katskuna

[katskuna]

How has your day been going? I hope all is well❤️✨ just thought I'd check up on the author who gave me sweet sukuna who fakes illnesses to get attention 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

I've read that drabble over and over again and I always end up laughing at uraume's reaction when he realises what the whole thing is about jsksjdd hehehehe

Who are your favourite Jjk men?

sorry love, i was logged out because of exams😭

im so glad you enjoyed the fic that means so much!!! 🥹 i have a huge exam on 17 and then 3 more okayish easy ones so hoping to get more active here😋🙏

soooo they are kuna, kento and suguru :”) love me some toji occasionally but yeah

who are your favs😚

[katskuna]

The look of love, the rush of blood

Sukuna x reader. est relationship. down bad Sukuna

BoyfriendSukuna wasn't clingy or needy. He's not the type to cry over a day without seeing you, nor is he the type to pester you with constant messages or calls about your where abouts and annoying you to come see him. A simple text about your plans for the day or even a post it note on the fridge -for the days you slept over which was almost everyday - was enough for him. He was possessive, but he can survive a day or two without you.

Or so he thought.

BoyfriendSukuna was dropping you off your best friends house for an impromptu sleepover. Your best friend just got dumped and now you need to be her shoulder to cry on or whatever. That was fine or at least it was until you mentioned that you didn't know when you'll be sleeping over his place cause apparently these things "take time" and are "unpredictable."

Surprising even himself, he didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. He realized if you weren't sleeping over his apartment, he'd usually crawl into your bed late at night. Still he thought it wasn't a necessity, that falling asleep next to you was a want not a need. Yet now that he doesn't have that option..

Vein throbbing, Sukuna can give your best friend tonight, but tomorrow you will be back on his bed where you belong.

You were saying your final goodbyes in front of his car window. Eyes bright and laced with a warmth he believes you only reserve for him, "Bye, Kuna! Ill give you updates everyday!"

He grits his teeth. Why did it sound like you were going on a month long cruise?

"Oi." He calls out before you could turn around.

Tilting your head, "Kuna?"

For a moment he kept quiet. Carmine eyes taking their time drinking you in, having his fill of you as if he won't see you for weeks. They snap to back to your pretty face, tracing every slope and curve. "Come closer, brat."

And you do which makes his lips curl a bit. Always so obedient for him.

With his left hand, his touch firm yet gentle on the back of your head as he pushes your face towards his.

Soft lips against his rough ones, kissing you long and fervently, devouring you whole in one kiss. He feels you melting into it, whimpering such pretty sounds into his mouth. The tension finally eases out of him and it takes everything in him to pull away.

"Ill pick you up tomorrow," He murmurs against your lips, breath mingling with yours.

You blink. Once. Twice, "But Kuna-"

He cuts you off with another kiss, but softer this time. Gentle even. "No buts, brat. Ill pick you up tomorrow evening at the latest. She gets no more than that. You can visit here everyday for all I care, but you're sleeping with me."

A knowing smile teases your lips, "Are you gonna miss me that much, Kuna?"

"Shut up." He grunts, rolling your eyes at how pleased you look.

You burst out laughing and he hates at how pathetically melts at the sound. How it makes his insides warm like some love sick fool.

After brushing a imaginary tear from your eye, you lean back to his face and press a soft kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry. Ill have one of our other friends sleepover tomorrow night."

"Whatever."

Your smile widens into a grin, "I'll just tell them my big bad boyfriend can't sleep without me."

"Don't you dare-"

You run towards the door before he could do anything, laughter ringing out the driveway. And the way you smile makes his chest tighten in the most pathetic way.

The moment you disappear from view. He groans, dragging a hand down his face.

Fuck.

He didn't realized he was so down bad that going home without you felt like a life sentence.

So pathetic. So damn pathetic for you.

[katskuna]

Hehehe lookie here at this really cute fanart of chibi sukuna that I can't (unfortunately) find the artist of (I want to BOMBARD THAT ARTIST WITH SMOOCHIES YOU GET ME!?) i thought you'd appreciate cutekuna❤️✨❤️✨❤️

I read your fluffy sukuna drabble and I was likeeee EEEEEEE 😭😭😭 that mans is whipped!! Sukuna being so down bad that he's willing to look broken and pitiful is absolute peak literature to me ❤️❤️ thank youuu

chibi sukuna omg😫 i will ALWAYS appreciate it

just logged into my account and this had made my whole week!!! thank you so much for reading lover omg

[katskuna]

sukuna was looking like he was held against his will in the medical unit of the mansion. uraume being the one holding him against his will, monitoring his vitals, the holter monitor showing his heartbeat, which was steady.

he was okay even after the attack, but uraume was treating him regardless. on his demand.

they have seen sukuna getting hurt before (he rolled his eyes at the concern) and were shocked when he mentioned getting checked out by them after a brutal collision, which was every day stuff was him really.

he yawned again as they raised a brow and at him, about to tell him to go about his day when the real reason he was walked in- chest heaving, slippers in hand and hair all disheveled.

sukuna finally sat up straight.

"what the fuck happened?" you demanded, eyes glossed over as his eyes remained glued to your heaving chest. in the frenzy, you forgot to put a bra on.

uraume finally cleared their throat and got up to leave the room, the king has clearly gotten the desired reaction from his desired human.

you approached him simultaneously and uraume stopped. they finally register what was happening, their eyes wide as they turned around to face you both again,"your-"

sukuna looked at them with a sharp look, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed, daring them to speak any further.

deciding that it wasn't important enough, uraume left.

you were clearly too worried to notice the subtle rapid beeping of the heart moniter... too worried to make fun of sukuna's heart for jumping at the mere action of you approaching him.

...too worried to realise how this was the very first 'i love you' sukuna (or more particularly, literally. his. heart.) dropped on you.

©katskuna // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

[katskuna]

how kento is when your world is ending. or at least, it feels like it.

you can’t name it, this slow, unraveling collapse that gnaws at your insides. it isn’t one thing but everything, stacked and pressing and suffocating your lungs.

the air is thick with the weight of things you can’t explain, and moving through it feels like wading through knee-deep water, each step exhausting beyond limits, each breath a task you wish you didn't have to perform anymore.

it has been days, maybe weeks, since the feeling started, and no matter how much you try to distract yourself, you can’t shake the quiet grief sitting heavy in your ribs. today, you've just given up. given up on even showing up as you pretend to have a smile on your face.

you’re not sure what exactly you’re mourning. maybe yourself. maybe nothing at all. but it sure as fuck feels like everything.

you don’t realize how long you’ve been sitting in the dark until the door clicks open, and your brain screams at you to move, to hide this ugly unlovable self from the only steady in your life. he deserves someone- anyone who was not you.

kento's silhouette fills the space, broad shoulders blocking out the dim light from the hallway. he steps inside, his movements careful, practiced. always as if he knows exactly how much space he takes up in the world.

“i’m back,” he says, voice low and steady, and the sound of it… god, the sound of it makes you want to cry. no one has ever come home to you like this before and now, even nanami won't. who would after seeing what a mess you were?

despite the harsh thoughts, you don’t move, don’t speak, don’t even blink or flinch- too used to the harsh treatment.

he exhales softly, shutting the door behind him, leaving you both in the hush of the room. his shoes slip off with ease. the fabric of his coat rustles as he shrugs it off, draping it over the back of a chair like he’s done a hundred times before. and again your conscious reminds you that it is perhaps the last time.

when kento finally approaches, he crouches in front of you, gaze scanning your face with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. he doesn’t speak right away. he doesn’t rush you.

kento's words get caught in his throat when he moves the hair away from your face. watching you fills him with this immense love that he still can't explain. watching you depressed fills him with this immense dread.

his world ends as he watches the shine of your eyes dim.

“you haven’t slept,” he says eventually. it’s not a question. he left this morning with a kiss against your temple and returned to you lying in the same exact position.

you swallow, too tired to answer.

“tell me you ate today, honey.”

you don’t answer again. his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, but he doesn’t push. instead, he shifts closer, his knee brushing against yours. kento's touch brings life to you and you decide that you can't lose it so you rush to explain yourself.

“i don’t know what’s wrong,” the words slipping out before you can stop them. your voice cracks, fragile and raw. “i just..” you shake your head. “it feels like i'm suffocating.”

he says nothing, but something in his expression softens further. his hands (large, calloused, steady) reach out, hesitating for only a second before settling over yours.

his palms are warm, grounding and it brings tears to your eyes. you can't lose him, not when you've craved for him your whole life unknowingly but you know you will.

“i'm here,” he murmurs, as if that’s all that matters. as if that alone is proof that the world hasn’t completely fallen apart.

your fingers twitch beneath his, the touch overwhelming in a way you didn’t expect. before him, no one but the rays of sun, the water of your shower has ever touched you. really touched you. no one but kento.

you feel it in your chest, something breaking open.

“…don't leave,” you whisper.

nanami’s breath catches. his fingers tighten ever so slightly, his thumb brushing against your wrist in a slow, deliberate motion. when he speaks, his voice is lower, almost pained.

“i never could.”

you don’t realize you’re shaking until he moves, shifting so he can lean down and kiss the back of your thighs and it puts you back together. he doesn’t pull away. his kisses travel up as you lean into him at your own pace.

kento calms you down, one kiss at a time.

you move as he does, your neck hurting from being in one position all day long. slowly, you reach out and he lets you press against his side before finally, finally he wraps an arm around you.

it’s careful. not too tight, not too loose. just there. solid. warm. real. you think he's just happy to be home not knowing that he left work early. he couldn't focus there knowing you hadn't replied to any of his texts all day.

your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, clinging without words. he doesn’t flinch. he lets you hold on. no one has ever come this close to you yet and no one ever will.

“i’m here,” he says again, softer this time. “you don’t have to go through this alone.”

you squeeze your eyes shut. the weight of his presence seeps into you, smoothing the raw edges, filling the empty spaces. you don’t know if the feeling will go away tomorrow, or the next day, or ever- but for now, this is enough.

for now, nanami is here.

and the world doesn’t feel quite so close to ending.

©katskuna // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

[katskuna]

first time kissing sukuna right after he broke someone's nose. it wasn't that huge a deal but sukuna was maaaaaad. you were sulking beside him as you both sat on the bench in the middle of the park, face red with anger.

tw// sexual harassment, sukuna being in love violently, graphic k*lling

it seems like it happened ages ago but it was actually just five. five minutes since he has defended your honor. five years since you have pulled him away. five minute since some weirdo had the audacity to spank your ass.

even thinking back to it has his fist tightening. how dare someone touch you. how dare he let someone touch you when you were with him. what was even his use if he couldn't keep you safe when he was right there with you. for fuck's sake.

he should have not even agreed to coming outside the estate, at least everyone there know that you were not to be messed with. you were his.

however, his mind wanders back to how you liked while showing him around the stalls lit up. how you bought stuff you thought he would like while he walked around with a scowl on his face.

sukuna was focused, so focused that he didn't even notice the creep that was right beside you before he- fuck! humans were the worst.

you watched his fists start shaking as he sat quietly recounting what happened. you were too shocked at the time, frozen to do anything but your boyfriend? oh your boyfriend had already punched the creep hard enough to break his nose.

you held his arm to pull him away when you saw two policemen running towards the ruckus. "sukuna, please let's just-" the air got knocked out of your lungs when you saw the creep's phone lying screen up on the ground.

it had a very clear picture of the view up your skirt. before sukuna could see it and actually kill the man- he was going to kill him anyway- you stepped on the phone hard, stomping on it till the screen turned into tiny glass pieces.

that was the moment you successfully gained enough adrenaline to pull your boyfriend away to bring him some place he could calm down, where you could calm down.

"the cops were coming." you began only for sukuna to scoff.

"i couldn't care less about them."

you knew that what he truly meant was that he only cared about you.

trying to make sense of the situation was in vain so instead you reached forward to hold his tight fists, trying to get him to relax. his eyes stared at your tiny hand atop of his big ones.

he knew you were strong, enough to handle yourself if needed but why would you when you had him? your fingers that were trying to wrap around his had his mind messed up.

he gulps before letting go of the grip, his shoulders feeling less tight by the second. you watch him watch your hands together and before you knew it, you were leaning forward to peck his cheek.

the way you have done multiple times now. the only way you have kissed him given the early stage of your relationship. to your surprise, that was the exact moment he turned his head to look at you- only to have your lips planted against his.

you internally panic when a groan left your boyfriend's mouth, about to jump away as if you were electrocuted. sukuna has better reflexes though, he holds your head and pulls you in right before you could.

a gasp leaves your mouth with the force he holds your head, as if he never wants to let go. butterflies erupt in your body which was odd to say the least cause you have only ever felt them in your stomach or your chest.

you could tell he didn't know what he was doing, his teeth scraped against your lip- more than once- and even his tongue was rough, as if he wanted to use it (aggressively) even though he wasn't sure how.

he needs to shield you.

thats all sukuna can think about on the way back to the estate. you were too valuable to him now. he knew he was going to kill that creep before his fist even met with his nose.

he was going to shield you from that too. the 'ugliness' of reality. he suddenly stopped walking to kiss you again, this time under a streetlight, the red of your cheeks highlighting in the soft glow.

"you look eager, brat." he whispers, despite knowing that he was the one attacking and deepening your kiss both the times.

he was unaware of how red his face was and you weren't stupid enough to point it out, it was okay. just how you were okay with ignoring how sukuna left the bed at night later and returned an hour later as if he was never gone.

you were okay with violence- ergh not always but it was hard to keep up your morals for creepy people with fucked up morals. good thing you never had to get your hands bloody though.

no, sukuna made enough cuts in the creep's body before hanging him upside down to drain his life out before he was back in bed, holding your body against his chest. he looked at your hands that laid on top of the pillow before he lightly pecked them.

vowing to himself that to make sure that you never have to get your hands bloody.

©katskuna // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

[katskuna]

kat | 20 | anime (jjk & aot)

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