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cologne song • ryomen sukuna

“I know it ain’t Dior, I know it ain’t Baccarat, I know it ain’t Versace but whatever it is, you got me..”

💌: ryomen sukuna was a man and name you’d never forget. And it wasn’t just his looks that had your attention.

themes: fluff, foot locker manager!sukuna, executive, black fem reader, neck/back kissing, lip biting, slow burn-ish, voice kink (if you squint), I just cannot stop thinking about this man and or this song. So enjoy both of my hyper-fixations. 🫶🏾

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it had been some months since you’d settled into life at your new workplace..moving to this new area after accepting the role of general manager for the district. Overseeing several different stores but after your encounter with the manager of store 408, there was no question of where you wanted your home base to be…

“Miss? Everything alright?”

that voice sending flutters and tingles throughout your stomach. Never had a man made you swoon the way ryomen sukuna had. Ironically enough, the two of you didn’t exactly see eye to eye when you first arrived but all that changed after your tensions came to a head one night in his office. After that, your bond grew a bit stronger..both work and personal wise. Where you dreaded coming each day, dealing with his silly antics. You now welcomed being greeted with a ‘good morning, miss’ or ‘gorgeous’ when you worked together. Feeling somewhat sad when you were whisked away to another location. Even then, the two of you were exchanging sweet texts and meeting up after hours to quell your burning desires from the day. But it wasn’t just his smooth charm or looks that had you swooning over the handsome manager. In fact, you adored him for many reasons but the most attractive thing about him, oddly enough was his scent. The scent that lingered with you literally and figuratively, long after the day was done. When the two of you were standing only inches apart in the parking lot when he walked you to your car..face nuzzled in his neck and the smell would waft through your nostrils. His large, inked up arms cradling you close with a large palm cupping your ass. It was fresh on your mind, embedded in your memory even when you made it home.

most men bathed themselves in Axe or Old Spice..dousing themselves in the pungent fragrance that made you quite uncomfortable. Others wore Dior or Versace but only with the hopes of the pheromones inside luring women in. But not one ever possessed the essence and sensual appeal that Mr. Sukuna did. You wouldn’t even entertain the thought of someone else. Often times, he’d walk by you in the store as you took notes, flashing you that sweet smirk and watching you freeze up. He knew the effect he had on you..so you’d just have to ask.

“What’s that cologne you have on?”

“Why? You like it, miss?”

that deep, raspy register sending you swooning. He knew the effect he had over you and used it to his advantage. Whether it was rainy nights when he brought you to his place and the two of you were laid up after amazing lovemaking..his fingers intertwined with your own or lying flat on your tummy as he laces your spine with soft pecks. Every trace of him resides on your senses..he was the textbook definition of not judging a book by its cover because had you never given him a chance, you would’ve never known what it meant to truly love someone..so even now, as you two remain cuddled up in his office..tattooed arms wrapped around your body.

“C’mon miss, I gotta get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Chuckling at the face that you were so needy when you presented such an independent front around others…

“I know but..just a little bit longer?..please?”

he knew that he’d always have you hooked on him, no matter what.

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

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

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

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

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

“Really? That’s good!” Y/N praised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dating Ryomen Sukuna <3

Dating Ryomen Sukuna pt.2 <33

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

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

“I’on need this stupid thing,”

Ohoho but did that stop him from using the thing?

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

aah jujutsu kaisen is such a good vibe for this blog!! could i please get sakusa making a complete and utter mess out of itadoris sweet little girlfriend. a good vessel knows how to share with his curse right?

Ryomen Sukuna

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, religious connotations & blasphemy ig, slight slut shaming if you squint, condescension, mind-break/mind-control, slight hinting to cannibalism again if you squint, forced voyeurism ig

fem reader

"Yuji?"

It was a mistake of you to come. You should have stayed away, you should have listened to the brat's warnings, but you just couldn't bare the thought, could you? Sweet little dumb lamb up for slaughter.

"I'm afraid not, darling."

He took a step forward, you a step back, up all the way into the wall upon the sounds of bones splintering, morphing into a pair of extra arms sprouting out from his sides.

The room was dim, but his eyes glowed a warm ruby red instead of their normal golden brown, the scarring slits carved beneath them both now peeling open, awakening for another pair of jaded eyes looking at you like a predator eyeing prey.

"Yuji? Please..." You tried, but it was in vain.

A smile broke from his face like jagged cracked shards of glass.

"Angel face, I told you... Yuji's not here right now-"

His arms, all four of them, reached out, had you caged between himself, who seemed to grow into a tall menace towering over your small frame, and the cold stiff wall behind you.

"But don't worry... he's watching."

Hands too quick for you to avoid, gripped the fabric of your dress, tearing it off, leaving you bare before the demon in front of you.

"Poor pup is whining like a little bitch... more so than you. But I can't blame him... the brat thinks I'm going to rip your heart from your chest."

The man wearing your boyfriend's face gave a twisted laugh, dark like raked coals, still in Yuji's voice yet so far from a sound he could ever make.

"He fears he'll have to watch the light leave your pretty eyes as you die, your blood staining his fingers an unforgivable scarlet."

You trembled as his hands, the four of them, grabbed your bare waist, his head ducking with a ragged sniff, sighing out in a gasp while levelling with your chest. He gave a small moan in awe before producing his tongue, warm and wet, laving up the valley between your breasts, up your collar and throat, to your ear, whispering on it.

"Don't you cry, turtle dove."

Your arms hung still at your sides like deadweight, not daring to make a move, frozen still, even as the finger from one of his hands curled beneath the band to your underwear, tugging on them in an effortless aim to tear them off.

Your toes curled upon the nippy air kissing your exposed sex, hands clenching when feeling his fingers rub against your slit.

He cooed at you as you whimpered and shook on weak knees, kissing your cheek as another hand spidered up your neck, enclosing large lanky fingers in a snug deadlock around your throat, sharp purple talons sinking playfully into the fine skin in the curve of your jugular, forcing you to look up at him as he stared you down, tears misty in your terror-wide eyes.

"I promise I won't hurt you. I'm not as bad as the brat makes me out to be."

Your eyes blurred to near blindness, unable to focus on anything sept for the burning red residing in his, where it wouldn't surprise you if they started leaking with blood.

Your body rendered to just a rag doll as his bottom arms lifted you up to cradle his torso, one top arm kept between your thighs whilst the other remained wrapping strong fingers tightly around your throat, fingers that would have zero issues snapping your neck if need be.

"It's him you should watch out for... if only you knew what cursed thoughts go tumbling through his brittle hormonal mind..."

He pressed his forehead against yours and continued his taunting, words kissing your face with the stench of his breath.

"Thoughts about you... and all the nasty things he wants to do to you."

There was something wickedly gleeful in his eyes as he sunk two of his fingers inside you, humming at the tightness, spreading them and smiling as you winced at the stretch, otherwise ignoring your horror.

"Torturing himself with lewd pictures of you, thinking about how good you would feel beneath him, wrapped tight around his cock."

Unbothered by how your hands suddenly made to push at his tough chest, his stiff skin liking the attention of your dainty breakable fingers, finding it amusing for a moment, before leaving your throat in favor of gathering your aimless delicate little wrists in a cross above your head, allowing your head to hang and shake from side to side at the thick fingers being pushed inside you.

"Fisting himself until he makes a mess in his bed, your name drooling from his lips." His voice licked at your ears like fire, sending your head spinning like a storm. "You should count your blessings that whatever belongs to him... also belongs to me." He laughed, tightening the hold on your wrists, dragging you up higher in order to lift your head to his level, kissing your unwilling mouth with a smirk.

His arms held you up effortlessly, like you were stuffed with cotton and not flesh and bones, with another hand nudged between your thighs, pumping cruelly long fingers inside you, turning you into honey and velvet, dripping down his tattooed arm, flexing with stiff muscles like the warrior he was.

"Only unlike him... I take good care of my possessions."

His roughened black talons dug in deeper into the soft flesh of your ass, making you whimper, eyes shutting tight, giving way for more fat tears to drizzle down your adorable miserable face.

"And don't shy away from the things I want."

A warm tongue swept up your cheek, giving you no room to avoid it, licking up your tears like he a wasp feasting for honeydew.

"You're too sweet I swear I could devour you both. Gorge myself so wastefully in your warm soft flesh."

He gave a ragged moan, groaning, mouth falling to your chest with his teeth gracing against your collarbones, wide and manic grin spread on his face as he listened to the panicked pitter pat of your precious little fragile heart.

"My two little pets."

He curled his fingers, stretching you out, where the sudden pressure of his sandpaper-rough thumb-pad pressing down on your budding swollen little clit, made you moan out like a little kitten mewing for attention.

"One blundering puppy, and you... sweet soft little innocent bunny in desperate need of corruption."

Your thighs shook upon the guilty knot fighting and twisting in your gut, hopeless eyes looking at the curse where he stood smirking down at your pathetic effort at keeping your undoing at bay, offering no mercy and not a shred of regard despite knowing what he was robbing you of.

"Poor thing, just begging for a helping hand." He purred, hot breath fanning against your already heated face, panting out small adorable whimpers and suppressed moans and frustratedly guilt-ridden whines as you twist on the fingers disappearing inside you, messaging everything tender into a grateful pool in his palm, for where it might have been unwanted, it was pleasure none the less, intimacy unlike anything you'd ever felt before. "Not a single cursed bone in your body, is there?" He admired with a hungry smile, eyes glazed with a sinister heated lustful greed, far away from shameful. "Strictly pure-hearted... just like the angels intended."

You dared look up, only to see him drool like a mongrel, swivel-eyed and manic.

"Forgive me-" He licked his lips, seemingly in an effort to stop salivating, yet only succeeding in slobbering even more, thick drops of spit dripping down onto your chest, making you look down only to see that he'd pulled out that thing Yuji always tried his best hiding when you'd kiss him in manor more heated than chaste. "I'm usually quite the well-behaved curse, but sometimes I just can't seem to hold myself back."

You stirred upon the size, a chill biting up your spine making you swallow thickly.

His large hand having taken hold of his base, stroking tentative fingers up and down his own shaft, smearing pre-cum and spit up alongside thick pulsating veins, rubbing over the glistening red-kissed bulging tip that soon pushed softly into the wet lips of your virgin cunny.

You gasped, squeaking. "No, don't-" But the demon didn't listen, loving how the both you were staring down wide-eyed onto your union, as the thick cock pried your tight walls open, sinking inside you one painful inch at a time.

He groaned at the pressure enveloping him, the resistance no match for his strength, but a resistance none the less.

"Your fault for tempting me." He uttered, squeezing the plush flesh of your ass, lifting you forward to meet him as he bottomed-out inside you. "Don't blame me." His hand ascended to grab your chin, lifting your face so that he could stare down into the pitiful pool of your pretty eyes as he sent you over the edge. "I'm an artist-"

Sweet plaything... you look horrified.

"I see a clean canvas and I just have to go on and destroy it."

He sat curved inside you, bulging out from your poor belly.

"Blame the brat, he's the one who led me to you, offering you to me like a sweet little gift, precious virgin ripe for the plucking."

"Please." You interrupted, clenching tightly around the intruder taking up the taunt space inside, your body jolting at the foreign fulfilling feeling of having something warm and living burrowing itself through you. Virgin anxiety making it feel as though he'd break through whatever weak barrier it pressed up against, how you feared he wasn't satisfied and would continue pushing until fitting inside your stomach and come out through mouth, already choking and hiccuping on the thought alone, clenching around the fat girth of him in hopes of keeping him at bay.

"It's in my nature. You wouldn't want me defying nature, would you?"

His claws pinched at the hallows of your cheeks, not allowing you to look away from the hysterically deranged look on his face, canines sharp as knives dripping with either spit or venom as he smiled down at your horrified little face.

"Truly, everything is as the gods intend."

He seemed to push in deeper, threatening the very thing you feared, feeling so insurmountably big as though reaching inside your organs, stretching you out, poking into and swelling in places that stung and had you recoil each time he made a new move.

"Meaning, they're smiling down at this moment... waiting for the show to begin."

He pulled back with his hips, watching you wince with sadistically gleeful eyes, his smile growing wider at the moan ripped from your chest as he filled you right back up again, reaching deep into that squishy soft spot that had your toes curling and eyes crossing, cute little pink tongue lolling from your mouth as you moaned so ridiculously sweetly for him.

"Yuji~" You whined, which made the demon click his tongue, fucking into you deeper, noticeably harsher with a growl that rippled like an earthquake within his ribcage, sounding ready to level cities.

"Wrong again." He taunted. "Won't you say my name, angel?"

He rocked into you sharply, making you choke on a gasp.

"Won't you moan it for me?" Beginning to roll his hips on repeat, words in a frenzy. "Scream it? Beg and plead and cry with it, carve it like a prayer on your tongue?" His eyes seemed to gleam in some perverted delight. "Come on, give a curse a blessing, and say my name, pretty please, little lamb."

Your eyes turned cotton-flavoured as he kept humping into you, docile and blissful in his arms, hanging off of his every movement.

"Ah- Sukuna~"

He fucked you good and well into the wall, not as harshly as you thought he was going to with the feral smile he gave you while holding your face between his claws, keeping your eyes levelled by his bleeding red gaze. But he took you slow and deep, until you were melting, turning you into jello in his arms.

He hummed, face touching yours while having you completely enslaved to his touch.

"You see, brat?" He whispered. "You were worrying for no reason at all, she can love the both of us."

He sunk in deep, had you enveloping him entirely, even though it seemed impossible.

"Poor sweet thing doesn't have the heart to hate."

You clenched tightly around him, pussy fluttering, kissing alongside his girth while breathing in his exhales.

"Aww, look at you..." He crooned in a soft whisper, still holding your wrists above your head tightly, keeping you firmly pressed against the wall, even as you gave yourself completely away to the gratification he was giving you. "Cock stretching out your tight little cunt." He continued, tone deceptively sweet and soft as he nudged in deeper. "Not so innocent gushing around us like a desperate little whore, are you?"

You gave a moan like a little kitten and he caught your lips in a kiss, softly yet determined to pry open your mouth to explore, tongue swiping along your lips, brushing and playing with yours as you mewed into his mouth, making his face twist again into a wretched gluttonous smirk.

"Tell us how good I'm making you feel, love."

It had been a long time since he had any worshippers. About the same amount of time since he ran out of places to wash the blood from his hands. Which was long ago. People aren't as beholden to true carnage anymore, but he never quite valued those that were either. False worshippers thinking themselves on his level just because they can watch a man beg for his life and not flinch. Silly humans, believing there's strength in disregarding a life, when the real truth is measly human lives have no value to disregard.

Though, he cannot deny he found some pleasure in seeing them bow and sing for him, in the foolishness of it all he might have tipped his head in amusement when he'd find such cute little trinkets at his shrine, goblets brimming with filthy blood of some nameless faceless sinner worth nothing but to water the spider lilies. Naturally, it was more the horrified expressions painting their confused faces once he slaughtered them that brought him joy, to rip them apart as they thought they were safe. That sweet and utter look of betrayal as he sliced open their miserable lives like it meant nothing, having them fully understand that they meant nothing.

But he'd gladly have you.

It might be the brat's influence, but... you would make such a proper little pet, sitting on his lap, snug against his chest, inside the warmth of his kimono with a collar around your throat, pretty markings decorating your soft flesh stating his claim on your terribly adorable fickle soul.

"Come on, love, tell me how much you adore me and I'll give you what you want." His voice was like an echo, filling your mind like an empty cup, ridding it of all other thoughts. "Say the words, little one, and I promise the reward will be worth it."

You couldn't bare the thought of breaking from his eyes, even though you felt as though you was drowning in them, spellbound with your legs tangled around him, urging him to continue whatever sweet sin he'd ensnared you in.

"I love you."

He doesn't remember the last time he'd heard a voice so sweet, so fruitful and whole and holy and his.

The angels must be weeping at the scene, it would give him goosebumps if he wasn't so focused on fulfilling his promise and give you, his sweet precious little thing, what your poor body was aching for.

"You want this, little lamb?"

He angled his hips, his cockhead nudging into a terribly sensitive spot that had your thighs quivering, nodding your head with large pleading doe-eyes, bottom lip caught in your teeth as you clung to his torso tighter, pulling on him like a needy little devotee happy and thirsty for the attention your god was giving you.

"So clingy..." He commented with a snicker, fucking into you again, moulding your insides with the thick curve of his manhood, sending your tummy into a turmoil, spurring and curling like an adder, tightening like a coil, something breaking, falling apart, unwinding and releasing in a spurr, tight gummy walls dancing alongside his cock, milking him in a desperate need for him to empty his balls inside you, fill you up with sticky warmth, make you dumb with pleasure. "Don't worry your sweet little head, angel face, I'll give you what you need. You keep looking at me like that and I'll make a pretty mess of you soon."

You whined in torment at his teasing as he left you wanting for his lips on yours and his seed to spill and paint your insides with milk.

"Well, if you want it so badly, why don't you beg for it?" His eyes glinted dangerously, and you felt compelled to roll your hips like a needy bitch in heat as you whimpered for him, wanting so desperately to hop on his cock and milk him for every single precious drop of cum.

Poor Itadori was crying too. Rendered to watch her pretty little girl's tits bounce up and down, only allowed to feel every lick and kiss and pump and your weeping tight virgin cunt squeeze him for his cum, but not allowed to touch.

He was begging too.

A string of sobbing delirious pleas spluttering from his lips in a raving stream of drool, needing so badly to fill your precious perfect tight cunny with cream.

But Sukuna was far from kind enough to give him the honor of deciding when they were to empty their balls inside your cute cunt, and too selfish to give in to what the two of you wanted so eagerly when you were both singing such sweet pleading hymns for him, begging so preciously for something only he could give you, something he'd keep from you until you were both reduced to pathetic puddles of your own mess, brainless and willing to give up all and everything if only to get a taste of that thing he'd convinced you both was softer and sweeter and better than anything heaven could offer damned sinful creatures such as you.

Boyfie Sukuna in your bed in the morning

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

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

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

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

You smile fondly at him and whisper,

"Hey, baby."

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

"Hmm, princess. What are you doing?"

Your smile grows and you snap another picture.

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

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

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

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

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

Reblogs and comments would be very sweet 💗

Warden!Sukuna x Inmate!Reader

Warnings: suicide mentioned (wasnt done), degrading, throat fucking, face slapping, and spitting (ONCE)

wc: 773

Notes: probs pt 1

Lets start off with the basics

You were in jail for something petty…almost

Petty being attempted murder

It didn’t matter, you acted out of self defense but everything was just against you that day

The jury was split and jail was bestowed upon you by some scrawny man who didn’t like how you glared at the man you almost killed…pussy

Jail was hell. It was smelly and 100% not your cup of tea

Fights every other hour, one pair of underwear, less than 10 minutes in a shower, it was everything you didn’t want or need in life

The only thing keeping you going was the warden

Suicide was an option during your first 2 weeks but the wardens visit is what deterred you away from any thoughts

He was tall, had pink hair, gorgeous tattoos, and just mouth watering to put it plain and simple

Basically almost every females wet dream

“Alright ladies you know what time it is,” His booming voice echoed through the cell block

This happened every 2 weeks, the warden checking your cell

Sukuna’s power in general was feared

The amount of power he radiated was overwhelming to say the least

You always found yourself with problems

Girls starting fights with you, hiding contraband in your room the whole 9 yards

You weren’t top in your cell block, however, you could very well easily take that spot

This time you were in the clear (or so you thought) you luckily haven't had a cellmate in a few months

“Congratulations y/n, nothing this time,” Sukuna whispered in your ear. He smirked at your face and rubbed something in his pocket

Your heart instantly dropped to your ass

thanking whatever god that was above. he found something but wasn’t holding you accountable…yet

He finished his search and left, a few girls were taken to solitary confinement

Soon enough you did find yourself in a fight, not swinging first aided you for once and you both were instantly brought to Sukuna’s office

“Couldn’t even wait for me to be settled in could you two?”

Your eyes were set on the floor, the girl next to you already allowing her mouth to run

Sukuna ordered her out immediately, sending her to solitary confinement

You however remained silent completely missing the questions and directions you were given

“I said, who the fuck put a shiv in your fuckin’ room?”

You were stunned but kept quiet

The world had always been against you, and the deep timbre of his voice and the small bit of anger laced in it made your thighs clench shamefully

“You never learn do you”

Next thing you know you’re in solitary confinement, on your knees with your mouth wide open to accommodate Sukunas thick and lengthy cock

Your eyes were glassy and tears were streaming down your face while you let the warden abuse your tight throat

His thrusts were sharp, not allowing any air to come through your mouth or nose for that matter

“Fuck your throat’s the best,” he rasped. “Thats fuckin’ right suck my fuckin cock you slut.”

He pulled you back and grinned devilishly down at you. You followed his cock eager to have it abusing your throat once more only to hear him laugh and slap your face

“You’re a filthy cock drunk whore aren’t you,” Sukuna asked. You whined and opened your mouth.

“Please sir, use me, fuck…please,” you cried.

He wasted no time with picking you up and forcing your head over the edge of the bed, giving him leverage to see his cock bulge deep in your throat

He couldnt resist putting his hand on your throat and stroking it opposite of his thrusts making him groan out, “Fuck, yes. God fuckin’ damn, take my nut you nasty slut.” he hunched forward and jackhammered into your throat, his hand tight on your neck while his balls were slapping your nose giving you the delicious lightheaded feeling

Feeling his cock go deeper in your throat made his head spin, you gagged at the perfect time, practically ripping his orgasm from him, “fuckin’ take it. Good. Fucking. Girl.” he accentuated his final spurts of delicious cum with rough thrusts

He pulled himself out and grinned at the mess of saliva across your face

“Open.” you obeyed and opened your mouth, earning a glob of spit on which you swallowed “good girl.” with a slap to your cheek he tucked his cock into his work pants

“Bad girls get reprimanded, if i have to I’ll put you in here time and time again until you act straight, you got that?”

You nodded your head with a dumb smile and watched as he retreated from the room, a small pep in his step.

lol

part 2

pow pow 💥

ac: kcokaine_

can’t wait for trueform sukuna to be animated!!

ac: neverwho_art

Could you please do husband sukuna?

rhymes — sukuna x f!reader

a/n: don’t worry I will post my own “GOJO IS BACK” drabble later but let’s have some husband + dad sukuna first

“you.”

“y-yes, my lord?”

“where is y/n?”

“in the m-main bedroom, my lord.”

“hm,” sukuna hums as he walks towards the bedroom. he hears squealing, giggling, and cackling from the inside.

just what the hell is being done in his bedroom?

raising an eyebrow, he kicks the door open to reveal both you and his son jumping on the queen sized bed you both sleep on.

“little bunny foo foo jumping through the forest!” you sing and your son giggles, jumping to your rhythm. you take notice of your husband’s arrival and leap at him, “welcome home!”

he is annoyed, but he catches you with a grunt, nonetheless.

“what’re you doing jumping on the bed I made the servants make especially for us so it suits your peculiar tastes?” he grumbles.

you shrug with a smile, “our dear son wanted some time to unwind and who am I to say no to him?”

“you’re his mother. you should have more resistance to his ‘cuteness’ than this; he will grow up to be a king,” he concludes and your son ignores him, still jumping on the bed.

you giggle, “and that’s why I am the fun parent, my dear husband,” you sigh softly and pull him down to press a kiss on his cheek, “I missed you.”

“do it properly,” he says and pulls you up to him and presses a scandalous kiss on your lips. you smack his shoulder lightly after he lets go and he merely chuckles.

“stop doing that in front of our son!”

sukuna smirks and you simply roll your eyes.

“mommy, look I am flying!”

“yes I know, sweetie; that’s awesome!”

“mommy, look I am a superhero!”

“I know, love; you’re the best superhero,” coo at your son who is still jumping on the bed.

your husband just looks at him and wonders how the hell does he get the energy.

personally, you have no idea, but something tells you it’s the genetics from your dear husband who is also the king of curses.

sukuna huffs and pulls you by the waist to him, “you keep spoiling him, but you neglect me?”

“I spoil you both and you know it.”

“do you now?” he challenges and you look at him blankly.

“sukuna, i need to go to work,” you mumble.

“no.”

“no?”

he pulls you closer and nods, “you will stay here til I have had enough of you.”

“BUT YOU NEVER HAVE ENOUGH AND I CAN’T STAY CUDDLING WITH YOU! WHAT ABOUT MY JOB?!”

“you’re married to the king of curses; that’s the last thing you should be worried about,” he deadpans.

“that has nothing to do with spoiling me; you’re just weak-willed,” he grins and you think that, maybe, kicking him in the nuts won’t be so bad.

your son can live without sibling; it will be okay.

you quip, “then how about the time I got you breakfast in bed?”

“the chef was the one cooked it; you only delivered it to my room.”

“why don’t you believe that I cooked it?”

“cause your cooking is awful; it’s probably the only thing close to a poison that could actually kill me.”

you and your son gasp, but your son is the one to retort to his father, “mommy cooked it all by herself! you ungrateful old man!”

you’re about to scold your son to not insult his father but to your surprise, your husband is one step ahead of you.

however, you would’ve preferred if he didn’t even act cause the moron pushed your son off the bed.

your son screams before falling off and hitting the ground in a way that was far from harmless. slowly, his cries grow and he starts wailing and sobbing.

sukuna smirks, “no more monkeys jumping on the bed.”

“SUKUNA! HE IS CRYING!”

“he is my son; he can handle it.”

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Yall, I finally was able to get the bag I wanted and I fucking love it lol 😂 Sukuna looks so pookie-coded and I’m fucking here for it❤️ I love the green color too omg😍😍

college bully suku :c pt. 1 -> pt. 2

“p-please don’t be mean..!”

he pinches at your flushed cheek, watching your steps tumble back, falling against a wall of lockers.

“look at you. like a dumb little puppy, who wouldn’t be?

your hand reaches up to his, attempting to loosen his mean grip on your jaw. tears unexpectedly flood your glossy orbs, looking up to the man for any hint of mercy.

“shit. so fuckin’ pretty.” he groans out shakily, pressing a knee in between your thighs and pressing up against your cunt, making you squirm. his free hand comes down to palm over his bulge, a short chuckle when you notice and gasp.

“see what you do to me?”

he pulls your hand off his, bringing it below and placing your shaky digits across the stiff tent on his pants. you let out a whine at the thick length that seems to drag on forever.

“‘s all your fault. you have to take care of it.”

he releases all grip on you, relocating his hand to wrap around the small of your arm. he tugs you aside into the janitors room, which had been conveniently nearby.

your thighs clench with need as you’re pressed against the closed door, if somehow holding them together would make you seem less needy, less desperate.

“know you want this, dirty girl. ya wanna act all big ‘nd brave but yer cunt never lies, hm?”

he drags a thick finger under your thin skirt, experienced fingers quickly locating the sticky patch of cum in the crotch of your panties.

“n-not there, sukuna..!”

“mm,” he snickers. “you sure you didn’t already cum, pup? look at you.” your face flushes, whines and sobs that grow louder at his teasing remarks; afraid that if the man spoke anymore, you may actually reach your high.

he rubs at your soft clit feverently, short bites nipping at the soft skin of your neck. he whispers,

“say you want it pup. tell me you want it. tell me how ya want my fingers and mouth on your little cunt, ‘nd how bad ya want my cock.”

“s-suku—“

“c’mon, pup. don’t try to fight it, yeah. just give in.”

“w-wan’ it sukuna..! w-want you s’bad, always h-have..! p-please.!”

desperate nothings continue to spill from your lips, but your pleads are heard. your knees buckle at the sensation nearing your high, but the man holds you steady by the soft fat of your hips.

you feel a light chuckle against your ear, but all is lost when the man pulls his hands away from your swollen cunt.

“w-wait, you said— s-sukun—“

your left to topple onto the ground once he lets go, face teary and still a heavy blush that has not left since the man’s arrival. he crouches down in front of you, head tilted up to his when your questioning orbs meet his.

“nuh uh. if ya want more, gotta come to my dorm. ‘s room 208. got it?”

he lets out yet another light chuckle before allowing himself out the closet, leaving you desperate, needy, and definitely going back for more.

Sukuna's concubine breastfeeding their newborn

and sukuna falling for her again

Established relationship between Sukuna and his favorite concubine

No usage of Y/N, true form Sukuna, Heian era

In Sukuna's private chamber, you're breastfeeding your 1 week old son on the bed covered with deep red blankets with him watching. You feel your cheeks getting hot, and you slightly pull your bottom lip between your teeth from shyness.

You feel embarrassed. Your pretty breasts are round and plump, full of milk and slightly sore. Your newborn latches on your breasts so cutely that you forget your shyness, melting into the cuteness of the tiny face looking up at you so innocently as if it needs you the most. You gently caress your son's soft cheeks as you hold his tiny body with one hand.

You feel a strong hand grabbing your chin, slowly guiding you to look up at Sukuna's stern face. He's mesmerized. He caresses your soft lips, then your jaw.

"M... my lord?" Your breath quickens.

"You look... motherly." His eyes linger on the sight of your full breasts.

You become so shy that you try freeing your face from his grip, but he tightens it slightly and gently.

"Why so shy, little one?" He chuckles softly.

Your eyes look in another direction with a small frown.

He sighs "Woman... you are the mother of my heir, and you are still shy in front of me."

He makes you this way. You crave his validation and attention - which is already yours - but when his eyes are on you, you're suddenly shy, embarrassed, and nervous.

You swallow, looking at him innocently. "Not... under my control, my lord."

He rumbles. "What am I gonna do with you and your cuteness? I have no other choice but to put another baby in you."

You're shocked and stunned by the sudden statement. "I... just gave birth recently!"

He chuckles, caressing your hair, massaging it, making you relaxed. "Of course not now. Anytime you were ready, little one. But I can't get enough of your motherly side."

After the breastfeeding, the three of you sleep on the bed with the two of you and your son lying on Sukuna's broad chest, his four arms wrapped around you both under the warm blankets. You look up at him and kiss his jaw. He smiles slightly, caressing and gently squeezing your waist, showing appreciation.

If Gege knew the concept of "happiness".

WE’RE JUST FRIENDS..RIGHT?

GETO SUGURU X READER

Part 3

➛ summary: you and Suguru have been friends since you were kids. On one drunken night things take a turn and you end up sleeping together. What could possibly go wrong? After all, you’re just friends, right?

➛ warnings: angst, cursing, heartbreak, alcohol consumption, AU (college students and non sorcerers), toxic situation, a lil bit of gaslighting

➛ WC: 5.6k

➛ A/N: welcome back again! We are fast approaching the finale for this series. I’m gonna apologise in advance to all the people who were cheering for Sukuna last time, my bad. This part is almost more kind of filler and rounding some parts off. Drama is kicking off too. I’m ngl I’m not 100% happy with how this part turned out but ya girl has no time to rewrite the whole thing so we move. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. See you in part 4!

Things with Sukuna are good. He was everything you’d looked for in Suguru. The only small issue being, he wasn’t Suguru. As much as you hated it, you knew you still loved Suguru.

You still haven’t slept with Sukuna. You guys have continued to fool around, a lot. But there’s something that stops you from taking that final step. Something holding you back.

Over the next few weeks you get back to hanging out with your friends more often, just like old times. Sukuna occasionally comes along too. Your friends seemingly taking to him well.

However, even though Suguru is there 9 times out of 10 too, something has changed. He’s avoiding you like the plague.

Is this because of what happened at the frat party? It begins to bother you a little.

Yes, you are mad at him. Yes, you didn’t know where your relationship went from here, but the tension was awful. It was staring to affect the group.

You walk with Shoko and Utahime after class one afternoon, discussing said tension.

“I think you guys need to talk about it.” Shoko suggests, popping her lollipop back into her mouth. “And say what?” You laugh. “I know you broke my heart and damaged our 11 year friendship, but can we stop being awkward with each other and acknowledge each others existence.”

Utahime laughs. “Ok, maybe don’t word it like that, but words to that effect may work. Don’t know until you try.” She shrugs.

“But he hasn’t even apologised. No real explanation. Nothing.” You sigh. “So why should I make any effort when he hasn’t apologised for fucking someone else when we had, well, whatever the hell we had going on.” You ask them.

“Hold up. You think he fucked Sophie?” Shoko stops you. “Well, yeah.” You shrug.

You’d never actually asked for details. You just assumed after what you saw that that’s where things had gone.

“Y/N they didn’t have sex. Did he kiss her? Yeah, I mean you saw he did. But there was never any peen in vajayjay action.” Shoko tells you as she keeps walking.

You stop in the hall, Shoko and Utahime stop to look back at you.

“So, he didn’t sleep with her?” You ask softly. “How do you know?” You look between Shoko and Utahime.

“Gojo.” They say at the same time.

“Well, what’s to say he didn’t lie to the guys?” You question. “Why would he lie? Especially to the guys.” Utahime points out. “Suguru is alot of things but if he’d slept with her he’d just admit it. Especially when he’d already been caught.” She shrugs. Shoko nods in agreement.

Did this fix things? Absolutely not. But, a kiss wasn’t as bad as sleeping with her. You think that maybe one day you could move past it, maybe even have a friendship again.

“We’re not saying you should just forgive him and be besties again by any means.” Shoko says. “We were there that night, we saw how much he hurt you. But if you guys can at least come to some agreement of how to be civil if you’re around each other then what’s the harm?” You nod in thought.

“We will always have you back, babe. We aren’t saying what he didn’t wasn’t wrong because it was beyond wrong. We just want us all to be able to hang out without the tension.” Utahime tells you.

You didn’t want your friends to feel like they were stuck in the middle of things. You think it’s time for you and Suguru to have a chat.

Suguru is walking across campus, heading to his next class. He pulls his headphones off as he gets closer to the building.

“Suguru!” He turns at the sound of his name.

Suguru watches you come jogging over to him. Was something wrong? Why were you suddenly seeking him out to talk to him? Not that he was complaining.

He knows he’s been avoiding you lately. Not wanting to cause any issues but it’s been so fucking hard.

“You didn’t sleep with her.” You say abruptly as you reach him, slightly out of breath. “Sleep with who?” He asks, puzzled by your sudden statement.

“Sophie.” You say, like it’s obvious. “No. Of course I didn’t.” He shakes his head. “Wait, you thought we had sex?” You nod at him.

“It never went past that stupid kiss.” He says, looking at the ground in shame. “I spent the rest of the night searching the house for you and then went to Shoko’s and then Utahime’s to look for you.” He clarifies.

“Oh.” You breathe. You feel a little bit of relief at the fact they never slept together. That he’d immediately tried to find you.

“S-so you didn’t even meet up with her after that?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. “Hell no!” He laughs. “Actually I was kind of rude to her at a party.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Told her to stay the fuck away from me.” He says sheepishly.

“Oh.” You say again.

You both stand there awkwardly. This is the most civilly you’d spoken in months.

Suguru realises it’s now or never to ask for a chance to sit down and talk with you. Properly talk. Sukuna be damned. The man can snap Suguru’s legs if he wants but this conversation needed to happen.

“Do you maybe have some time later? I think we need to talk a little.” Suguru says finally.

You think on it for a second. Deciding if it’s a good idea before you think back to your conversation with Shoko and Utahime. They said you guys should probably sit down and talk. This was that opportunity.

“Uh, sure. I’m free after 4.” You tell him. “Meet at the cafe down the street?” He suggests. “Yeah. I’ll see you there.” You nod.

You both say a quick goodbye before you head to your separate classes.

This was Suguru’s chance. A chance to really apologise. A chance to make an attempt to repair your friendship of 11 years. He could only hope you felt the same.

You walk into the small cafe just off of campus at 4:30 to see Suguru already at a table waiting for you.

“Hi.” You say as you sit down. “Hey.” He smiles.

The meeting feels a little awkward. Neither of you knowing where to start.

“So, uh-“ Suguru clears his throat. “I asked you here because I want to apologise.” He begins.

Your heart starts beating rapidly. You don’t know if you can listen to his apology without reliving everything and it breaking your heart all over again. The scars from what happened still raw.

“I was an asshole. I blamed what happened on alcohol instead of taking accountability.” He sighs. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. For all of it. I shouldn’t have told you what was going on between us made us just friends because that wasn’t true.” Suguru looks into your eyes.

“I mean yes we were best friends, but it was so much more than that.” He smiles sadly. “I should never have flirted with Sophie and I should have never kissed her either. That was unacceptable and completely disrespectful, and I own up to that.” He gulps.

You’re a little taken back by how open he’s being, how he’s attempting to own his fuck up. Suguru had always been someone who struggled to be open about things, especially things like this.

You’ve known the man for 11 years, so for him to be admitting his wrong doings means he know he really messed up.

“I swear that it was nothing more than a kiss. But I know even the kiss happening was not ok. No I didn’t initiate it, but I also didn’t push her away.” He continues. “It wasn’t on the alcohol, it was on me. I’m a dumbass and I own the fact that I made a mistake. I hurt you when you’re the last person I ever wanted to hurt. I’m really fucking sorry. For everything.”

“I know you may never forgive me and if that’s the consequences of my actions then I just have to accept that. But just know I still care about you and I hope we can be friends again one day. Even if it’s not the same as before. I just don’t want to lose you forever.” He finishes.

Suguru feels like he might be sick as you stare at him wide eyed. Why aren’t you saying anything?

“T-thank you for your apology.” You say quietly, still a little dumbfounded by what just happened. “Sorry, I don’t know how I feel about it right now. That was a lot to take in.” You stare at your hands.

“That’s ok. You don’t need to say anything. But I needed to apologise.” He says softly.

“I don’t know if our friendship can be fixed honestly, but I’d like it if we could at least attempt to get along again.” You suggest. “Y/N, we were friends for 11 years. I don’t need to ‘attempt’ to get along with you or like you. I still care about you.” He smiles softly. You nod.

“So we can try to be cool with each other?” He asks, hope filling his chest. “Yeah. I’d like that.” You finally say.

Suguru feels like he can finally breathe again.

He’s still in love with you, pretty sure he always will be. Although he chose not to bring that up in his apology, knowing it would probably only push you away.

That, and the fact you’re dating someone. No matter how much Suguru hates the guy, he needs to be respectful, even if it’s only for your sake. Despite his previous behaviour at the party, he realises that now.

If Sukuna makes you happy then he needs to try and be happy for you. He had his chance and he fucked it up. If all he can have with you now is friendship then he’ll take it. He’d rather have you in his life than not at all.

Over the next few weeks you and Suguru get along a little better.

You’re able to be civil with each other. Brief flickers of your pervious friendship sometimes shining through. The tension in group hang outs seems to begin to dwindle.

There’s the occasional awkward moment but they seem to be becoming few and far between. It gives you both hope that one day you’ll have your best friend back.

You all arrange to have a night out at one of the college bars in town.

You arrive at Gojo’s apartment, giving a quick rap on the door before you walk in.

You’re greeted with music and the sound of people laughing.

“What’s up, doll. Where’s the man this time?” Toji calls from the kitchen. “Oh he’s away to visit his nephew. Back tomorrow morning.” You tell him.

You’d told Sukuna about your conversation with Suguru, not wanting to keep any secrets. It didn’t go how you’d thought.

When you’d told him how Suguru had apologised and you’d agreed to try and get along, he merely scoffed saying “and you were dumb enough to fall for that?”

His comment had hurt your feelings, which you had voiced to him. You’d also brought up the fact you and Suguru had 11 years of friendship before that too.

He didn’t take that well. Your once calm and collected man showing flickers of someone you didn’t recognise. Throwing insults at you like it was nothing.

However, you’d let it go. Hoping it was just him trying to be protective of you.

You do some pregaming at Gojo’s before you all head to the bar.

You all take an Uber to the bar. The vibes are good. There’s minimal awkward tension lingering. Could things really get back to normal?

Well as normal as it gets with this friend group.

Toji finds a booth for you all to sit in as Nanami goes to get the first round of drinks.

You plop down next to Shoko, Suguru sitting opposite you.

Nanami comes back with the beers, sliding one to each of you before he scoots over Suguru to sit down.

You and Suguru keep accidentally making eye contact, laughing awkwardly each time it happens.

Eventually the whole group is having a joint conversation. Talking about some drama happening on campus.

“No, but I heard it was the whole football team.” Gojo whispers. “The whole football team? L-like at once?” Utahime gasps. “That’s what I heard.” Gojo nods, sipping his beer. “You’re such a little gossip, Satoru.” Suguru laughs as the rest of you join in. “Yeah, like you don’t enjoy the gossip I hear.” Gojo snorts.

Suguru goes to speak again but a song distracts him. We can’t be friends by Ariana Grande is playing over the speakers.

“We can’t be friends. But I’d like to just pre-etend.”

The energy between you and Suguru shifts. The song hitting on a much deeper level.

“Wait until you like me again. Wait for your love. My love, I’ll wait for your love.” Ariana’s voice comes through the speakers.

Was this some kind of fucked up joke from the universe?

You stare at each other. A thousand words being exchanged without either of you opening your mouths. You swallow deeply.

The rest of the group just silently watches. Not wanting to interrupt but hoping things aren’t about to become awkward again.

As much as you’ve tried to fight it, you know deep down you still love Suguru and that he still loves you too.

Suguru clears his throat. “Excuse me. Bathroom.” He says quickly, sliding out of the booth.

You feel 5 pairs of eyes silently watching you.

You clear your throat, blinking a few times as you try to keep your emotions at bay. “Anyway.” You say, forcing a smile and hoping someone jumps in to save you here.

“No, but I heard—“ Shoko begins.

Thank god for Shoko.

You take her hand under the table, squeezing it gently as if to say thank you. She gives you a squeeze back to let you know she’s got you.

Crisis averted? You hope.

You sit there, silently listening to the conversation. Your mind elsewhere as your eyes keep sliding over to the bathroom door.

Where is he? Is he ok? Should you check on him?

Just as the thought crosses your mind, Suguru comes out of the bathroom.

He walks straight over to the bartender. They chat for a second before Suguru hands over his card to pay.

After a few moments the bartender slides 3 shots in Suguru’s direction.

Those first 3 shots turn into another 3. Then another. Then another.

2 hours later Suguru is beyond hammered. He can barely keep himself upright and looks like he could fall asleep at any moment.

He came back to the table at some point. Sitting silently as he became more and more intoxicated. Only speaking to excuse himself while he bought more shots.

At one point Toji mentioned to him about slowing down. Pacing himself. He only received a grunt in response.

When it came time to leave Nanami and Gojo had to help Suguru out of the bar.

They got as far as just outside of the exit, all of you following behind, before Suguru seemed to give up on his attempts to walk.

He slumped against the wall, slowly sliding down until his ass was on the sidewalk.

The rest of you watch as Gojo tries to convince the man to get up. They bicker back and forth before Suguru snaps at him.

“Go away, Gojo. Leave me alone.” You hear Suguru mumble, pulling his arm away from Gojo yet again. Gojo sighs before he comes back over to you all.

“Ok, that drunk asshole is refusing to move.” Gojo says, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Let’s just leave him then.” Toji shrugs. “We can’t just leave him here like that.” Nanami points out.

You watch Suguru sitting on the ground. Head leaning back against the wall, eyes shut, long legs stretched out in front of him. He clearly has no intention of moving anytime soon.

The rest of the group start bickering amongst themselves. Arguing what to do with him.

You watch Suguru for a few more seconds, nibbling at your lip. “Let me try.” You say suddenly. “Y/N, I don’t think that’s a goo-“ Shoko starts but you’re already walking over to the drunk man.

Suguru can hear someone approaching. “Fuck off, Gojo. M’not leavin’.” He slurs, not even opening his eyes. “Unless I grew a penis overnight and a foot taller, I’m not Gojo.” You state.

Suguru cracks an eye open at the sound of your voice, eyeing you quickly before he shuts it again. This stubborn motherfuc-

“C’mon, Sugu.” You coax. “We gotta leave.” A small lopsided smile spreads across his drunk face. “W-what are you smiling at?” You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious. “Y’called me ‘Sugu’ jus’ like y’used too.” He chuckles.

You feel a blush spread across your cheeks. You didn’t even realise you’d said it. “Was just a slip of the tongue.” You say, clearing your throat. “Seriously, let’s go Suguru.”

A little pout spreads over his lips that he’s now back to ‘Suguru’, but he finally stands.

He wobbles a little, unsteady on his feet, before he feels you tuck yourself under his arm — your arm reaching around his waist to hold him upright. “Ready?” You huff. He just hums in response.

Once you have him steady you begin walking towards the rest of the group.

Your friends watch in awe as you manage to get the 6’3 man to finally make some type of attempt to leave.

“So you can listen to her but not to me?” Gojo quirks a brow as you both approach. “Mhm.” Suguru hums. “She’s scarier than you.” He smirks at Gojo.

You snort as you both keep walking. The rest of the group following behind as you try and balance 6’3 worth of dead weight.

You eventually make it back to Gojo’s. Toji and Nanami take over from you and help Suguru to a bedroom to lie down.

Gojo had invited you all to sleep over earlier in the night. Plus side of having a rich ass friend, he has plenty of bedrooms for you all to sleep in after a drunken night out.

You drop down onto the couch next to Utahime with a sigh, slipping of your shoes and wiggling your toes.

“You good?” She whispers, placing her hand on yours. “Yeah, sweetie. I’m fine. Promise.” You wink at her. She just nods softly.

You head to the kitchen to raid Gojo’s refrigerator for some water and see if there’s any snacks.

On your way back to the living room you watch Toji come storming down the hall, mumbling something about ‘a giant man baby’ as he marches past you.

You furrow your brows before you see Nanami poking his head out of one of the bedrooms, searching for something. As he spots you he waves you over.

You place you stuff back on the counter quickly before walking down the hall. “What’s up?” You ask.

Just as you finish talking you hear an irritated sounding Suguru start ranting. “He’s a fuckin’ dick. M’not a man baby.” A hiccup interrupts his rant. “Excuuuse me for not wantin’ his hairy ass —hic— t’read me a fuckin’ bedtime story.”

You roll your eyes. Suguru could get a little, well, sassy, when he had too much to drink.

“I’m really sorry to ask for your help, but have you got any advice on how I can get him to calm down?” Nanami whispers, eyes pleading for any type of help as he pulls the door shut slightly.

You let out a sigh, tilting your head up to the ceiling. “I’ll deal with him.” You mumble. “Oh, Y/N. T-that’s not what I meant. You don’t have to do-“ Nanami stutters.

“—Hic. And another thing-“ Suguru shouts, starting a new rant.

“Nanamin, if you go in there he’s just going to start shouting at you next. I’ll deal with him. I know how to get him to calm down.” You tell him. “You sure?” He asks, looking at you for any signs of doubt. You nod. “I got it.” You say, squeezing his arm gently to let him know it’s ok.

Nanami moves out of your way to let you into the room. “I’ll wait here. Just in case you need me to take over.” He states. You nod before knocking on the door gently to warn Suguru before you enter.

“What?” Suguru grunts. He’s sitting upright when you enter. Shirtless, with his bottom half under the covers, long hair sitting gracefully on his shoulders. You try desperately to keep your eyes focused on his face only.

“You need to chill the fuck out.” You tell him sternly. “Toji -hic- started it.” He murmurs, crossing his arms over his naked chest.

Suguru watches you walk into the bathroom before you appear back with a glass of water.

You walk around to the side of the bed, handing him the glass.

He stares at it blankly. “What’s -hic- this for?” You roll your eyes. “To sober you up a little and get rid of your hiccups.” You have to stifle a laugh as the giant of a man’s whole body jumps with his next hiccup.

“Thanks.” He grunts, blush spreading across his cheeks.

You sit at the end of the bed while Suguru drinks some water.

“They were just trying to help you know.” You say quietly. “They didn’t have to be so annoyin’ about it. Treatin’ me like I’m a child.” He mumbles. “Maybe they wouldn’t treat you like a child if you weren’t acting like one.” You say, raising your brows at him.

That comments just earns you another grunt.

“You need more water?” You offer him. “No, thanks. Think I need to try and sleep this off.” He yawns, rubbing his eyes.

You get off the bed to let him get under the covers properly.

“Sure you don’t want a bedtime story?” You joke. “That depends. Is it from you or Toji?” He quirks his brow. You tap your chin as if in thought. “I mean Toji does have a very soothing voice.” You smirk. Suguru just roll his eyes at you as you laugh.

“You need to apologise to them in the morning.” You tell him softly. “I know.” He sighs.

There’s silence between you both.

“Alright, since you’ve calmed down now, I’ll let you get some sleep.” You start to move out of the room.

“Wait!” Suguru calls. “C-can you stay? Just for a bit. J-just until I fall asleep.” He stutters. “Fine.” You breathe.

You sit in the extra space on the bed as Suguru turns on his opposite side so he’s facing you.

His eyes are shut, long eyelashes resting on his cheeks, hair splayed across the pillow. He’s got a rosy tinge to his cheeks from the alcohol.

You forgot how long his eyelashes are. Forgot about the light freckles that dance across his nose and cheeks. Forgot about the, now almost completely faded, scar on his lip. He got it from getting punched after he fought a boy who pushed you off the swing set.

Steam was practically coming out of 10 year old Suguru’s ears when you came to him crying about what happened.

You smile at the memory of how he always, always, defended you.

You don’t realise you’re staring until Suguru speaks. “Can feel you staring, creeper.” He huffs a laugh, popping open one eye to look at you. “Was not.” You grumble with a smile, crossing your arms.

There’s silence for the next few minutes. Suguru’s breathing starts to become deeper, letting you know he’s starting to drift off too sleep. “G’night. I love you.” He mumbles, sleep taking over him. “Night.” You say back softly.

Once you’re sure he’s asleep you slip off the bed as quietly as possible.

You walk over to the door, turning back before you leave. “I love you too.” you whisper into the silence before you step out of the room, closing the door gently.

The next morning you wake in one of Gojo’s many bedrooms. You stretch your body before the smell of food wafts under the door. Your stomach growling at the smell.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, ready to head to the kitchen and see who’s cooking.

As you open the bedroom door the door opposite opens too. A very hungover looking Suguru drags his feet out of the room.

“G’morning.” He grunts while rubbing his eyes, morning voice still fresh. You can’t help the little tingle you get in your spine at the sound.

“Morning. How you feeling?” You ask gently. “Like shit.” He chuckles. “Yeah, tequila will do that to you.” You laugh.

You both walk down the hall silently before it opens up into the kitchen.

Gojo and Nanami are in the kitchen, backs turned to the two of you.

“Good morning!” Gojo announces loudly. “Shh, man. Inside voice.” Suguru groans, rubbing his temples. “Woah, you look like shit.” Gojo laughs at him. “Thanks.” Suguru grunts, heading towards the living room. Probably off to do his apology rounds.

“You ok?” Gojo whispers to you. Nanami takes the pan off of the stove, placing it to the side as he comes over to join the conversation.

“Yeah, fine. Those beds are so fucking comfy.” You yawn. “I think he meant more about you having to put Suguru to bed.” Nanami whispers.

“Oh.” You breathe. “Yeah, I’m all good. I knew he wouldn’t argue with me.” You shrug. “Better than him shouting at any of you guys. You know how he can get.” You chuckle nervously.

Nanami and Gojo nod. “Well, thank you anyway.” Nanami tells you, looking guilty. “I’m glad you guys are getting along better.” Gojo smiles at you. “Yeah, me too.” You smile back at him.

“Alright, food will be ready in 10.” Gojo announces, clapping his hands together.

After breakfast you head back to the bedroom you stayed in.

You get changed and pack things back into your bag.

You stand in front of the mirror trying to get your necklace back on when there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!” You call. Suguru peeks his head around the door before he walks into the room.

“What’s up?” You ask. “I just came to apologise for being a drunk idiot last night.” He chuckles. “It’s ok.” You smile softly, still fiddling with the necklace.

“Besides, I think the others got it worse. You were pretty cooperative with me.” You laugh. “Yeah, so I heard.” Suguru laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Goddammit!” You snap, letting out a sigh. “This stupid fucking necklace won’t fasten.” “You want some help?” Suguru offers. “Yes. Please.” You huff.

You hand Suguru the necklace before he steps behind you. He brings his arms in front of you. Laying the pendant flat before he brings the rest of the chain to the back of your neck.

You lift your hair out of the way to help him see better.

“You still wear it.” He says quietly. “Huh?” You ask, confused. “The necklace.” He nods to the gold chain he’s currently putting on you. “Oh, uh yeah. I love this necklace.” Your lips twitch upwards.

It’s a gold necklace with a small oval locket on it. Suguru got it for you on your 16th birthday. You’d worn it everyday since.

You watch him in the mirror, catching the little smile that pulls up on his lips.

You become very aware of the close proximity, your heartbeat beginning to pick up at the feel of his presence so close.

You clear your throat. The sound making Suguru snap out of his daze. “All done.” He announces.

You lay your hand on the necklace as you turn to face him. “Thanks.” You whisper.

You’re standing far closer together than you’d realised. Millimetres away from touching.

“No problem.” Suguru breathes.

There’s electricity running up your spine as you look into his eyes.

You watch his eyes flicker down to your lips then back up. You accidentally end up doing the same.

The tension is almost palpable. You’re so close you could lean up and brush your lips against his.

Those full pink lips that you’d kissed so many times before.

Both of your breathing is increasing in that moment. Both of you waiting to see what the other does.

“Y/N! Sukuna is here!” Shoko calls from the hall.

You and Suguru jump back from each other. His chest heaving slightly.

“T-that’s my ride. I uh I better go.” You say quickly, grabbing your bag off of the bed. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. I’ll see you later.” Suguru answers, clearing his throat a few times. “Bye.” You say quietly. Suguru just gives you a small wave.

What the fuck was that?

You exit the bedroom on shaky legs, forcing a smile when you see Sukuna standing and the end of the hall.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiles. “Hi.” You smile back as he kisses your forehead.

Sukuna looks up the hall and watches Suguru come out of the same room you just did, hands in his pockets. His eyes darken as he looks down at you.

You quickly catch on to his train of thought.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, Ryo. H-he just helped me put my necklace on.” You tell him as calmly as possible. You can hear Suguru getting closer.

Sukuna scoffs. “Yeah, right. Did you fuck him?” He shouts.

“Hey! Don’t fucking talk to her like that.” Suguru steps in. “I didn’t ask you, you waste of space. I asked her.” Sukuna snaps, getting in your face.

Your friends all begin to gather in the hall at the sound of the commotion.

“I didn’t fuck him, Ryo. I promise.” You say shakily.

“Yo man, we were all here. They didn’t even sleep in the same room. Nothing happened.” Toji tries to defuse the situation. “Like I’m gonna believe anything any of you morons have to say.” Sukuna laughs humourlessly.

“Ryomen!” You scold. It’s like a switch had flipped in him and he has a whole new personality. That glimpse you’d seen before coming out in full force.

Sukuna snaps his head in your direction. “We’re leaving.” He says sternly, grabbing your arm.

You wince as his grip on your arm tightens.

Suguru immediately steps in, pulling Sukuna’s hand off of you.

“I’m not gonna warn you again.” Suguru growls. The other three guys stepping in too.

Sukuna laughs maniacally. “Not a single one of you scare me.” He snarls, eyeing the four men. “Y/N, we’re leaving. Now.” He says slowly, eyes still locked on the guys.

You stand there in shock. Why was he reacting this intense? Why won’t he just listen to you?

Shoko and Utahime approach you as you stand behind the guys. “Please don’t go with him.” Utahime begs. “Just stay here with us. Let him calm down.” Shoko says, putting her hand on your shoulder.

Neither of the women trusting Sukuna in that moment.

Suguru turns to look at you. Silently pleading with his eyes for you not to leave with Sukuna.

“I-I should go.” You say quietly, stepping out from behind the men. A wicked grin spreads across Sukuna’s face like he just won a prize.

“I’m sorry for the commotion, Gojo.” You apologise. “Don’t apologise. You did nothing wrong.” He says, eyes on Sukuna as you both walk towards the door.

Sukuna storms off to his car while you look back at your friends. “I’m sorry.” You say again before you close the door behind you.

The drive home is in silence. You can feel Sukuna still silently fuming.

You can’t help but feel a little bit scared of the man. Scared of how quickly he switched up. You knew he had a temper but nothing like this.

Once you’re in Sukuna’s apartment he gives you the silent treatment.

You spend 30 minutes begging and pleading with him to just talk to you. Reiterating that nothing happened with Suguru.

You finally give up and go and sit on one of the bar stools in his kitchen.

You check your phone to see multiple messages in the group chat with your friends. All of them checking that you’re ok. You send a quick text back to let them know you’re fine.

You sit at the counter with your head in your hands. No idea what to do next.

You hear Sukuna enter the kitchen. You don’t bother to look up, assuming he’s still giving you the silent treatment.

“It’s me or him.” He says suddenly.

You slowly turn to look at Sukuna. “What?” You ask. “It’s me or him.” He repeats.

He’s making you choose?

“That’s not fair, Ryomen.” You say, tears filling your eyes. “Fair? I don’t give a fuck about fair.” He spits, crimson eyes glowing with rage.

Who even is this man? You no longer recognise him.

“You aren’t asking me to just stay away from Suguru. You’re asking me to give up all of my friends.” You cry. “I can’t make them choose between me or him. So I’d have to walk away from everyone. Everyone, Ryo. You’re asking me to be completely alone.”

“You’d have me.” He shrugs.

You look at him pleadingly. Begging him to see sense and calm down.

“Pick.” He says slowly through gritted teeth.

What the fuck do you do now?

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I was planning to post this yesterday but I forgot.😅🙈

I hope that you have a fantastic weekend😊

Sukuna's concubine breastfeeding the newborn

and sukuna falling for her again

Established relationship between Sukuna and his favorite concubine

No usage of Y/N, true form Sukuna, Heian era

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In Sukuna's private chamber, you're breastfeeding your 1 week old son on the bed covered with deep red blankets with him watching. You feel your cheeks getting hot, and you slightly pull your bottom lip between your teeth from shyness.

You feel embarrassed. Your breasts are round and plump, full of milk, slightly sore, and pretty. Your newborn latches on your breasts so cutely that you forget your shyness, melting into the cuteness of the tiny face looking up at you so innocently eyes as if it needs you the most. You gently caress your son's soft cheeks as you hold his tiny body with one hand.

You feel a strong hand grabbing your chin, slowly guiding you to look up at Sukuna's stern face. He's mesmerized. He caresses your soft lips, then your jaw.

"M... my lord?" Your breath quickens.

"You look... motherly." His eyes linger on the sight of your full breasts.

You become so shy that you try freeing your face from his grip, but he tightens it slightly and gently.

"Why so shy, little one?" He chuckles softly.

Your eyes look in another direction with a small frown.

He sighs "Woman... you are the mother of my heir, and you are still shy in front of me."

He makes you this way. You crave his validation and attention - which is already yours - but when his eyes are on you, you're suddenly shy, embarrassed, and nervous.

You swallow, looking at him innocently. "Not... under my control, my lord."

He rumbles. "What am I gonna do with you and your cuteness? I have no other choice but to put another baby in you."

You're shocked and stunned by the sudden statement. "I... just gave birth recently!"

He chuckles, caressing your hair, massaging it, making you relaxed. "Of course not now. Anytime you were ready, little one. But I can't get enough of your motherly side."

After the breastfeeding, the three of you sleep on the bed with the two of you and your son lying on Sukuna's broad chest, his four arms wrapped around you both under the warm blankets. You look up at him and kiss his jaw. He smiles slightly, caressing and gently squeezing your waist, showing appreciation.

@superhero--imagines

This is the best book imagine I’ve ever read

One arm is nestled under your head, supporting your neck, the other wraps around you waist as he holds your books open. He watches your eyes flutter open and shut, a yawn spilling past your lips. His lips hum the words on the page, only stopping when snores leave your lips, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before closing the book shut.

- Bruce Wayne, JASON TODD, Damian Wayne, Kita Shinsuke, OSAMU MIYA, Kageyama Tobio, Akaashi Keiji, Satoru Gojo, Nanami Kento, Yuuji Itadori, Edward Cullen, Zoro Roronoa