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Service, Please!

➺ Characters: Ryomen Sukuna, GN!Reader (ft. Uraume)

➺ Word Count: 8.4k

➺ Genre: Slow Burn, Fluff

➺ Content: Modern/Non-Curse!AU, Chef!Sukuna, Server!Reader, Sukuna punches someone, swearing, food, a customer aggressively pulls on and yells at reader, kisses and hugs

➺ Proofreader: Thank you to @aceakari for proofreading this story! 🩵

➺ A/N: Live, laugh, malevolent kitchen 

➺ Synopsis: After graduating university, you’re hit with reality when you find that finding work was in fact, very hard. In an act of desperation, you take a job as the lone server for a restaurant owned by acclaimed chef Ryomen Sukuna. Unfortunately, the chef’s personality is not nearly as complimentary as his food is, and the pressure is on you to do your job perfectly. With the chef's distasteful personality in mind… Why do you still find yourself falling for him?!

You have no idea how you got here. 

Who are you kidding– you know exactly how you got to the point you’re at now. Yet, you keep yourself in denial with the hopes that it would somehow make you feel better about the situation you have yourself in.

You were never one for restaurant work, especially while you had a college degree. However, life had other plans for you after graduation when– after throwing your hat up– you came to the cold realization that finding work was hard. There were no open positions for jobs in your specialty near where you lived, and after a while, you had to come to two cold choices: move somewhere else, or wait it all out in the hopes that a job might come eventually. 

You didn’t want to move, but your savings were dwindling. You knew that no matter what, you would need to find a job if you wanted to stay alive. 

As your money supply got smaller and smaller, you very quickly swallowed your pride and began asking friends if they knew of any jobs, anything at all that you could do in order to get money while waiting for work. 

“I might have something for you,” said your friend Uraume, while taking a sip of their iced tea. Your eyes glimmer at their words, “Really?!” you spring up toward your white-haired friend, your reaction gaining the looks of various bystanders at the cafe. You didn’t care for social class at this point, though. You had been searching for jobs for months at this point; first looking for jobs in your specialty, then jobs even minimally adjacent to your field, and finally you decided to look for any job that could pay. Yet, even then, you were having no luck finding anyone who wanted to hire you. 

Uraume clears their throat. “Yes,” they continue, “I have a friend who owns a restaurant, and he’s looking for severs. If you would like…I could put in a word for you” You get even more excited. This was a complete score! 

“Oh yeah, the restaurant you bartend at sometimes right?” you settle back down into your seat, grinning ear-to-ear at the prospect of working with your friend. Uraume, however, breaks eye contact and stares at the table in silence.. You were curious at first, but you decided not to ask them about it, too busy basking in the joy of finally having a lead towards a job– even if it’s as a server at a restaurant. 

A job at the restaurant that Uraume bartends at…

Restaurant…

Wait. Do they mean that restaurant?!

Your eyes widen at your friend as you finally realize why Uraume was so hesitant to bring up the possible position. Meanwhile, Uraume looks back at you, noticing the change in your demeanor. 

“No…Nonononononono” you choke out in a half chuckle, but nothing was funny.

Uraume always weaved in comments about her friend owning a restaurant throughout your various conversations together. It was never the focus of the conversation, but when they did mention the topic, it always stuck out like a big yellow highlighter. 

Horror stories of scathing customer service reviews criticizing the kitchen’s foul behavior, servers in tears after getting fired, and the source of it all: Ryomen Sukuna, the complete beast of a chef running the entire operation. 

Think of Gordon Ramsey on steroids, then multiply that thought by ten, and even that wouldn’t compare to Ryomen Sukuna. At least… that’s what it seemed like every time Uraume talked about the man. It seemed the only thing that didn’t put people off from going there completely was the delicious food. You once joked with Uraume that the food must have been made out of rainbows and unicorn sparkles to keep people from eating there. The both of you laughed about it then, but now all of those awful stories felt real to you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh any longer. 

“He fired his entire staff,” Uraume blurted out, “So you have a high chance of getting hired.” You simply glared back at them… how could they say that like it was a benefit?! 

“It’s a lot of pressure, but–” 

“No” you abruptly stand from your seat in your desperation to reject your friend’s kind offer. Your entire body shakes, and you speak slowly, making sure to emphasize your words, “I’m sorry, Uraume… but I will never, ever, work for a someone like Ryomen Suku–” 

“Um– Excuse me!” you are cut off from your daydream by a group of young women, customers. Wait, how long have they been there? You don’t recall ever seating them. Regardless, you walk over to them. 

“Hello,” you breathe in, making sure to keep your best smile, “My name is–” 

“We’ve been waiting forever!” says one of the women, cutting you off, “What is wrong with the service here?” she condescends, as the other women around her nod their heads. 

“I apologize,” you continue forcing your smile, “However, I don’t recall ever seating you” 

“What are you talking about, we’ve been sitting here for ten whole minutes,” said the women, they’ve all grown very irritated now. 

How odd. You think. 

You don’t remember seating anyone in the past ten minutes.  

“Did you…did you not wait for anyone to seat you?” you ask. 

“Why would we? There was an empty table anyways” 

It was true. There was one empty table, but the noise pollution keeping you from fully hearing the women speak was enough to remind you that the rest of the tables were indeed not empty. You were the only server in the restaurant, and you tried your best to give yourself space to breathe between customers. Unfortunately, some customers didn’t get the memo. 

“Listen… I can’t serve you if you haven’t been officially seate–”

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT DAMN SAUCE” 

You swiftly turn around toward the kitchen, and face toward the source of the sound himself. You could recognize that voice anywhere, especially after your weeks of working for him. 

Sukuna. 

The sound of the kitchen cuts past the noise of people talking. “What is wrong with this place?” you hear among the whispers of the women as they mumble to themselves. 

“Excuse me” you give them a light bow as you speed walk toward the kitchen. 

“Um– What the fuck?!” you hear one of them yell out in contempt as you hear their voices get drowned out in the crowd. 

You didn’t want to work for Sukuna’s restaurant, truly, you didn’t. However, with the combination of your money supply continuing to dwindle and Uraume’s offers slowly turning into pleas to get somebody willing to work for Sukuna, you folded and took the job. 

Your only glimmer of hope at the end of each day was the knowledge that this was only temporary. Yet, going online and applying for jobs had become daunting. With every application thrown into the pile, every follow-up email sent to the void, and every interview leading to nowhere, you were getting your ass beat over and over again. Weeks of such treatment was tiring, as if that wasn’t enough, having a job to keep you alive in the meantime proved to be little in terms of relief.  

Walking into the kitchen, you’re greeted by a clearly irritated Sukuna. His tall frame sped through every part of the kitchen as his eyes searched every corner for the sauce he so loudly announced that he was looking for. 

“Um…” you clear your throat, “You alright, Chef?” 

Upon hearing your voice, Sukuna quickly turned around to face you. Well… “face” is a strong word. His eyes continued to wander about, looking for the misplaced item. During your time working with Sukuna, you came to learn that Sukuna never truly made eye contact, as if that was a privilege reserved for those who had time on their hands. Sukuna always had something to do, something to look for, often leading to his eyes wandering.  

“Teriyaki sauce” he curtly replies, his black tattoos poking out from his chef’s coat as he scans the room, continuing to look for any semblance of the bottle. 

Teriyaki sauce.

Teriyaki sauce.

Shit. The teriyaki sauce. 

You vaguely remember lending the sauce to a table after they asked for some extra… but because you were too busy to pour them a sample yourself– because of demands for service from other tables– you gave them the entire bottle. 

“Uh…” you choke out, nervous. “I sort of…” 

“Do you know where it is?” Sukuna straightens his back, looking right at you this time as you trail off. You nod in response.

“Please find it and bring it to me” Sukuna calmly turns around and continues cooking, a sharp contrast to the man you witnessed just seconds before. 

“Yes, Chef!” You quickly bow out of the kitchen as you go searching for the sauce. You hear the occasional table calling for you, but you try your best to avoid eye contact with people until you finally, finally, find the item you were looking for. 

“Hi, are you done using this? I need to take this now–thank you!” 

“Wait actually–” 

You’re already out of ears length by the time they reach the middle of their sentence. You’ll deal with them later. What matters now is that you were able to get the bottle to Sukuna. 

“Thanks” Sukuna grabs the bottle from your shaky hand and turns around to keep cooking. You quickly catch your breath before you try to turn around to get back to the customers, who are certainly angry at this point. 

“Hey,” Sukuna suddenly begins to speak.

Shit. 

Are you going to get yelled at? 

Sukuna doesn’t look up from what he’s cooking, “There’s no need to run, it would be a hassle if you fell.” 

You sigh in relief that he didn’t seem irritated at your mistake. You nod quietly in response as you slowly make your way back toward the customers, following his instructions. 

Sukuna had a terrifying presence, with more in common with a mafia boss than a chef. The type of presence that puts immense pressure on you to make sure you do your job correctly. From the stories you heard from Uraume, you thought his personality would match this presence. Yet, surprisingly– Sukuna rarely yelled at people. Hell, he never even seemed bothered or angry about anything that you did. 

You wouldn’t have been surprised if he at one point did decide to yell at you, there were times when you probably deserved it. Outside of misplacing ingredients and carelessly handing them out to customers, there were also the multiple times you found that the doors throughout the restaurant have an awful habit of locking people in. A lesson you’ve learned time and time again after getting locked in the restaurant and frantically knocking on the door in the hopes that Sukuna, Uraume, or someone, lets you out.

Every time he realized you went missing, he went searching for you. When he found you (it wouldn’t be hard to, considering your tearful knocking), he would unlock the door and immediately go back to do his work without a word. With the ways Uraume described him, you assumed all these mistakes would boil up to you getting fired, or at least heavily berated by Sukuna. Still, much of Sukuna’s yelling was confined to the kitchen as his way of emotional release rather than toward specific people around him. 

However, you’d come to learn that there are exceptions to this, especially when it comes to customers.

You’re walking around the area, trying to catch up on serving your tables. You notice the empty table where the group of women once were and let out a sigh of relief. You know it’s wrong to be glad customers walked out on you, but regardless, you were glad you didn’t have to deal with them. Plus, with how busy you were, the restaurant wasn’t missing out on much. 

Most tables are patient. Sukuna’s little scene helped a lot with that. You meet the eyes of many pitiful strangers as they wonder what having such a hot headed boss is like. You notice getting tipped a little bit more by customers compared to the usual. You chuckle to yourself. Maybe Sukuna should yell in the kitchen more often.

“I’ve been waiting here all fuckin’ day!” a hand slaps itself on a table causing the entire restaurant to go silent.

…Most tables are patient. A few were fairly annoyed at the lack of service, which you understood. Only one– however– decided to fully take it out on you. 

“Who taught you how to serve?!” the man’s face contorts as he loudly berates you in front of the watching audience, an audience that included the wide eyes of the woman across from him. 

What an awful first date was your only thought.

“Hey, hey” the man snaps his fingers in front of your face like you were some kind of dog to him, “Not even fucking listening” he mumbles to himself out loud without shame. 

You slowly nod your head, simply accepting his words. He ought to tire himself out somehow with all his incessant yelling.

Yet, he kept going, for much longer than you expected him to. Going on and on about how stupid you were and how you “should be fired.” 

“Sir…I think you need to sit down” you say in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, your silence isn't working, so you finally decide to respond to him. However, your attempt sharply led to a shatter of a glass on the floor as he sweeps his dirty plates and cups off the table with his hand, too blinded by his red anger to feel any shame about the action. The restaurant was completely silent at this point, with nobody daring to make a peep of noise as they stared in horror at the two of you. 

“Don’t you tell me what I can and can’t do!” his face turns beet red “Like for fucks sake! Just because you’re a server, you think a lousy piece of shit like you can–” 

“Wanna repeat that for me” 

Everyone stops. 

You know that voice. 

It was the one that came from the kitchen not so long ago.

You turn around and face Sukuna, who’s walking towards you and the yelling customer. The sound of his heavy soles echo across the restaurant as you feel him approaching closer and closer. You notice some people are filming the encounter, while others awkwardly head for the restrooms. Sukuna stops in front of you and you quickly step aside, understanding what he wants from you. Taking a few more steps forward once you step out of sight, the tattooed man briefly tilts his head as he comes to face the man who caused all the ruckus in his restaurant.

The customer tries his best to clear the lump in his throat as he feels his self-confidence deplete. Although… no one could really blame him since anyone would be frozen in fear at having to stand face to face with Sukuna. Sukuna towers over the man. Sukuna’s large muscular physique creates a long shadow over the smaller man’s form, already covering his entire body without Sukuna having to move an inch.

“Never treat my staff in this way” Sukuna’s voice cuts sharp like a knife, with every word carrying weight. His eyes burn through the man’s skull, “I don’t care if you don’t pay, but I need you to leave, now.”  

Sukuna then turns around, a rather anticlimactic way for the situation to end. At least, that’s what you would’ve thought if the situation actually ended. 

“Of course I won’t pay!” the man yells from across the building, his voice still shaky with fear. As much as he tries to hide it, you notice his little half smile in faux confidence as he says “I-I’m leaving a bad review too…!” he lets out. 

Sukuna’s head doesn’t move, but his eyes look back at the man for a moment, before Sukuna decides to continue to walk back to the kitchen. Almost as if to scoff at the sheer belief that such words would be considered a threat to Sukuna of all people. 

“No one is ever going to come here!” 

This idiot just won't shut up, will he? 

You were long gone from the entire situation at this point, helping a few tables pay as they awkwardly shuffle out of the restaurant. Unfortunately, there were many people seated nearby to where the issue was taking place, and the table closest to the aggressive man stared at you wide-eyed, begging you to please let them leave. Carefully, you scurried over to the table to grab their check, hoping the angry customer wouldn’t notice you when you suddenly felt a hostile yank at the back of your clothing as you’re suddenly pulled by a not-so-invisible force. 

“And it’ll all be because of this stupid-ass serve–”  

WHACK

The first thing you hear is the resounding crack that rips through from bone meeting bone. The man suddenly lets go of you, causing you to fall forwards as you catch yourself on a table, stopping you from falling onto the floor. You can’t say the same of the perpetrator that grabbed you, and you watch the man on his knees, clutching onto his bloodstained face with a snarl. You’re a little disoriented by how fast everything happened, but with the traces of blood on Sukuna’s fist along with that dreadful sound, you could guess what went down.

How the hell did Sukuna even move that quickly? You think. A valid question, considering that Sukuna and that customer were basically on opposite ends of the restaurant before Sukuna decided to punch him. 

You hear the uncontrollable sobs of the man–who just seconds ago was oh-so-eager to criticize. In its place, you hear a repetition of his apologetic cries as he pathetically tried to inch away from Sukuna as the large tattooed man stepped closer and closer to him. Sukuna simply stands before the pitiful being, now crouched and shaking at Sukuna’s feet. 

“As I said,” Sukuna speaks again– with much more valor compared to the first warning– his burning red eyes sharp like lasers as Sukuna kneels down to meet the man at eye level, “I don’t care what problem you have, but leave my staff the fuck alone.” 

Police came into the restaurant after multiple calls from customers, and Sukuna was forced to close early. Thankfully, after multiple statements from people about the behavior of the man, the police were more lenient and left Sukuna with a warning. You also stay late at the restaurant, making sure to defend Sukuna as you spoke with the police. 

Finally, after speaking with Sukuna one more time, they drove away, leaving the two of you alone. 

You and Sukuna both sit at the bar of the restaurant, reflecting on the situation. Though, you wouldn’t exactly call what the two of you were doing sitting together, with multiple seats keeping an empty and spacious gap between the two of you. 

The silence is deafening, atleast to you. Sukuna seemed rather unbothered, simply resting his head at the palm of his hand as he stared off into space. 

You couldn’t help it though, you had to fill the silence, especially with what just happened. 

“I– I’m sorry, Chef” you choke out, tears threatening to build up in your eyes. Damn, this was embarrassing. You didn’t want to cry midway through your apology, but you knew you had to apologize as soon as possible. Even though you knew that the customer was clearly not in his right mind, you still felt that it was your fault for not de-escalating the situation well enough. A rush of what-if’s move through your mind. Maybe if you spoke to him differently, maybe if you were a little faster with all of your tables. Shit, maybe if you didn’t lose that stupid bottle of teriyaki sauce none of this would have happened at all. 

“Hm…? What for?” Sukuna acknowledges your presence at the counter for the first time, and he looks up from his palm toward you. You don’t look back at him though, and only stare at the wooden design of the bar in shame “Um…for causing this whole situation. I promise next time I’ll do bette–” 

“Fuck off with that,” Sukuna lets out an unappreciative grunt as he dismisses your apology. You simply look back at him, your eyes filled with confusion.

“Do whatever you want,” Sukuna gets up from his chair, “Next time an asshole like that sits in my restaurant, tell him to fuck off.” 

You simply nod at his words, not knowing what to say as Sukuna heads toward the kitchen. “Go home now, you need to be here early tomorrow” he says, his footsteps getting further and further away. 

“And by the way,” his words burn like fire as he commands you. 

“I hate being called ‘chef’. Call me by my name.”

You simply nod, and look down at your phone as you realize how late it was. 

Shit. 

You did need to be up early tomorrow. You leave toward the exit of the restaurant, the jingle of the welcome bell serving as the final goodbye of your shift.

After that fateful day, things slowly begin going back to normal at the restaurant. You get the hang of serving people, and are eventually able to keep a decent pattern with all your customers. 

Your relationship with Sukuna also began to improve. For some reason, seeing Sukuna punch someone in the face made him less scary as a boss. Maybe it was the knowledge that he did it for you that really made it less intimidating, or maybe it was all of Sukuna’s little quirks, like Sukuna’s affinity for laughing about anything and everything, which brought about a curious charm around him that helped you enjoy his company. 

“What are you doing?” Sukuna asks, as you are sneakily hunched over some food from the restaurant. Your lunch. 

“Uh…eating?” you laugh as you reply, pretending Sukuna doesn’t see exactly what you’re doing. You got caught. You know you got caught. Though– in fairness, you didn’t do well enough to hide it. 

“That food’s for table 27” Sukuna coldly replies, “If you wanted to eat, you could have told me and I would’ve made two,” he scratches the back of his head as he says that, slightly irritated at having to make another meal. 

“No need!” you stand up, “Actually uh– I’m table 27… I ordered this”

Sukuna just stares at you, seemingly confused at what the hell you were saying. What did you say that was wrong? You probably shouldn’t have ordered as a customer. Still, it’s not like there was anyone at table 27, and you’re nothing more than a regular customer off the clock. 

“You… you pay for your food?” Sukuna says blankly. 

“Um…yes?” 

Sukuna laughs. Then he laughs some more. Eventually, he’s full-on belly laughing in front of you and your meal. “Why the hell would you do that?” he says over his laughter. You’re still as confused as ever, confused at what the hell he’s talking about. 

“Get a refund,” Sukuna chuckles, “I’m not so shitty of a boss that you need to pay for your lunch here.” 

“No– It’s really fine! I’m okay paying, I shouldn’t get stuff for free…” you say. 

“Free my ass, you fuckin’ work here!” Sukuna says it like you were always allowed to ask him to make you food, and almost like you were stupid not to.

“Exactly! I can’t make you cook food for me for free!” 

You had lost your appetite at this point, too lost in your “argument” with Sukuna, where you continue to insist on paying for your meal. The both of you continue bickering until you hear the all too familiar ring of the welcome bell, greeting a new customer. With you on your lunch, it was Sukuna’s job to serve them. Thankfully, the restaurant was fairly empty, which is what allowed Sukuna the opportunity to mess around with you in between serving and cooking in the first place.

“Fine,” Sukuna huffs, turning toward the customers, “I’ll leave you to it then.” 

That was easy, you thought… too easy. 

You were right. Since that day, Sukuna has made the same “mistake” of cooking exactly one more meal that he meant to. “Oh man, guess you need to take it,” he would say, with a pleased smile plastered on his face. 

Mistake my ass, you thought. You know a man as careful and calculated as Sukuna would never make this mistake, let alone for multiple days in a row. “I know what you’re doing” you glare at him, though it did nothing to phase him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he laughs, “You should take this though, or else it will go in the trash.” 

Of course, you always folded and took the food. Despite all your best efforts, Sukuna got his way in the end. Plus, Sukuna’s food was delicious. You would be an idiot to not accept it. You made sure to “pay” him with compliments toward his food, and he heartily accepted the strokes to his ego as worthwhile payment. 

In the back of your mind, you know there was no tangible difference between how he made the food for you versus literally anyone else. Still… something inside of you felt your heart jump inside of your ribcage as you thought about Sukuna making lunch every day for you. Not some faceless customer, you. As juvenile as it was, you enjoyed feeling special, and the most possessive parts of you liked having something only between you and Sukuna, however small the action. 

As afternoon moves to night, you’re closing up the restaurant when Sukuna calls for you from the kitchen. This is odd to you, as Sukuna didn’t usually call for a meeting after work unless it was payday. On the contrary, Sukuna urged you to leave as soon as possible, “Unless you’re getting paid for it, get the fuck out of here,” he would say. You know it’s his way of trying to avoid overworking you, but you do admit that the tone of his message could be slightly improved.  

Walking into the kitchen, your eyes are nearly blinded by the delicate array of desserts decorating the workbench where Sukuna did his magic. Every dessert you could think of was in front of you: mochi, tiramisu, swiss rolls. Yet, the one dessert that caught your eye first was the glistening and reflective raindrop cake poised at the center of the table. 

Glazed in syrup for flavor, the dessert is a simple one, resembling that of a single drop of rain. You eye the beautiful pastry, and simply sit in awe as how beautiful it was– how beautiful it all was. It’s almost contradictory how such amazing desserts were made by a man with a presence like Sukuna, but there is no doubt about it. Sukuna’s skilled hands are the only ones that could have made masterpieces such as these ones. 

“I’m making a dessert menu,” Sukuna says with a boyish grin on his face, clearly pleased by your reaction. “I need someone to taste test and you’re already here” he crosses his arms.

“Haven’t I had enough food from you?” you joke, and Sukuna laughs in response. Still, he walks toward you and picks up the raindrop cake from the table, “C’mon…” he says, “You want some or not?” He phrases his words like they’re a question, but he already knows the answer. 

Sukuna was not a man with feelings. Or at the very least, that’s what he tries to tell himself whenever he’s faced with some. Sukuna had grown accustomed to shoving his feelings down. Yes, the culinary and restaurant industry was a tough one, and you couldn’t afford to have feelings in such establishments. Still, Sukuna had already possessed the skill of being stoic long before entering the beast that is the professional kitchen. One could argue that Sukuna was a master at feeling nothing at all times, a skill only rivaled by his expert cooking. 

So why?

Why is his heart beating so stupidly fast while he’s watching you eat? 

Is he nervous about you trying his food? No, that’s not it. His food is damn good and he knows it, you tell him so every day. You’re going to love every stupid dish he puts in front of you. This dessert menu is more than finalized, and he already printed the new menus. He never needed anyone to taste his food at all. 

Even so, he wanted you to try his food. He wanted you to tell him how much you loved it. Call it an ego trip, if you will. No… it was more than that. He wants you to like him. 

He has no idea why. Sukuna had no care in the world about what his previous employees thought of him. He’s a shitty boss and he knows it. It’s not that he changed either, he fired his entire staff of servers after they made a fraction of the mistakes that you’ve made with no hesitation. He couldn’t afford to waste time babysitting, he would say. 

Yet, here he is. Cooking lunch for you every day, spending half of his day making all the desserts in his dessert menu just so you could have a taste, unlocking the rooms you still somehow trap yourself in. Hell, punching idiot customers in the face, something he wouldn’t dream of doing had you been anyone, anyone else. 

It must be because you’re friends with Uraume. Damn it, he knew it was a mistake to hire someone Uraume was close to. Look where nepotism gets you, Sukuna thinks to himself. That must’ve been Uraume’s strategy to not get servers fired. He knows he’d never hear the end of it if he did fire you. Yeah…that’s what it is… that’s why he feels so weird about you. 

Sitting at one of the many tables in the empty restaurant, you have a giant smile on your face as you try each dessert. Showering him with compliments of how “delicious!” it all is, and how amazing everything he makes is. Things he’s used to, but it feels off coming from you. Different. He finds himself wanting more and more of your sweet words. 

And damn. You look so good. Did you always look so good?

Wait, who thought that?

“Um…Sukuna…?” you say as you wipe your mouth. You’ve noticed Sukuna staring at you silently throughout your meal. You assume it’s because he wants to make sure he takes in every word you say, but it was getting out of hand at this point, with his eyes intense as they stared into your very soul. 

Sukuna clears his throat, snapping out of his daydream. “Shit– I mean– Yes?” His face is red as a tomato from embarrassment. Though from the outside, there was seemingly nothing to be embarrassed about. 

“Are you okay…?” you ask him, concerned now. “I’ll get you wate–” 

“No” Sukuna stands up from the table, his hand out to stop you from getting up with him. He clears his throat again. “You should leave…” he says, “It isn’t fair to keep you here so late after closing.”

“Are you sure?” you ask. You acknowledged his concerns, but you were having a good time with Sukuna. In truth, you didn’t want it to end. “I’m pretty sure there’s still more desserts I haven’t tried…” you comment.

“No. That was all,” was all Sukuna said as he walked back to the oh so familiar kitchen. “Goodbye” he says, still red in the face as the kitchen doors close on him, keeping him out of your sight. 

“Oh…okay…” you say quietly to yourself, but there was no one there to hear you. Just you, now alone in the empty dining area. 

To say that things have been odd since that day would be an understatement. 

It seemed like all the progress made in terms of your relationship with Sukuna was for naught. Sukuna grew short with you, akin to a robot spurting out orders. 

“Bring this to Table 20.” 

“I need to know what side dish they want.” 

“A couple just walked in. Go ahead and take their order.” 

It feels wrong to feel hurt. After all, Sukuna was acting like a normal boss, so it wasn’t like he was doing anything awful. Still, you considered Sukuna a friend, and you assumed he felt the same. Things only changed after that day, where he abruptly left in the middle of you trying his desserts. 

You try to convince yourself that it’s outside factors that have him stressed, and your conversations with Uraume only serve to solidify that belief. 

“As if he wasn’t overworked enough with the regular menu, why not add desserts into the mix?” Uraume says to themself sarcastically as they wipe up cups in the bar. You look at them and ask what they mean, “You haven’t noticed?” they chuckle, “He’s a master of his craft, dare I say the best at it,” they pause to look at you, “But he keeps trying to reach higher, like the world is going to swallow him whole if he doesn’t.” 

You hum in understanding. You did notice Sukuna’s habit of overexerting himself. Being the only cook at his restaurant and working from opening to closing is one thing, but when you and Uraume aren’t there, Sukuna’s making drinks, taking orders, and somehow making sure the restaurant doesn’t fall apart in the process. To be fair, it is his fault for firing the entirety of his staff, but that’s just who Sukuna is. A perfectionist at heart, Sukuna expects a lot not just from everyone around him, but himself. It stands to reason that the only person who could handle being Sukuna’s boss is himself. 

“I’ll be leaving now,” says Uraume as they exit out the door. “See you later,” they wave, and you wave back. You should be getting home as well, you think to yourself. That was, until you heard Sukuna’s voice calling for you, a sound you haven’t heard in a long time, and one you didn’t realize you’d missed until you finally heard it again. 

“There’s boxes of graham crackers I need for one of the desserts in the storage closet,” it was about work again. “Since you’re here I’m wondering if you could help bring some of them to the kitchen with me.” A small part of you is disappointed that it wasn’t for anything else. Still, you can’t complain too hard. This was your job, and Sukuna is your boss. That’s all there had to be to it. Sukuna doesn’t look you in the eye when he talks to you. It’s ironic, why a man like him is so damn scared of making eye contact with you. 

Anyways, why was he even asking you? Sukuna was more than capable of bringing the boxes of ingredients himself. The proof? He did it every damn day, and graham crackers are not the heaviest or most abundant ingredients that he brings into the kitchen every day. He’s bullshitting you. Once again, he’s bullshitting you. The only problem is why. 

You follow closely behind him as he walks to the storage closet. It’s a fairly small space, especially with the large shelves lined full of various ingredients. Still, you and Sukuna are both able to fit comfortably inside. He walks in and you follow suit. You aren’t paying attention, when you hear the familiar click of the door lock. 

You’re convinced you could hear Sukuna’s heart stop when he hears the oh so familiar sound. At first, the two of you simply look at each other, wide eyed as you take in the situation you both find yourself in. 

You slowly turn around and wrap your hand around the door handle, as if that would change the situation you find yourself in. You try the door, and as expected, it refuses to open at your command.

Damn it. 

While you’re still taking the time to quietly freak out, Sukuna is already a step ahead of you, and takes his phone out to call Uraume. The phone vibrates in Sukuna’s hand as the both of you await Uraume’s answer. Neither of you have said a word to one another at this point, and the silence was tense. 

Uraume answers. You aren’t able to hear their side of the phone, only hearing the faint murmurs of their voice as Sukuna explains the situation. You are able to hear Uraume’s laughs from Sukuna’s phone, something Sukuna grunts at. The rest of the conversation is purely filled with mumbles of “mhm” and “okay” from Sukuna. Finally, Sukuna ends the call with a sigh as he puts the phone back in his pocket. 

“Uraume already started driving away, but they should be here in fifteen minutes,” he said. You nod, but your heart hands heavy with guilt for once again making things more than inconvenient. 

“I’m sorr–” 

“It’s fine” Sukuna leans over the wall, the area not spacious enough for him to crouch down. You aren’t sure what it is, but something about the air between the two of you feels different, maybe it’s from how close the two of you are. You can hear your heart thumping in your ears, and it’s beating fast. At first you thought it was from the adrenaline of being locked in, but you’re all too aware of how much faster it’s beating every time your eyes meet Sukuna’s. 

One important thing to know is that Sukuna did his best to avoid the front of the house unless necessary, and it was a damn shame he did, because Sukuna was so good looking. With his muscular frame covered in tattoos peeking out of his chef's coat as his expert hands put careful attention to each and every dish. You always thought he looked gorgeous, but seeing him so close up like this made it all the more obvious. You notice Sukuna swiftly looking away every time he notices your eyes locking, his face beat red as he looks away from you. How cute, you thought.

Sukuna’s face was always turning red recently, a trait you frankly found adorable. You didn’t notice it much before, you only began to really notice it that day when you were trying out treats. 

The day before he started avoiding you. 

It would be funny if you knew the reason why he’s been acting so weird. It’s stupid if you really think about it, like come on! He was acting like a schoolboy with a crush. 

Wait. A crush… 

Your eyes widen in realization. No. There’s no way. If he wasn’t so close to you right now, you would laugh out loud at the thought. There’s no way. He can’t. It’s absurd, if anything. So absurd, that you would have to be on something to even consider the thought. 

“What’s wrong?” Sukuna speaks softly, “Scared?” Shit. He noticed you freaking out, Sukuna was always acutely aware of his surroundings. Plus, you’re a mere five inches away from the guy. 

“It’ll be alright,” Sukuna sighs out, “I promise.” 

“Sukuna, do you like me” 

What. 

“What?” 

“Uh– As a person! I mean,” you try to backtrack from the fact that you just blurted out your inner thoughts. “I mean, I’m always making stupid mistakes like this one. You must be sick of me” you laugh, as if to ease the blow of your self-deprecation. 

“Of course I like you,” Sukuna finally meets your eyes, his words filled with authenticity and a gentle tenderness. There’s a slight crack in his voice, the one that people make to show their vulnerability, as if he was hurt by the prospect of him not liking you. Was that how you saw him, someone who disliked you? 

Sukuna liked you alright, Sukuna liked you so much. He liked you so much it began to hurt. He hated how it felt, but he also wanted more of it. Wanted more of you. It was a feeling he never felt before, but he wanted to keep the rush going. 

“Sukuna…?” It's your turn to look at him with concern this time. What’s going on is the only thing that pops up in your head. 

Sukuna looks away again, but you stop him, your hands meet the sides of his face, forcing him to look at you. “Stop looking away from me, damn it.” 

Where the fuck did you get all this confidence? You think to yourself. The truth is that you were hardly even thinking at this point. Simply running on your need for something, anything from him. 

Sukuna’s face is warm, his heat transferring to your palms. You can’t help yourself but to slowly caress his face along your fingers, sinking deeper and deeper into his warmth. Feeling as his breathing slowly gets faster. 

“Is this okay?” you ask him, as you slowly step closer to him. 

“I–” he’s speechless, but he nods his head regardless in approval, as he leans into your touch.

You’re so close to each other now, as you step closer and closer to one another. Sukuna wraps his muscular arms around your body, almost like he’s afraid of you getting away. The two of you fully lean into one another, taking your time with the feeling.

He smells so good. You think as you get closer and closer to him. “What do you want, Sukuna” Your faces are a mere inch away from each other now, and the two of you are about to close the gap when Sukuna says “I want… I want yo—“

Click 

The door unlocks, and Uraume walks in “I’m sorry I took so lon—“ 

You can’t tell who’s more horrified by the scene. Sukuna and you are still wrapped around one another, frozen at the sight of Uraume, the poor witness to the little scene you both put on. 

Surprisingly, Uraume doesn’t comment on what they see. Instead, they carefully kick a loaded box to the door to keep it open. “We need to invest in some door stoppers” they say out loud to themself as they leave. Leaving you and Sukuna awkwardly holding one another. 

The two of you awkwardly push each other away, the open door seemingly letting all the tension out. “I… need to go home,” you laugh, trying your best to act normal, like the last five minutes didn’t happen. 

“Wait, I–” 

“Bye, Sukuna!” 

You rush out the door, the ring of the bell closely following behind you. That damn bell. Sukuna doesn’t get emotional about many things, so who knew that the jingle of that stupid bell would be enough to make Sukuna’s heart drop.  

The rest of that night is a blur. You vaguely recall Sukuna trying to chase after you outside the restaurant. Still, you somehow were able to get home safely despite your heart beating out of your chest and your vision being a blur as you drove. 

You’re not sure why the first thing you did when you got home was open your laptop. Force of habit, perhaps? You often made sure to check your email for updates on work, only to be met with the cold reality of disappointment when your inbox came up empty. 

The light of the screen stands is the only light source in your dark room– you didn’t even turn the lights on when you got home. 

That’s when you saw it. 

You couldn’t believe it at first. 

Your strained eyes reflect the bright screen as you see the words you’ve been searching for months for. 

 Congratulations! We look forward to having you. 

A job. One in your field. 

You finally did it. 

For a single second, your body is hit with a beam of joy as you laugh in relief (the only thing you had the energy to do). 

Yet, a cold washes over you as the thought of Sukuna crosses your mind. You slowly get up from your spot as you think carefully about what you need to do. You’ll need to face Sukuna eventually. Not only about quitting, but also about what happened in that closet. 

The restaurant was closed most Tuesdays, but you knew that Sukuna was in the kitchen despite that, doing the more “boring” parts of running a business. You entered the restaurant through the back of the building using a key that Sukuna gave you when he hired you. 

You are surprised when Sukuna is nowhere to be found in the kitchen, closet, or at any of the tables. You are about to question if Sukuna took a day off when you hear the soft shuffling of papers coming from behind the closed door in Sukuna’s office. 

Right. 

Sukuna rarely spent time in his office whenever you were around, to the point that you had forgotten that the room even existed. You slowly walk up to the door and give it a soft knock. You hear a gruff “hm?” coming from Sukuna and a soft pause to make sure there was someone actually there. You don’t blame him, there isn’t technically supposed to be anyone at the restaurant right now. “It’s me” you say toward the door. You might be imagining it, but it seems that the moment Sukuna heard your voice he nearly jumped out of his chair and opened the door. 

Finally, you’re met with his face once again. Well– actually, you’re met with much more than that. Sukuna was in a regular T-shirt and sweatpants, a normal outfit for a Tuesday afternoon. Still– it felt odd to not see him in his chef’s coat. Your eyes trace his body, you knew Sukuna had tattoos, but you were never able to get a good look at the sheer amount of them– only getting small glimpses for when they happen to peek out from under his coat. 

Sukuna clears his throat, and you snap out of your stare. Right. For a moment you forget what you even came to see him for, with things continuing to be awkward between the two of you since the day before. For a few seconds the two of you simply stare in silence at one another, almost forgetting to breathe. 

“Look…” Sukuna finally breaks the silence. 

Almost like the breaking of the flood gates, Sukuna suddenly begins to ramble about the restaurant and you, and all about his feelings. He had clearly never done such a thing before, his eyes saying as much from how wide they are– almost like he’s shocked at what he’s saying. The rambling is mostly incoherent, but you can make out the gist of it– Sukuna wants to be with you. 

“Sukuna I quit” you cut him off. 

This sends Sukuna back as he’s hit with a wave of emotions that he’s never felt before. From confusion, to sadness, to fear, it seemed to Sukuna that he felt everything crash down on him all at once. 

His throat is dry, and he can only muster to say a single word. “...Why?” he says, his voice cracking as he tries to stuff down all these new emotions down his throat. 

“Why?” isn’t the question he really wants the answer to though. The real question that he wants to ask is “Is it because of me?” or more specifically, “Is this about what happened last night?”

You know this, so you swiftly explain yourself, “I… got a job”. 

Your work for him was always going to be a temporary arrangement, the both of you knew that. This day was always going to come eventually, it was just a stroke of bad luck that it happened a single day after the two of you essentially confessed your feelings for one another.

Sukuna just nods, thinking for a little while, before he takes a single step toward you. You resist the urge to step back in response, every single nerve in your body setting an alarm to get away from the giant before you. Still, you force your feet to stay in place, curious of what he’s going to do. 

He reaches his hand toward your face, and caresses it softly, the same way you did to him. “Can’t convince you to stay, huh?” He says the words like they’re a question, but he knows the answer. You nod anyway, looking up at him. 

“That’s fine,” he says faintly, almost like a whisper, as he brings his face closer to yours. You hum in response as you bring your lips towards his, as you both finally kiss. 

You hold yourself in place by placing your arms around his neck as your lips intertwine. Sukuna’s entire body is warm, his heat enveloping you as he wraps his arms all around your body, making sure you can’t run away again. 

“Why did you decide to be a chef anyways, Sukuna?” 

“I like food” Sukuna says against your ear as he stands behind you, guiding your hands as you both cut the ingredients for your lunch. “I needed a reason to make a lot of it,” he chuckles. 

“You know, you’d probably enjoy it a lot more if you didn’t fire your staff for every mistake they make,” you joke as Sukuna heats up the stove, carefully bringing each of the ingredients you both oh so diligently prepared together. 

Sukuna laughs in response, a laugh you swear you’ll never get tired of hearing as he says “Sure, just because you say so,” he grins as you hug him from behind, watching as he cooks. For once, Sukuna isn’t stressed about time, or missing items, or doing multiple things at once. He’s only consumed by the thoughts of you around him and spending time with him, sitting in the present with you and not worrying about anything else. 

Yes…he could get used to this. 

Sukuna places the finished meal in front of you as you both take a seat in the empty restaurant once again. It’s not as perfect as the dishes that Sukuna makes on his own (with your less skilled hands showing their case), but it was made by the both of you together, making it the perfect meal by both of your standards. 

“You know, most people don’t eat where they work for a first date,” you chuckle as you take your first bite. 

“Hah! As if there’s any place better than this”

A/N: Like Sukuna? You'll love this story!

Taglist: @emmyrosee @lillysgotgyatt @aceakari

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𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡 𖦹 | 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𓆩♕𓆪

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝙈𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝘼𝙐!𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: You wear "revealing" clothing to a supermarket with Sukuna. Unfortunate to say, two strangers were not at all pleased. "Like hell, I'd let you touch her." He grits his teeth, watching the man in front of me kneel and wither in pain.

tw. you can change what you wear to what you please. In this fic though, it's described to give more context. Sukuna in his own body modern AU. Getting shamed; use of words: whore. Sukuna is violent as usual.

note. got emotionally personal here. I hope you find comfort in this fic as I did when I wrote it. <33

.ᐟ 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝-𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

Today was shopping day. You've finally run out of enough comfort foods to force you out of the house. You groan loudly in your room. You were wearing only your undergarments and were already getting tired of the idea of having to find clothes to wear.

a familiar face walks by your room. Sukuna stops and leans on your door, his eyes observing your lazy state. "C'mon brat. Dress pretty. I'll take you out after shopping."

Your head snaps excitedly to Sukuna. It was rare of him to invite you out, especially since you were both so busy all the time. You simply just cherish the swift time at home cuddling and whatnot. Sukuna smirked at your reaction. Satisfied, he left to give you time to choose and change clothes.

After much consideration and throwing closet clothes on the floor, you decided to wear something showy, a cropped tee with its ends tied, a plaid skirt that falls above your knees, paired with a small bag and boots. You choose your accessories, put on a touch of makeup, and then you are good to go. "Kuna~!" You sing.

As you walk out the door, you find Sukuna looking at his phone and then quickly looking at you. You twirl, showcasing your outfit as he smiles. He walks towards you and grabs you by the waist. "How awful. My princess dolled up so pretty." He grins, his grip on your waist secure, leaning in for a kiss.

You stop him with your hand. "No. Kuna' we all know what a kiss will lead to," You pout, and Sukuna laughs silently on your skin. "Now, come on, I expect you to take me on to a charming night!"

The supermarket was the same as ever. Customers minding their business, the sound of cashier ringing in the distance, and stocks of your comfort foods.

"Ahh, there you are. I've missed you." You gleam at the snacks in front of you. Snack's destined to be finished within the week. You were left alone for a bit since Sukuna usually parts with you to grab things he needs as well.

By "needs," he grabs excessive amounts of food that would leave you bankrupt if you didn't pick through them every time you passed by him.

"Hey there." Suddenly, someone taps your shoulder. You turn your head to see two guys standing in front of you.

"Hello, do you need help with anything?" you smile politely.

"Ugh, seriously?" The first guy sneers. You tilt your head at him, hoping that comment wasn't directed at you.

"Dude, she's totally leading us on. Did you see that snarky smile?" The other guy says. Your eyebrows bridged together. Just your luck to be left in an aisle with these two idiots, huh?

"Sorry, you're getting the wrong idea-" You get cut off by a hand that warmly placed itself on your shoulder.

"You know em'?" Sukuna's voice was husky and low, gesturing his head towards the two men.

"Not really—“ Before you could finish explaining, The second guy from behind steps in, "Dude, you should really cover your girl up." He comments.

"Yeah, like, the way she looked at us earlier? damn, I almost mistook her for a whore." The other one added. Your heart sank at the disgusting comments made by them. You placed both your hands on your skirt, your basket resting on your arm. You actually felt confident to wear something like this because you knew Sukuna would be with you, you knew Sukuna would approve of it, and you knew YOU would feel good as well.

"Ha." your thoughts get cut off by Sukuna's voice. If looks could kill, indeed. You knew this situation would escalate, and really, all you want is a smooth, relaxing evening with your lover.

You raise your hand high enough for them to notice, "I'm sorry, you really got the wrong idea—“ Suddenly, the first guy tries to grab you by extending his hand swiftly, but before his fingers could reach you, Sukuna stops him by the wrist.

The next thing you hear is the painful cry and a loud snap. Sukuna broke his wrist all while his other hand was still secured onto your shoulder.

"Like hell, I'd let you touch her." He grits his teeth, watching the man in front of me kneel and wither in pain. The second guy wasted no time and launched at Sukuna, only for him to be dodged and punched right in the nose.

People started clamoring around, and you could already hear security calling backup.

"Sukuna, let's go." You urge him but not waiting for a response. You grab his hand, and you drop your basket. You run.

You were both parked at a nearby park, immediately driving away after leaving the supermarket. "You really didn't have to do all that ryo'." You softly say, inspecting the hand that he used to punch the guy.

"Besides, it's my fault. I should've dressed more modestly." You muttered under your breath. But He heard it.

"Don't ever fucking say that again." He grits his teeth. You look up at him, surprised by the sudden anger in his tone. His expression was tense, worried? maybe even a gloss of tears, if you will.

He moves his hand to push strands of hair behind your ear. It was soft, so painfully gentle. "People like that don't deserve to live. They don't deserve to have eyes nor mouths." He rambles, cupping your cheeks and kissing everywhere.

"If they were decent people, they wouldn't even think of looking at you like that, darling. They are delirious, annoying, little shits, who have nothing to do but try and push people down." He holds your hand firmly, his gaze unflinching.

"you will not be knocked down, my love. They do not deserve the space in your mind to bring you down." He lowers his head and kisses the back of your hand.

You exhale. You exhale and smile.

"I love you," he says. He looks so unbelievably beautiful.

You squeeze his hand gently before replying, "Thank you, kuna’. I love you too."

He smirks, a playful grin places itself on his lips. "That's my girl."

"I supposed we'll be banned there, won't we?" You ask, remembering the reason why you were in the supermarket anyway.

He scoffs, "Whatever, i'll ask someone else to do it for us." Sukuna grumbles, kissing the tip of your nose.

He leans back and starts up the car again, "Right now, you deserve a date."

───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 <𝟥

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The new cover inspired all of this, it’s not my fault 😭

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[cumironi]

ARE YOU A GOOD GIRL? jjk men.

feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma

sum. d!ck inside, gasp and moan filling the room. your boyfriend pays you a visit and one praise they have you cum just in a second, and what do they do? oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that’ they said.

warning. non-sorcerer! jjk men, established 23 you & 31 them, praise kink, petname(s), name-calling(s), overstimulated, dirty talk,

GOJO SATORU

your dorm room was dim, just the amber glow of your bedside lamp flickering against the walls and casting shadows that danced with the rhythm of your bodies. his shirt was tossed somewhere by your desk chair, your panties slung haphazardly over your open textbook—because of course gojo had bent you over your desk first, saying something like “might as well break in your study spot properly, baby.”

but now you were on the bed, flat on your back, his silver hair a messy halo as he hovered over you, hips grinding into yours at a slow, relentless pace. skin hot and sticky, your legs trembling around his waist, your breath coming out in ragged little gasps.

“look at you,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple as he dragged his cock out to the tip, just to slam it back in. “fuck, baby—you’re taking me so good.”

your nails clawed at his back. “s-satoru—!”

he groaned at the way your voice cracked, the way you clenched down on him so tight the second he said something nice. “mm? what was that? you like that? like being told how good you are for me?”

your walls fluttered around him. violently.

his eyes widened.

“oh my god,” he said, stilling completely inside you. “no fuckin’ way.”

you were already whining, shifting your hips to chase friction, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, staring at you like he just struck gold.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he whispered, breathless. “you’re gonna cum just from that.”

your face was burning. “shut up—”

but he didn’t. of course he didn’t. this was gojo.

“ohhh, no no, now i have to test it,” he grinned, the corner of his mouth twitching with mischief. “you like being praised, baby? does it make that pretty pussy all messy?”

you whimpered as his free hand slid down, thumb circling your clit in slow, teasing strokes.

“you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl—letting me fuck you like this, letting me ruin that smart little college brain. i know you’ve been working hard all week, haven’t you?”

your hips bucked hard.

“ah—there it is,” he laughed, almost mean. “my filthy little overachiever. studying all day just to get ruined by my cock at night.”

his strokes picked up. so did his words.

“so proud of you, baby. so proud of this body—these thighs, this tight little cunt that’s soaking for me. you’re just perfect. my perfect, obedient, desperate girl—”

your orgasm hit like a truck.

you cried out, back arching violently, legs locked around him as your whole body seized beneath him. your walls clamped around his cock so hard it knocked the air out of him, and for once, satoru gojo was left speechless.

“f-fuck—holy shit—”

he collapsed on top of you, still twitching inside, and laughed breathlessly against your neck. “you just came from that,” he murmured, grinning like he just won the lottery. “from me telling you how good you are.”

you were still trembling.

“i’m never shutting the fuck up again,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “you’re so screwed, baby.”

and he meant that in every way possible.

GETO SUGURU

it was late—past midnight kind of late—and you’d just finished a soul-sucking group project that left you drained, grumpy, and snapping at anyone who looked at you sideways. which is why, when suguru showed up unannounced, you didn’t even question it. you just fell into his chest with a soft sigh, letting him carry you to the bed like he always did when you were too tired to move.

he kissed you like he missed you. slow and deep, tongue gliding past your lips like he had nowhere else to be. you didn’t even realize when he’d slipped your shirt off, or how your panties were already pushed to the side, or how the heat of his cock was nudging at your folds, thick and pulsing.

“tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips.

you didn’t.

so he sank in slow, the stretch burning just right, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist, your fingers knotted in the strands of his hair still tied back lazily. he hissed through his teeth as he bottomed out.

“fuck, baby—you’re always so tight for me,” he groaned, his pace steady and firm, hips slapping into yours with a controlled rhythm. “even after all this time.”

you bit your lip, already feeling your body light up like a fuse had been lit in your spine. but you didn’t say anything. not yet.

he noticed it right away—how you squeezed around him the moment his voice dropped, all deep and sweet.

his brows lifted, that soft, wicked smile tugging at his lips.

“wait,” he said, rocking into you deeper. “you like that?”

you tried to look away.

“no, no—don’t hide,” he chuckled, catching your jaw and turning your face back to his. “you’re telling me you get off on a little praise?”

you shook your head. a clear lie.

“liar,” he murmured, leaning down to whisper against your lips. “you’re such a good girl for me. always so wet. always so eager to be filled up.”

you gasped—your body jolted—and your cunt squeezed around him so tight it dragged a curse from his throat.

“oh my god,” he laughed, unhinged now. “you’re fucking serious.”

he started fucking into you harder, deeper. his hand slid down your body, resting on your stomach, pressing there so he could feel how deep he was.

“i’m gonna ruin you with this,” he said, gaze dark with something close to awe. “just words, baby? just a few sweet nothings and you’re this close to cumming? fuck—look at you.”

you couldn’t hold back the noises anymore. every time he praised you—every filthy compliment, every soft ‘good girl’—your moans got louder, your legs shook harder, and your nails dug into his arms like you were holding on for dear life.

“such a perfect little thing,” he whispered, face buried in your neck. “taking me so well. doing so good, baby. you’re so beautiful like this—messy, fucked out, desperate.”

your body locked up.

he felt it, smirked, and gripped your hips tighter. “that’s it. cum for me. show me how much you love hearing how proud i am of you.”

and with a shattered whimper, you came. violently. full-body trembling, eyes rolling, breath stuttering as you soaked his cock.

he groaned into your mouth, slowing down just enough to ride you through it, kissing your lips softly like he hadn’t just broken you in half with his voice.

“mmm, my girl’s got the cutest kink,” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face as you struggled to catch your breath. “you just gave me a fuckin’ god complex.”

you blinked up at him, dazed.

he grinned, leaned down, and whispered, “don’t worry. i’m gonna make you cum every single time i call you my good girl.”

and the worst part? you knew he would.

NANAMI KENTO

you didn’t expect him to show up at your dorm this late. he rarely came over without warning—he was punctual, predictable, always so polite about it. but tonight, something in his voice over the phone had made your stomach twist with anticipation. his “i’m coming over” had been low, firm, and left no room for argument.

so now you were here. back pressed against your desk, your shirt halfway open, your skirt bunched up around your waist, and nanami on his knees in front of you like a man starved. his tie was off, sleeves rolled up, glasses long forgotten on your nightstand, and you were struggling to breathe through the way his tongue moved over you—slow, devastating, focused.

“you’ve had a long week,” he murmured between licks, his voice thick with restraint. “thought i’d help you relax.”

your legs were already shaking, and you barely managed to stutter his name before he stood, towering over you, fingers ghosting over your trembling thighs. you could see it in his face—the slight pink in his cheeks, the tension in his jaw—that he was holding back.

and when he slid inside you?

oh god.

the stretch was perfect, deep, almost too much. you moaned openly, arms wrapping around his neck, eyes fluttering as he started thrusting into you slow and controlled, like he wanted to memorize the way your body reacted to each push.

and then—you clenched around him. tight.

the second he muttered, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

he paused, eyes flicking up to your face. “...was that because of what i said?”

your mouth parted. you hesitated.

he stared for a beat, and then—something in him changed.

“interesting,” he breathed, voice suddenly darker. “so that’s what gets you dripping like this.”

he pulled out halfway, slammed back in, hard enough to knock a choked moan out of you.

“you want to be praised, is that it?” he murmured, brushing his knuckles along your jaw as he fucked you into the desk. “want me to tell you what a good girl you are?”

you whimpered.

he caught your face in his hand, made you look him in the eye. “you’re such a good girl for me. letting me have you like this. always so polite, so obedient—until i get you alone.”

you broke. you fucking broke.

your body went stiff, orgasm ripping through you before you could even warn him, clenching and throbbing so tight around his cock that his next groan sounded almost pained.

“fuck,” he muttered, hips stuttering. “you just came.”

you hid your face in his neck.

he didn’t stop.

he fucked you through it, whispering into your skin, “you did so well, darling. came so beautifully for me. i didn’t even have to touch you.”

and then, very softly: “what a filthy, perfect girl you are.”

you nearly sobbed.

he wrapped his arms around you, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and laid you on the bed—still inside you, still throbbing hard.

“don’t think we’re finished,” he said, sliding out slow, teasing, only to push back in and make you gasp. “not when i’ve just discovered how to ruin you.”

he kissed your forehead, lips soft and reverent.

“i’m going to praise you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

and knowing him? he meant it.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

you knew what kind of night it was going to be the moment toji showed up at your door, leaning against the frame like he owned the place, shirt already unbuttoned halfway down and a smug glint in his eyes that said trouble. the man had no business looking that good at midnight.

"heard you’ve been stressin’ over your exams," he said, stepping inside without waiting. "figured i’d help you take the edge off."

“oh?” you quipped, cocky—until his hand gripped your throat lightly, tilting your head back just enough for his mouth to meet yours. and like always, he didn’t ease into it. his kiss was tongue and teeth and a little bite to your bottom lip that made your knees weak.

you didn’t even know when your panties came off. or when he bent you over your desk, your cheek pressed against open textbooks and crumpled lecture notes. all you felt was the heavy drag of his cock, thick and slow, sliding inside until you were full—so full you whimpered.

“fuck, always so tight,” he groaned, pressing his chest to your back. “like you’ve been waiting for me.”

he set a brutal rhythm, fucking into you like he was mad, like he missed you, like he needed this. every slap of skin echoed through the room, and your voice broke with every thrust. but then—

“such a good girl,” he muttered, not even thinking. just slipped out like it was instinct.

and your body snapped. you clenched around him hard, nearly choking on your moan.

he paused.

“…no fuckin’ way,” he breathed, pulling your hair to lift your head. “say that again.”

you stayed quiet. trembling.

he slammed back into you so hard your legs buckled.

“nah, princess. don’t hold out on me. you like that, huh? like bein’ called my good girl?”

you whined, breath hitching, face burning.

toji let out the filthiest, cockiest laugh. “holy shit,” he whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. “you’re tellin’ me you cream the second i open my fuckin’ mouth? shit, baby—you’re so easy.”

his hand reached around, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “go ahead then,” he rasped. “cum on my cock. be my good fuckin’ girl.”

and just like that, you shattered.

you came so hard your thighs trembled, knees giving out under you. and toji? he just held you up, praised you through it, voice low and ragged in your ear.

“atta girl… so fuckin’ pretty when you cum. makin’ a mess on me already?”

he flipped you over like you weighed nothing, lifted your leg, and slid right back in.

“oh, we’re not done,” he grinned, breathless now, pupils blown wide. “you think i’m lettin’ this kink go to waste?”

you barely had the strength to answer, still shaking.

he leaned in, kissed you like he was mocking how ruined you looked. “you’re gonna cum for me again,” he promised. “and again. and again. until you’re cryin’ from bein’ called a good girl.”

and you knew—knew—he meant every word.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

it was late—quiet. the kind of silence that presses in on you thick and slow, where even the smallest sound feels amplified. sukuna’s apartment was dimly lit, just the soft, golden glow from the single lamp in the corner casting long shadows over the room.

you were straddling his lap, completely bare, thighs draped over his, your arms loose around his neck. his back rested against the couch, body warm beneath you, and his eyes—those deep, dark red eyes—never left your face. not even when your hips moved. not even when your breath hitched.

he had you seated right where he wanted you, hands gripping your waist, guiding your rhythm—slow, deep, unrelenting.

and you were a mess already.

“look at you,” he muttered, voice a low, amused rumble. “bouncin’ on my cock like you’re made for it.”

your breath stuttered, thighs twitching.

his fingers tightened on your waist just slightly. “you like that, huh? being told you’re good?”

you didn’t answer fast enough, but your body did—your eyes fluttering shut, hips stuttering, your moan nearly breaking apart in your throat.

and that was all he needed.

sukuna leaned in, mouth brushing your ear with a grin that you felt more than saw.

“ohhh. so that’s what this is.”

his tone dipped—taunting, smug. “my little girl gets off when i talk to her nice.”

you squirmed, half-mortified, half turned on beyond saving.

he tilted his head, watching your tits bounce with every needy rock of your hips. then he slipped a hand up, dragging his thumb lazily across your nipple, his other hand gripping your ass tight enough to bruise.

“you want me to keep tellin’ you how perfect you feel?” he whispered, suddenly more serious. his voice still laced with heat, but there was something darker behind it now. possessiveness. awe. “how tight this pussy is, how it sucks me in like it can’t breathe without me?”

your head dropped to his shoulder with a broken whimper.

“fuck—look at you.”

he let out a shaky breath, hips jerking up. “you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you? just from me talkin’?”

you nodded, desperate, babbling nonsense against his skin.

and then he said it—soft, low, raw:

“that’s my good girl.”

you shattered.

back arching, fingers clawing into his shoulders, your entire body went stiff before it trembled against his. you came so hard around him, so violently, it knocked the breath out of you—and sukuna just held you, smirking against your throat, murmuring filth between kisses.

“knew you were filthy for me.”

kiss.

“but this? fuck, baby. that’s dangerous.”

kiss.

“gonna use that mouth of mine to ruin you every night now.”

you didn’t doubt it for a second.

and from that night on, every time his voice dropped just a little, every time he muttered good girl into your ear—you remembered exactly how it felt to lose yourself right there on his lap, under the glow of that lonely little lamp, with praise melting off his tongue like sin.

SHIU KONG

it was supposed to be just a drive. just a night cruise with the windows down and your hand resting lazily on his thigh, music low and city lights flashing by. but shiu had always been the type to snap once something got under his skin—and you? dressed like that, soft thighs bare and eyes teasing him from the passenger seat?

you knew what you were doing.

that’s why you weren’t surprised when he suddenly pulled into some dark, quiet parking lot and killed the engine without a word.

his voice was low, rough when he spoke, hand gripping your chin as he leaned over.

“get in the back. now.”

you didn’t argue.

the car door slammed, and the moment you slid into the backseat, he followed—tall frame looming, heavy with intent. he didn’t give you time to process, to breathe—just pushed you down until your back hit the leather, and his mouth was already on your neck, hands everywhere.

“you always this bratty?” he growled against your skin. “or are you just desperate to get fucked like a little slut?”

your answer was a gasp, knees spreading on instinct. he chuckled low—one hand pushing up your skirt, the other unbuckling his belt in a way that felt both urgent and terrifyingly controlled. he wanted this, but he wanted to savor it.

his fingers slid between your legs, felt the mess there already.

“fuck—this wet already?” his brows twitched, head tilting. “just from me tellin’ you what to do?”

and then, a little slower:

“…do you like that?”

your breath caught in your throat.

“do you get off on being told you’re a good girl?” he murmured, right by your ear now, voice like hot velvet dragging across your spine. “is that what this is?”

you whimpered, body twitching, thighs tightening.

his grin was all sharp teeth and danger.

“well shit. that’s easy, sweetheart.”

he lined himself up, still fully clothed, only his zipper down, and pushed in with one long, slow stroke. you cried out—sensitive, overstimulated, and shiu loved it. he leaned over you, one hand gripping the seat above your head as he began thrusting, rough and deep, the car rocking with every snap of his hips.

“fuck, you feel good like this,” he panted, watching your eyes roll back. “so goddamn tight. takin’ me so well.”

then—he tried it.

soft, breathless, dangerous:

“good girl.”

your whole body clenched.

he stilled.

“…no way.”

he looked down at you, your chest heaving, face flushed, mouth open in a silent moan, your walls fluttering around him just from those two little words.

“you’re fuckin’ kidding,” he breathed, voice shaking. “you’re actually about to cum just from that?”

you nodded, whining—too far gone to be shy.

he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that.”

and he did.

over and over, thrusting deep, whispering it like it was sacred.

“good girl.”

“such a perfect fuckin’ thing.”

“look at you, clenching around me so sweet just ‘cause i’m praising you.”

he made you cum so hard, you cried—shaking in the back of his car while the windows fogged and your voice echoed against the leather.

and after? when you were still trembling, body boneless under him?

he kissed your cheek, still inside you, and smirked against your skin.

“next time, i’m doing this with the windows down,” he whispered. “wanna see how many people can hear you fall apart when i tell you you’re mine.”

HIROMI HIGURUMA

the city outside was still alive—lights flickering against the windows, muffled car horns somewhere in the distance—but in his office, it was nothing but dim lamps, the soft creak of the floor beneath the blanket he laid out, and the sound of your breathless gasps echoing off his walls.

he was above you. hands planted firm on either side of your head, body stretched long and tense, every muscle in his arms flexing with control as he moved inside you—slow, deep strokes that made your whole body tremble beneath him.

his tie was still on, his shirt half-unbuttoned and sleeves rolled to his elbows. he looked down at you like he was trying to memorize every single twitch of your face, every broken sound you gave him.

“you’re taking me so well,” he murmured, voice rough, reverent. “fuck—you feel incredible.”

and you whimpered.

he paused—just slightly—but his hips didn’t stop.

his brow furrowed, mouth parting as his eyes locked onto your expression.

“…was that it?” he asked softly, his pace slowing, hips dragging almost teasingly deep. “did that do it for you?”

your face was flushed, mouth open, eyes wide—betraying everything.

he let out a low breath of laughter, something between awe and amusement, and leaned down closer, his mouth brushing against your ear.

“oh, you like being told that. don’t you?”

your hands gripped his biceps, nails digging in.

“god, of course you do,” he whispered, hips thrusting again, more deliberate now. “you’re such a good girl for me. lying here, letting me fuck you slow—just like this. perfect.”

your whole body jerked, breath catching. and he felt it—your walls tightening, the tremble of your thighs pulling him in closer.

his voice dropped lower, rougher.

“gonna cum, sweetheart?”

you nodded helplessly.

he smirked—something lazy, dangerous—and dragged his hand down between your bodies, fingers brushing right where you needed them.

“do it. cum for me.”

then, slower—deeper—hot breath against your lips:

“be a good girl and cum for me.”

you broke.

your back arched off the floor, thighs shaking around his waist as your orgasm tore through you—so hard it hit like a wave, full-body and overwhelming. you cried out, clinging to him as your body clenched tight, trembling under his weight.

and higuruma—he didn’t stop. he kissed your temple, dragged his fingers along your cheek, whispered praises while you came undone beneath him.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, almost too tender for how deep he was still inside you. “so sweet. you always fall apart for me when i say it, don’t you?”

you nodded again, breathless, dizzy.

his lips curved into something between a smirk and a soft smile, brushing his mouth against your cheek as he pushed his hips in deep again.

“i’m never shutting up again, then,” he said, almost like a vow.

“you’re gonna cum from my voice alone by the time i’m done with you.”

and with the way your body responded—shaking, sensitive, already aching for more—you knew he meant it.

[m1stm3]

“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

[v1x3n]

thinking about trueform sukuna who loves overstimulating you to the max. you're riding him - well, not really. your sat up on his cock but two of his hands are gripping your hips, bouncing you up and down furiously.

one of his cocks, the bigger one, stretching out your poor pussy. reaching so deep, your stomach bulges out, showing the shape of his mighty cock. his other cock wasn't as bulky or tall as the other one, but it was still bigger than any other mans. that one was stuffed tight into your puckered hole, filling you up nicely. you couldn't get away from the pleasure as sukuna forces you to swallow his length over and over again. taking him whole was a hard thing but with a bit of force, you could do it.

the tongue that slides out from his stomachs mouth, licks a wet glob of spit on your clit, lapping at the small bud.

you whine loudly, tears brought to your eyes. you squirm, trying to get away as your legs shake angrily. "what's the matter?" his soothing words would have been nice despite his mocking grin that plasters his sweaty face.

you mumble out slurred words, while his two free hands are attached to your boobs. grabbing, grasping and pinching the skin. your nipples already swollen from the clamps he had clasped to them earlier. slight red glows at your sensitive nipples. you mewl loudly, tears dripping down your chin as you moan repetitively. your legs shake with a violent pace.

cum lashing out from your pussy, dripping down his cock as you squirt all over him. the mouth on his stomach seems to groan at the taste, lapping it up. his hands bounce you angrier, desperate the take every drip from in you.

your messy hair wafts around, sticking to your skin slightly. sweat covers you as your body is worn out from the past hour. "su-hah!" you moan out loudly. eyebrows pinching together.

"take it." he groans out, head falling back in laughter and pleasure. a hand that grips your hip harshly moves up to your stomach, pressing down hard. you whine as spurt out more liquid. "fucken messy girl."

[avaredava]

Sukuna absolutely freaking when you used your safe word mid sex because his cock was starting to hurt your sensitive velvet walls.

He quickly pulled out and ran. Tears started to brim at your eyes because you thought he left because he was just mad at you for tapping out.

Well he is the king of curses. He's been considered cruel by millions and had no mercy.

But to your surprise he came running in with warm towels and his lips puckered to give you kisses.

What?

He's insulted you, been cruel, not as bad as he treats others (that means a lot), but as soon as he actually physically hurt you his heart shattered.

Your poor Sukuna was kissing your forehead dabbing your raw, sensitive pussy with the warm towel. He made Uruame make you, your favourite food and drink.

You totally forgot about the pain at this point you were flabbergasted. At the nervous look in his four eyes you've never seen.

The next day he acted like nothing happened.

But you both know that he was so fucking scared he harmed you in anyway.

All those threats that Sukuna gave you. You knew they were meaningless.

Master list's

[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

[kisssukuna33]

Sukuna is the type of husband who NEEDS to hold you when he sleeps.

Before he started being in a relationship with you Sukuna had trouble finding sleep in most nights, probably due to his bad working routine and messy habits that got fixed after you came into his life. And now he can't sleep unless his wife is safely wrapped in his arms.

You could be watching TV after a day at work and Sukuna will come home next probably tired as hell and in need of a nap. He is quick to wrap his arms around your hips and gently take you into his arms as he carries you to the shared bedroom, Despite your endless protests asking him to take a shower first,

"Kuna you stink, go take a shower first"

"Calling your husband stinky? You wound me darling"

"Sukuna please.."

"Fine then, but we shower together"

"But I just showered-

"Too bad brat"

When it's time for sleep, he patiently waits till you're done with your skincare routine. And if you take way too much time for some reason, like your friend calling you at the last minute to spill the hot gossips of the day Sukuna is there to remind you he's ready and set for his bedtime by scoffing loudly enough for you to hear. Petty man.

Taking a pee at night? Grabbing a late night snack because you're hungry? Those are impossible to do without waking Sukuna up. The moment you sit up in the bed, he's already awake, grumbling in his sleep and asking what the hell are you doing before pulling you back to his arms.

That one time you managed to sneak out of the bed without waking Sukuna up. You mentally praised yourself for the victory as you snuck in to the kitchen to eat the last piece of the chocolate cake. Before you can even take 3 bites you hear footsteps behind and when you turned to look, it's half awake and half asleep Sukuna with the blanket hanging by his hips like a toddler who ran out of their bedroom searching for their mom. He's scrutinizing his eyes at you, trying to figure out what the hell are you doing. Then he sees the chocolate cake and the icing around your lips and his face instantly takes a betrayed expression.

"Kuna-"

"So you left your husband, all alone, in this fucking cold weather just for chocolate cake?"

"We have a heater-"

"That's not the point, the point is how a chocolate cake worth more than your husband"

"okay now you're being dramatic"

"This is straight up gluttony"

"Sukuna!!"

It's gotten bad to the point where you can't even sleep one night away without feeling guilty because you know this man is wide awake and restless without you in the bed. Yet you wouldn't change a single thing. The way Sukuna's strong arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and safe while soft hum of his snores disappearing into the crook of your neck, it's everything you will ever need.

And you hope it never changes.

[adiadagaki]

smitten!sukuna won’t admit he is absolutely enthralled by you, but he sure as hell knows how to show it. You want a vacation? First class flights and a five star hotel are booked. You like that diamond necklace? It’s in a box waiting for you when you get home. You want to spend some time with him? He can destroy that village another week

smitten!sukuna can’t function without you by his side, he always requires your presence no matter where he is or what he is doing, and vise versa. An hour without you is an eternity he would never live through

smitten!sukuna who has already arranged your wedding (something you are ignorant to) and is just waiting for the day you agree to be his bride (he has asked you 50+ times already)

“Come on princess, know you want to be my wife.” Circling your clit with the mouth on his stomach, he pulled out to the tip, his cock throbbing in protest

With tear stained cheeks, you shook your head. “Ryomen… it’s only been six months.” Six weeks. Six months. Six years. What difference did it make? You were his until the universe ceased to exist, in his eyes you may as well just skip a step or two.

But deep down, you already knew your answer, you were just waiting to exploit him a little before you gave into what you both wanted. What was the fun in having a big, burly king at your whim if you couldn’t play him as you pleased?

smitten!sukuna who kills anyone that dare question you in any capacity. You were a Goddess and should be treated as such.

smitten!sukuna had to close his eyes if you ever asked for something he didn’t want to give you. Like a pet. Sukuna hated the idea of sharing you with any one or thing, a furry nuisance included. But he could never say no while looking into those pretty eyes of yours.

smitten!sukuna hosts balls in your honour, flaunting off the pretty little thing he had managed to make all his.

smitten!sukuna who lets you peg him because you asked ever so sweetly.

“But Ryo.” You whined.

That damned nickname softened his will to something weaker than jelly.

“Princess.” He warned, not amused in the interest you had taken in dominating him. Sitting back, you crossed your arms and turned your chin up at him. “No pegging. No marriage.”

His mind had never changed so quickly.

Part 2 Part 3

[deedeeznoofs]

To be a Proper Wife

➺ Characters: Ryomen Sukuna, Fem!Reader

➺ Word Count: 3.2k

➺ Genre: Fluff

➺ Playlist: ft. Eve, Laufey, Sabrina Carpenter, and more!

➺ Content: Mentions of blood, internalized misogyny/misogynistic advice, it’s implied that Sukuna kills people, small housefire

➺ Proofreaders: Thank you to @aceakari and @lillysgotgyatt for proofreading this story! It couldn't have turned out as well if not thanks to them. 🥹

➺ A/N: BELIEVERS WILL SAY I NEVER LEFT 🗣️

➺ Synopsis: You are the King of Curses' bride-to-be, the both of you choosing each other to be one another's companions. Still, you feel unprepared for the role that you are stepping into. Luckily, you find a book in the library made to save lost women such as yourself! Sure, some of the advice is quite odd and unlike you, but really, what's the worst that could happen?

The powerful King of Curses, otherwise known as Ryomen Sukuna. An all-powerful being who could pillage villages in seconds and would not hesitate to destroy anyone who gets in his way. Surely… a being as strong as him would deserve a partner of equal value by his side. 

Yet, he has chosen you as his betrothed… 

One would assume that having the great Sukuna as a fiancé would be different, for better or worse. Yet, nothing about your relationship had been anything greatly out of the ordinary. Sure, you see more blood than one usually would see on their beloved, and the feeling of Sukuna’s overwhelming presence behind you would be described by others as something out of horror tales. However, outside of his little quirks, Sukuna is a good partner, cooking meals for both of you and cleaning up for himself around the estate. 

And that’s exactly the problem. 

You’ve heard the whispers from all the townswomen as you walked the streets, the ways they spoke about all about the meals they cooked for their husbands, how they spent all their time cleaning around their estates, all while making sure they tended to their children. Hearing their words, you only had one singular thought in your mind. 

How could you? You with the gall to call yourself the future wife of the King of Curses, without the skills to even prepare meals for him? Let alone taking care of your future children. You dare to be by his side. 

You should learn more, you must learn more. 

So, on your next visit to your town’s local library, you find yourself scouring the shelves for something that might help. 

Almost like it was meant to be, you found it, and you are overjoyed when you find a book that catches your eye. 

How to be a Proper Wife: Tips and Tricks! 

As you scoured the cover of the book, you noticed its thickness. A book of this size must be full of advice for women such as yourself. You smile, realizing you aren’t alone in having to improve your skills. As you look over the cover, your eyes land on some particular words highlighting the corner: 

“Over one million copies sold, saving women everywhere!” 

It was perfect! You were fully convinced to check it out from the library. Walking through town, you joyously open the book before even getting home, and you find yourself face-to-face with your first piece of advice. 

Tip #1: Greet him as he comes home. 

That was easy, greeting Sukuna as he came home for the day was something that was already part of both of your daily routines. You smile, perhaps you weren’t such a bad lover after all. 

Tip #1.1: Make sure to walk like a proper lady!

Turns out, greeting your future husband as he came home included a lot more steps than you had realized you had to do. 

You pace back and forth down the hallway. Making sure to walk “elegantly” as the book stated. While doing so, you make sure to continue following another tip in the book. 

Tip #1.2: Practice your facial expressions when you greet him! 

You try to capture the feeling of an elegant smile. While it felt awkward at first, after a few minutes, you finally felt yourself slowly coming together. With every single step and each gentle smile you practiced, you felt it.

You were becoming proper. 

You continue with your practice through the dawn, and eventually, you hear Sukuna’s footsteps by the doorway. Your legs and face were sore at this point, but this was your moment, and you weren’t going to let it go to waste by messing it up. You take a deep breath in and make sure to walk elegantly through the wood floors of your home to greet him, just as you practiced. 

You walk to him, and as you face him you remember to flip your hair a few times as the book advised, hoping he’d notice. 

He does, Sukuna notices everything about you, after all. 

You eye his facial features, he’s visibly tired, all four of his eyes lined with dark circles. How ironic, you think to yourself, for a man as monstrous as him, to have such human eyes. To know that even someone as powerful as he can also feel the weight of exhaustion that lines all people. You know he notices everything about you, but what you don’t realize about yourself is that you too, notice every detail about him. While you don’t notice this fact about yourself, he is all too aware.

You give him your best smile and bow “Hello, Sukuna”, you say. 

“Hello…” he says, pretending not to notice the change in your demeanor. It’s not obvious, but he feels something. Something is off about you, you’ve changed. Still, it doesn’t seem inherently negative, so he brushes it aside. 

“How was your day?” you ask. A genuine question, one that you ask every day. Sukuna brushes off his suspicions, and answers your question with the same answer he always gives, “tiring”. He gives no elaboration, but you eye his body for clues, noticing the red splashes of blood throughout his figure. Your eyes widen when you realize that some of the blood is fresh, spilling out from a wound on his chest. 

“W-what happened!?” you rush toward him to touch the wound, but Sukuna doesn’t wince. You’ve broken character, but you didn’t have half the mind to care at this point. Sukuna just shrugs his shoulders, “Idiot sorcerer started a fight.” 

“Are you okay…” 

“Of course I am,” he says, turning to walk past you, his heavy footsteps echoing across your home. Now behind you, you aren’t able to see his face. Still, you feel his grin as you hear him say the words, “I won, after all.” 

“I will make us tea.”

Your eyes widen as he says those words. As you hear him walk away toward the kitchen, you remember another tip in the book, highlighted as one of the most important. 

Tip #4: Have tea ready every night.

You knew it, having Sukuna make tea each night was a mistake. You had to undo this mishap. 

“Um– actually! I want to make tea today” you blurted out as you rushed in front of him, blocking his path.

“Hm? Whatever for?” Sukuna looks behind him to look you in the eye. He was used to making tea for the two of you when he came home, so this was another on the list of your odd changes. 

You look down on the floor as you try to think up some reasoning for the sudden change “J-just…I’d like to relieve your burden today!”

Sukuna just looks down at you, visibly skeptical of your words. You are lying. Or, at the very least, not telling him the full truth of whatever is going on with you. Still, he doesn’t sense any malicious intent behind your actions, so he allows your generosity, just this once. 

“If you insist,” he lets out a soft hum, “I will take a bath”. He turns around to walk in the opposite direction, as you get giddy inside at his agreement. “Oh– Thank you, Lord Sukuna! I won’t let you down!”

“Mhm,” you hear in the distance. He seemed hesitant to let you fix him a drink, but at least you were able to convince him in the end. You skip to the kitchen, optimistic about the opportunity to serve him well. 

You walk into the kitchen and begin to fix Sukuna's tea. Making sure to precisely measure out everything you need. You had to ensure that the tea was as perfect as it could be. 

As you are preparing the pot and cups, you feel Sukuna’s presence behind you as he enters the dining room from his bath. 

“Mmm,” he hums as he sits down across from you, water still dripping from his hair down to his chest as he happily accepts the tea you set before him. 

However, as he reaches for the teapot, you quickly grab it ahead of him as you remember the book.

Tip #4.1: A woman MUST pour for her husband! With no exceptions. 

You completely forgot that tip until the last minute, leading to the awkward conundrum you’re now in. 

Sukuna is staring daggers at you, and if you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he would be out to kill you at this moment. There were no ifs and buts about it, you had completely messed up. You idiot, you think to yourself. This was one of the earliest tips in the book. How could you expect to achieve all of the lessons if you couldn’t do something as simple as this? 

Part of you wanted to give up, to run away in shame knowing you’d never live up to the expectations of being the King of Curses’ right hand, but you know Sukuna would eventually find you and bring you back, regardless of how little you deserved it. You had to suck it up and keep going, you have no choice but to. You couldn’t give up, you don’t deserve to give up. 

As you are consumed with your negative self-talk, you hear Sukuna finally speak out loud, his gruff voice hitting your ears “What the hell has gotten into you?”. There’s no anger in his tone, only concern over your odd behavior throughout the day. 

“L- Let me pour!” is all you say as you scoot over toward him and his cup. 

You really aren’t going to tell him what’s going on. Once again, he lets it go for now, and simply lets out a soft grumble as he leans back, allowing you to go on and pour as you wish. 

Tip #4.2: Remember to pour like a proper woman! Nice and slow. 

You breathe in, calming your nerves as you slowly pour out the tea from the pot. 

You feel his irritated eyes burn in the back of your head, yet you continue to pour out the tea at the agonizingly slow pace you’re in. You must stick with the teachings, especially at this moment, where you need to undo the mistakes of your past, both the one you just made, and the ones you’ve dared to make before. Sukuna will thank you later when you can master being a proper wife, fit to be alongside him. 

As you finish pouring his tea, he lets out a soft sigh and picks up his teacup. You stay next to him, eyeing his reaction to the tea, hoping he’ll like it. You know you have so much more to learn, but selfishly, you still hope your current skills are worthwhile for now. Sukuna takes a long sip from the scalding hot tea, the boiling heat hardly affecting him. 

Even while just drinking tea, you thought, Sukuna was surely the most magnificent and serene man you’ve laid your eyes upon. His hair was still wet from his bath, little droplets dripping out of his frazzled hair into his bare tattooed chest. Yes, he is a truly beautiful man, one you are happy to one day call your husband, and you hope that one day, he will be able to call you his wife with pride. 

To have that, however, you must learn the ins and outs of being the kind of wife a husband would want. 

Sukuna notices you eyeing him as he drinks, “It’s good,” he says as he temporarily releases the teacup from his lips, “You should have some,” he urges you, his four eyes looking toward your still-empty cup. 

Your heart almost pounds out of your chest at the praise “Oh… yes, Sukuna! I will!” You smile as you move back to your side and sit cross-legged, pouring for yourself, making sure to do so properly still, hoping that Sukuna may see your efforts.

You beam with joy. The book works after all! You learned so much in just one day. Surely, if you continue, you’ll be a proper woman in no time!

Days go on, and you continue to follow the teachings of the books. All the while, Sukuna continues to follow your suspicious change of behavior. From your odd new seating posture to the too meticulous timing of your footsteps every time that you greet him. He didn’t comment on any of it, only keeping an eye for now. Still, he noticed every detail of the way you moved, all while you were left completely unaware of it.

Still, it was worth it to continue following the book to a T. Surely, the book sold all those copies for a reason. This had to be the book that all those townswomen were following. If it wasn’t impressing him, it must have been a problem from you rather than the writings. 

The sunlight welcomes another exhausting day of you waking up to open the book and prepare for another day of worthwhile teachings. The book was long overdue from the library at this point, and you had been too busy following its teachings to notice. Once the tips started getting more complicated, you began setting the goal of mastering at least one tip a day. Still, even keeping up with this task was beginning to get tiring. Yet you wanted to pull through, because everything was going to be worth it. Everything was going to be worth it for him. 

Your eyes widen, and you let out an audible gasp when you read the next few words from the book.  

Tip #73: Cook him a worthwhile meal! 

You wanted to convince yourself that your exhaustion was deceiving you. Otherwise… you were done for. 

While you’d become quite competent in making tea (especially in recent times), making a full meal was a whole different story. Still, if the readings say that you’re prepared, you are not one to believe otherwise.

Walking to the kitchen, you pick up one of Sukuna’s array of recipe books. You had an hour before Sukuna woke up, and you were going to do the proper thing and surprise your future husband with breakfast.  

Struggling through each of the ingredients, you’ve injured yourself enough times for it to become embarrassing, and you knew it would be a lie to blame it all on your overworked brain. Still, you finally finished preparing the ingredients, and all that was left was to put it all together over the stove. 

…

Who knew that you weren’t supposed to set the stove all the way to high when cooking? 

And who knew how easy it was for things to catch on fire? 

The first sensation you felt was the heat on your face, followed by the smell of smoke. Then came the bright light of fire covering the kitchen walls.

Despite the heat, you were frozen in fear. There goes being any sort of proper or useful. Truly, the least you could have done was not be a problem and now look at everything you did. You really were the worst, saying you’d amount to nothing when it came to being a decent partner for your fiance would be an understatement. 

Almost as a way to silence your thoughts, Sukuna barged in through the kitchen doors. The two of you make eye contact for a split second before he swiftly jumps in to quell the fire. 

Just then, in the same second the fire appeared, it was gone, with nothing but the smell of ashes and soot on the walls left as proof of your mistakes. 

Your vision is still blurry. Your recent near-death experience and your self-deprecation were an awful combination. Despite feeling like you didn’t deserve it, you wanted nothing but to hold him, and hold you he did. 

“That’s it. Deep breaths,” Sukuna coos, as he rubs circles along your back. You slowly breathe in and out and he instructs, and you hold him tight. You feel his chest shaking as your bury your head into it. Who could have guessed, he was just as terrified as you. 

“There you go, that’s not so bad, is it?”

You shake your head as you continue burrowing into him, feeling his warm body envelop yours like a blanket. 

Even when you begin to calm down, he continues to rub your head as he sets you down on the floor. Then, his eyes find their way to the book, untouched in the corner of the kitchen.

He picks up the book and analyzes its contents. Ever the quick thinker, it doesn’t take him long to put all the pieces together. 

“So this is why you’ve been so strange lately,” he says matter-of-factly. 

You say nothing and simply look away in shame. 

Sukuna continues, “Why would you think you’d get anything useful from such a worthless book” he grumbles as he flips through the pages, mumbling comments on how much “nonsense” is in the pages you once worshiped oh so dearly. 

“I…” you try to speak, but you get caught up in your words and simply look away again, avoiding his eyes, anything but his eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” Sukuna asks, sitting next to you as you straighten your spine along the walls. Despite the both of you now sitting, Sukuna is still massive next to you, making you want to huddle into the corner of the wall even more to hide your shame from him. He’s still reading the book, letting out a soft chuckle every time he finds something that amuses him, as if what he was reading was purposefully trying to make him laugh. 

You finally begin to speak. “It’s just… I wanted to learn how to be a good wife to you, and I found the book and–” 

“You’re already perfect for me. Why seek the council of inferior beings?” 

He doesn’t look up from the book as he says those words. As if what he is saying is simply common sense to him. Not only that, but as if it was supposed to be common sense to you. 

“I– do you mean that?” You look at him, your eyes wide and beginning to water. 

“Of course I do,” he grumbles as he closes the book and reaches one of his hands out to your face, “How dare you think I’d choose any lowlife to be my companion”

His words are harsh, but his hand caressing your face is anything but, and you can’t help but smile as you lean into his touch. He’s right, he wouldn’t choose anyone else to be with him, just as you wouldn’t choose anyone else but him to take your hand. 

“Don’t go around getting silly books anymore,” he says as he stands up, burning the book in his hands. 

Your eyes widen. “Wait– I… I needed that!” you try to reach out to grab any form of useful remains from the book but are only left with ashes. 

“Hm?” he looks at you curiously as you try to grab the ashes, “Whatever for?” 

“That was a book from the library…” you mumble as you look down at the mess before you, thinking of how you would explain your husband burning your book to the library staff. 

“Tch. They will live” Sukuna rolls his eyes as gets ready to leave the kitchen. “They’re better off without such garbage on their shelves anyways”

“B-But” 

“Let’s go out to eat. I’m hungry” he comments, though it would be much more accurate to call it a command toward you to join him. 

Looking up at him, and finally feeling like yourself again after the destruction of the book, you do nothing more but smile and say “Yeah…okay” as you get up to follow him.

A/N: Like Sukuna? You'll love these headcanons!

A/N: I might might MIGHT make a prequel to this because there’s sooo much to explore. Like how did Sukuna and her meet and get engaged? Why does she have so much internalized misogyny?  I need to know 😩

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[screampied]

“you, stop . . moving,” sukuna prowls, the base of his chin sat on top of your thighs.

you were in your usual spot, waiting for him to return from whatever battle had him occupied for half the day. moments later, you’re now slouched back against sukuna’s throne with a very grumpy, pouty demon lying his head against the center of your lap. before you could even part your lips to ask him what happened this time, sukuna grumbles. “bad. very bad day, little one.”

humming, you strum a few feathery fingers toward the pink roots of his hair before softly digging a path through his tender scalp. “oh. well, wanna talk about it?”

“no,” he replies gruffly with an abrupt quickness, his pout growing the more he remembered about his day. however, as your fingers continued to comb through his silk tresses, sukuna buried his face between your thighs. “i need… to recharge.”

“most people would drink water or eat somet-”

“shut up.”

“…..”

slowly peeking from between the warmth of your glued legs, sukuna notices the pausing halt on your fingers that played with his hair and he scowls. oh, he’s pouting, and with a cute, annoyed grumble, he avoids your gaze.

“i told you to shut up, not . . to stop doing that. go on. hmph.”

rolling your eyes, you gave him a subtle head pat before hearing a loud sigh exit between your thighs. he’s usually never this clingy, and you remained quiet - wondering just what happened in his day for him to behave so … needy.

your fingers resumed its maze through his scalp tenderly, and his long lashes fluttered close - a soft content sigh dragging away from his thinly parted lips. in a way, you had to admit — this looked silly.

a huge, burly thousand-year-old curse of a demon positioned between your thighs. it was merely comical, and yet, sukuna could really care less.

the king of curses didn’t have a weakness - except you.

“mmgh-” he’d grunt, tilting his head to the left before he felt your thumb gingerly scratching behind his ear. for a second, you think you saw his nose twitching too. sukuna’s pink brows were still forcibly furrowed together, perfectly expressing his stubborn frustration before he let off another noise.

this time though - it’s different . .

it’s a subtle, cooing ‘rrrrr’ sound that’s deeply low. the entire sound alone from sukuna makes your thighs shake a bit and you look down at him with a perplexed look.

“ ‘kuna?” you murmured, the swirling circles of your finger stopping once again. a cunning grin gradually creased against your lips before you gasped. “did you just … purr?”

“i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“that noise you just made.”

sukuna rolls his eyes, his scratchy voice a bit muffled from how he nearly sank between the arc of your thighs. “pft. i was clearing my throat, obviously. you humans and your delusions-”

“nooo, i heard it,” you cheekily simpered, pinching his cheek. that earned a disgusted glower from him before you brought your fingers back toward behind his ear. “i scratched behind hereeee ‘n then . . you made that sound.”

the demon’s breath hitched once he felt the tip of your stubby thumb leisurely trail its way near behind his ear. instantaneously, his ear even twitched at your delicate touch and his eyes were just whining for more. for once, sukuna doesn’t have a witty remark and he’s just allowing you to toy your fingers against his balmy skin.

“stupid …. it wasn’t a purr. that’s insulting.”

“oh, my bad. what was it then?”

sukuna glares at you, and you return with a smug expression. damn.

sighing, sukuna’s shoulder slacken. “whatever. anyways,” he grumps, his chin sitting back onto your right leg. crimson eyes flicker up toward you before he pouts. “scratch behind my ear again. see what happens.”

“or what, you’ll purr again? ooh. scary.”

sukuna’s cheeks were so flushed - on the very cusps of shading into a bright hue of vermillion before he scoffs. “ha! do it. you wo- mmmmrr-”

cutting him off, you give him a good scratch behind his ear once more, and again—that sound comes out. a soothing, content purr from sukuna that cutely makes his whole body faintly rumble against your thighs.

it wasn’t just the purring, it was all of his changing body language that occurred too.

whenever your fingers would swiftly dash across the sensitive territory that was located behind his ear, sukuna turned into an entire different person. his eyelids would hang low, his nose would twitch, and his usual grumpy expression would slowly switch to a more… tame one.

it’s like your fingers had some sort of magic, and it irritated him but it also made him . . craving more of your touch. “there there,” you hummed, feeling him relax against your touch. your fingertips were always so gentle, dancing down the outer edge of his ear as the low, purring noise continued.

it only lasted for a few seconds but to sukuna, it felt like many, many hours..

the scratching had him nearly hypnotized - and he was already closing his eyes, forgetting all about his horrible day. you silently watched as the curse’s pink slit brows curled apart from its usual furrow, and you could almost see his pout turning into a tiny smile.

it’s a half-almost smile, and sukuna’s starting to feel himself eventually falling asleep.

“such a cat,” you teasingly mumbled, hearing his ragged breaths suddenly come to a mesmeric slow. sukuna deeply sighs, cool puffs of air from his nostrils falling against your thighs. you weren’t sure if he was fully asleep or not, so you gave him a soft poke.

nothing.

giggling, you laid back against his throne as he remained in his same spot—head laid on your thighs as he was kneeling before you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna so relaxed. he’s usually so angry - so full of hate and uncontrollable rage but now, he looks finally at peace.

at peace in his favorite spot - between your thighs.

in a soft lulling voice, you gave his head a small pat before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “i love you, ‘kuna. sleep well.”

“hng- i love …. you too, little one.” he’d groggily reply, pressing plush lips against the crevice of your thigh.

“never talk about this again, by the way. or els-”

you interrupt his tiny threat by scratching behind his ear one more time and sukuna purrs even louder than before. it’s more high-pitched this time, and he opens his eyes before a pink tint spreads across his face once he realized he purred again.

“d- damn it..”

[paranoiddreams]

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Being Sukuna’s girlfriend is not always easy. He’s the type to show his love rarely, but when he does, it’s aggressive, to say the least.

You’ll often wake up with his large hand wrapped around your neck, his warm fingers just long enough to reach around your entire throat. At first, it was startling—a demon man you just started dating who shows basically no affection is choking you in your sleep? Was he trying to kill you and just got tired half way through??

All of your questions cease although, the moment you find out why he does this. You decided to pretend to be asleep one night as you were lying in his royal chambers, covered in love bites from moments before when he decided to suckle and nip at your skin—another strange way he shows his love for you. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as you hear him walk out of the bathroom, knowing he’s just finished brushing his teeth and is now ready for bed.

The mattress dips when he lies down next to you, inches away at first, but when you feel his large frame hover over your face to make sure you’re asleep, he moves right up against your back. You’re surprised to feel one of his muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist, the other reaching under your head so that you’re essentially using him as a pillow. His chest rumbles lowly when his hand moves below your chin, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as usual.

You’re waiting for a squeeze, the tip of one of his nails jutting into your skin, or even a few harsh words in your ear. But all you feel next is his fingers tightening slowly, the tip of his index hovering just above your pulse point, before pressing into your soft, pliant skin. You feel your heart race against the pad of his finger, then another rumble from his chest against your back.

“Mine,” he whispers gently, before running his thumb over the soft edge of your jawline. He then presses one last kiss to the top of your head before lying his head down and closing his eyes.

Let’s just say, you never question his weird, sometimes animalistic, possession over you; because in reality, he’s just a big guy who doesn’t know how to express his unyielding love for you.

It’s givinggggggg tiger!sukuna. Should I…explore the waters of that concept more? I probably will despite the reaction to this💪🏻🫡

[deathofacupid]

sukuna who hates nicknames. he thinks they're dumb, and doesn't want anyone shortening his name. and why would they? it would be nothing more than dulling his glory, and that was treacherous.

but, on everything that was holy, he hated when you called him 'sukuna'. just couldn't handle it, what a baby, huh? it just felt too informal, like you were just some person.

which you weren't. you were everything to him, the only measly human he'd ever allow in his presence. so, yeah, you got privileges.

"sukuna?" you'd ask, sometimes, wanting his attention. maybe you wanted him to look at this cute pair of boots you found, or a funny cat video.

he would ignore you.

you'd try again, "sukuna?" you think he hasn't heard you, but you can see his eyebrow twitch. "su- oh, my god. 'kuna. ryo. baby. darling. my precious."

and then, he'd look up. "yes, petal?"

"you're such a baby, you know that?"

"do you dare insult me?"

"yes," you deadpan. "now come over here, you big baby."

"tch. manners."

"please, come over here, you big baby."

doesn't matter, he would have succumbed to you, one way or another. he's weak for you like that.

[kashverse]

“i don’t get you,” sukuna mutters, arms resting on his knees as he stares at your cat, who sits primly on the floor, tail flicking lazily. “you’re small. your head is tiny. you have no claws worth a damn, and yet you strut around like you own this place.”

your cat blinks at him slowly. the audacity.

“oh, so now you’re being mysterious? yeah, real intimidating, runt,” sukuna scoffs, leaning in. “tell me, why the hell do you scream at five in the morning for no reason?”

your cat meows. sukuna nods, as if that was an actual answer.

“nah, i don’t buy it. i know when someone’s bullshitting me.” he strokes his chin, as if deep in thought. “and what’s with the scratching? you have a whole damn tree to tear up, but no, it’s gotta be the couch, huh? or my chair. my throne in this shitty modern world.”

your cat remains utterly unfazed, licking a paw and dragging it over its ear. sukuna clicks his tongue in frustration.

“you think you’re untouchable. you think you can do whatever you want just ‘cause you’re small and cute?” he narrows his eyes. “you remind me of someone.”

you narrow your eyes right back from your hiding spot behind the doorway. excuse me?

but sukuna is too deep in his investigation to notice. he gestures toward your phone lying face-down on the table. “and what’s with you and cameras huh? every time there’s a flash, you go feral. you act like you’re being dragged to hell.”

your cat’s ears twitch. a clear tell.

“ohhhh,” sukuna smirks, leaning in like he’s caught onto something juicy. “what, you got a dark past? you some kinda criminal? don’t want your face out there ‘cause you’re on a hit list?”

the cat swipes at sukuna’s knee, and he actually pulls back with a scoff. “oi, don’t get violent with me, brat. i asked a simple question.”

you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“i should make you my disciple,” sukuna suddenly muses, tilting his head as he assesses the feline before him. “you got the attitude down. the little mind games. yeah… you could be something great.”

your cat sneezes.

sukuna frowns, as if personally offended. “...you’re turning down my offer? just like that?”

he sits back with a dramatic sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “unbelievable. you’re worse than your owner.”

excuse me again???

before you can march in and object, your cat gets up, stretches leisurely, and then—just to really assert dominance—turns around and sticks its tail right in sukuna’s face before trotting off.

he stares after it, jaw clenched, eye twitching.

“…i’m gonna eat it.”

you finally lose the battle against your laughter.

[theorphicangel]

clingy bf!sukuna...who swears that he is anything but clingy until he meets you.

clingy to the point where he follows you to the bathroom, keeping you company whilst you take a bath or a shower.

'Sukuna get out.'

'No I gotta piss.'

'You said that fifteen minutes ago and you're still here.'

'Gotta make sure you don't drown or something, you would do some stupid shit like that.'

'Gee thanks.'

also bf!sukuna being clingy to the point where he hangs around the kitchen whilst you cook or clean, following you around just to piss you off.

sukuna being clingy to the point where if you even move an inch off the couch whilst watching a movie, he immediately pauses the screen and asks you where you're going

'to get the popcorn obviously'

'oh.'

but the most clingy version of sukuna is when you wake up early in the morning and attempt to get ready for work.

keyword: attempt

it's like fighting a whole big cat similar to ones that you see in the zoo, sukuna's warm body trapping you in place underneath the sheets.

'i'm not doing this again with you sukuna...'

'mhmmmm.'

'i'm serious' you pinch his tattooed skin yet there's no reaction.

'm' serious too babe.' he groans. His eyes are closed with his pink locks messily arranged. His two hands wrap around your waist with nothing but security. 'you're not leaving.'

'I have a job, a commitment.'

'Is our marriage not a commitment?'

'we're not married 'kuna.'

There's a pause and for a second you think that Sukuna has fallen back to sleep.

'yet.'

'what did you just say?!'