.” He snorted at your immediate frown. 

He watched you play with the hem of your clothing and noticed a different look in your eyes. You looked like you were in deep thought about something, seeming stressed at whatever was flooding your mind. 

“Has everything been to your liking so far?” He calmly asked. 

He didn’t get much of an answer out of you, all you did was let out a little ‘mhm’ while you continued to play with the fabric. 

“Did you know I could punish you for lying too?” He pinched your chin and slowly turned your head back towards him. “What’s wrong? You talked a mile a minute over a simple basket once and now you’re all quiet.” 

“I’m not comfortable with my ladies in waiting.” You admit. 

“Why?” That’s not the answer he was expecting, they’re all well trained and this is the first he’s heard a complaint about a group of them as a whole. 

“I don’t know.. I can’t help but feel like there’s hostility in their eyes whenever they look at me.” You paused and took in a deep breath before further explaining. “Like.. the other day when I was decorating, I saw one look at me with disgust from the corner of my eye. I don’t really trust any of them, I don’t even let them bathe me.” 

“Should I kill them?” He asked a little too seriously. 

“What? No!” Now your face was twisting in disgust from the solution that popped up in his mind, one that seemed like an absolute no brainer for him

“I’d think it’s only right.” He defensively said in response to you looking at him like he was crazy. “Are there any others you’d want as your ladies in waiting? I can just have them trained.” He asked as he mindlessly reached over and started playing with a strand of your hair. 

“Yeah, I have two friends that I can ask.”

Oh. Those two.

“I figured you’d choose the ones from the snake incident. Just two?” He asked. 

“Yeah. I can ask for more if it’s needed, but I doubt it.” 

“Okay, I’ll have Uraume come by soon for more information on them. Do you think you can stick the current ones out until the festival’s over?” His voice was low and raspy as he continued to play with your hair. 

“Yeah, I guess.” You murmured.

“Good girl,” He let out a pleased hum. “You are to be at the courtyard in an hour. Don’t be late, or there will be consequences~” He playfully sang out before leaving you alone again. 

A few moments later you heard him scream at the group of women to “get back to work before I chop your fucking fingers off”, with absolute venom laced in his voice. You guessed he did care more about the issue more than he let on. 

And he did. He was daydreaming about slaughtering them one by one while he played with your hair. To disrespect you was to disrespect him as well– since it was his decision to choose you as a concubine. 

—

Once you were ready to go, you were led to the courtyard that had been beautifully decorated for the festival. It was covered in flowers and banners, filled with people from all over the region– you guessed they were all high ranking from the expensive fabrics and jewelry they wore. 

Before you were led to your seat, Mikoto had approached to give you a run down on the concubines who were already sat in their designated areas. 

First there was Ayame, the king's favorite. He never had to say it, it was just known at that point since she was the one who was seen the most with him. Dark green hair, striking amber eyes. She was the first to notice you as Mikoto started to point out the concubines. Her demeanor was flat and hard to read– you weren’t sure if she was bored from looking at you or bored of the festival in general.

Then there was Mariko, the king’s first concubine– granted to him at just 15 years old and taught him everything he needed to know since she was 7 years his senior. Jet black hair and porcelain skin, even more stoic than Ayame but had an atmosphere of overwhelming confidence surrounding her. The king had stopped visiting her years ago, and sees her more as a friend than a companion. 

Yumi, you recognized the name instantly and remembered her as the one who tried to off herself because Sukuna refused to see her for a while over her little problem. Light brown hair and borderline skittish. She kept looking around the whole time and you figured she was just waiting for the king to finally arrive. 

Yuna, who looked way to fucking young to be there despite how pretty she was. Similar to Mariko, she exuded a level of confidence that was on par with the king’s. After asking Mikoto some extra questions about her, you quickly found out that the 15 year old was the only one Sukuna truly refuses to touch. She’s also been caught making out with the servants so many times that he doesn’t even care to reprimand her anymore. 

The only reason why he keeps her there is because she’s the most affluent out of all the concubines. She only daughter of the gold district’s shogun– a district he’d like to continue having control over. It’s not like he’ll get any other use out of her, her interest clearly lies with the opposing sex.

And lastly, the twins Sai and Taiga. Blonde, buxom, and draped in emerald. At first glance, they already seemed to live in their own little worlds– not paying much attention to their surroundings and giggling away at whatever they were talking about at the moment.

“Wait– so I’m the 7th. There’s 6 of them.” 

“You are the 6th, My Lady.” Mikoto kindly corrected you. “King Sukuna sees the twins as one, he often refers to them as Saiga.”

You could just see him cackling away over how creative he must’ve thought he was for combining the two names– and existences.

You were sat next to twins, who had no problem welcoming you. You actually hit it off with them immediately, they were just as chatty as you were. Although you had to admit, they were pretty nosey. You tried not to give out too much information just in case they’d tried to use it against you in the future. 

“So you were one of the servants at first? What brought you here?”

“Oh you know~ financial troubles.”

“Your hair looks beautiful! Who did it? I bet it was Akiko.”

“I think so, I’m still learning everyone’s names. But thank you, she did a great job.” Surprisingly.

“The king is HUGE, losing your innocence to him must've been difficult.”

“Haha yeah..” you lied.

You also doubt it’d be that hard to take. 

But time will eventually tell.

Ayame watched you as you tried to get comfortable with the twins. 

She also noticed how once again, Sukuna was staring and smirking at you from his seat as you talked it up with the twins– the same smirk he gave you when he first summoned you to his throne. He knew you’d fit right in.. aside from your ladies in waiting giving you the cold shoulder. But that problem had already been solved and will be put into motion once the festival was over.

The ceremony lasted hours and by the end of it you swore you looked just as annoyed as Ayame did when the day first started. It was grueling and you had no idea how anyone could ever voluntarily attend that stuff. The only reason why Sukuna was able to sit through it anyways was because literally everyone brought him a gift– whether it was some exotic dried good or a perfectly preserved ear from an enemy. 

Just two more days to go and then you’d finally be able to reunite with your friends and try to get some rest.

—

Sukuna noticed you were the first to leave the courtyard out of all of the concubines once it seemed acceptable to do so. You were itching to get away from everyone, including your ladies in waiting, and get into a hot bath. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He called out as you got closer to your chambers. 

You, along with the group of women, turned around to find where the voice was coming from. They followed the usual protocol and bowed down, keeping their gazes low as he made his way to you. 

“Back to my chambers,” You politely said. 

He slightly frowned at how tired you looked, dark circles encasing your eyes and all.

“No need. You’re spending the night with me.” 

Before you got the chance to respond, he once again snapped at your ladies in waiting— telling them that they weren’t needed anymore and that they could fuck off. 

Word for word. 

You watched an evil little grin grow across his face, he found yelling at others to be quite satisfying. It truly never got old for the young king. 

He wasn’t even trying to hide the joy it brought him either, there was a twinkle in his eye as he turned back to look at you. He nodded his head in the direction of where to go and you followed him. 

“Did you have fun today?” He asked as you walked with him. 

“Not really.” You answered honestly, drawing a chuckle out of him since you looked like you wanted to die every single time he looked in your direction today. 

“Most people would find it an honor, you know?” 

“I know, but it took forever.” You exasperated. 

“Poor thing,” He reached out to pinch your cheek. “Maybe I should just have you go back to work as a servant again, if it’d be much easier for you.” 

“No!” You whined. “Don’t make me go back.” 

“Then suck it up. It’s only 3 days out of your life.” 

“Fine— your chambers are right next to the flower garden,” Your question ultimately sounded more like an observation. 

“Yes they are. How else would I have kept an eye on you?” 

You mumbled something under your breath and he decided to just let it go because he’d had you whining over something else in no time.

Right as you stepped foot through the doors, he pulled you for a deep kiss– not wasting any time to swipe his tongue against yours. It was a hungry one. Aggressive even. You almost stumbled back from it but he quickly caught you— bending down to grab the backs of your knees, he lifted you up and made his way to the bed that he quickly threw you down on.

No words needed to be said. You both had a good idea of each other's capabilities in bed and ran with it as you both desperately undressed each other. This wasn’t like all the other times where Sukunas fucked someone and there being just one motive, which was to purely relieve his own daily stresses.

No. This was entirely different. You wanted this just as much as he did, and you both were more than willing to make the most out of each other's time and bodies.

And he did it all. Nipping, sucking, licking on all the exposed areas of your skin. He’d never do this for anyone else. But for you? 

Of course. 

He didn’t even know what was driving him at this point, and he didn’t care. All he knew was he’d been waiting for this longer than you’d know. He planned on waiting until the festival was over but couldn't wait anymore. 

There you were, splayed out under him on his bed– all for him to take. You didn’t know why you thought his actual tongue wouldn’t compare to his second one, and he was proving you wrong with each second that passed. Some would say it was a waste of energy on the king’s part. But he’d never see it that way especially after finding out how sweet you tasted the week before at the hot springs.

He held the sides of your thighs down while he licked and lapped at your folds, occasionally sucking at your clit– all while you felt the vibrations from his own moans over how much he was enjoying the way you tasted on his tongue.

You propped yourself up on your elbows as he continued to sloppily eat you out. You’ve never seen a man enjoy himself this much, the fact that an actual king was on his knees pleasing you made it all so much better. 

You reached towards his head, brushing his hair back and gently pushing him further toward your core, which seemed to encourage him even more. Did he like being praised? Of course he did, he was no humble man to begin with. 

So you did, in between gentle sighs and moans he drew out of you.

Just the feeling of his tongue on your body made your toes curl. The twins were right about his talents and you wanted to see and feel more. He was relentless and was already loving having you in this state, reduced to a crying mess as you begged him to never stop and how it felt so good. 

You came so fast you didn’t even get the chance to warn him, gushing all over him as he kept going– cleaning up the mess you made. You just barely caught your breath before he pulled himself up to you and crashed his lips into yours- his lips and cheeks covered in your juices. 

He soon flipped you over on top of him, one hand grabbing at your waist while the other pumped his cock, trying to line himself up with you. The realization of how big he was didn’t even hit you until you felt him at your entrance, when you started to slowly lower yourself down on to him. 

The feeling of having him inside of you instantly made your eyes glaze over. The stretch was insane but felt so right. The initial pain was absolutely nothing compared to the pleasure that instantly followed suit after you reminded yourself to relax and took advantage of the position you were in. 

He looked up at you in absolute awe as you used him for your own pleasure. Your soft hands on his chest steadying your balance as you desperately fucked yourself on his thick cock. You were so beautiful as you selfishly chased after your own wants and needs. You weren’t even paying attention to him at that point.

“Fuuck— you’re good at this,” He breathed out– continuing to grab on to your waist, not even trying to hide his own moans. He was fading into ecstasy, all from being enveloped in your warmth and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He continued to watch you, eyes crinkled as you so eagerly bounced up and down his dick, the sweet moans coming out of you. He wanted more. He wanted to have you screaming and crying, and started pumping up into you, meeting you halfway– filling the room with lewd slaps as your breathing became more uncontrolled. 

“S-so goood ‘kuna,'' You whined as he continued to piston himself up into you. “M-more– I want more.”

Crazy fucking girl. 

He threw you off of him and slammed you down onto the bed before slamming himself back inside you— fucking you even harder while holding your hips down so you wouldn’t run from it. 

You’d never run from it. You would’ve continued to meet his thrusts halfway if he hadn’t held your body still.

If anyone were to walk past his chambers right now, their ears would’ve immediately been assaulted by the sounds of slapping, squelching, and the king moaning— all while his newest concubine was telling him how big his cock was and please please please keep going— right fucking there ‘kuna, don’t fucking stop.

The day the king decided to listen to someone else’s orders would’ve been the day that hell froze over— and today was the fucking day. 

His body was purely driven by your demands and the need to please you as he continued to pound you out at godspeed. His tip continuously hitting all your sweet spots, making your eyes water and roll back from pure bliss. 

He continued to pound into you desperately, he knew he was gonna come hard. So hard. He wanted it so bad. He didn’t even feel like he had control over his own body anymore, it’s as if something else took over him. All you could do was hold on tight as he fucked his way towards his release and yours.

You started to clench around him and he could tell you were close too with the change in your moans that were steadily becoming more and more strangled. You were trying so hard to control yourself but were obviously failing. So he started pounding into you harder and faster– throwing you off the edge as he fucked you both through it. The pressure quickly built up and you were cumming all over him again.

He kept going well after that– now overstimulating you as he chased his own relief. One that he could only find deep inside of you. His already intense strokes got even more erratic the closer he got, he already knew he was gonna cum so fucking hard for you and wanted to so bad already. 

Especially after you started telling him bad you wanted it and needed it and to please please please fill you up.

It didn’t take long until Sukuna to start spilling hot ropes of cum inside of you. It was so fucking much, some of it was already coming out of you in between each thrust as he continued to fully empty himself inside of you.

Heavy breathing filled the air as you both came back to reality. You milked him for everything he had and he couldn’t believe you were able to pull that much out of him. You both were absolute wrecks, maybe more so the king himself because he could not find the energy to get off of you for the life of him.

“So heavy Kuna,” You complained as his weight started to crush you. 

He let out a groan before lightly kissing your cheek, then forcing himself to lay next to you instead of on top of you. He’s broken a concubines bones before and didn’t want that to happen again, especially not you.

“Where are you going?” He mumbled into his pillow after feeling a shift in weight on the bed, which was you getting up from it. 

“Back to my chambers,” You responded as kindly as you could despite how worn out you were. You figured your job was done, and didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

“No you’re not,” He boyishly complained. “I didn’t say you could leave. Come here.” He demanded, one that was less intimidating than usual since he was pouting.

He turned to lay on his back while repositioning you to lay fully on top of him. He didn’t say anything else for the rest of the night as stroked your hair until he drew light snores out of you. The king however, did not fall asleep as easily as you did. Despite already having you sleep against his chest, he still couldn’t get his mind off of you and the way he was so easily drawn to you. 

He thought about you and wondered if this was all a mistake— having you become a concubine despite not having room for another one, giving you his mothers old quarters, keeping you here in bed with him even though he got what he needed from you.

Was he moving way too fast? No. That wasn’t possible. He always visits new concubines the same day of their arrivals, aside from Yuna who he knew he would never touch. He waited almost a week to see you.. so no, this wasn’t moving too fast. Not by his standards at least. 

So what was it?

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it is 2am (brainrotting on sukuba fics)

HATE THAT I LOVE YOU || part 1.

mean!sukuna ryomen x fem!reader

It's already a part of Sukuna's personality to be mean, always throwing insults at every person he finds annoying here and there. And you were no exception. You ran after him like a lovesick puppy, happily smiling at his rejections, confessing to him multiple times how much you like him, and Sukuna wanted so much to strangle you for your persistence.

But when you stopped showing interest, maybe... just maybe, Sukuna didn't like the sound of it.

contents: sukuna x reader, soft!reader, reader is oblivious to sukuna's insults, mean!sukuna, golden retriever x black cat trope, reader is a happy pill (not to sukuna tho, yet), hurt/slight angst, modern college AU, sukuna is in a band, bassist!sukuna, not proofread, jjk characters in a band, siblings yuji and sukuna

warnings: cursing, slight nsfw

Note: THIS WAS A REPOST (?) kinda. I accidentally posted it from my drafts without even finishing the whole fic, and I WAS GONE FOR A MOMENT AND WENT BACK AND SAW PEOPLE LIKING IT ALREADY AND I WAS LIKE ?????? 😭 so for the sake of people who already read it, im just going to post it again now and hope you come back for part 2 😭

links: << part 2 > < part 3 >

***

Who's going to tell her?

Yuji, Sukuna's younger brother, smiled sadly at you when he saw you leaving another love letter for his sibling inside his locker. It was the fifth time since last month, and you haven't given up on Sukuna despite how he harshly told you that he's never going to like somebody like yourself. And Yuji witnessed it all as he remembers you picking up the scattered sweets on the floor that Sukuna pushed away from your hand, pitying at your helpless state.

But you still smiled at Sukuna after the rejection, Yuji didn't even know if it was forced or not, but he really admired you for your bravery.

Who's going to tell you that you're only going to end up hurting yourself in the end?

•

Sukuna almost forgot to breathe when he sees you in front of the school building, your head turning from left to right as you wait for him. He cursed, knowing how he's going to have to deal with you so early in the morning. And he wanted to complain so much why there's only one entrance in this damn forsaken university.

Your eyes lit up when you saw him, like a puppy wagging its tail when they saw their owner. You paid no mind as Sukuna gave you a death stare as he walked right passed, ignoring your little happy greeting. What a way to ruin his morning...

"Sukuna!–"

"Get lost."

But you smiled to yourself, just following Sukuna from behind. You were a new student to this school for almost a year now, a year younger than Sukuna, and just how lucky he is that he's the person you laid your eyes upon.

People always see you as the positive energy that roams around the school hallways, always smiling at people, and being the social butterfly that seems to never run out of social battery. You were kind to kids, you liked helping school admins or facilitators when you see them walking with a heavy workload, you were friends with your professors (even the strict ones), and everybody likes you for your kind nature ever since you first move to this university.

So why would you like someone so opposite from you?

Ryomen Sukuna, the school band's bassist. Girls fawn after him, but not as much as you do. Everybody knows how cold and mean of a person he was, and he didn't like it when anybody came his way. He'd straight up reject every confession from the girls who had the courage to come up to him, but whenever Sukuna said 'no' to them, hearts seemed to pop out from their eyes, because then again, it's Sukuna. It didn't matter to the girls if they were rejected. At least Sukuna graced them with his attention, and his cold, baritone voice.

But even after a rejection, the girls will just giggle and stop. Some will come back a few times, but no one ever did it like you.

Everyday, you never fail to wait for Sukuna so early in the morning to arrive at school. You'd greet him with a cheeky smile, eyes squinting happily at seeing his face, and Sukuna responds with a grunt, glaring at you as he harshly bumps your shoulder just to walk passed.

You didn't care though. You believed Sukuna just built a wall around him, and you're more than willing to break it.

•

"I like you, Sukuna!"

You are insane.

It's obvious on Sukuna's face that he already had enough of your nonsense, watching you confess to him for the hundredth time. There was a dark aura glooming his features, and yours were as bright as the sun, signifying how their dynamics are contrasting and unfitting for each other. But do you even care?

Sukuna tried to search your eyes for any signs of embarrassment, or even regret, just to see if you're finally planning to stop whatever escapades that lie before your heart.

"I'm not interested, brat." He spat, venom laced in his voice.

"I'll be at your show later to cheer you on!" You showed him your smile that almost made your eyes disappear, completely hearing what he said with one ear and letting it pass to the other.

He chuckled darkly, "I don't need another annoying kid screaming their lungs out for me."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!"

"Yeah? Then you should stop this by now. You fool."

You frowned, staring at his cold gaze that seemed to wrap all over your figure. But you're unfazed, no amount of glares and venomous words would even stop you from liking him.

"Now, that's just bad." You uttered, and then smiled once again. "But I forgive you, Sukuna!"

Sukuna heaved a sigh, grunting as he turned around. "Annoying."

•

"Hi, Sukuna!"

Sukuna stopped dead on his tracks when he saw you inside the band's music room. Your hair was tied in a bun, and you were wearing reading glasses as you hugged your clipboard on your chest.

"Ah, you finally arrived..." The band professor said. The professor said your name, saying that you'll be their manager from now on since there were a lot of gigs coming up for the band, and in need for someone to help them organize.

Sukuna's face turned sour, seeing how you just happily smiled at everyone in the room as you introduced yourself, shaking their hands and all that. When you turned to Sukuna, you held out your hand as well, waiting for him to accept and shake it.

His brows furrowed, looking at you and down to your waiting hand, but he scoffed. He moved away and found a seat near his bandmate, completely wanting to ignore your existence.

You coughed awkwardly, your hands scratching your neck instead.

•

"I bought snacks!"

It was another day at practice, everyone in the band was busy preparing for their next stage at the school's fair. You noticed how everyone was working hard enough, and you perfectly had the heart to do something nice so they can take a break for a while. Everyone's head turned to look at you, and their faces lit up at the sight of you holding four bags of snacks with both hands.

Their lead vocalist, Nanami, rushed to help you, taking the bags away and placing them at the table. He ruffled your hair fondly. "Thank you, sweetheart..."

You blushed, smiling at him. "Just doing my duties!"

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he played with the strings of his guitar. He didn't like the fact that he's always stuck with you everywhere he goes, annoyed how he's forced to be here with you even on band practice.

In his eyes, you were such a desperate brat who can't even read between the lines. He never liked girls like you who stick to him like leeches, cooing and batting their eyelashes for his attention.

And that made him hate you with all his guts.

Even worse that you always flash everyone with your happy energy, acting like everything is fine even though they're not. He hates how you ignore his refusals, how you didn't mind his cold shoulders, how he made it obvious that he might just want to strangle your neck when he gets the chance, and you're still going to look at him like he's not the meanest person in the world.

"Sukuna! Aren't you hungry?" You asked, approaching his side but keeping a step distance to maintain your professionalism. After all, you still know your boundaries when it comes to things like this.

"No."

"That's impossible–"

"Will you fucking shut up for once?"

The room fell silent as you bit your lip, trying to find the right words to say. Everyone looked awkwardly at the two of you, their eyes shifting at each other's.

The school band knew you liked Sukuna, and it wasn't really strange for them whenever you tried to call for his attention. They got used to it somehow, saved by your kind nature why they didn't mind your advances. But when it comes to Sukuna being harsh to you, they stand awkwardly, feeling hurt for you even.

"Sukuna, that's not a way to treat a lady." Their drummer, Suguru, came to cut the awkward silence.

Sukuna glared at him, placing his guitar on the wall, before storming off the room with a loud slam of the door.

You heave a sigh, forcing a small smile on your lips. "Well..."

"Don't mind him."

•

Sukuna never fails to attract women, he always had them lining up for him to take in his bedroom.

Of course, Sukuna also had his fair share of flings too, and some hook ups. Being the bassist of their school band, it's no shock that he was one of the famous members since he's just a sight for sore eyes.

The way his veiny and big hands strum the guitar? His dark eyes that looked intimidating through to the crowd? That smirk on his face whenever he's pleased about playing on the stage?

Oh, the girls love him. Everyone wants Ryomen Sukuna.

So what's so shocking when you stumbled upon an empty classroom, with Sukuna making out with some girl you didn't even know?

Her hair was messy, her shirt was lifted up on her chest, basically exposing her bra. And your eyes darted at her panties hanging on her knees as Sukuna had his hands underneath her skirt.

Your eyes widened, and Sukuna looked at you angrily for interrupting whatever was supposed to happen if you didn't enter the room. Immediately, you stumbled backwards, closing the door behind you as you ran away from the scene.

If his rejections didn't hurt you that much, well, that definitely did.

The whole day, you didn't attend their band practice, saying that you don't feel well and needed time off. It bothered you so much that you were restless, almost out of your mind as you try to finish your homeworks.

Every time you see Sukuna, you'd look away awkwardly. Biting your lip, and staring at your feet for God knows how many minutes.

Sukuna didn't care about what happened earlier though. It was better for it that way, with you witnessing something that may have given you the thought to just give up on him? Sukuna would be so happy that the heavens were finally on his side.

The lewd picture of Sukuna and the random girl runs in your memory like a film. The way his lips pressed on her mouth, his hands lingering on her skin—it was messing up in your head.

Something was tugging in your chest, a feeling that you never felt even before. You felt your face heating up, burning in whatever emotions that were spilling to burst from your tired eyes.

Just let it pass for a while. You'll be fine tomorrow.

•

Of course, you'd have to face it one way or another. And let it not affect you like you always do.

Sukuna cocked his eyebrow when he saw you the next day at the parking lot, waiting for him once again. You waved at him with a smile, and he just can't help but heave another sigh of frustration.

"What are you doing, brat?" He fumed.

"What do you mean? I was waiting for you!" You sounded so cheery that it made Sukuna have a headache. "I got you cookies! I baked them–"

"Cut it off." He said so coldly that it made you stop, the hands holding the cookies packed in a zip bag stopped midair. "I've fucking had enough of you."

"What do you mean? I just–"

"Aren't you going to stop after yesterday? Fucking take a hint, brat." He glared at you, his eyes turning red in anger. "Do you want me to fuck that girl and make you watch just so you'd leave me alone?"

His words rang in your head, echoing like a demon trying to choke you to death. Sukuna watched as you stared at him with tired eyes, and lips parted a bit. He never thought he'd see your appearance like this, so defenseless for once in his life.

"I like you, Sukuna. I really do." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you turned around to walk away from him, for the first time.

•

You remember a notebook that you left back in the band's practice room, so you planned to get it. And since the band had a scheduled meeting in just a few minutes, you planned to just stay and wait for them since your classes are done, making you the first person to arrive in the room.

Or so you thought.

You stumbled on your feet when you saw Sukuna after you opened the door. His legs were sprawled apart, the electric guitar in his lap, strumming in a slow rhythm. Your eyes darted at each other, and it took you a moment to snap out of your thoughts.

What are you gonna do? Walked out? Do you say goodbye to him first? Or are you going to say hi and stay? Should you get the notebook you left or not? Maybe just leave him alone? But you really needed that notebook, so what now?

"What are you looking at?"

You can't turn back. No. You'd look dumb. And you're getting tired of looking so helpless in front of him.

You faked a cough, stepping inside the room, "I didn't think you'd be here..."

You stand there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, despite how you're supposed to be looking for your things now. Sukuna paid no mind about your presence, just scribbling on a piece of paper after playing a different note on his guitar.

It took you long enough to start lifting your feet from the ground, relentlessly moving all over the shelves just to find the notebook that you left. You searched every corner, table tops, cabinets, and even chairs, but to your dismay, there was none.

You looked over at Sukuna who was busy with his guitar, mouth opening to speak, and then closing once again.

You moved a little to your spot, fiddling with your fingers and then spoke, "Hey... have you seen any pink notebook in here?"

You swear you wanted the floor to just eat you whole when he looked at you with those annoyed eyes once again.

"No."

Okay.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You headed to the table in front of him, full of papers and pens, and one cup of coffee. You read one of the papers and saw it was one of their self-composed pieces that they've been working at for a week now.

You lifted up the pile of papers to look for your missing item, but still nothing. You sighed, bending underneath the table in case it fell down, and lo and behold, your notebook that you've been looking for. You reached for it, stretching your arms out, and when you finally got a hold of it, you stood up abruptly.

But sometimes, you just happen to mess things up unintentionally...

You gasped loudly when you accidentally lost your balance, hitting the table in the process. Your hands landed on the edge of the table that caused it to shake, spilling the cup of coffee on the pieces of paper.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, pulling the cup of coffee away quickly.

"Fucking hell." Sukuna hissed when he saw what happened. He immediately stood up, taking the papers away so it won't get wet with coffee anymore.

"O-oh my god..." You shake, looking around to look for a tissue or anything to wipe the mess. "I'm sorry! I'll clean them up!" You said frantically as you try to reach for the papers, only making it worse when you suddenly tore them apart at your hold.

"Jesus Christ!" Sukuna cursed, pushing you away as he watched as the paper tore itself now. There's no use saving these papers anymore. But what's worse is that you messed up their musical piece, out of all papers that you could've spilled coffee to.

Your eyes watered, heart beating fast at the chaos that you made.

"You just can't do anything right, don't you?"

You look at Sukuna, eyes pleading for him to understand your situation. To at least be sympathetic.

"I didn't mean it! I'm sorry–"

"Your sorry won't fix anything!" He shouted that made you flinch.

"What's happening here?"

•

"I'm so sorry, I really am..." You sobbed in front of the whole band as you sat at the chair in the corner. Your hands were covering your face as you tried so hard not to cry too much, but you're wailing like a baby already.

Nanami kneeled in front of you, placing a hand on your knees and gently rubbing circles on it. "Don't cry, we'll figure it out."

Sukuna crossed his arms as he watched you getting comforted by Nanami. "It's clearly her fault–"

"Sukuna." Choso cut him off, his eyes telling him to shut up as he shakes his head in disapproval.

Sukuna only scoffed as he watched your figure become so small as you cried your heart out in front of everyone, muttering your apologies again and again.

He might've felt something in the pit of his stomach.

•

"At least say sorry to her, would you?" Yuji said as he and his brother played video games in their living room.

"Why should I?" Sukuna's eyes furrowed as his fingers focused on tapping the joystick, making loud noises that everyone can hear through the living room.

"It was kind of harsh, you know? She was already feeling sorry, yet you still had to slap it in her face. Plus, you literally shouted at her. You don't shout at a lady, man..."

Sukuna frowned.

He knew all too well that he didn't do anything wrong, he was just making you realize your mistakes. Yet why was he painted as the bad guy here now?

He groaned as they lost another game, throwing the joystick away in frustration. "Fine."

•

"She didn't come again?" Nanami asked as he entered the room.

"No, she said she's not feeling too good." Choso answered.

For some reason, Sukuna felt like everyone had their eyes on him. Either burning a hole in it, or asking if he knew where she went, or if he had seen her at all.

"Maybe you should say sorry to our manager."

Another nagging.

Sukuna's about to be sick of it. He didn't get how he's the one who would be sorry when it should've been you in the first place. You didn't just mess it up for him, you messed up the whole band for your clumsiness. Those papers were important after all, since it's going to be the music they're supposed to play for the school fest. So why was he at fault?

Why did he feel like he really had to make it up to you?

Why did he feel like cupping your cheeks to wipe your damn tears away when he saw you crying?

***

Here's the part 2!

when he's protective >>>

like omg pls-

ahHhHh

sukunas fav concubine being bullied by the other concubines?? maybe they push her into the fountain 👀👀👀

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. being bullied because you’re sukuna’s favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. when sukuna finally notices the harassment you’re going through, he doesn’t hold back.

wc. 2.2k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff, angst (hurt to comfort). heian era. bullying. one mention of d.ecapitation. vile language. reader gets called ‘brat’. beta reading? what’s that

“she’s got nothing going on for her,” “right? i don’t get what he sees in her,” “tch—he’s only using her for her body anyway,” “duhh. he can’t be pleased by her looks. i mean, she’s really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ‘nother hole to use. . .”

and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they couldn’t care less if you hear what they say.

you’re used to it by now. you’ve adjusted to this life of yours as one of sukuna’s concubines. his favourite at that—which automatically makes you a victim of verbal (and sometimes physical) harassment. the other women in the ruthless sorcerer’s harem can’t stand you.

your eyes are glued to the path you’re walking on. your lady-in-waiting doesn’t utter a single word as well, holding her head low as she follows behind you. you know that the concubines will immediately pick on you if you make eye contact with one of them.

it’s moments like these where you actually miss sukuna. his intimidating presence and (in)direct threats would immediately make the others fall silent. you wouldn’t have to hear them call you nasty names.

though, unlucky you, sukuna’s out on business. uraume is left as a temporary supervisor of the entire estate. to make sure nothing goes wrong. despite all of that, you still find yourself in an unfortunate predicament.

“hey. we’re talking to you,” a female voice rings from behind you. it isn’t your lady-in-waiting, but the brown-haired woman whom you recognise as one of sukuna’s concubines. her name. . . you can’t recall.

she forcefully pushes your shoulder with two fingers. you stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the material of your kimono. you look down at the hem and notice a subtle muddy stain on the cloth now that you’ve accidentally stepped on it.

you curse the woman out under your breath. the kimono is one of your favorites since sukuna had it made and tailored to suit your taste.

“my apologies,” you mumble politely. you do not wish to make a scene as much as you want to defend yourself. not in front of those poor servants who are simply minding their business and tending to the garden.

the lady scoffs. another one joins. soon, four of them surround you, leaving you no place to escape the situation. with every step you take back, they take one forward. it’s intimidating, though you try to make it seem like you’re not afraid of their words.

“tell me,” the blonde one speaks up and her hand trails up your arm. she twirls a strand of your hair around her index finger before harshly tugging at it. you wince, but she doesn’t budge, “tell me what sukuna sees in a worthless slut like you.”

it’s about sukuna every time. you’re getting sick of the way they treat you because of something you can’t control. you don’t know why he favors you out of all the other women at his service. the way you’re treated because of something that you cannot change is getting frustrating.

the brown-haired woman follows the other lady. she pushes you until the back of your shoe bumps against the edge of a fountain. the grande fountain in the yard that you always love to admire.

the tugs at your hair get stronger. your patience is wearing thin. you take some time to reply to the other concubines, hoping to silence them for now.

you look up at the group surrounding you—a grin tugging at your lips as you decide to taunt them. you scoff, “hah. you cannot blame me for satisfying my lord better than all of you could do together.”

audible gasps sound from the group of concubines. they can’t believe you had the audacity to talk back and be disrespectful about it. the comment you made clearly struck a nerve. or in this case multiple.

“oh, you slut!” the blonde one shrieks, clearly more than upset by your doubts about her services as a concubine. in a flash of rage, she gives you a firm push, sending you backwards until you fall into the fountain with a loud splash.

your lady-in-waiting is the one gasping this time. she looks at you with great worry in her eyes, not knowing if she needs to go fetch uraume or not. she doesn’t have much say in the matter either way.

you’re humiliated by this. you can feel the water seep into the robes of your kimono, staining the beloved material. your hair is wet as well, the water droplets falling off the ends of your locks.

“pah, you look pathetic,” one of the lower ranking concubines chimes in—giggling at the unfortunate situation you got yourself in. the others follow with their own high pitched laughs, “serves you right.”

you don’t even know what you should do. your body feels heavy because of the water wetting your clothes. your nails drag along the fountain’s surface, trying to compose yourself before you do anything irrational.

you grit your teeth and take a deep breath. you’re shaking, both because of the cold settling over your body as well as the anger simmering inside of you. you open your mouth to say something, only to be interrupted.

by someone you didn’t expect to see any time soon.

“enough.”

the deep tone sends chills down your spine. the volume of the male voice nearly shakes the ground. it’s powerful, dominant and quite aggressive. as if the owner of the voice is pissed. no, more than that.

the group of concubines freeze, not even daring to turn around and face the unexpected visitor. you notice your lady-in-waiting immediately falling to her knees, bowing at the man whom you know very well.

“my lord,” you stammer out, being the first to speak up and address him. you’re surprised to see sukuna back this early from his business trip. he normally stays away from the estate for days on end.

sukuna’s footsteps are heavy. his strides are menacingly slow. the aura surrounding him makes the others shake—one concubine being smart enough to bow to him. the king of curses is not one to be messed with, especially when he’s angry.

“tsk. have you lost all your respect while i was gone?” sukuna growls, seeing how the group of concubines are frozen in place with fearful expressions on their faces. the fact that they’re not bowing before him worsens his temper, “kneel.”

he raises one hand and they all knew what was going to happen. you squeal and shut your eyes, hearing that familiar and dooming sound of slashes around you. it doesn’t sound like they’ve hit anything, so you peek through your eyelashes.

you see how the group of women have dropped to their knees the instant sukuna raised his hand in that specific manner. everyone knew just what that meant; death to anyone who’s got their head held high in his presence.

you’ve all seen enough people get decapitated by that same action to know that the sorcerer was not playing around.

sukuna scoffs. he walks up towards you, ignoring the pleas of the other concubines that are begging for his forgiveness. his bottom set of eyes look down at them with disdain before focusing on your figure again.

he silently stands still at the edge of the fountain. his large frame looms over you and you find yourself struggling to get up from the water to bow at him as well. you keep your eyes on your lap, “i’m sorry, my lord.”

sukuna hisses at your apology. a warning for you to shut your mouth. you’re apologising when it’s not your fault and that irritates him more than anything. two of his strong arms reach down to pick you up from your vulnerable position.

the king of curses hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. he’s not bothered by the fact that you’re dripping wet. in fact, both of his left arms wrap around your torso in attempt to warm you up.

“stay. you’ll all be dealt with accordingly when i return,” sukuna harshly orders your aggressors as he turns around and walks away from the group. he carries you in his arms, not sparing a single glance at his concubines.

he doesn’t even care that he stepped on one of the women’s hands as he passed by. the high pitched shriek only serves to annoy him, which you notice by the way he squeezes your waist in response.

it’s silent between you two for a bit. sukuna steps inside of the estate, his ominous aura making you hesistant to speak. you decide to stay quiet for the sake of keeping the peace. for now.

sukuna’s breathing is a little heavy. he’s trying not to lash out or say anything hurtful. he doesn’t like raising his voice at you—but sometimes he feels like he needs to. especially when you land in situations like those.

“how long has this been going on?” sukuna asks through a heavy sigh. his red eyes are focused on the end of the hallway, where his chambers lay. the veins in his neck look like they could pop out any second now, “and don’t you dare fuckin’ lie to me, y’hear?”

you gulp. you’ve never been so nervous to answer him, ever. you attempt to respond, “uhm, for quite a while, my lord.”

sukuna breathes in sharply at the revelation. the fact that you did not specify your answer only made him think that it’s worse than you’re making it out to be. he stops in his tracks, two hands on your waist as he forces you to face him.

your body dangles in the air as sukuna makes you look at him from up close, showing you that dangerous look in his eyes. you do not dare to avert your gaze from his as he speaks.

“you should’ve told me the moment they started disrespecting you like that,” sukuna grunts. another big hand grabs your jaw firmly, squeezing your cheeks together. you whine as it hurt a little. he scoffs and releases your jaw with a light push, “pathetic.”

you feel your body get thrown into your original position once more. your head is upside down and your legs hang limply over his shoulder. you try to defend yourself in a quiet tone, “i thought you were too busy. i didn’t want to bother you with such unimportant matters.”

it’s true. as much as you wanted to tell sukuna about the mistreatment you were receiving, you knew how busy he was attending to more urgent business. you didn’t want to annoy him with your own problems that you could easily solve.

if only you could stand up for yourself.

“nonsense,” sukuna raises his voice in a moment of weakness, though remembers that you’ve probably been through enough for the day. he doesn’t need to add to that by treating you like shit as well.

he simply sighs it off, “unimportant, huh? ‘s that how you think i view you?”

you raise an eyebrow at sukuna’s last sentence. you’re at a loss for words. you know sukuna values you more than any of his other concubines—it’s the main reason you’re getting bullied for—yet you never heard him speak to you in such a surprisingly soft way.

almost like he’s disappointed that you don’t realise the extent of his favoritsm. he cares about you more than you actually think he does.

“i-i’m sorry, my lord,” you stutter. you really do not have a clue about what to say. all you can do is apologise as you’re left overthinking that one little sentence he said.

“what a brat,” sukuna quickly regains his usual stoic and stern composure. he reaches his chambers and enters his personal bathroom before putting you down on your feet. he looks down at your short stature, feeling the warmth of your body leave his skin once you’re separated.

sukuna watches you shiver. he wants to get angry at you for not telling him about anything that’s been going on while he’s not present, though he simply cannot at the moment.

he’ll let you off the hook for now. but, he’s surely going to give you your own special scolding after he’s taken care of the other concubines. the man grabs a large towel from nearby and messily wraps it around your upper body.

sukuna turns around to walk out of his bathroom, looking over his shoulder once more, “get dressed into something else before you catch a cold.”

he calls for a couple servants to tend to you while he’s away to take care of those deviant concubines. sukuna watches the three maids rush to your service, preparing you a new set of clothes as well as trying to dry you off.

his gaze lingers on you for more than is necessary, his jaw clenching at the sight of you trembling from the low temperatures you’re experiencing. sukuna’s going to make sure those other women pay for what they’ve done to you.

he leaves the bathroom after that, though not without leaving you an order to follow;

“you’re staying in my chambers tonight.”

cw CHEESY sukuna, soft sex (*´ω｀*)

the first time you guys had sex, he was so rough and mean to you.

holding you down by your hips and bruising them, leaving red indents of his nails on your waist. but one thing you have chosen to remember from your first time with sukuna were his words, “don’t fuckin touch me. keep your hands to yourself, you dumb bitch.”

and ever since, you haven’t. you’ve kept your hands to yourself, always leaving them to your side, or pushing them against your tits to lower any chance of even grazing him.

but he notices.

he notices the way your arm and hand yearn to hold onto or touch something, maybe the back of his neck, or to touch his face. or maybe, even holding his hand. but you resist everytime, playing it off by letting your hand fall to your side when you find yourself reaching to the man above you.

and he really does hate it, how precious you are. so precious, you’ve made him fall in love with you. how could he not, when you laid so beautifully under him, mewling into his shoulder and whimpering his name.. and the way you always made an attempt to fetch him a water, which he did take a sip out of every time. (he didn’t need it, he is a curse. )

he loved your breathy snores as you slept, aiding him to close his eyes and rest even though he prompted to stay awake to protect you. he’s fallen for you.

“k-kuna..”

his cock prods against your hole, twitching for any sort of stimulation as he rubs stripes up and down your cunt with his cockhead.

“i know. you’re gonna take it well, just like you do everytime.”

and it felt weird, the mellow words that fell from his mouth. it was sweet but unusual, and it made your heart melt. it hurts when he pushes in, it always does. but this time, it felt better, softer.

“touch me.”

“w-what?”

“don’t make me say it again, yeah? jus touch me.”

and your arms finally part from your tits, your hand reaches for his cheek, from where he hid his face in your collar bone, making him look into you. he finds you pulling him in closer and closer, before your lips melt against each others.

“thank you.”

The One That Got Away - By Katy Perry

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Female Reader

Prompt: “In another life maybe?” You mumble to the beast who clicked his tongue in return. Perhaps, he thought in his head.

His reaction to seeing you reincarnated after centuries.

Tags: Humour, fluff, heavy angst, canon based plot with a slight change by the author

“You’re beat up” You comment as you press a towel on Megumi’s head, letting the fabric soak up the blood. “Why did you come here? I specifically told you to stay outside with Itadori,” He complains, wincing as you firmly press the cloth against his injury in response to his sour expression. “How could I stay outside when there’s a chance you need help. Not to mention, it wasn’t my fault Itadori ran inside, you idiot.” The boy remains silent, grumbling quietly as he averts his gaze.

“So!” You hear your teacher start from behind you, engaging in a conversation with the student both you and Megumi had met not too long ago. “Can you swap out with Sukuna?” Your attention is immediately drawn to Gojo, who deliberately has his back turned towards you. “Gojo-sensei, I know what you’re thinking and it isn’t a good id-” – “Aahh, tut, tut.” He interrupts with a dismissive gesture, raising a finger in the air and pointing it towards Itadori. “The curse you ate, are you able to?” This piece of shit.

“Oh.. Yeah, I think I can do that.” Yuji placed a hand on his hip, watching as your teacher stretches on the side the moment he gets a positive answer. “Then, give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.”

“But-” Itadori spoke up, only to be interrupted before he could fully get his sentence out. “Don’t worry, I’m the strongest.” You roll your eyes. The man straightens himself, throwing the bag to where you crouched beside Megumi. “Hold on to this for me, alright (Name)?” Fushiguro stares at the bag, his eyebrows raising as he catches a whiff of something sweet. “What is this?” He asks as he leans in closer to bask in the smell. “Kikufuku from Kikusuian. It’s Sendai’s specialty, and it’s super good!”

“..You bought souvenirs.” You and Megumi let out a sigh, only for Gojo to quickly defend himself. “It’s not a souvenir!” The three of you continue to banter back and forth, unaware of the boy whose demeanor completely changes, tattoos gradually covering his entire body. “I’m going to eat this on the bullet train on the way home.” He declares in excitement, but your attention was stuck on the approaching dark figure. “Behind you!” Megumi yells.

–BANG

As the sound reverberates through your surroundings, particles of dust swirl in the air, creating a hazy atmosphere. The impact of what felt like a huge object landing in close proximity causes you to tightly clutch onto the bag, instinctively closing your eyes.

Seconds pass and the dust gradually settles, revealing a wide eyed man with markings adorning his face. Kneeling mere inches away from you, he appears just as astonished as you are by your teacher’s remarkable evasion. However, it becomes apparent that his astonishment stems from something other than the mere presence of Gojo sitting on his back.

The strange man opens his mouth, his resonant tone surprisingly gentle despite the expression on his face. “..You-” Before he can utter another word, Gojo effortlessly propels him aside with a single motion of his leg. “Now, now. You shouldn’t get too close to my student.” Satoru chuckles as he watches Sukuna quickly regain his balance, charging towards him with a scowl.

As the fight unfolds, you overhear your teacher strike yet another conversation, “My students are watching,” he says the second their backs collide. “So I’m going to show off a little.” Gojo breaks the contact, and with a swift flick of his arm he delivers a powerful strike that sends Sukuna flying.

“For crying out loud..” The curse spits, wiping the blood dripping from his lips before launching himself back. “You jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble no matter the era-!” He leaps into the air, aiming his next attack directly at Gojo.

Shit. He grit his teeth.

It felt as though time itself had stopped. The moment his feet left the ground, the moment he prepared to land a powerful attack- he faltered- his eyes landing on you the second you were in his sight. Your eyes, your lips, and even the shade of your hair remained unchanged. The shock on your face as you stared back at him was palpable, every aspect of you that he had cherished in his memories was now standing before him in the flesh. After countless centuries of solitude, tossing one inadequate vessel after another, he had resigned himself to never seeing you again. — Amidst the painful coughs that expel blood from your mouth, you find yourself unable to contain your laughter. The monstrous figure carrying you tightens his grip, eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and concern. “To think I’d finally see you have an expression that isn’t filled with anger” Held securely in his four arms, you extend your hand, anticipating him to withdraw. But to your surprise, he doesn’t. Your mouth gapes in astonishment as you feel the gentle warmth of his cheek against your palm, silently studying your countenance.

It hurts.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you could no longer hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. “I’m sorr-” – “Don’t apologize.” His voice cut through your words, filled with harshness that contrasted with the gentle embrace he continued to provide. “I will deal with them. All you need to do is remain silent and I’ll-” You shake your head, feeling more lightheaded than earlier. “.. I don’t think I’ll survi-” – “You will.” Throughout your friendship with Sukuna, if you could even call it one, you had never witnessed this side, a side where he’s uncertain of his own words.

“Be still, woman.” Woman, he still refuses to say your name even at this moment. It almost makes you laugh, but the pain in your stomach stops you from doing so. “I do not wish to hear more from you.”

Shortly after, he discovers a cave and promptly sets you down on the ground. Sukuna adjusts his posture, preparing to leave, only to sense you pulling at his pants. He was big, far bigger than you. But despite his size that gives him the advantage to overpower your feeble resistance, he chooses to pause, letting you bask in his fleeting compliance. “You.. aren’t thinking of going back a..are you? Please don’t- you’ll be killed-“

Him? Killed? How laughable.

With a sudden jolt, he thrusts his leg forward, causing your grip to weaken against his trousers. “I will quickly deal with them and come back to you,” he asserts. The determination in his eyes leaves you unable to refuse his words. Reluctantly, you allow him to walk away, placing a hand on the wound on your abdomen as you watch his silhouette vanish amidst the dense foliage.

Upon his arrival, he quickly eliminates numerous sorcerers, brutally severing their heads from their bodies and carelessly disregarding them one by one. How dare they challenge the King of Curses? Let alone inflict pain on his woman? In the moment, he exuded unwavering confidence, believing he could vanquish them all and return to you triumphantly.

But.. he was wrong.

The deafening sound of your piercing scream echoes through the air, momentarily halting the gruesome massacre that had been unfolding. He snapped his head towards the source of the sound, thoughts racing through his head. They couldn’t have-

-BANG

As his body collapses onto the unforgiving ground, the sorcerers seize the moment to tightly secure him in place. One would expect excruciating pain to course through his veins, as numerous scrolls pressed against his flesh, leaving searing imprints. However, the agony fails to register within him, for his focus remains fixated on the spot where he had last seen you, vulnerable, defenseless, and.. dead-

The absence of your familiar aura, one which provided him solace and reassurance, vanished. The once soothing rhythm of your heartbeat has been replaced by an eerie silence, drowned out by the deafening ringing in his ears.

—

He softens the rotation of his swing at the very last second, reducing the impact significantly from his initial intention. Though, it wasn’t needed. As the dust clears once more, he anticipates seeing you with a scratch or two, but to his astonishment, you remain completely unscathed. “Eight..” Gojo begins to count, “Nine…” His head tilts to the side, “Should be time.”

Ba-dump

He can feel his body instinctively lean forward, causing his heart to momentarily stop at one beat. ‘Not yet.’ He feels electricity course through his skin. ‘Let me stay in control a little longer.’ Sukuna struggles, stumbling a bit as he takes a couple steps towards you. “Oh?” Gojo muses.

Observing intently, you watch as he tries to close the distance, fighting back authority over Itadori. ‘I need to talk to her-‘ He stops the second he reaches the end of the building, a gap that he created moments before, a gap that he created between you. ‘I need to tell her what I couldn’t-‘ You see his lips part, the sound of the start of your name stumbling out just before his head falls.

Itadori’s head jerks upwards, letting out an “Oh” as he regains consciousness. “Was everything okay?” Concerned, he scratches the back of his neck. Gojo, on the other hand, waves his hand dismissively, causing the floating debris around you to fall. “Ohh, I’m shocked,” he remarks. “You really can control it!” Not only that, but something much more interesting happened. Your teacher’s gaze shifts towards you, his smile falling.

“He’s kind of annoying though. I can hear his voice.” Yuji expresses his frustration by smacking his head in response to Sukuna’s persistent voice. Satoru abruptly interjects, bringing the ongoing conversation to a halt. “Let’s wrap this up, yeah?” He had a bigger problem to worry about. Especially with Sukuna's odd behavior towards you.

Next Chapter

crooked memory

genre fluff, angst, major character death, mentions of blood

tags gojo satoru x reader, biker!gojo

summary gojo satoru loves you so much.

wc; 1.3k

reblogs would be appreciated, please do not plagiarise my work, or share it on any other social media platform!

you would risk absolutely anything to see your boyfriend — the boyfriend your parents forbade you from dating, the boyfriend everybody told you was a red flag, the boyfriend even you told yourself to not fall for. but god, was satoru gojo irresistable.

the sweetest boy you had ever come to discover in this short life of yours. how the loving words he told you melted off his tongue like honey, how his arms embraced you like a soft blanket, how his eyes were the most alluring sight to fall for. he was dream, and he was yours.

light taps against your window turn your head suddenly, to notice your boyfriend outside your house, looking up at you with another pebble in his hands.

“hi baby!” he cheers, and drops the pebble, beginning to climb his way up to your room as you open your window.

“you’re not supposed to be here, what are you doing?” you walk backwards, letting him into your bedroom.

“i wanted to see you, but your parents won’t let me in.” his smile blinds you, and he closes your window quietly. he takes off his shoes, and crawls into your bed.

“hey, i just changed the sheets, at least wear the sweatpants you left here.” you whine, and open your drawer, taking out his clothes for him to wear.

he smiles at the thought of you having his things, the thought of him being a part of you, everything of him is part of you. he can’t define himself without you. the girl who makes him who he is.

“okay, baby, anything you want.” he gives you a longing kiss, before changing into appropriate clothes.

the two of you curl up in your freshly changed sheets, smelling exactly like you. he lays on your side of the bed, which you allow because you know he loves the smell of your hair on the pillow. you’re facing each other, his hands trailing your face, and yours in his hair, a moment he wishes would never end.

“how’d you get here, i thought your parents weren’t letting you out of the house.” you finally speak.

“i snuck out! i found the keys to my motorbike and just got here.” oh, how this boy would do absolutely anything for you — he was smitten. he would walk naked through a blizzard if it meant getting to you.

you held his entire heart, his entire being belonged to you and you only — and he never forgot to show that. how could he? you consumed his existence, every waking thought of his was devoured by you. a world without you was a world without him.

“what are you gonna do if you get caught?” your eyes widen in panic, excuses of what to say flourish in your mind.

“don’t worry i won’t get caugh-“ the door opens, and satoru sees your parents, seething. he looks on your side of the bed, only to see that you’ve vanished, and reality slaps him in the face.

you’re gone.

“what are you doing here? i thought we told you to never show your face again!” your father lifts the poor boy up by his sweater, the sweater you got him for his birthday, and satoru worries that it’ll tear.

“honey, please let him go, don’t hurt him.” your mother interjects, pulling him away from satoru’s neck, to which he releases a gasp. “you need to leave, sweetheart. you can’t just sneak into our house like this for no reason.” she tries to reassure satoru kindly.

“i came here for y/n.” he feels the tears well up in his eyes, his bottom lip trembles as he tries to conceal the cry for help that’s about to explode on his expression.

“you know damn well she’s not here. and it’s all your fault you fuck-“ your father starts, and your mother places her hand on his chest.

“we know you miss her satoru, we do too. what happened to her was horrible for everyone, but you need to go home, we spoke to your parents, they said you weren’t leaving the house.”

satoru suddenly remembers everything, how he made you sneak out one night with him to go on a motorbike ride, the rides your parents always hated you going on. but you had done it millions of times before then, so you left, helmet in hand.

he remembers everything so clearly, how you begged him to stop going so fast, how it was too scary, and how he laughed and just said to hold on tight. he remembers your arms around his waist, how strong of a grip you had around him — he remembers how cold it was that night, the wind and the rain soaking your outfits. he remembers the oncoming truck and your screams before everything goes dark.

he remembers gaining consciousness shortly after, how your helmet screen is cracked, face bloodied, yet you still tried to reach a hand out towards him. he remembers how you tried to shuffle towards him, and him to you, before you eventually got slower, your arm lowering, and how you laid limp, only a few centimetres before him.

he remembers being in the hospital, waiting for you, asking the doctors, nurses, his family and friends about you, only to get the same answer each time — “she’s resting.” he remembers the day you died, the same day he got discharged from the hospital, and immediately went to visit you.

he remembers hearing the monotonous beep of the machine beside you, and how his world comes crashing down, how he begins to realise it was all his fault. he should’ve never made you sneak out on such a rainy night, he should’ve slowed down when you begged him to, he should’ve just stayed in your room with you that night like he had done before.

he remembers how weeks after your funeral, he got out of bed late at night, and decided to go to your house, your room, and climbing up your house to get into your room, because you had always kept the window open for him. he remembers going into your drawers to get his clothes out, before laying in your bed, muttering to himself, saying your name, calling you baby, all before he had gotten caught by your parents.

“i-i’m sorry, i know it’s my fault, i don’t know what came over me mr and mrs l/n, i’m sorry, i’ll go-“ he breaks out into a violent sob, before getting up and trying to leave through your window, only to be stopped by your father.

“stop.” satoru turns around, with eyes like a puppy. “stay for the night, you can sleep here.” and your father walks off, with your mother following suit, after closing the for satoru, and telling him sweet dreams.

your parents knew how much you loved satoru, how happy he made you, no matter how much of a bad influence he was. they knew how much he brought light to your eyes, how you would rather disappear forever than be in a world without satoru, because he defined you, and a world without him was a world without you. no matter how much your father disapproved of the gojou boy, he knew that satoru was always going to be the one for you, in this life and the next.

satoru sniffles, looking around your room, how cold and empty it felt. even if it was full of memories and photos and posters that represented, the room was shallow, yet so spacious and deep, all because it lacked you. satoru looks at the polaroids of you and your friends taped above your desk, and notices a press dried flower besides it, with a label underneath that wrote “first date with satoru <3”, and satoru breaks all over again. you consumed him, yet you weren’t around, and that was the worst part.

and it’s at this point, satoru absolutely knows for sure, a world without you, is a world without him.

a/n: sorry, kinda bad but i was listening to nomad by clairo on repeat whilst listening to this i think i definitely cldve worded this whole thing better

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🥲 love the ending

blank canvas.

problems arise when your tattoo artist boyfriend starts getting too cozy with the girls that wanted him to do more to their bodies than just inking their skin. the thing is, they knew what he wanted and they knew what you couldn’t give.

pairings. ryōmen sukuna, fem!reader

genre. florist x tattoo artist au, mild angst, opposites attract

tags. nudity, insecure!reader, virgin!reader, dry humping, mentions of needles, mentions of cheating, slutshaming

notes. if you’ve been here for a while, yes this is a repost from an old hq fic :’D i rewrote and remodeled it for sukuna bc i feel like he fits this au!

part 2 | part 3 | epilogue

Sukuna had seen it all.

He wasn’t dumb and he most definitely wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he was attractive, bringing him a clientele of adoring women who would frequently visit his tattoo parlor. Who could blame them? He was handsome, had a good physique, and an overwhelming aura that pulled the attraction of many women, single or not, who were desperate to vie for his attention. His tattoos and his dyed hair even added to the overall bad boy persona that he had which, to be fair, was a girl’s guilty pleasure. 

The women were very assertive, it seemed, to try and lure Sukuna into their little seduction game. Was he getting tempted into it? No. He was loyal and he’d like to stay loyal to his kind and beautiful girlfriend. After all, winning you over wasn’t as easy as it would with any other girl. 

However, there were certain moments that almost tested his loyalty to you, especially when some of the women would ask to have their tattoos done on the most intimate places of their bodies. 

Take yesterday as an example: one girl asked to have a tattoo on her buttocks and she was certainly more satisfied at the feeling of Sukuna’s palms on her bum rather than the actual tattoo she was getting. And to top it all, she bluntly asked if he offered more service rather than just giving tattoos. Crazy. 

He had previously mentioned it to you that as part of his job, he was obligated to give his clients the tattoos they requested, regardless of where on their bodies they wanted them. It was strictly business. Ironically, despite dating a tattoo artist like himself, you had no single trace of inked art on your body. You were an untouched canvas that had never been painted on. Still, Sukuna respected your choice and he surely respected your boundaries even more. 

He knew that you had always been a gentle girl when he first met you at the floral shop across the street. You were always prim and proper, always dressed modestly, always following the rules, and always doing the right thing. All you cared about doing was to express your love through the delicate petals you arranged in your flower-scented haven. You were happy to be in your own little bubble, content in the company of fragrant blossoms and soft-spoken solitude. Introverted. Reserved. Pure. Unassuming. He was the exception to your goody-two-shoes nature, because he ended up winning your heart despite being the complete opposite of you. It wasn’t an easy task, either. Deciding to get to know you was on a whim at first, since he was intrigued about your simple joys in life and how you weren’t the type of girls that would visit his tattoo parlor. Something about your demure nature pulled him in until he realized that there was nothing else he wanted in this world but to make you his. He began by greeting you every morning from across the street, then giving you the same bouquet of flowers he purchased from your shop, followed by sending you texts complimenting how beautiful you looked as he watched you from his store, and finally asking you out on spontaneous dates.

It may be a bit peculiar to see the two of you together, but Sukuna pursued you because liked you. He was undeniably in love with you. He liked your smile, liked how cute and adorable you were, and liked how a simple look at you made him want to be a better man. He loved the idea of being with a girl he could protect. 

The main issue was, Sukuna dropped out of college and just decided to open a tattoo parlor business because he simply didn’t want to waste his years studying for something that he wasn’t passionate about. But that was the source of your parents’ distaste. They told you that you had no future with a guy like him. They said that they would disown you as a daughter if you decided to choose him. They called him dirty, rebellious, and uneducated. 

At that point, he thought that you would leave him after learning his rather reckless choices in life, but you stayed. 

You left your parents' home and stayed with him.

And he was grateful that you did. 

So to ask the question again, would he ever do something to betray you after everything that happened between you two? Of course, not. Not in a million years, no

But then again, he was also just doing his job and it wasn’t like he was purposely flirting with the girls that often flocked him during work hours. He was simply accommodating a client. Nothing more, nothing less. 

And on one of those typical days, he had to work overtime when one of his returning clients asked for her fifth tattoo to be done by him. He just finished picking up the tools he needed as she walked towards the recliner seat asking, “Should I sit here?” 

He nodded once, turning around to face the girl who looked at him with her alluring eyes. “Yeah, just let me know when you’re ready.” 

Oh yes, she was surely ready. She even had a smirk displayed on her face when she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, keeping her gaze at him while teasingly revealing her busty pair. 

He didn’t really pay attention to the size of her tits but instead, just casually pointed to a certain part of her body, “Is this where you want it?” he asked, referring to the lower left part of her breast.

With a very flirtatious grin, she nodded, clearly knowing that her assets were her biggest weapon. “Yes. Would it be easier if I took off my bra, yeah?” 

“You don’t have to. I can work it out,” he casually responded, reaching for his glove and busying himself with all the tool preparations. 

The girl let out a silent giggle along with her best friend who sat on the side, waiting for her turn. Waiting to be the recipient of Sukuna’s full attention. Sigh. 

“No, I can take it off for you,” the girl insisted, unclasping her bra and setting her huge breasts free for him to ogle at. They were perfectly round, probably a 40D, and a light pink shade for her nipples. With how firm they were sitting on her chests, she had probably gotten them done.  

He cleared his throat, averting his eyes as he asked her to sit on the recliner chair. Sukuna had seen women half naked in his shop before, but this was the first time someone willingly got naked in front of him, most especially with other intentions rather than to simply get a tattoo. 

Because of the awkwardness, he went ahead and blasted some heavy metal music to distract his mind. He had to think of something else and not stare at the girl’s luscious tits. He had to shift his mind to somewhere else like, for example, why the girl chose a calligraphy of the words ‘la douleur exquise’ on her skin this time.

“Is this French?” he nonchalantly asked, motioning for her to rest her back while he wiped the chosen area with a damp cotton pad. He specifically avoided brushing his hand on her breast, but it looked like the girl was actually angling herself to make him touch it more. 

“It means exquisite pain,” she purred, batting her thick eyelashes at him. 

His lips formed a smirk, impressed at how much of a skank she was willing to be for him. It wasn’t new, as established before. He’d also had a fair share of women who tried to get into his pants last week, but none of them were successful. He actually found it entertaining to watch them do all sorts of stunts to make him give in. To make him submit himself to his carnal desires. He was a man after all. He had needs, he had to get some form of release, otherwise it could pose a problem in his masculinity. 

All while she was getting her tattoo done, the other girl got up from her seat to walk closer to her best friend. Sukuna decided to refer to them in his head as Slut 1 and Slut 2 because he had no intentions of knowing their names. He knew slut-shaming was terrible, but he never said he was a man of virtue and truthfully, how else could he describe them? 

“Hey, Sukuna,” the other girl called, sitting at an empty stool with a smile. “You’re single, right?” 

He kept his eyes focused on the skin he was inking on. “...No.” 

Even from the corner of his eye, he knew that both girls looked surprised, “No way? You have a girlfriend?” 

Was it really that much of a shock? 

“Yeah, she owns the floral shop across the street,” he mumbled, wiping the trace of blood on the girl’s skin after he finished another letter. 

There was a visible pout on Slut 1’s face as if learning that Sukuna had a girlfriend was more painful than the needle pricking at her skin. “So, what’s she like?” 

Sukuna thought for a while because he didn’t know where to begin. It was too much of a long story for them to hear about. You were everything he wanted in a woman and that was all he knew. “She’s cute and kind.” 

His words earned a giggle from Slut 2. “Is she like the good girl type?” 

“She is.” He figured it would be okay to converse about you like this. Besides, he would rather be talking about you than to have these girls just try to flirt with him relentlessly. 

“How much of a good girl, though?” Slut 1 egged on, “I bet she’s a virgin and a prude.” 

That was obviously none of their business, but damn. They hit a nerve that they shouldn’t have. No one else had managed to bring up a topic like that to him, more so a topic that he himself knew not to cross. His sex life wasn’t as fruitful as anyone thought so, yet not once in his life did he complain. Not once did he talk about it to anyone. Not once did he tell anyone that he had been dating you for a year now and you two never really went further than making out. 

“I respect her,” was his answer, much to the two girls’ dismay.

“That’s kinda boring, though,” the other girl claimed, draping her arm around his shoulder before leaning close to his ear. “You’re still a man and you have needs. If I were her, I’d sleep with you every day. In every position.” 

The girl on the recliner chair grinned. “Totally! Like, you’re so hot and I feel like you’re good in bed.” 

Fuck. 

He almost messed up one of the letters because his mind just flew to somewhere unforgivable. It was a sin to even think about, but shit, he definitely missed the feeling of fucking someone. He couldn’t even remember the last time he did so. 

“Sukuna?” 

He snapped out of his trance and looked up upon hearing the familiar voice, only to find you by the door, your eyes filled with hurt.

“Hey—” 

Your voice was caught in your throat as you avoided his gaze. “I just... I thought you were done.” 

In a swift motion, you hurriedly walked out of the room before dashing out the door. You didn’t even bother to look back, dead set on leaving him alone with the girls. Your footsteps were far too quick to even catch and he was hoping that you would at least slow down. 

“Babe!” he called, unable to chase after you as you shut the door. An exasperated sigh followed. 

This was going to be a big problem 

Just what was he thinking? 

He had a half naked girl in front of him and another girl clinging to him like he didn’t have a girlfriend. It must have hurt you a lot. No, it definitely wrecked you.

“Uh-oh...” the girl mocked. “I can sense trouble” 

He decided to leave it be for now and get his job done as soon as possible, even thinking of banning the two girls from going into his shop just to avoid further trouble. He had a lot of explaining to do and he couldn’t wait to go home to make sure that you would listen to him, not overthink the whole thing and place your assumptions because hurting you was the last thing he would do.

At least, he hoped you knew that.   

You were washing the dishes when Sukuna came home and the first thing he did was to wrap his arms around you. He had your waist caged in his tight embrace, his chin resting on your shoulder as he whispered sweet nothings to you. To be real, you weren’t in the mood to see his face after what you saw this afternoon. You get it—he was exposed to all sorts of people with his line of work and most of them probably couldn’t just ignore his physical appearance. You were aware that some girls were only getting a tattoo to get close to him. Heck, you were aware that they all wanted to be with him.

But the only reason you were hurt wasn’t because he was desired by women, but because those very same women were all better than you in more ways than one. They fit his type more than you did and you were sure that they could give him exactly what he wanted. 

Still, it awfully tugged at your heartstrings. 

He was yours, not theirs. You had the right to be jealous when a girl was getting cozy with your man, but to see him letting them have their way? That was a different story. 

“Baby, talk to me,” he mumbled, planting a soft, apologetic kiss on your neck. 

You gave him the silent treatment as you walked away and dried your hands with a towel. What else would you say? He should already be aware of why you were acting that way. He should be the one to try and talk to you, not the other way around. And with your stubborn mind, you did your best to keep your insouciance, pulling his tattooed arms off of you and heading towards the couch. 

You could hear his sigh as he followed you, but you were determined to keep your eyes glued on the TV screen. If he wanted to talk, he should do the talking, you reminded yourself over and over. 

“You’re really pissed at me, huh,” he spoke as soon as he sat next to you, a hand carefully placed on your thigh. “I’m sorry.” 

“They’re pretty hot, aren’t they?” The bitter question left your mouth before you thought of holding back. 

He scooted closer and hooked an arm around your shoulder this time. “Definitely nowhere near as hot as my girlfriend.” 

What a load of… You rolled your eyes, remembering how the girls looked and how comfortable he was with them. “Yeah, right.” 

You couldn’t explain the tightness on your chest every time you recalled the scene earlier because you knew, you just knew, that there was more that could have happened if you didn’t check on him. You saw it in his eyes, even for a split second, that he almost gave in to temptation. How could he not? You were a prude just as they described—just because you didn’t have any sexual experience like they did. Perhaps when they called you boring, they were right and Sukuna wanted to agree. 

He couldn’t be stuck with a girlfriend that he couldn’t even have sex with, could he? 

“I shouldn’t have let them put their hands on me like that,” he admitted, showing his dire attempt to look apologetic. “Only you can.” 

You took a deep breath and shook your head. “I don’t even know why you’re still with me, Sukuna. I put so many boundaries between us. Don’t you get tired of me?” 

“Fuck no,” he quickly answered, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Never. You’re the only one for me.” 

Truth be told, you did feel bad that he couldn’t fully experience you as a girlfriend, but he had been very patient and respectful towards you. He never crossed the line and never forced you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. He said he was doing that because you never gave up on him even when you had the choice to. He said that you were worth waiting for. He said that he was satisfied with what you two already had.

Maybe you could let this one incident go, after all, he was never really a bad boyfriend to you. Sure, he looked like a bad boy, but when it came to you, he was surprisingly soft. 

“Okay,” you muttered, sighing in defeat and finally meeting his eyes. “Just don’t do it again. I don’t care if they get naked in front of you. Please set some boundaries and don’t entertain them too much or you’ll give off the wrong impression.” 

Your leniency earned a smile from him, delighted to earn your trust again so he made an effort to peck your lips. “Yes, ma’am.” 

“You’re annoying.” 

“You love me.” 

“I do,” you professed, placing a hand on his cheek, “so much.” 

Pleased with your words, he leaned in again to give you a much, much deeper kiss. He knew it was all he could do with you, but he wanted to make you feel that his kisses were satisfying enough for the both of you. Just with the way he moved his lips against yours and how your tongue rolled around his—it was almost impossible to breathe at one point, but he softened the kiss to allow yourself to catch some air. 

Gosh, you were jealous again. You were becoming annoyed as your mind ran at full speed, thinking of how those girls thought they could put their hands on your man. You were livid at how they tried to steal him from you. 

“You’re mine, right?” you asked for reassurance, pulling away to look at his dominating eyes. 

The smirk on his lips was replaced by a cheeky grin. “All yours, darling.” 

You didn’t know what gave you the sudden confidence to straddle his lap after he said that, but it just felt right. You wanted more of his physical affection and felt like you couldn’t get enough. Both of you were taken aback, obviously, because this wasn’t something you would normally do, and so the heat on your cheeks was mixing with the surprised look on his face. You were sitting directly on his crotch and he was having a hard time to control himself. 

“Babe,” he breathed on your neck. “You don’t have to force yourself.” 

He was right, but the thought of the other girls constantly seducing him behind your back just gave way to your deepest insecurities. You didn’t have the most perfect body in the world and you most definitely didn’t have the skills in bed that he expected—you were scared that you might lose him because of these facts. Or that he would find someone better, even at the cost of having them on the side. 

“Hey,” he spoke again, making you look at his eyes as you relaxed into his touch. “It’s fine. If you want it, I can be gentle. We can go slow.” 

“I-I don’t know... I just,” you hesitated, not knowing exactly how to put it into words. 

You didn’t know why sex intimidated you. It should be as easy as 1-2-3,  just him putting his member inside you, right? But you weren’t really scared of doing the act itself, you were scared that once you did it, he would leave you because he already got what he wanted. Losing it to the wrong person sounds like a nightmare and that was why you were having trouble coming into terms of losing your virginity before marriage. 

You could feel the hardness on his crotch pressing against your core and you didn’t expect a moan escaping your lips when you moved at the slightest. The fabric of your shorts were thin enough for you to feel the outline of his hardened member, displaying a prominent bulge on his sweatpants. You haven’t seen how big he was, but you could tell just by looking at his bulge that he was huge. Could you even take that? 

He held your waist and guided you to move again, this time urging you to move your hips back and forth, allowing you to feel the friction from his hard erection. Lust was clouding his eyes and it made you feel weak. 

“How does it feel?” he asked, his hot breath tickling your ear. 

You continued grinding on him with your lips parted, releasing your silent moans, “G-Good.”

He leaned forward to kiss your neck, eventually sucking the soft skin to leave his beautiful marks. “I wanna eat you down there, baby,” he growls under his breath, squeezing your right breast, “You’re gonna taste so good, I bet.” 

“Suku—” you whined, gripping his hair while he started matching your movements with his own. It was a foreign feeling for you to feel his bulge rubbing against your untouched core. 

“Fuck,” he cussed in a low voice, squeezing your ass with his huge hands in growing excitement. “Let me get a condom.” 

This was it. 

It was happening. 

Or was it?

Your eyes widened in panic as you pushed him back onto the couch. It was as though all of your senses were awakened and your body was telling you that you shouldn’t be doing all this. “N-No, I... I’m not ready.” 

You didn’t mean to always chicken out when you two were almost about to do it. You just didn’t feel confident enough to give yourself yet and even if you badly wanted to, you just couldn’t make yourself do it.

You could see the hint of disappointment on his face and he was trying to hide it. 

“Right,” he exhaled deeply with his head thrown back on the headrest. “It’s alright. Maybe next time,” he convinced himself. 

“I’m sorry,” you softly mumbled, hand gripping on his shirt. 

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling you out of his lap and getting up from the couch. “Yeah, yeah. It’s fine.” 

You stayed seated as you watched him walk away. “Where are you going?” 

“I have to finish this off on my own,” he answered without looking back. You realized he was referring to the act of touching himself because you just couldn’t do the job for him. It was obvious how frustrated he was and for goodness sake, you did feel guilty, but then again, he didn’t act like this before. When you told him you didn’t want to do it further, he would simply laugh it off and say he would wait for you. 

This wasn’t the same Sukuna that said that. 

You became a little paranoid. 

Considering that girls would still pay your boyfriend a visit at the tattoo parlor, you always ended up overthinking about what he was doing while you were supposed to be busy at the floral shop. In the middle of arranging a bouquet of beautiful peonies, your mind was on haywire. You just didn’t feel at ease. You felt like anyone could easily snatch him away from you because you weren’t particularly a striking girl to begin with. You were leaning on the simple, conservative side rather than the rebellious, liberated women that swarmed his shop in hopes of sleeping with him. 

Because your thoughts were eating you alive, you decided to head to his tattoo parlor after closing the shop to make sure that he wasn’t doing any funny business. 

And you were somehow right. 

About three girls were in there this time, two of which you had already seen a couple of days ago, and they were already leaving the parlor just as you arrived. 

“You’re really amazing, Sukuna,” one of the girls told him in gratitude, “I might get another one soon.” 

You watched them walk past you with a smug expression on their faces as they left the shop. Sukuna had then seen you standing by the door with your arms crossed. 

“Really?” you questioned, walking inside with a frown. “They’re here again?” 

He sighed and walked back to his station while cleaning the mess from the tattoo session. He wasn’t even trying to win you over anymore. “I can’t just ask them not to come anymore. They’re still clients.”

“Let me guess,” you continued, “Did one of them get naked in front of you again? Did you let them put their hands all over you again? Did you perhaps forget that you had a girlfriend again?” 

His brows, now furrowed in annoyance and his mouth, thinning in displeasure. “No. We talked about this.” 

You held your breath, raising a brow in return. “I’m starting to think you’re doing more for them than just giving them tattoos.” 

“Like, what? Sell my body?” His question was clearly a taunt. A spasm of irritation crossed his face, but he still managed to display a mocking smile. “Is that what you’re suggesting, angel?”

“That’s not what I—”

“Then, what?” 

“You know what I mean,” you replied, trying to get your point across while keeping your composure. “You’re an attractive man and they’re the type of women you would willingly sleep with.” 

“Jesus. You’re so insecure, it’s crazy,” he retorted, rolling his eyes at you. 

Insecure? You couldn’t believe, just couldn’t believe he called you insecure. The air crackled with tension as your jaw tightened, muscles twitching with every suppressed urge to lash out.

“I wonder why!” Your voice rose hysterically. “If you weren’t busy flirting with those girls, maybe I won’t be so insecure.” 

“I said I’m not flirting with them!” he argued, slamming his gloves on the floor. His face contorted into a mask of rage and he looked at you with frustration that you had never seen before. It hurt. It certainly hurt. He had been acting distant since the night you didn’t give in to him and you knew that his exasperation towards you was rooting from that. 

Your breathing became unsteady. “But you know you’d sleep with them if given the chance. Since I couldn’t do it with you.” 

“Then, just fucking do it with me instead of bitching about it every day!” he snapped, voice thick with insinuation. “I don’t wanna be stuck acting like I give two shits about your interest in flowers and whatever nonsense you like to talk about. I wanna be with someone I can have sex with, not sit on the couch all day with a boring person like you!” 

His hurtful words left you frozen like a statue, unable to move while being dominated by the shooting pain inside your chest. 

You knew this day would come—that he would eventually get tired of waiting around for something that he could easily get from others. However, what hurt you most was the fact you believed he wasn’t that type of guy. That he wasn’t with you solely for what you could give, but rather, for what you just had. You thought he sincerely understood your boundaries and respected your choices the very same way you respected his, but it seemed that he had another thought in his head all along. 

After seeing the look on your face, Sukuna had softened his gaze and walked closer to you in reproach to his words and actions, “I’m sorry... I didn’t mean that.” 

A tear fell from your eye as you looked at him with both anger and pain building inside of you. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears. “You wanna have sex? Is that what you want?” Your voice cracked in the middle of your sentence. “You wanna do it so bad, let’s fucking do it, then!” 

Your fingers forced their way to spitefully unbutton your blouse despite his desperate efforts to stop you. You must be going crazy. But also, he drove you to this point. 

“Baby, no,” he said in remorse, grabbing your wrists tightly. “No, I’m sorry. I’m content with you. I really am, I’m sorry. Please.” 

Your chest heaved as you cried, unable to stop your emotions from exposing all of your vulnerabilities. “It’s obviously not enough for you.” Your voice quivered, each word a fragile whisper trembling with the weight of unspoken sadness as you sniffled and wiped your eyes. “You knew what kinda girl I am when you dated me.”

He pulled you for a hug and kissed your temple way too many times that you lost count. He felt absolutely sorry for ever hurting you with his words, but they just hit you so painfully to the point that your gaze grew distant and your face was clouded with resignation. 

“I know what kinda girl you are and I’m in love with you for it,” he reaffirmed, as if trying to get it through your head but his words were beginning to feel empty. “Please, believe me. I really didn’t mean what I said. You’re enough for me, baby. You’re all I want.” 

You didn’t feel comfort from his words, but you still returned his embrace because you loved him. Because you knew, even if he said more hurtful words, that you would still love him. Sure, you would be angry, but your love for him ruled higher than your pride. 

You were just scared of losing him over something like this. 

“I love you so much,” he whispered in your ear before placing a soft, apologetic kiss on your lips. 

When he pulled away, your heart still felt heavy, but you managed to conceal your face with an agonizing smile. 

“I love you, too.” 

He ran his thumb across your cheek and held your waist on his other hand. You just couldn’t get his words out of your head even after he apologized, because you never knew he was seeing your relationship that way all along. 

The girls were right. He was a man after all and he had needs. 

The fact that he was staying with you despite not fulfilling his needs must be a work of charity for him, and eventually, he would get sick of waiting around. He would desire you less and less the more the days passed by and it wasn’t absolutely crazy to think that he could potentially meet another girl he liked that was willing to give it all. 

The mere thought of it scared you. 

“I’ll do it with you tonight,” you offered, your voice breaking, hoping that you could finally break the barrier and be enough for him. 

i had this idea on my spam account but it got deleted </3:

I wanna write something for yuji where he’s crushing on a second year and she has a pretty big scar on her face that’s sorta hard to miss. and sukuna HATES HER GUTS because he’s drawn to her and doesn’t like that he is. and it’s because he couldn’t recognize that she’s his lover reincarnated bc of the scar. and it irritates him so much when he realizes it because he knows he can’t do anything about it, and he’s just on the inside, suffering, having to look at her face everyday and watch her fall in love with someone else.

You: come on, pls (＞人＜;

Sukuna: No!

You: ughhhh!!! Please!!! I’ll suck the living outta ya, daddy!! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠)

Sukuna: Bitch! You’ll suck the living outta everything!You depressing ass hoe!

He is judging you

Big hands big… emh, h-heart?

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! 💖🌸

Not the time to think about it pt.II

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player!Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, kinda sad, age gap , idk bro , angst to fluff (??)

( ♡ ) a/n : hi my love 💞 Thank you for your request 🤗 I love the idea of them actually getting together but of course I’ll make it a bit of angst 😋

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 — lingering in the back of your mind like a ghost.

The pain clung to you like a shadow. It wasn’t 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 — like hearing his name on TV or passing by the court where he practiced — 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 —charming, 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 hadn’t crumbled the night you walked away. You tried to hate him, tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t 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 couldn’t.

Nights were the hardest. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the silence pressing down on you — 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 hadn’t hurt you, hadn’t 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 couldn’t shake. The man you had loved — the man you still loved —wasn’t 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 hadn’t been enough. That no matter how hard you tried to be what he needed, in the end, you couldn’t save him from himself.

For Sukuna, life continued as it always had. He went through the motions — 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 didn’t need you — that he could keep living the way he always had, unattached and carefree. But it didn’t 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 you’d 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 — anything. That he had fought for you, begged for your forgiveness, told you he was sorry.

But he hadn’t. 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 didn’t 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 — the way you’d laugh softly when he teased you, the way you’d always ask him about his day, genuinely caring about the answers. He remembered how your fingers had felt in his hair, how you’d 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 wouldn’t 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 —someone 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 — 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 — 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 now… 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 — soft and real in a way nothing else in his world was — burned behind his eyes when he tried to sleep. The warmth of your voice, the way you’d say his name with that tenderness he didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 left—the 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.

“I love you.”

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. He’d see you in the smallest of things — 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 you’d always be there, always waiting. But you weren’t. You couldn’t.

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 — that maybe you had moved on, that you were happier without him. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness, didn’t deserve another chance. But he also couldn’t 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 couldn’t. 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 — 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.

“I know I don’t deserve to be here,” Sukuna said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, raw. “I know I hurt you, and I can’t take that back. But there’s something I need to tell you, and if you still never want to see me again after this, I’ll walk away for good.”

You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t close the door either. So he continued, the words he should have spoken months ago tumbling out all at once.

“I was a coward,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I thought I could run from what I felt, that I could keep pretending I didn’t need anyone. But I was wrong. I need you. I love you. I’ve always loved you, but I was too scared to admit it, even to myself. And now, I’m standing here, asking — no, begging— for one more chance. Because losing you… it’s the only thing that’s ever made me realize what love really is.”

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.

“Why now, Sukuna ? Why did it take losing me for you to see ?”

He swallowed hard, his throat burning as he fought to keep his composure. “Because I didn’t know what I had until it was gone. I was selfish, and I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m asking you for another chance. Let me prove that I can be the man you deserve.”

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 hadn’t completely faded.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you whispered.

And in that moment, Sukuna knew he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let you slip away again. He’d hold onto you with everything he had because now he understood — 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 wasn’t too late after all.

Nightmare fright

Pt 2

Including- choso, kento, Ryomen

Choso

Kento

Ryomen