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2 years ago

JJK SPOILERS 237

JJK SPOILERS 237
JJK SPOILERS 237

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11 months ago

Sukuna is secretly a sap for soft domestic moments with you. Even if you can never get him to admit it, he doesn’t hide it as well as he thinks he does. 

He’ll never admit how cozy he feels lying on the couch with you as you read a book. The crackling fire is a soothing lullaby as the time passes, a warm and fuzzy heart beating in his chest as he gazes down at you in his lap. Your eyes wide with anticipation, impatient finger tapping the edge of the book, until you’re finally able to turn the page again, just as enthralled with this page as the last. He’ll never understand your love for reading, but he won’t complain when it’s essentially a free pass to hold you all throughout the night. 

He’ll never admit how much he loves it when you ask him for help—in any scenario really—but especially the little domestic things people don’t often think of. Asking him to reach a dish up high, to unscrew the lid of a jar that’s too tight, to grab you a towel when you forgot to bring one to the bath, to help you find your phone charger that you’ve lost for the millionth time that week.  The pout on your lips and the almost timid way you ask makes his heart flutter in his chest, he feels a swell of pride knowing he’s the one you come to for help. Sure, he’ll grumble and huff and roll his eyes, but as soon as his back is turned to you his face burns a bright crimson red at the butterflies in his belly.

He’ll never admit the warm feeling in his chest when you come home from work exhausted and grumpy, just to kick your shoes off and silently curl up in his arms on the couch. No words are needed, he knows you just want to be held, and he’s more than happy to deliver. His hands offer you comfort, one stroking your back, while the other brushes through your hair. He’ll give you soft kisses to your temple, lingering for as long as he can between each one, savoring the moment. If you’re lucky, he’ll hum a soft tune, his chest rumbling against yours, lulling you to sleep. Being your safe space is an irreplaceable feeling, one he wouldn’t trade for the world. 

He’ll never admit the amount of fun he has decorating your shared home for holidays and events. The way your face lights up at the cute new decor you found at the store, asking him where he thinks the best place to put it would be. He’ll give you a shrug and an, “I don’t care,” but his eyes will point over to the empty space on one of the shelves of a cabinet you had yet to fill. Using a step stool to hang up lights or banners has him chuckling and teasing you, knowing damn well he could help you do it without the cursed contraption. He just thinks it’s cute that even with the step stool you have to stand on the tips of your toes to reach where you need to be.

He’ll never admit the peace he feels as he does basic chores with you, like doing laundry, washing the dishes, tidying your living space, making the bed, etcetera. He acts like it’s the end of the world, whining and complaining the whole time, but he’ll do most of the work anyways, without being asked to. He just wants to be in your presence. Something warm erupts in his belly when he notices you eyeing him from the kitchen counter while he scrubs a cup with a soapy sponge. He’ll tsk and ask, “What’re you lookin’ at?” and when you reply in a loving tone, “You,” his saliva gets stuck in his throat, damn near choking him. 

Sukuna isn’t a soft or even a kind person, but something in him feels different whenever you’re around. He feels almost normal, like he’s being seen as an individual with his own likes and interests, and not just the king of curses. In all his years he’s never met someone who makes him feel as at home and as safe as you do. The emotions that stir in his heart whenever you speak, whenever you look at him, hell, whenever you breathe; they’re unlike anything he’s ever felt before. 

It’s a soft, gentle, and domestic kind of love, one that can’t be easily replaced or replicated. One that runs deeper than flesh and blood, deeper than even the soul can reach. He would give anything to continue to have days like these with you, forever until the end of time.

He knows he’s in deep, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. But he will never admit that.

Sukuna Is Secretly A Sap For Soft Domestic Moments With You. Even If You Can Never Get Him To Admit It,

wc: ~800

i cannot get this man out of my head, help me.


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3 years ago

You: ay babe? wanna try some of my noodles?

Yuji: ooo, heck yeah:)

*proceeds to feed Yuji some noodles*

Yuji: mmmm they’re really good. Especially the broth-

Sukuna’s mouth: hey! I wanna try some!

*you look at Yuji and then at sukuna*

Yuji: *smacks the mouth* hahaha, don’t listen to him, honey

Sukuna’s mouth: stupid brat! Don’t be selfish and let your girlfriend feed me too!

Yuji: shut up, dude

You: hahahaha, it’s fine. I don’t mind…

Yuji: you don’t have-

Sukuna’s mouth: shut it kid, she said, she don’t mind ;)

Yuji: pft, whatever

*brings the bowl near Yuji’s cheek and feeds Sukuna some noodles*

Sukuna: what the fuck?! For once in my life time I actually agree with you, stupid brat! It’s the broth that gives it that special kick!

You: glad you like it, sukuna

Sukuna: anytime sweet stuff

You: hahahaha *blushes*

Yuji: okay, quit flirting with my girl

Sukuna: Hahahaha, once I take full control of this body! I will totally bang the crap out of-

*shoves more noodles into his mouth*

You: okay…


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3 years ago

You: come on, pls (>人<;

Sukuna: No!

You: ughhhh!!! Please!!! I’ll suck the living outta ya, daddy!! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠)

Sukuna: Bitch! You’ll suck the living outta everything!You depressing ass hoe!


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11 months ago
17 Year Old Sukuna Ready To Take A Bath While He Ponders If He Should Just Let His Grampa Know He Has

17 year old Sukuna ready to take a bath while he ponders if he should just let his grampa know he has tattoos.

He's been keeping it a secret since he got them, between 14 and 15 years old.

Uses make-up to cover them, and takes it off once he gets to school to show off since he's quite popular and has a Bad Boy reputation to maintain.

Carries the make-up in a small bag between his school books.

Teacher's don't even try to talk to his grampa since he always interjects their attemps.

Is a well-known player.

Isn't good with names so he remembers his GFS by giving them Pet Names.

A+ grade student but still volatile as fuck.

Has a soft spot for cats, dogs and turtles.

Never fell in love neither belives in it.

He thinks he will eventually be a dad beat dad.

Sport Star.


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1 year ago
Not The Time To Think About It
Not The Time To Think About It
Not The Time To Think About It

Not the time to think about it

Not The Time To Think About It
Not The Time To Think About It

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player! Ryomen Sukunax fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, smoking, 4 years age gap, kinda sad , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : HELP I LOVE BASKETBALL AU SUKUNA 💔

Not The Time To Think About It

The Beginning of the End

Sukuna Ryomen had always been the center of attention. At 22, he was already a rising star in professional basketball. His towering frame, undeniable skill, and bad-boy charm made him irresistible to fans and especially women. With his broad shoulders, chiseled jawline, and eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of danger, Sukuna had left behind a trail of broken hearts. To him, relationships were fleeting; love, a momentary distraction. He had never met anyone who could hold his interest for more than a night, let alone a lifetime.

Enter [name].

You were 18, and unlike anyone Sukuna had ever encountered. You were a quiet, studious girl, majoring in pharmaceutical health at the university. Your figure caught the eye of many, but it was your gentle nature that made you stand out. With [color] eyes that always seemed to radiate kindness, you were the opposite of the women who usually crowded Sukuna’s life.

You met by chance at a university charity event where Sukuna had been invited as a guest. You were there volunteering, organizing medical booths and speaking about health awareness. Sukuna, uninterested in the event itself, was walking aimlessly when his eyes landed on you. You stood out in the sea of faces, your simple beauty, combined with an aura of genuine warmth, drawing him in.

He approached you with his usual swagger, expecting to win you over with little effort.

“Do you follow basketball?” he asked, flashing his signature smirk.

You looked up at him, blinking in confusion. “Not really. I’m more into medicine.”

Your response took him by surprise. You didn’t fawn over him like most girls did, and that piqued his interest.

“I’m Sukuna,” he said, as if that name alone would be enough.

You smiled politely “I’m [name] . Nice to meet you.”

Not The Time To Think About It

A Dangerous Game

From that moment, Sukuna found himself drawn to you. You were kind and unaffected by his fame, which only intrigued him further. He began pursuing you, using every trick in the book—late-night texts, surprise visits to your campus, even bringing you small gifts. At first, you kept your distance, wary of his reputation as a “player.”

But Sukuna was persistent. His charm, coupled with his unexpected vulnerability when he was with you, slowly wore down your walls. You began to see glimpses of a man behind the star athlete—a man who was lonely, who craved more than just the superficial adoration that surrounded him.

As weeks turned into months, you fell for him. You saw beyond his cocky exterior, discovering a man capable of deep passion, but also burdened with emotional scars. Sukuna, in turn, found himself caring for you more than he had ever cared for anyone. You brought a sense of calm to his chaotic life, and he often found himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, you were different.

However, no matter how much he tried to change, the nature of his world—of fleeting encounters and transient affections—kept pulling him back. Sukuna was like a moth drawn to the flame of his old habits, unable to break free entirely.

Not The Time To Think About It

The Collapse

For you, being with Sukuna was like living in a dream. He was everything you had never expected to fall for—dangerous, exciting, unpredictable. Yet, there was a darkness beneath the surface. You knew he had a history, that he had hurt women before, but you believed that you could be the one to change him.

But old habits die hard.

Sukuna’s world remained one of temptation. After a game one night, Sukuna found himself surrounded by fans, women who threw themselves at him, reminding him of how easy things used to be before you. He didn’t mean to betray you, but one night after an away game, fueled by alcohol and the excitement of a win, Sukuna ended up spending the night with someone else.

It was a mistake, and the guilt hit him hard. He wanted to tell you, but the thought of hurting her tore him apart.

You , however, weren’t naive. You could sense something had changed. Sukuna was distant, more withdrawn, and you knew, deep down, what had happened without needing to hear the words. One night, after days of silence between them, she confronted him.

“Did you… cheat on me?” You asked, your voice trembling but your eyes steady.

Sukuna looked at you, torn between wanting to protect you and the overwhelming guilt. He didn’t say anything, but his silence was answer enough.

And at that exact moment your heart shattered. You had given him everything, hoping against hope that he could be different, that he could change. But now, all those hopes felt like they were crumbling beneath your feet.

Not The Time To Think About It

The Last Night of Love

That night, you sat together in silence, neither knowing what to say. Sukuna, for the first time in his life, realized he had something to lose. And it terrified him. He reached for you, but you pulled away, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I can’t do this, Sukuna,” you whispered. “I thought we had something real, but I can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me.”

Sukuna had no words. For all his bravado and charm, he had never been good with emotions, never learned how to handle love. He had played with fire for so long that he never expected to get burned.

As the night wore on, you both knew it was your last night together. It was a bitter, heartbreaking farewell, filled with regret, longing, and the aching realization that love, no matter how intense, sometimes wasn’t enough to fix everything.

Not The Time To Think About It

Aftermath

You walked away from Sukuna that night, your heart heavy with sorrow. You knew you had to let go, even though you still loved him. You focused on your studies, diving deeper into your passion for pharmaceutical health, using your pain as fuel to succeed.

Sukuna, on the other hand, was left to reflect on his choices. For the first time, he regretted not just his actions, but the man he had become. The weight of losing you haunted him, your absence leaving a void he couldn’t fill with fame or fleeting affection.

They both moved on, but that night—their last night of love—would always linger in your memories, a reminder of what could have been, and what was lost.


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1 year ago

Can you do sukuna seeing reader being happy with someone else🙏

Can You Do Sukuna Seeing Reader Being Happy With Someone Else
Can You Do Sukuna Seeing Reader Being Happy With Someone Else
Can You Do Sukuna Seeing Reader Being Happy With Someone Else
Can You Do Sukuna Seeing Reader Being Happy With Someone Else
Can You Do Sukuna Seeing Reader Being Happy With Someone Else

( ♡ ) pairing : true form!Sukuna x s/o!reader

( ♡ ) warning : idk what the gender of the reader is 😭 gn probably , NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n : hi there sweetheart, I hope this is good and is what you wanted. If not feel free to ask me again 🫶🏽

Can You Do Sukuna Seeing Reader Being Happy With Someone Else
Can You Do Sukuna Seeing Reader Being Happy With Someone Else

Echoes of Desire

Can You Do Sukuna Seeing Reader Being Happy With Someone Else

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the courtyard. Lanterns flickered gently, illuminating the laughter and joy of the gathering that spilled out from the main hall. Sukuna leaned against a wooden pillar, his two faces hidden in shadow, watching as you mingled with the guests, your presence a radiant beacon amidst the revelry.

You were dressed in a beautifully ornate kimono, colors vibrant against the soft light, your laughter ringing like chimes in the cool evening air. Beside you stood a man, his charm evident as he engaged you in conversation, his smile making your eyes sparkle in a way that tugged at something deep within Sukuna.

He clenched his jaw, a surge of irritation bubbling beneath his stoic facade. The sight of you being so freely happy with someone else stirred a possessive flame within him, a feeling he had long thought buried under layers of indifference.

As the festivities continued, Sukuna’s frustration grew. He had watched you from afar, the way you leaned in to share a secret with the man, the way your hand brushed against his arm—each gesture igniting a primal urge within him. The thought that you could be happy without him gnawed at his insides.

“ Why do you waste your time with him ? “ Sukuna murmured to himself, a shadowy figure lurking in the corners of the celebration.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped into the light, his presence drawing the attention of the nearby guests. You turned at the sound of his approach, surprise flickering across your features.

“ Sukuna,” you said, your voice a mix of joy and concern. “What are you doing here?”

“Observing,” he replied coolly, though the tension in his voice betrayed the tempest within. “ It seems you’ve found new entertainment. ” Your smile faltered slightly. “ It’s just a celebration. Everyone is having fun. ”

“ Fun? ” he echoed, a sharp edge to his tone. “ Is that what you call it? Spending time with a man who doesn’t know your worth ? “ You stepped closer, sensing the darkness that clung to him. “ He’s a friend, Sukuna. You know that.”

“ Friends do not make you glow with delight as you do with him, ” he snapped, unable to keep the jealousy from his voice. “ What does he offer you that I do not? “

The question hung heavily in the air, your heart racing at the challenge behind it. “ He doesn’t offer me anything more than companionship, Sukuna. But you—”

“Exactly!” Sukuna interjected, his voice a low growl. “ I am the King of Curses, not some common man to be tossed aside. Yet here I am, watching you be happy with someone else. “

You took a deep breath, grounding yourself against the storm brewing in his eyes. “ You need to understand that happiness isn’t just about being with someone powerful or dangerous. It’s about feeling safe, cherished. You can’t just assume I’ll choose you because of who you are. “

He stared at you, his two faces reflecting a mix of emotions—frustration, longing, and a flicker of vulnerability. “So you prefer him?”

“I don’t prefer anyone,” you said softly, stepping closer. “But you push me away with your darkness, Sukuna. You’ve built walls around yourself, and it’s hard to reach you.”

His expression softened at your words, the weight of truth settling in. He was silent for some moments before he spoke in a quiet tone “ I don’t want to lose you,” he confessed, the fierceness in his gaze faltering.

You placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “Then don’t. Show me that you can be more than the King of Curses. Show me that you can let me in.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, a flash of determination igniting within them. “I will not let anyone take you from me,” he declared, his voice low and filled with intent. “If he makes you happy, then I will make you happier.”

You smiled, warmth flooding through you. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just be yourself. Let me see the man beneath the curse.”

The night felt alive as you stood before him, the air thick with unspoken promises. Sukuna leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin, and in that moment, everything around you faded away. The laughter and chatter of the festival became distant, replaced by the intensity of his gaze.

“You are the light I didn’t know I needed,” he murmured, inching closer. “Let me show you how a king can love.”

As his lips brushed against yours, a spark ignited—a connection that transcended the darkness surrounding him. You could feel his walls crumbling, the fierce determination to change enveloping you both.

When the kiss broke, Sukuna looked into your eyes, the weight of the world seeming to lift. “I won’t let you go, not to anyone else,” he vowed.

And with that promise, you stepped away from the shadows of uncertainty, embracing the light of your bond, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

In the Heian night, amidst the celebration and laughter, two souls found their way back to each other, forging a connection that would defy the darkness, a love that could conquer all.


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1 year ago

Hiiii i love your basketball au w/ sukuna sm!

Would you be ok with writting about reader and sukuna with him regretting letting you walk away after the last fight? With them actually getting together?

Ty for your time friend! 💖🌸

Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!
Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!
Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!
Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!
Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!

Not the time to think about it pt.II

Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!
Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player!Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, kinda sad, age gap , idk bro , angst to fluff (??)

( ♡ ) a/n : hi my love 💞 Thank you for your request 🤗 I love the idea of them actually getting together but of course I’ll make it a bit of angst 😋

Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!

Aftermath

You threw yourself into your studies, trying to drown in your textbooks, hoping that if you just worked hard enough, if you buried yourself deep enough in the endless pages of research and lectures, you could forget him.

But it never worked.

No matter how many nights you stayed up until dawn, staring blankly at words that blurred together on the the pages of your books, Sukuna was always there — lingering in the back of your mind like a ghost.

The pain clung to you like a shadow. It wasn’t the sharp, immediate sting you felt when you had first confronted him, when his silence had confirmed your worst fear. No, this pain was quieter, more insidious. It seeped into every part of you, weighing down your chest until it was hard to breathe, until even the simplest things — like hearing his name on TV or passing by the court where he practiced — felt like a knife slowly twisting in your heart.

Every time you saw him, even from afar, it was like tearing open a wound that refused to heal. You would catch glimpses of him on campus, surrounded by his usual crowd, his laughter echoing through the air. And every time, you had to fight the urge to cry. Because to the world, he was still the same Sukuna —charming, carefree, untouchable. But to you? To you, he was the man who had made you believe in something more, only to shatter it.

It felt cruel, how life continued as if nothing had changed, as if your world hadn’t crumbled the night you walked away. You tried to hate him, tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t worth this heartache. But no matter how much you tried to forget him, to erase the memory of his touch, his smile, his whispered promises, you couldn’t.

Nights were the hardest. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the silence pressing down on you — it was in those quiet moments that the loneliness hit the hardest. You found yourself remembering the way his arms had felt around you, how you had felt safe, warm, loved, even if only for a fleeting moment. And now, all of that was gone, like smoke slipping through your fingers.

You would dream about him sometimes. In your dreams, things were different. He hadn’t hurt you, hadn’t broken your heart. In your dreams, he still loved you, and everything was as it should have been. But then you would wake up, and the cold reality would settle over you like a weight you couldn’t shake. The man you had loved — the man you still loved —wasn’t coming back.

It was a cruel irony, really. The more you tried to move on, the more you felt trapped in the memory of what you had lost. You wanted to be angry, to scream, to let it all out. But instead, you simply existed, numb to everything except the quiet ache in your chest that reminded you, day after day, that he was gone, and you were left alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

And the worst part ? The worst part was knowing that you had loved him so deeply, with everything you had, only to realize it hadn’t been enough. That no matter how hard you tried to be what he needed, in the end, you couldn’t save him from himself.

For Sukuna, life continued as it always had. He went through the motions — attending practices, playing games, flashing that same arrogant smile for the cameras, surrounded by the fans and women who once made him feel untouchable. But now, none of it mattered. It all felt hollow, meaningless without you. The noise of the crowds became a distant hum, the adrenaline of winning a game nothing but a fleeting distraction from the aching void that had taken root in his chest.

At first, he had tried to shake it off, convincing himself that he didn’t need you — that he could keep living the way he always had, unattached and carefree. But it didn’t take long for the weight of his guilt and regret to settle in, pressing down on him like an unrelenting force. Everywhere he turned, he saw you. In the empty spot on the couch where you used to sit during his late-night practices, in the way the sunlight streamed into his apartment in the mornings, reminding him of the quiet moments you’d shared, tangled up in each other.

Every day, he replayed that night in his mind, the night you had looked at him with such raw vulnerability and asked the question that tore everything apart. "Did you cheat on me?" The silence that had followed felt like a lifetime, and now, every time he thought back to it, he wished more than anything that he had said something — anything. That he had fought for you, begged for your forgiveness, told you he was sorry.

But he hadn’t. He had just stood there, frozen, letting the best thing that had ever happened to him slip through his fingers.

In the days that followed, Sukuna tried to fill the void with the same distractions he always had. He surrounded himself with people, went out to parties, flirted with women who threw themselves at him. But nothing felt the same. The momentary highs only left him feeling more empty, more alone. He found himself searching for you in every crowd, his eyes scanning for that familiar warmth, that quiet presence that had once brought him a sense of peace he didn’t even know he was missing.

The nights were the worst. When the world quieted down, and there was no game, no crowd to drown out the silence, Sukuna would lie awake, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts would spiral, the regret clawing at him with every passing minute. He would think about all the moments he had taken for granted — the way you’d laugh softly when he teased you, the way you’d always ask him about his day, genuinely caring about the answers. He remembered how your fingers had felt in his hair, how you’d look at him with such tenderness, a tenderness he had never deserved.

He missed you more than he thought possible. It was an ache that wouldn’t go away, a constant reminder that he had ruined the one thing that had ever felt real in his life. And the worst part? He knew it was his fault. He had pushed you away, hurt you in ways he could never take back. He had let his pride, his reckless need for control, blind him to what really mattered. And now, you were gone, living your life without him.

Sukuna had always prided himself on being strong, untouchable. But without you, he felt weak, fragile in a way he had never known. He tried to tell himself that he could move on, that this was just another fleeting chapter in his life. But no matter how much he tried, the truth was undeniable.

He had loved you.

He had loved you deeply, more than he had ever been able to admit, even to himself. And now, it was too late.

In the quiet of his apartment, when the world had long since fallen asleep, Sukuna would sit in the dark, his hands trembling as he thought of you. He wondered if you were happier without him, if you had moved on. The thought tore at him, a bitter mix of jealousy and sorrow. He wondered if you ever thought of him, if you missed him the way he missed you. But he knew, deep down, that you deserved better —someone who could give you the love and respect he had failed to provide.

And that realization was the most painful of all. Because Sukuna Ryomen, the man who had always been in control, who had always lived life on his terms, had lost the one person who had ever truly mattered. And now, no matter how much he regretted it, there was nothing he could do to change that.

The guilt, the regret — it consumed him. It followed him every second of every day, a constant reminder of what he had lost. And no matter how many games he won, how many women threw themselves at him, it was never enough to fill the void you had left behind.

He had always loved you — deep down, in ways he could never put into words. But Sukuna had been too blind to see it, too arrogant to admit it, and far too terrified to confront the feelings that stirred in the depths of his heart. Love had always been something distant, fleeting, a game he thought he could play and leave behind. Until you came along.

But now… now it was too late. Or was it?

The ache of your absence gnawed at him constantly, a slow, suffocating weight that only grew heavier with time. Days turned into weeks, then months, and still, you haunted his every thought. The memory of your smile — soft and real in a way nothing else in his world was — burned behind his eyes when he tried to sleep. The warmth of your voice, the way you’d say his name with that tenderness he didn’t deserve, echoed in the quiet corners of his mind, filling every silence with your absence.

For the first time in his life, Sukuna felt utterly lost. It wasn’t the fame or the women or the adrenaline of the game that he craved anymore. It was you. Just you.

He remembered the night you left—the look on your face, the pain in your eyes, how you had tried so hard to hold back the tears as you walked away from him. And he had let you. He had stood there, watching you leave, unable to say the one thing that might have kept you with him.

“I love you.”

Those words had been trapped inside him, buried beneath his pride, beneath the layers of fear and self-doubt. And by the time he realized the truth, you were already gone.

Now, every moment without you was an unbearable reminder of what he had lost. He’d see you in the smallest of things — the scent of your perfume lingering in the jacket you once borrowed, a song on the radio that had played during one of your late-night drives. And each time, the regret hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless, wishing he could turn back time, undo the hurt he caused.

But the most painful realization of all? He knew you had loved him too. You had given him your heart on a silver plate, placed your trust in him, and he had shattered it. He had taken you for granted, thinking you’d always be there, always waiting. But you weren’t. You couldn’t.

Sukuna thought about calling you every day. His finger would hover over your name in his phone, his heart pounding in his chest as he wrestled with the fear that maybe it was too late — that maybe you had moved on, that you were happier without him. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness, didn’t deserve another chance. But he also couldn’t live with the idea of never trying.

Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!

The Last Chance

One night, after yet another game that left him feeling emptier than ever, Sukuna found himself standing outside your apartment building. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his breath clouding in the cold night air as he stared up at the window where he knew your light used to shine. Everything in him screamed to turn around, to leave before he made things worse. But he couldn’t. Not this time.

He knocked on your door, his heart hammering so loud he could hear it in his ears. When you opened it, he was struck by how much he had missed you — how seeing your face, even for a moment, sent a shock of warmth through the ice that had settled over his heart.

You stood there, staring at him in disbelief, your expression guarded, but there was a flicker of something in your eyes. Hurt, yes. But also the smallest glimmer of hope.

“I know I don’t deserve to be here,” Sukuna said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, raw. “I know I hurt you, and I can’t take that back. But there’s something I need to tell you, and if you still never want to see me again after this, I’ll walk away for good.”

You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t close the door either. So he continued, the words he should have spoken months ago tumbling out all at once.

“I was a coward,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I thought I could run from what I felt, that I could keep pretending I didn’t need anyone. But I was wrong. I need you. I love you. I’ve always loved you, but I was too scared to admit it, even to myself. And now, I’m standing here, asking — no, begging— for one more chance. Because losing you… it’s the only thing that’s ever made me realize what love really is.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and for a moment, Sukuna thought he had broken you all over again. His chest tightened with fear, and he was ready to turn away, to walk out of your life for good. But then, you spoke, your voice trembling but soft.

“Why now, Sukuna ? Why did it take losing me for you to see ?”

He swallowed hard, his throat burning as he fought to keep his composure. “Because I didn’t know what I had until it was gone. I was selfish, and I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m asking you for another chance. Let me prove that I can be the man you deserve.”

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you. And then, slowly, you stepped aside, letting the door open just a little wider. Your eyes met his, filled with pain but also a spark of something that hadn’t completely faded.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you whispered.

And in that moment, Sukuna knew he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let you slip away again. He’d hold onto you with everything he had because now he understood — losing you had been the beginning of the end. But maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something new. Something real. Something that could last.

It wasn’t too late after all.

Hiiii I Love Your Basketball Au W/ Sukuna Sm!

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1 year ago
Something More
Something More
Something More

“…Something more “

Something More
Something More

( ♡ ) pairing : True Form!Sukuna x fem!Goddess!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I was rewatching Naruto Shippunden and Kaguya is my damn favorite Goddess 🙏🏽 and I began to think about making a Sukuna x reader who is like Kaguya so here it is 😋

Something More
Something More

Much like Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, you possess an ethereal and otherworldly beauty. Your long, flowing [color] hair cascades down your back, shining like moonlight. Your eyes, pearlescent and timeless, hold a serene yet terrifying calm. They give off an unsettling sense of omnipotence, as though you can see into the very soul of anyone who dares to meet your gaze.

You are tall and regal, often adorned in flowing, intricately designed robes that enhance your goddess-like aura. Your beauty is not just physical but seems to embody an ancient, celestial force that makes you feel unreachable, untouchable.

Like Kaguya, your abilities far exceed normal comprehension. You can manipulate dimensions at will, travel between realms, and control chakra or an equivalent form of cursed energy with terrifying precision. Your attacks are vast and destructive, capable of wiping out entire regions with a mere thought.

You command nature, reality, and time itself. To those who encounter you, you are seen as a deity — your power so immense that even the strongest beings, including Sukuna, cannot take you lightly.

You maintain an air of calm detachment, viewing the world and its inhabitants as transient and insignificant compared to your own eternal existence. You are patient, silent, and observe from a distance rather than engage unless absolutely necessary.

Emotions are a foreign concept to you, something you observe but have never truly experienced for yourself. You are calculating, logical, and always think several steps ahead, considering everything from a higher perspective.

While you appear cold and aloof, there is a quiet loneliness deep within you. Being so powerful, so eternal, has left you disconnected from the world and the people in it. There is a longing within you to understand and perhaps experience the warmth that mortals cling to.

Sukuna is drawn to you in ways he can’t quite explain. You are the only person he has encountered who seems genuinely indifferent to his power and status. In fact, your strength easily matches or even surpasses his, and he respects that — though he’d never admit it aloud.

He’s constantly trying to provoke reactions from you, fascinated by your stoic demeanor. Whether through battle or teasing, Sukuna finds it maddening yet exhilarating that you don’t bend to him like others. He’s used to people fearing or admiring him, but you do neither, which piques his interest further.

Over time, Sukuna finds himself not just interested in your power but in you as a being. The mystery of who you are and why you remain so detached makes him want to break through your barriers, to make you feel something, anything, for him.

Over time, you and Sukuna begin to understand one another on a deeper level. Both of you are beings of immense strength, isolated by your power, and feared by those around you. This isolation forms an unspoken bond between you. You each recognize that the other is different — set apart from the world.

Sukuna is fascinated by your calmness and the way you handle yourself in battle, unphased by destruction. You, on the other hand, are intrigued by Sukuna’s chaotic nature, his brashness, and his ability to feel so deeply despite being feared and revered.

Something More

The sky above was painted in the colors of dusk, deep oranges fading into inky purples. You stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast landscape beneath you. The wind whispered through your [color] hair, and your pale eyes reflected the serene indifference you felt toward the world. Time, space, life — they were all fleeting.

But there was something — someone — who disrupted that peace.

You felt his presence long before he spoke. Sukuna’s cursed energy was unmistakable, like a shadow that blotted out the light. He approached with his usual swagger, a cocky grin plastered on his face, yet you didn’t turn to face him.

“Staring at the horizon again? You look like you’re waiting for the world to end,” Sukuna teased, standing beside you now. His crimson eyes gleamed as he studied you. Even in moments of silence, there was something about you that captivated him.

You didn’t respond, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, calm and distant.

He hated that indifference. Not because it irritated him, but because it fascinated him. Sukuna was used to reactions — fear, admiration, anger — but with you, there was nothing. You were like a statue carved from the stars, untouchable and beyond mortal understanding.

“I’ve fought countless battles, seen men and gods alike tremble before me. But you… you don’t care about any of it, do you?” His voice was lower now, more serious than usual.

“No,” you finally said, your voice soft but carrying the weight of eternity. “Why should I care for fleeting things?”

Sukuna’s grin widened. “And yet you let me come here. Again and again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were beginning to care.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze for the first time that evening. “You are… different from the others.”

It wasn’t much, but coming from you, it was a revelation. Sukuna felt a flicker of something in his chest—something more than his usual lust for power or destruction. It was fleeting, like the brush of wind, but it was there.

He reached out, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair. “Then what am I to you?”

You didn’t pull away from his touch. For the first time in centuries, you found yourself curious. Not about power, or strength, or the endless void of time, but about him.

“You are… something more.”

Sukuna’s grin faltered for a moment as he took in your words. He hadn’t expected that. For the first time, the great Ryomen Sukuna was caught off guard, and he found himself wanting more of this feeling, this connection with you.

And so, under the fading light of the setting sun, two beings, both feared and revered, found in each other something rare — a connection that transcended their power and their isolation.

Something More

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11 months ago
The Illness Of Us
The Illness Of Us
The Illness Of Us

The Illness of Us

The Illness Of Us
The Illness Of Us

( ♡ ) pairing : Sukuna Ryomen x significant other!reader

( ♡ ) warning : no gender reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, human reader, Heian era Sukuna, age gap , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : BASSED OFF A ROMANIAN SONG I CRIED ON.

The Illness Of Us
The Illness Of Us

The rain was falling hard, but you barely noticed it anymore. It was just another storm, just another distraction from the silence that had settled between the two of you. You sat on the cold floor of the empty temple where you often found him — alone, brooding, but always watching.

Sukuna stood across from you, his gaze fixed on something you couldn’t see. He was always like this — distant, even when you were right there next to him. His silence had a weight that pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe.

And maybe that was the problem.

He had always been a curse — something twisted and dark that you couldn’t stay away from, no matter how much you tried. He had drawn you in like a moth to flame, and you had burned for him. You still did.

But now… now it felt like the fire was slowly dying.

“Și boala lor era că nu se potriveau…” (and their illness was that they weren’t right for each other)

The illness of your love was that you were never meant for each other. Sukuna was chaos incarnate, a god of destruction who thrived on pain and violence. And you — you were human, fragile in comparison. The two of you had clashed from the very beginning, your love and arguments interwoven into a cycle of hurt and passion, never finding a balance.

“We don’t fit together,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. He didn’t look at you, but his words hit you harder than anything else ever had.

Your heart clenched painfully. You had heard these words before, but this time, they felt final.

“I don’t care,” you whispered, though your voice shook. “I don’t care if we don’t fit. I still—”

“Still what?” he snapped, finally turning to face you, his eyes dark and filled with something you couldn’t name. Anger? Pain? It was always so hard to tell with him. “Still love me?”

The silence that followed was deafening.

You did. You always had.

But that wasn’t enough, and deep down, you knew that. Sukuna was like a poison that had seeped into your veins, corrupting everything good, everything safe. And yet, even now, you couldn’t let him go. No matter how many times he pushed you away, no matter how many times you fought, you always came back to him.

And he let you. He always let you.

“Și se certau și se iubeau…” (and they argued and they loved each other)

You and Sukuna had never had peace. Every moment of tenderness between you was followed by arguments, by rage. He would kiss you like he was devouring you, pulling you close as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered — only to push you away moments later, his words cutting like knives, reminding you that you were human, mortal, something beneath him.

And yet, despite it all, despite the fire and the fury, there were moments — small, fleeting moments — where it felt like you truly saw him. Not the King of Curses, but the man behind the curse. A man who could love, who could feel, even if he would never admit it.

But those moments never lasted. They couldn’t.

“You need to leave,” Sukuna said, his voice softer now, but no less firm. He stepped closer, towering over you, his eyes never leaving yours. “You need to walk away from this.”

You shook your head, tears burning behind your eyes. “I can’t. I won’t.”

His hand reached out, brushing against your cheek in a rare moment of gentleness. His touch was cold, but it was still Sukuna — still the man you had given everything for.

“You’re a fool,” he whispered, though there was no venom in his words this time. “You’re a fool to love me.”

“I know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I do. I always will.”

His expression tightened, something unreadable passing across his face. There was a part of him, buried deep beneath centuries of cruelty, that wanted to love you the way you deserved. But he couldn’t. He never could.

“I don’t deserve you,” Sukuna murmured, his hand falling away from your face. “You’ll only get hurt if you stay.”

He had never said anything like this before. Sukuna had always been proud, never admitting weakness, never admitting that there was anything wrong with the way he was. But now, as he stood in front of you, it was as if the weight of everything — the battles, the blood, the destruction — was finally pressing down on him.

“Then why don’t you let me go?” you asked, your voice breaking.

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, in a voice so low you almost didn’t hear him, he whispered, “Because I can’t.”

“Se iubeau, dar nu se potriveau.” (they loved each other but weren’t right for each other)

That was the truth of it. He loved you, in his own twisted way, but it would never be enough. He would never change. You would always clash, always fight, always fall apart only to come back together again, trapped in a cycle that neither of you could escape from.

Sukuna’s eyes softened, just for a moment, as he took a step back. “I want you to move on,” he said, his voice strained. “I want you to live without me.”

You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him that you didn’t care, that you would rather be with him, broken as it was, than live without him. But the words died in your throat as you saw the pain in his eyes — the real, raw pain that he never let anyone see.

“I’ll only ruin you,” he continued, his gaze hardening. “You deserve more than this.”

You wanted to scream at him, to tell him that you didn’t care. But deep down, you knew he was right. You had always known. This was a love that would destroy you in the end.

But how could you leave him, when every part of you still loved him?

Sukuna turned away from you, his form dissolving into the shadows as the storm outside raged on. He didn’t say goodbye — he never did. But this time, something told you it was different.

This time, he was letting you go.

And as the rain pounded against the temple walls, you realized with a heavy heart that he had never been the one keeping you trapped.

It had always been you.

The Illness Of Us

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11 months ago

The two faced spectre and his poor guise of duplicity

The Two Faced Spectre And His Poor Guise Of Duplicity

jujutsu kaisen as a manga is very carefully curated to lay some of the key themes out. For characters like Gojo, and Geto, it takes a painstaking amount of care to carefully lay out the intricate details and nuances of both their characters and their relationships and the inherent symbolism in it. Something as such would convince you that Jujutsu kaisen is very generous with its explanation of themes to its readers. However, I think this act of laying bare the key details is what really tricks the readers and convinces them into believing Sukuna is a standard, evil character. With no real motives or purpose, just simple need for violence.

Sukuna’s curation, by far, consists of the most intricately picked out details that intentionally create a barrier between him, the reader and the characters he interacts with. He belongs to an ancient era, much of what he speaks is often lost in translation to the sorcerers and curses of the current era. You may find a lot of Japanese speakers/readers break down multiple panels of Sukuna’s speech bubbles and more often than not, his speech bubbles dissect to give us a deeper, more complex dialogue which neither the reader nor the listening character will grasp at first. This barrier of language is intentional to create an air of mystery and confusion on both ends, it tricks the readers and the characters in verse into believing Sukuna as a being is shallow enough to simply fight for the hell of it.

A very essential part of Sukuna’s character is his curiosity. He is curious, at his very core. He is curious to test someone’s limits, to see how far can someone really go, how far can they be pushed? He is curious about human food (cue to him trying and disliking popcorn) His curiosity is a very significant cause that steers him into battles. He treats every opponent differently, he praises some, he belittles some, he encourages some. It’s his way of understanding and testing the true limits of his opponents. He praises Jogo, Kashimo, he asks Higuruma to heal himself, he acknowledges Gojo when the narrative itself brushes past his death. His candidness in every character interaction during a battle is what makes him raw and hard to stomach beyond the surface level.

Sukuna is both similar to, and different than gojo. In a way they're perfect anti parallels to one another. In their shared loneliness and dehumanisation, they find a common ground. Yet it is also what differentiates them. Gojo's isolation renders him impenetrable by those around him, so he becomes a pillar that ensures the security of the jujutsu society, despite acknowledging its flaws, his existence on the mounted platform makes him shoulder the burden of being a beacon that needs to guide his students in order to bring about a change. However, Sukuna's loneliness is a trait that had been engraved into his being from his time in the womb itself as a taboo child. So his isolation as the strongest only strengthens his beliefs of living as he chooses to. Which is why there is a stark contrast in the two panels between Gojo and Sukuna wherein both are titled as the honoured ones.

Sukuna is a very refined character. He recites haiku in midst of his battles, he knows poetry, he knows the language of flowers and knows archery. He praises the moon during his fight with Jogo whilst simultaneously belittling him.

Sukuna’s character often comes with an air of duplicity. It’s not greatly intended on his part but rather something that is reinforced by Gege. Its a very funny way to trick your readers into doing their homework for their characters.

He is a man rooted to his principles and beliefs, a lot of his practices reflect the traditions of his time. But him being grounded to his principles doesn’t really equate to him being moral. He lives the way he wishes to, he fights and destroys and pushes everyone to their limits, his beliefs are limited but stay unshaken.

For a character like Sukuna, who is a product of neglect, and someone who’s very existence is reduced to a title alone, his isolation from human sentiments is very understandable. He was a taboo child, someone who’s very existence stems from negativity cannot understand the concept of “love” so he rejects Yorozu. Sukuna is a character who was robbed off the very chance to be human, he lived and died as the “two faced spectre,” and the effect of this dehumanisation reflects itself in the final chapter. He dies in Yuji’s hands calling himself a “curse,” yet when confronted by Mahito he expresses his true feelings of both fear and regret.

His confrontation with Mahito was extremely fitting for his character because throughout the story, Sukuna, sticking to his beliefs, lives the way he wishes to. He partakes in all heinous acts and stoops low enough to deceive and kill when necessary. When he fights Yorozu, in megumi’s body, he tells her she can do anything she wishes to if she defeats him upon being questioned for marriage. This really grounds Sukuna’s belief of loss and defeat to be equivalent to death itself. He cares not for what Yorozu does to him if he is defeated because a defeat to him, is shameful enough to be considered death itself.

Which is why the only time he directly confronts Mahito, and through him the very narrative itself, is after his defeat. He loses so he finally let’s go of his arrogance. And we find out who Sukuna really has been all along.


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1 year ago
Hunter And Hunted (jjk)

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, eventual smut warning as I'm planning for this to come in parts

chapter warnings/tags: drinking, stupid touchy men, physical violence (choso literally saves you with a punch) index part three | part five

part four word count: 1,532

Hunter And Hunted (jjk)

you couldn’t believe Yuji Itadori had managed to drag you out tonight. all you’d wanted was to snuggle up in bed and binge-watch tv, but no—your best friend was insistent on hitting a bar, with Megumi and Nobara in tow.

“you know I really hate here, right?” you said, sticking out your tongue as Yuji handed you a drink he’d bought.

“oh, that’s a shame,” Yuji teased, grinning as he took a sip from his own cup.

“come on, y/n, hang out with the cool kids tonight!” Nobara shouted, slinging an arm around your shoulders. Megumi rolled his eyes, but you were grateful for his presence, even if he seemed just as reluctant as you.

“let’s kick things off with some shots!” Yuji matched Nobara’s enthusiasm, grabbing your arm and dragging you towards the bar. the bartender looked like he was wishing for a trapdoor to open beneath him.

“what can i get for you guys?” the bartender asked, his voice dripping with irritation.

“four shots of… hmmm… tequila, please,” Nobara answered. you opened your mouth to protest, but the bartender was already grabbing the bottle and pouring the shots. clearly, he wanted you all to leave as quickly as possible. “put it on the Fushiguro tab.”

“seriously?” Megumi deadpanned from behind Yuji.

“before we take these, can someone please tell me if we have a plan to get home?” you asked, silently hoping one of them would have an answer. they all shook their heads, and you felt a wave of defeat as you clinked your shot glass with theirs and downed the tequila.

god, you’d forgotten how much you hated tequila.

of course, Yuji and Nobara kept you and Megumi well-supplied with shots and drinks all night, making sure you had enough alcohol in your system to stick around. at some point, you stopped resisting.

the alcohol had you feeling fantastic—loose and relaxed as you danced with your friends. the dj was blasting beats that would’ve put Choso’s set to shame, and you were sweating and swaying to the rhythm, practically grinding against Nobara.

“Yuji, I’m still mad at you!” you shouted over the music.

“oh no, what did I do? let me beg for your forgiveness,” Yuji replied with a dramatic pout and big, sappy puppy-dog eyes.

you waved him off, realizing he was a lost cause. in fact, you were a lost cause too. what time was it, anyway?

you decided to excuse yourself to the bathroom and checked your phone on the way—it was well past midnight. ugh, no time for a shower if you wanted any sleep tonight.

as you turned the corner towards the women’s restroom, you bumped into something solid. or rather, someone solid.

“hey, good lookin’,” a tall guy said, smirking down at you with eyes that seemed barely open.

“excuse me,” you muttered, trying to sidestep him. he grabbed your upper arm, and you bristled at the contact.

“wait, hang out w’ me for a minute,” he said, pulling you closer. just as you were ready to use the self-defense moves Yuji taught you, something else grabbed his attention long enough for you to wrench free and hurry towards the bathroom. he called out after you, “I’ll be right here waiting f’ you!”

as soon as you locked yourself in a stall, you pulled out your phone again. you tried calling Yuji—no answer. Nobara? also no answer. with a sigh, you dialed Megumi as a last-ditch effort, but got nothing.

you really didn’t want to go back out there and risk running into that guy again.

taking a deep breath, you pulled up the next contact on your list. you wanted to go home and get some sleep anyway; surely your friends wouldn’t mind.

“hello?” Choso’s voice was low and groggy, like he’d just woken up.

“Choso, can you come pick me up?” you asked quickly, trying to push aside the guilt in favor of self-preservation.

“where are you?” Choso replied, rustling noises in the background suggesting he was already getting up. “send me your location.”

you told him the name of the bar before hanging up and sharing your location. fortunately, the bar wasn’t far from Yuji’s place; Choso might just walk over.

while you waited in the stall, you could still hear the man shouting outside the bathroom door. he wasn’t shouting at you, but he was close enough to be unsettling. you decided to stay put until Choso arrived or one of your friends showed up to rescue you.

your phone pinged with a new message from Choso: found the three stooges. where are you?

you braced yourself as you unlocked the stall door and pushed out of the bathroom, focusing on your footsteps and silently praying the guy you’d run into wouldn’t notice you.

“oi! there you are!” fuck. you felt his hand grip your arm again, and you turned to face the skeezy guy. “was just telling my friends how smokin’ hot you are—let them see!”

you glanced past him to see three other guys, all bigger than you and sharing the same drunken, leering expressions.

“alright, they’ve seen me. now let me go,” you said through gritted teeth, tugging at your arm in an attempt to free it.

“hold on a minute, let me buy you a drink,” the guy slurred, nearly stumbling into you as he pulled your arm.

“I said, let me go,” you snapped, pulling against him with more force. where were your friends?

“hey, no need to be bitch so why don’t you shut your pretty mouth and-”

“I believe she told you to let her go.” you froze at the low, threatening voice that spoke up behind you. daring a glance over your shoulder, you saw Choso, eyes dark and body tense as he eyed the man who had a hold of you.

to you, he looked like your knight in shining armor.

“’scuse us, man, we’re just on our way t’ the bar,” the guy said, trying to wave Choso off. but your eyes pleaded with Choso for help.

“i don’t think she wants to go with you,” Choso said firmly, stepping forward and grabbing the guy’s hand on your arm. “now, let her go.”

“what’s your problem, man?” the guy snapped, glaring at Choso. “this bitch isn’t even that good-looking.”

you blinked, and in an instant, Choso’s fist connected with the guy’s face. your arm was freed, and you looked down at the guy, clutching his probably broken nose.

“don’t call her that,” Choso growled. before the guy’s friends could react, Choso took your hand and started pulling you away from the scene.

“y/n, where’d you run off to?” Nobara slurred as Choso led you back to the group.

“whoa, what happened to your hand, Choso?” Yuji asked, noticing the blood on Choso’s knuckles.

“I’m taking y/n home,” Choso said firmly. “you either walk home or call me if you need anything.” he then grabbed Megumi’s shirt to get his attention. “you’re the responsible one—don’t let these two do anything stupid.”

once Megumi nodded in agreement, Choso began guiding you out of the bar, still holding your hand.

“thanks for stepping in back there,” you said once you were outside, away from the blaring music.

“you don’t need to thank me,” Choso replied, slowing to walk beside you.

you weren’t sure if he realized he was still holding your hand, but it felt comforting, so you decided not to mention it.

“I never took you for the type to resort to physical violence so quickly,” you teased, catching a blush on his face.

“it’s just what you do for the right people,” he said quickly, making you blush in return.

“I probably could’ve handled it myself, but you were a real knight in shining armor,” you joked, and Choso chuckled.

“yeah, I’m sure you might have done something even worse,” he said through his laughter.

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it wasn’t until you were back at the house that Choso noticed he was still holding your hand. his face turned bright red as he quickly let go, flustered and apologizing.

you excused yourself to change out of your bar clothes and returned to the kitchen in your pajamas to grab a large glass of water before bed.

“do you need anything before I head back to sleep?” Choso asked, handing you a glass he’d already filled. what a gentleman

“a bedtime story and a tuck-in,” you joked.

“only if you ask nicely,” Choso replied with a teasing smirk. you suddenly felt a wave of heat and laughed to push away your awkwardness.

“if I can’t fall asleep without it, I know where to find you,” you said, and although you meant it as a tease, you weren’t entirely sure it was just that.

Choso nodded, and you both said goodnight before heading to your separate rooms.

as you lay in bed, you tried to figure out if the warmth you felt was from the alcohol or from the interaction. you drifted off to sleep, comforted by the memory of the sweet, sweet memory of Choso breaking a stranger’s nose for you. Sukuna probably would’ve just killed him.

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1 year ago
Hunter And Hunted (jjk)

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning always as I'm planning for this to come in parts

chapter warnings/tags: over the clothes touching, sexually explicit wording, sukuna teasing per usual, palm grinding, i'm slow burn cock blocking y'all so no heavy smut

index part four | part six

part five word count: 1,659

Hunter And Hunted (jjk)

"Yuji, the cookies are almost ready!" you called out from the kitchen. Yuji got up from the couch and made his way to the bar, eyeing the finished cookies.  

"does Nobara really need this many cookies?" he asked, reaching for one. you swiftly swatted his hand away.  

"she’s sick! who doesn’t love homemade cookies when they're under the weather?" you pouted. you hoped she would appreciate them, considering the effort you put in. flour was still smeared on your face from a minor mishap with the mixer.  

"shouldn’t you have made her some soup instead?"  

"Megumi's taking care of the soup. you and I are on cookie duty," you said, pointing your spatula at him with mock severity. "or rather, I'm on cookie duty since I did all the work."  

"hey, I'm delivering them!" Yuji protested, trying to sneak his hand towards the cookies again. you smacked it away once more.  

"I’ve got a batch baking just for us, so cut it out." you handed him the tupperware overflowing with cookies. "now just make the delivery, errand boy."  

Yuji saluted with a grin, taking the containers and heading out the door. you sighed, thinking that being friends with Yuji made you feel like a middle-aged mom. 

as you were in the middle of cleaning the counters, you heard the front door open and shut.

"back already? what did you do, run supersonic?" you asked, surprised to see Yuji return so soon.  

"what, did you miss me that much?" you heard a familiar voice, and you turned to see Sukuna grinning from ear to ear, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the fridge.  

"Sukuna! didn’t expect you to be home until the crack of dawn," you joked, resuming your task of wiping down the counters.  

"aww, someone been dreaming about me at night?" he teased, moving to peek into the oven.  

"hey, those cookies aren’t for you," you warned as he started to open the still-warm oven. before you could stop him, he grabbed a cookie. "those are still hot, you idiot!"  

you reached out to snatch the cookie from Sukuna's hand, but he held it high above his head, just out of your reach. a smirk danced on his lips as he wiggled the cookie teasingly. with a huff, you jumped to grab it, but he quickly moved it to his other hand.  

what followed was a game of keep-away, with you practically trying to climb Sukuna to get the cookie while he skillfully kept it out of your grasp. 

“c’mon, don’t be an ass.” you snarked, and he rolled his eyes, bringing the cookie down to your level. as you leaned in to grab it, he swiftly moved it away. again.  

you did the first thing that came to mind and smacked his chest with both hands, but he didn’t flinch. Sukuna chuckled as he shoved half the cookie into his mouth, raising his eyebrows at you.  

determined, you reached out to snatch the remaining cookie from his teeth. just before you could make contact, Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer.  

“what the hell do you want from me?” you snapped, though your blush betrayed your icy tone. 

with one hand gripping your wrist, Sukuna used his other hand to pull the now slobbery cookie from his mouth. “give me a kiss, and I'll share,” he said with a sly grin.  

“w-what?” you stammered, your eyes widening in disbelief. “why would i do that?”  

“you fought so hard for this one cookie,” he said, gesturing at the sweet in his hand. “but there’s more in the oven. why go to such lengths for something so small?”  

“I wasn’t... don’t be rude,” you replied, your breath catching. okay, maybe you hadn’t needed to touch him as much as you did during the struggle, but you couldn’t deny that it felt good.  

“just speaking the truth,” Sukuna said, pulling you closer. “what, scared to give me a little sugar?”  

“no.” lies. 

“then go ahead, and you’ll get some of my treat.” he seemed to be reveling in the way he was making you blush, enjoying every moment of your embarrassment.  

“fine,” you said, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. what you didn’t expect was for him to turn his face at the last second, catching your lips with his. a jolt of shock and electricity surged through you, both of you locking eyes in surprise. you were the first to pull away, your face burning red, and your breath almost completely halted. “what the hell was that?” 

“I said a kiss, not whatever chicken shit that was,” Sukuna shrugged, breaking the cookie in half and offering you a piece.  

no matter how hard you tried, your hand wouldn’t move to take the cookie. you stood frozen, staring at him in surprise.  

“aww, did I break your brain?” Sukuna teased, tapping his finger against the side of your head. “can’t say I'm not surprised that was all it took. must be pretty empty in there.”  

your lips pressed into a thin line, and you slapped his arm harder than you ever had before. “you’re such an absolute dickwad,” you snapped, delivering a second slap.  

as you went for a third, Sukuna grabbed your wrist and stopped you. “I wouldn’t suggest you do that again,” he said in a low, serious tone.  

“why, what are you gonna about it?” you shot back, your brows furrowed in anger. “are you going to hit a girl?”  

you half-expected him to give you a light shove, knowing him. instead of the physical contact you anticipated, Sukuna’s hands moved to your waist and lifted you with ease, setting you down on the counter and grabbing your arms roughly.  

before you could protest, Sukuna’s lips crashed into yours. it was the exact opposite of what you’d expected, sending shivers down your spine.  

“this is what you get for teasing me, brat,” Sukuna murmured against your lips. you sucked in a breath.  

god, you were still so annoyed with him, but the burning sensation spreading through your body was different from your frustration. his lips felt incredibly good against yours, almost as if they encapsulated yours. 

when his hands moved from your arms and gripped your hips, you embarrassingly let a moan slip past your lips.  

“ah, there it is.” you could feel him smirk before his tongue darted into your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him in deeper. 

the younger you that developed a crush on him was practically pumping her fist into the air in victory right now. 

you pulled away for a moment, catching your breath and telling him, “’m still annoyed with you.” 

“but is it getting better?” Sukuna gave you a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow at your flushed expression. 

you didn’t want to answer, so instead you tugged him back into you, frustrated in more ways than one. with the amount of feelings surging through you, you nipped at his bottom lip a little too aggressively.  

while your mouths were a mess of tongues and pants, you fisted Sukuna’s hair in your hands and his own moved to grab your knees and push them apart. 

a shock split through you when you felt him palm your core through your pants. “Sukuna...” you moaned his name, already feeling intoxicated from his touch.  

“been wanting t’ see how innocent you were since the day you moved in.” Sukuna murmured, his hand rubbing against your heat harder. faster. deliberately driving you insane.  

“is this all you’re gonna do to figure that out?” you teased, panting into his neck at the friction his palm was creating on your clothed clit.  

“wanna find out?” he dared, and you nodded weakly.  

you were fully prepared to make a mess on the kitchen counter, impatiently waiting for him to make a fool out of you, even if it was a one and done thing. if it was just a point he wanted to prove you didn’t give a fuck.  

as the desire burned hotter within you, ready for him to remove every bit of your clothes... you heard a set of keys in the door.  

you quickly pushed Sukuna away, earning a chuckle from him, then jumped down from the counter and straightened your clothes. it had to be Yuji, you reminded yourself. you needed to look like you weren’t just grinding on his brother’s hand right in the kitchen. 

Sukuna leaned casually against the counter opposite you, watching as you scrambled to grab your discarded cleaning spray just as Yuji walked in.  

“Nobara was really grateful for the cookies. and if she says a few went missing, she’s lying,” Yuji said, shutting the door behind him. his gaze quickly shifted to you cleaning, with Sukuna watching from across the room.  

“the other cookies just came out of the oven,” you said, your voice coming out hurried and a bit strange.  

“bro, are you bothering y/n?” Yuji asked, giving Sukuna a disapproving look.  

without even glancing at him, Sukuna replied with a smirk, “yeah, I was bothering her real bad.”  

you choked on your own breath, coughing and blaming it on the cleaner fumes. “both of you. out of the kitchen. now,” you seethed, trying to hide the blush on your face as you ushered them both out.  

left alone with your own thoughts, you knew Sukuna just had to be doing that to get a rise out of you (which he did of course). he’d known about your crush, you told yourself, that was it.  

you tried to brush it off, chalking it up to him being a dick and wanting to embarrass you. but... what he’d said about wanting to do that since you moved in stuck with you.  

no. no Sukuna wouldn’t ever look at you that way. even if you so wished he would. 

fuck, you needed a cold shower—stat. 

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