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kayentokk · 5 months

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Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 1);A Lot More Ice Cream

Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Summary;Sukuna always knows what to do when you’re upset, but this time he thinks he’s gonna need a lot more ice cream to fix the problem.

Contains;feelings, some sadness, cheating mentions, angst kinda (not in a death way), comfort(Sukuna comfort), 🥹

wc; 1,261

A/N;uhmmm y’all I think imma make this a series. Cuz I wanna drag it out and I have more ideas for this storyline, so bear with me. And I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

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The smell coming from inside was musk, and humid. You could feel it radiating through the door. You knew this was coming, hell this is what you came over here for. But it still hurts like a bitch to know your boyfriend, ex, is in the middle of sex with one of your mutual, ex, friends.

You were tipped off today by one of your ex’s friends, the only reason he told you was because quote unquote he “can give you a better time than that prick.” At the time you thought, he’s probably not wrong, maybe you’ll even take him up on the offer after this. That’s not likely though. You’re just, rightfully so, in your feelings and feeling angry about the whole situation.

You still wanted to see for yourself though, so you went to his apartment. You quietly unlocked the door and turned the knob, you just needed to know for yourself. You didn’t want to be privy or see the adulterous, disgusting act.

As if the clothes, that obviously belonged to him and his little- thing, that were in a trail leading to the bedroom weren’t enough, a loud, keening, high-pitched whine was let out. You didn’t need to see or hear anymore, that was enough.

You had tried to tried mentally prepare yourself before you got there, deciding to walk there for the commute instead of driving because you could clear your head better, but nothing prepares you for betrayal. And this was betrayal at its finest.

You placed the keys on the counter, opened the door, and slammed it shut loudly on your way out. You were hoping to startle them, but you’d be long gone before they got a clue.

You didn’t want to go home, so you didn’t. It’s not like you had anything waiting on you there, besides the memories that were once happy of you and him. And that’s just depressing.

After walking for a while, you noticed where you were headed. Sukuna’s house. It was only natural to want to go there. Sukuna is your best friend, of sorts. You guys grew up together, you went to the same schools your whole life, and your mothers were best friends. So you guys were destined to be close in some way.

You stopped yourself right across the street from his complex. All the intrusive thoughts immediately rolled in, what if he has girls over? Or he’s having a party? Or maybe he’s not home? M-maybe he doesn’t want to-

“Hey,” a gruff voice greets you.

It’s Sukuna.

He’s in his car, the windows are rolled down and the music is low so that you can hear him, he has a couple of bags in the front seat, he must have just been returning from somewhere.

“Hellooo? Earth to y/n?”

You snapped out of it, “hey,” you greet him lowly.

“Were you coming to see me?,” he asks reaching for his phone from his back pocket, “I didn’t think I got a message from you.”

“You didn’t. I didn’t know I was coming here either to be honest.”

“Oh…well, are you gonna get in or what? It’s freezing outside and you’re letting all my heat out of the window you psycho.”

It’s cold? Yeah, it is the middle of winter. You hadn’t noticed until he mentioned it. He moved the bags to the backseat without even having to get out of the car, the perks of having long arms, and you got in. It was warm, and your fingers started to defrost.

He parked the car in his designated spot, and you went to get out of the car but not before he stopped you by grabbing the hood of your coat. You turned your head and looked at him. His bright garnet eyes were piercing right through you, and you wanted to break. You wanted to crumble and cry and scream, you hate that look. Like he knows something is wrong.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong? or we jus’ not gonna talk today?”

Your lip quivers and at that small twitch Sukuna’s face drops. The normal irritated grimace that dawns his face is replaced with something else, something you’ve never seen before. It’s almost a saddening expression, it doesn’t suit Sukuna at all, you think.

In all the years you guys have been with each other, Sukuna thinks, he’s never seen you look so delicate or fragile. He’s seen you cry over getting a “boo-boo” or “ouchie” when you were small, he’s seen you cry over being reprimanded, hell he’s even seen you cry during your period, but all those things he could fix. A bandaid, a cookies and cream waffle cone, and a movie. Easy peasy, Sukuna squeezey. But a part of him felt like this ouchie would be harder to fix if he could fix it at all.

“He cheated ‘kuna,” you spoke plainly. It was harder to admit than you thought. You immediately felt repulsed from it.

He didn’t know what to say, he was in utter shock and he wanted to kill the dirty bastard. How could he? You devoted yourself to him and you cared and treated him with all the kindness in your heart. Sukuna was so enraged and he also felt….sad? This wasn’t the usual agitated feeling he got when you were upset, this was different. He knew this was different. You weren’t even crying yet, just sitting silently in pure consciousness.

You didn’t really want to talk about it if you’re being honest. Your boyfriend-ex, cheated on you. What else was there to say about it? But the silence was killing you.

“You could say something y’know,” you sniffled bringing a hand up to rub your nose. “It’s more embarrassing if you don’t,” you chuckled dryly.

Sukuna, however, didn’t find it funny. Nothing about this was funny. And it was becoming apparent to him, that he’d need a lot more ice cream.

What do you want him to say though? If he told you he’d kill him that wouldn’t solve the issue or lessen your hurt, If he acts out of character and said sorry you’d just think he’s taking pity on you and he knows you hate that.

So Sukuna does what he knows best, he “ignores” it. When you were both in your adolescent stage and you were mad at him about something harsh that he probably said that’s what he did.

He’d still talk to you even if you were ignoring him, which pissed him the hell off by the way, he’d do anything you wanted. And eventually you’d forget why you were mad at him in the first place, it was his way of apologizing. That was the only way he knew how to treat you without you feeling like he’s pitying you.

So he turns off the car, gets out, grabs the bags he put in the back seat, and when he sees you’re still in the car he gives you a nod and says, “come on, we don’t want you to freeze do we?” And you smile, it’s only a fragment of what it normally is, but you smile. And Sukuna feels relief, of course if you wanted to talk about it he’d listen. But right now, it’s freezing outside and he doesn’t think a car is the right place to have that conversation. All the people passing by while you’re hyperventilating and crying over your jerk of an ex is not exactly what you want to happen either.

So you follow him into the apartment.

@/cafekitsune for the divider

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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ONLY YOU, DARLING ♡ SUKUNA RYOMEN

trueform!sukuna ryomen x gn!reader

ingredients? the whispers behind your back concerning your relationship with the king of curses never ceased.

what's it? comfort. angst/fluff

allergen warning/s? brief mentions of death/killing (this is sukuna guys, c'mon)

sugar level? 1.2k

regulars? @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? i'm such a sucker for cute shit and this is just another proof of that.

bon appetit!

you were quiet today.

that was the thought that lingered in his mind for quite a few hours now, like a fly stuck in a spiderweb, unmoving, never escaping.

there were times where you went quiet, yes, whether that be because you didn't feel like talking, were in deep in thought, or perhaps even the complete opposite -- you weren't thinking of anything at all. but this sort of quiet is uncharacteristic of you. one, you never simply sat wordlessly for hours upon end, and two, you always had stories to tell him whenever you visited the village he - and by extension, you - ruled over whether they are about the most mundane things that could ever be, like how the bakery's pasties smelled exceptionally fresh, how the green leaves of the trees were turning to a shade of orange, or how there were big puddles that were begging to be stomped on around the farmer's market, how some younger curses apparently had the same thought as you because splash on the puddles they did. but that was not the case today and needless to say, it worried him.

you just sat on the large, lavish sofa in the living room of your palace, staring off into space with a frown on your face, and if that wasn't alarming enough, when he laid down and set his head on your lap - he swears it's only to see how you would react and not at all because he liked it and found it oddly comforting - you did not move to look down on his face and grace him with that lovesick gaze you always do. hell, you didn't even start running your fingers through his wavy cotton candy hair like you always did. but it's not like he wanted you to do so anyway.

sukuna, bless his heart, really, wanted to do something, but he did not know how to comfort someone. it wasn't exactly something he normally does so he was just beside himself, thinking of ways he could approach the situation.

he lifted you up from your seat to set you down on his lap and had all four of his arms encircle your waist, only to be unable to think of the right words to say.

he wrapped his arms around your frame while you cooked dinner for the two of you, bending down at the waist just so he'd be able to bury his face by the crook of your neck, but for some reason, the words failed to escape his mouth.

he brushed his teeth while you took your nightly shower, leaning on the counter, ready to strike up a conversation, yet did not find himself actually doing so.

it was only when you were about to sleep that his voice box finally worked.

you didn't cuddle into his warm, marked up chest when the time to go to sleep came. instead, you turned away from him and snuggled further down into the thick fluffy material that covered your lavish bed. that was something you did when you first moved in with him, the moment he asked you why you did that, you expressed that it was because you weren't used to such expensive-feeling blankets and covers, but now that you've grown accustomed to it over time, you clung onto sukuna most of the time. the only exceptions were the nights you fought, but even then, when night turned to day, your face was always smooshed into his chest. and besides that, you didn't fight very often so he wasn't used to this. as a result, something in him snapped. "what has been bugging you, my love?"

it made you jolt though it was said softly. you were just lost in your head for the nth time that day. it felt like you were on autopilot and the way you responded shown that. "nothing."

all of a sudden, you felt a hand on your waist, pulling you so you'd be laying on your other side, so you'd be facing him instead of the large windows. "we both know that's not true. tell me, darling, what has been making you so blue?" his hand remained on your waist, but his blood red eyes were trained on you. you couldn't take the pressure of eye contact, especially right now, so you looked down instead. "jus' something i heard from the villagers earlier, 'kuna. 's no big deal."

"but it is." he pressed further, one of his hands were on your cheek now, smoothing the skin with his thumb, careful not to scar the skin with his sharp nails. "if it bothers you this much, it matters. what did they say to make you this upset?"

poor girl/boy, do they actually think lord sukuna would change his ways for them?

it's a pity indeed. they are not aware of his evil.

it's the same recipe every time yet they are not enlightened of it. lord sukuna takes them to be bedroom and has them worship his body, pretend they are of utmost importance to him, then get rid of them when they are no longer deems them of use.

i know that lord sukuna is not engaged to any, yet i find that it is appropriate to call them just another glorified concubine.

"something about how i'm too naive to be with you. that you don't actually love me."

if you cast your gaze upon his face, then you would have seen the way he scowled.

"my love, do you believe them?"

you so desperately want to say no. that you are aware of how much he cherishes and adores you, but because of how many times you've heard variations of those words from the villagers, it is difficult to do so. he always makes sure to spend quality time together, he puts in a significant amount of effort into the relationship especially since he hasn't been in one like this before, and he always vocalizes his love for you, but you were just having a hard time mentally in the last couple of days.

"you believe them?"

if he had a heart, it would be breaking. his voice held nothing but the tone of sadness and disbelief. you couldn't get yourself to say anything though.

"my love, come near," he murmurs pulling you into his chest and laying down on his back so you would be on top of him. "there is nothing in this world that i love more than you. i would massacre villages for you, i would suffer the most violent of deaths for you, i would do anything you asked me to. and that is all because i love you." he wiped a tear that's trailing down the curve of your cheek.

"do you think i fall to my feet for just anyone?" you shook your head in response making him nod. "you'd be correct, my dear. only you, darling." he petted your hair the same way you do for him. "now go on and rest your head. tomorrow i am going to take you out to prove my loyalty to you."

i get: reblog

you get: sukuna nendoroid

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chosos-mascara · 1 year

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the proposal

𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - he was your sister's boyfriend. but, when pining over one another for so long, you can't keep yourselves from the truth; you were in love.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - hurt/comfort, mafia!sukuna, strangers to lovers, infidelity (sukuna x reader), smut, car sex, unprotected sex

minors + ageless dni 5.5k words

He hadn't usually called out of the blue.

So, when he'd requested your presence, words spoken in a harsh tone, your chest had tightened. Quick footsteps and labored breath had accompanied you on the brisk walk to his home, a firm knock over the door before you'd been left to anxiously await his answer. You'd stumbled to the lounge as he'd trailed behind, eventually throwing himself onto the couch. Hands reached to run through the mess of hair on his head before he'd leaned forward, grasping at the patterned glass on the table half filled with what had looked to be whiskey.

"I'm proposing to her." Sukuna admitted, bringing the glass to meet his lips, breath ricocheting inside to bounce back to his face. Your stomach churned, previous assumptions to the nature of his summoning correct, a pain spreading through your chest. Mouth widening a little, you fought through the fog of confusion over your brain, desperately trying to find the words within you to respond. Begging hadn't seemed appropriate - you were just his affair after-all. There were numerous ways in which you'd wanted to respond, though none of the ideas racing through your mind had felt enough. He could feel your befuddlement, hear as your breath hitched in your throat and heart throbbed, as if you were about to combust before him.

"You're- what?" The innate reaction had been to scold him, to cry, to question why on earth he'd want to propose to her after promising you he'd end the relationship with your sister, one that had caused nothing but grief for the pair of you. Watching as she'd happily wrap him around her finger, or manipulate him into whatever she'd pleased, witnessing as he'd bend over backwards for her; it'd made you sick.

Initially, you'd disliked him. The hate you'd had for your family after years of mistreatment had ultimately been spread to him, his inability to use his moral compass and defend you when they'd spouted their outbursts at you an excuse to feel bitterness about Sukuna. After growing up alongside a perfect sister while being considered the opposite, unable to live up to the standards your family had set, his presence had been another annoyance. Yet one night with him, and everything had changed drastically.

Bass loud, vibrations through skin, bodies pressed against one another with the steady drone of monotonous music prickling through your tipsy ears. Maki had been alongside you, grasping at a taller male with one hand, when their gazes fell onto you. She'd ushered you to follow her through the crowd, the brunette she'd latched onto leading the way, until he'd found a booth to reside within, Maki falling onto his lap. You'd gone to sit down, though your movements had been halted as you'd felt a hand wrap around your bicep, the muscle being squeezed aggressively. Turning, you were met with a face you'd recognised, pink hair and brown eyes belonging to none other than Sukuna. "What're you doing here?" His tone was harsh, teeth gritted as he'd looked down in disgust at what you'd worn, a tight dress not leaving much to the imagination. Rolling your eyes, you sighed, bringing your gaze back up to lock with his.

"None of your business." Hate had been intertwined with the words you'd spat in response, stare narrowing. Sukuna had been seeing your sister for close to a year, within which you'd found he'd caused nothing but trouble for yourself - a perfect boyfriend to add to the list of things your sibling had that you hadn't. Another reason for your parents to berate, and tease you over. Still single within your twenties had been an insecurity of yours they'd managed to bend to their own liking. "I think it is, though." He spoke with spite, grip tightening over you as you'd attempted to pull back, trapping you in the space before him. "I'm the owner of this establishment, after-all."

It was difficult to hide the shock over your expression as he'd informed you of his position, confusion, and dread, cascading over you as if a deer in headlights. In any normal circumstance, you'd be an adult capable of making your own decisions on where to spend the night, but residing under the same roof as your own strict and judgmental parents, living your own life had been out of the picture. They'd been told you were spending the evening at Maki's, and you'd been sure if they'd caught wind of your expedition to a less-than-classy nightclub within the city, it would be the last straw.

"What?" In situations of shock, you'd found it difficult to mask the obvious countenance you'd worn, unable to fathom a response other than a questioning comment, or defensive phrase. Sukuna loosened his grip slightly as you'd stopped resisting, exhaling heavily. "What are you doing here? I won't ask again." This had probably been the first conversation the pair of you had shared, not often exchanging more than an awkward moment of eye contact, or uncomfortable few words. Even then, her claws would find their way back around him, creating an excuse to draw his attention back to her.

"We're just having fun." You sighed, glancing over your shoulder to peer at your friend, who'd now had her lips locked with the male from earlier, hands trailing across his chest. "Sleezy clubs aren't the place for girls like you." His comment had your head flipping back to face him, face edging closer to his in annoyance, as if to assert some kind of dominance over himself and the situation. "You don't know anything about me." The comment had been the truth, no one within your family or their circle had bothered to speak with you - simply believing the biased words of your parents. Sukuna would've been able to recall your mistreatment more than anyone else, witnessing it first-hand, even if he'd turned a blind eye. You'd read the discomfort written across him as your mother and sister took turns in bullying you, remaining silent.

"I know that places like this aren't safe. The men you're flaunting yourself in front of are dangerous people." His face had softened as he'd expressed his concerns, to which you'd allowed a playful smirk to spread across your face, shaking your head. "Why do you care?" Deflecting his statement had been easier than admitting the fact you'd fed off of the small hazards you'd allowed yourself to be exposed to, some kind of thrill bubbling when you'd felt the touch of a male you'd known could ruin you.

Sukuna thought for a few moments, fighting the urge to sputter a malevolent remark back to your childish behaviour, eyes remaining locked with yours as he'd calculated a reply. "Your sister would kill me-" He'd began, but taunting laughter from the pit of your stomach had interrupted his statement, allowing him to stare back in annoyance at the immaturity you'd flaunted. "My sister doesn't give a fuck about me." Lips curled into a snarl, you continued onward with chastising him. "I think you're more worried I'll find the truth behind your business." Your eyes left his face, scanning the club around you to compliment your statement, searching for illegitimacy. His brows furrowed further, jaw slacking as your survey ended, scrutiny landing on his once more. "What're you insinuating?" Sukuna questioned, offense taken. "Owning a sleezy club, sleezy friends, boat-loads of money - how'd you come across all this?" It had been possible you were pushing the buttons of the wrong person, you hadn't known much about the male before you other than his odd liking to your sister, though the thought of Sukuna being a little more dirty than you'd assumed had caused your skin to tingle. "I wonder if my sister would care if your business hadn't been legal?" Bringing up your sibling had appeared to strike a nerve as he'd been quick to defend himself following the assertion.

"Of course it's all legal -" His opposition had began, though he'd been interrupted once more. "How come you're sitting with dangerous men, then?" Cockiness had gotten the better of you, and you'd pushed assumptions you'd made further than originally anticipated, provoking him to end the interaction. He let go of you, instead stepping to grab Maki, pulling her from the grinning male she'd resided upon and turning to leave. "I'm driving you home."

The car journey had been silent following protests from your friend, her actions halting when her eyes had landed onto your sheepish gaze, quieting down to avoid further conflict between yourself and Sukuna. Even if you hadn't let on, you'd been worried of the outcome tonight would have over your home life, bile rising within your throat as you'd thought of the hateful comments your mother would spout if she'd been informed of your activity. After directing the male to Maki's house, car parked and allowing the back doors to open and for you to leave, Sukuna turned and placed a hand firmly over your thigh, stopping you from exiting, a brief statement leaving his lips in explanation. "We need to talk."

You'd moved to the passenger seat, slouching against the leather as the heaters whined, spewing hot air over the cool skin left uncovered by the skimpy outfit you'd worn. "I won't tell her where you were tonight." Sukuna began, gentle tone startling you. Awaiting elaboration, your face turned to peer over his own. "Why?" Over the course of your life, it hadn't been often you were let off the hook. Usually, if a man had given you something, he'd wanted some form of payback, and through the uncomfortable silence hanging within the car, you'd wondered what Sukuna had wanted in return for his secrecy.

"She doesn't need to know about that part of my life." And, there it was. Your end of the deal, a contract between you shared to protect both parties from harm. There had been no choice other than agreement from you, though curiosity had risen through you as you'd thought deeper into his request, and you'd decided to press further. "So, you are in illegitimate business, then?" You'd expected him to deny, or chastise you, yet, his body remained relaxed, eyes honest. "Partially." The admission, although unexpected, had been appreciated. Knowing your sister's boyfriend had been less than the perfect she'd painted him to be had felt empowering, impurity latching onto her life without her knowledge. Perhaps karma had been real.

"Do you love her?" The question had been unlike you to ask, and part of you had hoped he'd tell you he'd actually hated her, though when he'd nodded, you sighed. Attempting to aid in their relationship hadn't been how you'd wanted to spend your evening, but the gentle push into transparency you were to give would be for his benefit, not hers. "Then, why wouldn't you tell her the truth?" Playing mediator, you allowed him to collect his thoughts while picking at your nails, awaiting his response. He'd sighed, closing his eyes in annoyance before entertaining your feeble attempts to counsel him. "She wouldn't understand-" Raising a finger, you stopped him from speaking. "What, and I would?" "To an extent. You and I had similar upbringings - my family gave me a tough time." He ran his hand through his hair, a deep breath to pull himself from the memories he'd wanted to avoid. "You were in that club for the same reason I would've been, the reason I got into my line of work."

Your lips curved into a smile once more, mischievously watching through narrowed eyes as you'd pushed further. "Which is, what exactly?"

Sukuna hadn't planned on maintaining a friendship between you, even if he'd found you intriguing. He hadn't the time to waste on anything other than business, or his girlfriend. Wooing your sister had been easy, and although he'd felt a pull toward her, the months he'd spent accompanying her on family outings and dinners had become easier with you present. Watching as you'd been hounded by your parents had been difficult to sit through, but somehow, he'd made it through. The discomfort had been worth it when he'd stepped outside, watching as you'd brought a cigarette to mouth, blissfully breathing outward. Sharing moments like these with you had become routine to him now, being able to speak openly with you even if only for five minutes while alone, though he'd been unaware of the habit you'd displayed before him.

"Didn't know you smoked." His voice pulled you from the daze you'd fallen into as he situated himself beside you on the short brick wall lining your aunt's home. You'd peered at him through your peripherals, lips wrapped around his own cigarette as he lit the end, amber flame eating at the paper. Looking back to the street before you, you hadn't replied, instead remaining in a comfortable silence. Cars were sparse, only driving by on occasion, leaving the pair of you in seclusion from the world.

"How's the club thing going?" Finally, you spoke, filling the air between you with smoke as you awaited his reply. He exhaled sharply as if laughing, a smile creeping across his cheeks. "How's flirting with strangers going?" His response had caused you to sigh in amusement, eyes meeting. "Haven't gone in a while." Remembering only a few weeks back, you thought to the last time you'd stepped foot in a club, not entirely sure how Sukuna had managed to put you off - the conversation following your display sticking at the forefront of your mind. The regrets he'd had of the path he'd taken appeared heavy over him.

"I wanna ask something, though." Sukuna stood while you'd spoken, your head tilting upward to remain in his line of sight, wishing to watch his expression as he formulated a reply to your request. There was a small nod of his head, brown eyes mingling with yours painted with sternness. "Why do you care?" The question may have been slightly childish, though when he'd watched your countenance remain unaltered, appearing almost numb, he'd decided to entertain your query with honesty. "Just do." His answer hadn't been helpful to you in any way, though when he flicked his cigarette into the road, turning to walk back through the front garden and into the house, you'd felt a fluttering within your stomach.

It had been obvious he'd had a soft spot for you, even if you hadn't understood when it'd happened. He didn't defend you before your family, though he'd amused you within the moments you'd been alone. Somewhere along the way, spiteful glances had turned to softness, guilt evident in his glimpses over you as your sister spouted hate. Part of you had liked him a little less due to his inability to be honest regarding his friendship with you - though you'd known within you that it was unlikely he'd valued your presence as you'd his, wondering if he would label the pair of you as friends.

You'd found yourself beneath flashing lights and music once more, this time alone, with a different motive. Bodies pressed against you yet none of them had mattered, because you'd been looking for someone in particular, searching for pink hair within a booth. When his eyes had met yours, your blood had ran cold, instinct calling for you to run, though the small voice within your head reminded you why you were here. Sukuna hadn't been happy to see you, but his attention was what you'd wanted, after-all.

He'd approached you with malice, touch harsher than the grip he'd had on you that first night, anger deeper. Of course, you'd been warned to stay away, and since sharing multiple late-night conversations with him, he'd thought you'd learned from his mistakes, and would change for the better. Once he was within ear shot, scowl plastered over his face, you'd teased him. "Can't teach an old dog new tricks, I guess." The excuse was poor, causing a bitter reaction from the male, though he wouldn't speak his distaste, simply pulling you toward a back door, slipping through into the cool night.

The fact he hadn't articulated his displeasure after setting eyes over the skimpy outfit you'd sported had been slightly concerning, though when you'd laid your eyes over the matte black car parked a few meters from the exit you'd been pulled through, you were offered some relief. Spending time with him was all you'd wanted, and it had appeared you'd get your way. He guided you to the car and you climbed into the passenger seat. With both doors closed, the two of you had been encapsulated in nothing other than stillness, the only focus your mind could settle on had been the steady rhythm of your heart, shallow breaths of anxiousness as you'd tried to formulate a sentence that would calm the aggravated male beside you.

Sukuna raised his hand to his head, before slamming it angrily on the steering wheel, the bang of his fist causing your body to jolt in surprise, the beat of your chest racing faster. "Stay the fuck out of my business." His tone had been harsh. When you'd thought back to the moments you'd shared together, you'd realised the rage displayed hadn't surfaced since that night several months ago, when you'd first stepped foot into his establishment. Since then, he'd been tender toward you, appearing to you as he had your sister, albeit in secrecy. "Why her?" The inquiry had left your lips in desperation, before you'd had a chance to stop yourself from asking, voice trembling. Sukuna's fingers wrapped around the wheel, the sound of skin tightening over the leather being the only noise to fill the silence. He could feel his heart beating, too.

The truth had been Sukuna hadn't expected to love you. Your sister had been easy to please, easy to fuck. As time had progressed, her annoying nature slipping through the cracks, he'd been able to deal with it, because she was society's perfect girl. Pretty, intelligent, likeable to everyone she'd met. Women had aspired to be her, men with her, and yet he'd found himself immune to the charm he'd once fell for. He'd accepted he wouldn't love anyone, and she was the best choice, not quite smart enough to figure out the truth of his past, and career, yet bright enough to keep up with him.

But, then he'd met you. Every second spent with your sibling had started to irk him, phone calls taking too long, each meal spent with her and her self-centered family suddenly becoming unbareable. He'd avoided you for the past two weeks, unable to accept what you'd made his life become. Yet, that had clearly motivated you to end up here, risking your own safety to see him.

The prospect of replying, mustering up the words to tell you that he wishes he'd picked you hadn't been an option. At one point, Sukuna swore he had loved her, even if weakly. His lips couldn't formulate the words to tell you that he'd liked you much more than he had your sister, that you'd been the only person within this world to treat him as human, ignoring his money, or status. You were the only person he'd felt he could be honest with, who wouldn't judge the past he'd spoken of.

Instead, Sukuna leaned across the console, pushing himself from the wheel with one hand, the other reaching to land on your cheek, pulling you close to place his lips against yours. You'd been startled, but immediately kissed back, hands flying to rest at the back of his head and pull him closer. If you'd let go, there was a chance he would've pulled back, a risk your heart wouldn't be able to take. Instead, the pair of you lingered on one another's lips, a second kiss, a third, until tongues met and you could truly taste one another.

Deep down, you were aware it had been wrong of you to take this any further than you already had, and you were sure at the back of his mind, he'd had that thought too. Yet neither of you had addressed it, instead opting to hold one another close, unable to control yourselves. His tongue danced against yours, cigarettes fresh on his breath as you'd felt him roam your mouth, flickering over you and fighting for dominance, fingers pressing harshly against your warm skin. You moved upward, climbing to sit upon his lap, legs falling to rest either side of his. The two of you hungrily worked against one another, not leaving an inch of the other's mouth unexplored.

His hand trailed over your back, fingers slowly moving downward until he'd cupped your ass, squeezing the fat before pulling your dress to sit at your waist, hand moving to cup your pussy from behind. A soft exhale had left your lips between kisses when he'd traced circles over your clothed folds, pressing down against your clit. "We shouldn't..." You'd uttered words of warning between locking lips with him, drool coating your mouths, keeping a connection between you even when you'd pulled back. The comment had appeared to fall on deaf ears as his fingers didn't falter, slipping your panties to the side to feel your bare cunt against his hand, brushing over the bud once more. You'd hummed at the contact, lips pursing.

Ignoring your past caution, you brought a hand to the waistband of his trousers, watching through half lidded eyes as you'd undone the button, pulling his cock free to fist a few weak pumps over him. Sukuna maneuvered your hips upward, allowing him freedom to press the head of his hardness against your slit, a few drags across to gather arousal before lining himself up with your hole, grunt leaving his lips when he'd pushed upward to sheath himself inside you.

You whined, steadying yourself with one hand on his shoulder, the other resting on the window of the car's door, biting lip as you lowered yourself on him completely. Sukuna watched with tired eyes as you bounced on him, mouth ajar to allow staggered breaths through his lips, expression relaxed. Cursing under your breath, you fucked yourself on him, cock filling out your walls, limbs to tensing when the head had kissed your cervix, sighs of pleasure between you. This had been a moment you'd pictured for a while, a chance at finally having him to yourself, unable to hold back any longer.

His hands rested on your hips, guiding you over his cock as he'd fell into ecstasy, gaze lapping up the figure before him. The way your dress had curved on the swell of your breasts, how they'd bounced along with each bob of your body, the thick of your thighs slapping on his when you'd lowered on him. He'd been in awe of how you'd made him feel, after pining over you for so long, pent up emotions spilling free with each jounce.

Finally, Sukuna felt his release closer, load spilling into you with a harsh grunt and roll of his hips. He'd whispered your name under his breath, hands holding you in place while he'd messily thrusted upward into you, milking himself on the tightness of your cunt.

Breathlessly, you sat upon him, his hands loosening to fall from your sides as you'd both calmed. Reality had seemed so far from your mind before, but now, as you stilled on his lap, listening to the ragged inhales and exhales, the weight of the situation had finally appeared to hit you. It was so wrong. But deep within you, you hadn't found the decency to care about the woman who'd added to the hell you'd lived through, instead had been the intense bruning of jealousy, and the awareness that after this, Sukuna would likely keep his distance from you. He wasn't yours.

Pink hair tickled the headrest, his head tilted back, eyes closed. While your stomach churned, you wondered what he'd been thinking. After a few moments of watching over his features, eyes trailing down to observe the rise and fall of his chest as he'd regained composure, you slid away, back into the passenger seat. Silence hung in the air, each body slumped back and within the mess of thoughts.

"I don't wanna go home." You spoke, eyes fixed on the glove compartment before you, crossing one arm over the other. He exhaled, turning the key to start the gentle hum of the engine, headlights brightly shining on the brick of the wall in front. He reversed, turning the wheel as you reached for the seatbelt beside you, pulling it to lock at your side. "Where are we going?" You questioned with hesitance, fearing he'd decline your request, against the idea of returning home to your parents, and sister. Sukuna took a few moments before responding, doubling over the decision he'd made within his head. "Mine."

Walking through the door, you'd registered this had been the first you'd seen of his apartment. You'd heard your sister speak of his residence previously, city views through tall windows, sleek furniture as a testament to his expensive tastes, though you'd mostly switched off when she'd began to brag. Face to face with the lounge before you, you'd understood why she'd spoken so highly of his home. Among the room had been a large couch, a flat screen facing it, coffee table between and bookshelves decorating the walls with what had looked to be special editions of interesting texts.

Though, your eyes had remained on the view. The lights in the apartment were out, and yet the fluorescents of the city below had poured through to illuminate the room in atmospheric beams. "It's beautiful." The voice that had teased him only hours before had now gone soft, vulnerability leaking through your demeanor. His presence had moved through the space between you, until he'd stood behind you, chest grazing the skin of your bare arm.

"I have a guest room." Sukuna spoke, tone similar to the one you'd expressed. It had been evident the pair of you had been furthest from fine within that moment, thoughts spinning at a million miles an hour while you'd fought to keep yourselves apart. When his hand had raised once more to reach your face, turning your head to the side to allow his lips to meet yours once more, you'd become cognizant to the fact you'd been unable to keep yourself from him. Savoring the feeling of your skin against his, he'd lingered before pulling back, eyes fluttering open to meet your own.

"I don't want the guest room, Sukuna." Voice a whisper, eyes glassy, you peered into his soul. His fingers were wrapped around your chin as he stared back into your gaze, as if searching for an answer to the impossible situation you'd found yourselves within. "It's wrong." His actions had contradicted his words, brows furrowed and observance fixated on your lips as he'd considered the venture of pulling you forward once more.

"One night." Your offer had been desperate, begging to be drawn to him again. Sukuna had wanted to refuse, to think of the girl he'd been with for the past twelve months, yet when he'd watched as your eyes searched his own for an answer, he couldn't refuse.

As both of you had known within you, it hadn't been one night. It had been once a month, a week, and then progressing to every few days. What had started as sex had ended with bonding, mutual feelings, though neither able to admit the truth between you, much less to those surrounding you. This had been more than just friendship.

The relationship between siblings had grown worse, too. Hate deepened for her when you'd laid your eyes upon the moments she'd shared so openly with Sukuna, fingers laced with one another's while their lips had curved into smiles. You'd considered telling her what had been happening behind her back, but the fear of losing Sukuna had outweighed the loathing you'd shared with her. Though each time you'd returned home from his, you'd traipsed into your room filled with unease, the uncertainty of when you'd see him again.

Then, here you were. Standing in his lounge once more, cold tone over the phone causing you to fear the worst, that this would be the last time. You'd been correct in the assumption he'd been ending things, his announcement of potential engagement cutting deep into your chest. After the past year with him, you'd been unsure how you'd survive without the opportunity to gush to him, addicted to how he'd comforted you, opened up to you. Progress of his character had been steady as he'd admitted more to you, as he'd allowed himself to feel the pent up emotion burdening him. The memories of being tangled beneath the sheets with him had flooded your mind as tears fell from your eyes. Sukuna had failed to meet your gaze, instead staring at the carpeted floor beneath your feet as hurried breaths caused you to feel dizzy.

"But-" You paused, a sob escaping your lips. "I love you." The three words he hadn't wanted to hear from you had finally met his ears, a sentence he'd dreaded since beginning the affair he'd allowed to last too long, a heaviness within his chest as he'd been forced to reconsider the decision he'd made days before. Seeing you like this had pained him, as had watching you leave his apartment after spending the night together, or witnessing hurt pool across your features when his hand would interlock with his partner's.

"You knew this couldn't last." Sukuna spoke sternly with hopes that if you'd accept the break-up now, you'd be better off in the long run. Too many people had witnessed your presence around him, the change in his demenor. A softness you'd evoked within him as he'd thought of coming home to you, an anger when Suguru or Toji would bring your name into conversation. When he'd ghost you, you'd simply show up at one of his clubs, slyly introducing yourself to his business associates as time had passed, another worry added to the list of things that preoccupied his thoughts. He'd hated himself for growing attached, for allowing you to plant feelings within him he hadn't wanted to discern, deep rooting the memories you'd shared together within his mind. No one knew of the nature of his business, yet he'd felt comfortable enough to vent to you.

Placing one foot before the other, focus setting on preventing yourself from tumbling as your body had trembled, you walked toward him with hands outstretched. Placing one on each shoulder, watching while he'd turned his head to the side to deny your stare, your fingers landed on his cheek, pressing into the skin to pull his face to meet yours. His eyes were red, swollen bags beneath dark.

"Do you love me?" Frantic for his approval, you asked him, watching as he'd battled with the thoughts in his mind. "I do, but-" "You do?" A smile had broken over your face through tears, confirmation that the feeling you'd experienced growing over the past months had been mutual, even if the result had pained you. He nodded, eyes glassy. "This is too much." His declaration had been firm, exposing the fears he'd had directly to you, as if you'd be able to fix them. Even as a child, he'd hide his vulnerability, yet there had been something about you that had healed his inability to pay attention the horrors branded into his brain. "You know too much." The apprehensiveness to allow another into his life had been amazingly large, and if he could only rebuild the wall you'd taken down, he could go back to ignoring his emotions. "You'd rather marry a woman who doesn't know who you are?" An attempt to offer him clarity. You'd seen the panic over his face as he'd realized he'd allowed himself to go too far with you, and offered him guidance. "It's easier." His defense had been weak, mind wondering back to the thought of breaking it off with your sister and allowing you to be beside him, openly. When had everything changed?

"Do what you want, but I want to be with you - I don't care about the dangers that would bring." Sukuna had described his business with as little detail as he could, but you'd understood it had been far from morally correct. A few months prior, he'd picked you up with an empty gaze, lighting cigarette with trembling hand had revealed the stain of red beneath his nails. Moments witnessed between him and his associates at the club, hushed conversations shared with Toji, all of which you'd heard phrases of operations he'd conducted.

"What about her?" The last piece of counsel he'd needed, though just as you couldn't aid in the last, there hadn't been anything you could offer other than unconditional support. "I don't know."

Sighing, glassy eyed, Sukuna nodded. Hands embracing your face, he leaned forward to place a kiss over your forehead, deciding to allow himself to love.

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ellepooff · 2 years

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hii, i hope you‘re doing well! i‘d like to make a request.

sukuna comforting his burnt out partner? like they‘re unmotivated, tired and more quiet than usual and just need some hugs & kisses and stuff👉🏻👈🏻

i wish you a wonderful day! i love your writing <3

sukuna x burnt out!reader (no gender defined)

warnings: none, just fluff and soft sukuna word count: 500 my masterlist

hi! i’m doing okay, and i hope you are too! im soo stoked you sent a request, and i had a ton of fun writing it

i hope you like it, and i’m glad you enjoy my writing— it means a lot <33

it had been a stressful week, more like a stressful few weeks. everything was piling on top of one another, and you started to neglect yourself. you were barely sleeping five hours, skipping meals— just doing the bare minimum. you knew you deserved better from yourself, but lately, it felt like a chore. you’d even started distancing yourself in your relationship. sukuna noticed how you wouldn’t light up when you saw him like you used to. he noticed the exhausted glint in your eyes. he noticed how you would stay in your shared bed for hours, occasionally forcing yourself to do some work, unmotivated to do anything else.

normally, he didn’t act like this, but this was an exception to get you feeling like yourself again. he was ready to do anything and everything to help you feel better. he started by going into your shared room, folding the clothes that were thrown haphazardly on the floor, organizing your vanity area, and making sure your pillows and blanket were fluffed. he smiled to himself as he looked his work over, proud of what he had done. soon, he heard the front door open, and your steps making their way inside.

“just in time.” he thought.

once again, you didn’t even spare a glance in his direction. he frowned and carefully followed you to the bedroom.

he saw you looking around the now clean room, “my love?” he spoke in the softest voice he could muster. you sharply turned your heads towards his deep, mellow voice, “kuna?”

the softer tone of his voice surprised you, and it shocked you even more when he engulfed you in his arms. your head was buried in his broad chest with his head sat atop your own.

“i know you haven’t been feeling like yourself lately… let me help you,” he punctuated his statement with a kiss on the top of your head.

you could feel the tears welling up, “‘m sorry, kuna.”

he quickly shushed you, “don’t say sorry, sweetheart. It’s all okay now. just let me be here for you, okay?” you slightly nodded your head, letting your tears fall freely as sukuna held you.

he brought you to the bed, letting you curl up in his lap completely sheltered from everything else. after so long, it felt good to be in his arms again letting his sweet words flood your head. you knew sukuna would help you feel better again, you just needed to let him.

you lifted your head, your wet eyes meeting his adoring ones, “thank you, kuna,” you meekly spoke with a small smile. his hand came up to your cheek, his thumb wiping your tears away before his lips met yours. it was a welcoming kiss that made you feel warm inside like he was your home.

you smiled as you pulled away, wrapping your arms around him a little tighter. “get some sleep, love,” he whispered, gently pulling the covers over you and planting one last kiss on your forehead.

xxx

#sukuna #sukuna fluff #jjk fluff #jjk ryomen #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x you #sukuna x you #sukuna comfort

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unloved-cadillac · 1 year

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hello caddy so um sum shit happened and i need comfort😭im so sorry for asking u this but um could do uh reader x sukuna ,reader crying over her aunts death (she had cancer last stage but my mom said dat they dont kno if its blood cancer or sum else but it was def cancer) and just comfort. ive known her for more than 10y i still cant believe she died my heart just squeezes sm whenever i look at our pics tghter and to think dat we will never see her, again im so sory plz no pressure caddy😭 luv u

C/n: my sweet angel. I hope you are okay. I know this is a little late and I apologize for that. Grieving over a lost one is the worst things because one day they’re here and the next they’re gone. Take your time, cry and heal. We are all here for you and I hope this helps you get the comfort you need. I love you so much. Thank you so much for requesting🖤

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Loss. (Sukuna x Reader)

During work, Sukuna felt this uneasiness feeling hovering over him. Something was off. He put a hand to his forehead to check his temperature but he felt fine. He pulled out his phone and looked at your contact, but he shook his head and put it away. He knew you too were at work and didn’t want to disturb you.

At the end of his work day, he drove home waiting to see you. When he pulled into the driveway, he saw your car outside. Sukuna walked into his house and draped his jacket on the hook. “Babe, I’m home. How was your day?” He asks. No answer. “Babe?” He calls as he walks to your shared bedroom.

He slowly opens the door to see you on the floor, knees up to your chest and head on it. You were shaking. “Y/n?” He called and immediately sat in front of you. “Baby? It’s me. What happened?” Sukuna’s voice was worrying. You slowly looked up and he gasped seeing tears in your eyes.

“She’s gone, Kun. She’s gone.”

Your voice cracked and he took you into his arms. “No.” He whispers and he feels you tighten around him. “I, I got the call just now. I just came home and my mom called. Kun, she’s actually gone. I don’t know what to do.” You cry into his chest and he kisses your forehead. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He says, softly. He let you cry into him until you knocked yourself out. Carefully, he lifted you up and laid you on the bed. He cleaned your face and let you sleep while he made a call to your family to give his condolences.

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After the funeral, you both came back home and you sat in the couch, pulling out your phone. Sukuna was quick to make you your favorite beverage and laid it on the coffee table before taking a seat next to you.

“Whatchu lookin’ at?” He asks. You show him the pictures of you and your aunt and he smiles. “She always to make such funny faces to make me laugh. My second mother. I’m gonna miss her so much.” You whisper and he wraps his arm around you. “I know. I don’t know much about what happens after death but I know for sure that she’s proud of you and that she’ll be with you right here.” He points to your heart and you hold his hand. “Thank you, Kun.” You say and he gives you a short kiss. “If you want, we can talk about her. Tell me all the funny stories you have of her.”

You smile and begin. You talked for hours, sipping your beverage in between stories and he chuckles whenever you did. “God, I can’t believe she’s really gone. I was really hoping she’d see our kids. For them to know what cool aunt I had.” Sukuna kisses your hand. “Her memory will forever live on because of you. She may be physically gone but spiritually, she’s watching over you. Making sure you’re always safe and sound.” You smile at his words and hug him. “Thank you, Kun. For everything.”

Later that night, you laid next to Sukuna as you slept. He couldn’t sleep so he stared at the ceiling. But he heard you sniff and he quickly turned to you. You were crying and he acted quick and wiped your tears and took you into his arms. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m here.” He whispers and you hold his t-shirt.

Grieving isn’t easy. Take your time and breathe. It’s hard. But it will be okay.

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“For everyone suffering a loss this holiday, my heart goes out to all of you. I love you guys.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#sukuna fanfic #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk anime #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen comfort #sukuna comfort

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satoruluvies · 16 days

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solace

the jjk men and boys try their hand at comforting you when you tell them that you're sad

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge.

yuta's words are from me to you too! you're doing so well ily <3

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gojos-thot-patrol · 6 months

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No one really loves the way that Sukuna does. For Sukuna to even consider the possibility of caring for someone, he has to already be drowning in love for them. A captain who went down with the ship without ever realizing it was sinking. Loving for you sneaks up on him and catches him off gaurd. If he had realized what was happening sooner- he would have gotten rid of you. But, it's far too late for that now.

Sukunas love is tinged with hate. He'll never forgive you for burdening him with this weakness. He knows how love can decimate someone, he's seen entire empires ruined by it. Its probably the one thing that truly terrifies him, and why for as much as he needs you- he'll always resent you at least a little bit.

As you lay in his arms, snuggled into the warm safety of his chest, he considers snapping your neck. It's delicate, and frail. He knows it wouldn't take anything form him. It would be as simple as lifting a remove to turn on the TV.

But unlike when he thinks about the death of the rest of humanity, when he thinks of yours his stomach turns. He gets seasick on dry land, and can feel an ever soft tremble in his fingers. His spinal column turns to ice and suddenly he's pulling you closer, despite wanting to be so far away.

He can't get rid of you. You're apart of him now, as indispensable as his eyes or his voice. He can't imagine a world without you. He won't imagine a world without you. So he makes sure you're safe, keeping you in the most secure parts of the temple if not directly by his side. He doesn't trust anyone else with you, and as such your room is only known to only the most nessicary personal. And even that feels like too many people.

You haunt him. A poltergeist in the graveyard of his mind that never let's him rest. No body thinks of you even half as much as Sukuna does- no the gaurds, not your family wondering where you vanished to, you don't even give yourself a fraction of the thought Sukuna has dedicated to you. Even the joy of battle has turned into 'what's the fastest way I can finish this and get home to them?' And he hates it. He hates it so much.

He comes home furious at you for having so fundamentally changing who he is. For taking this once fearsome warlord- a lion on the battle field and domesticating him into a fucking house cat. For wrecking him in such a beautiful and sweet way he didn't even notice his ruin until it was too late. He wants your blood.

And then he sees you. Looking up at him with sweet, gentle eyes, glittering with excitement at his return. No one has ever smiled at him like that. No one has ever gotten up to greet him like that. Or hugged him like that. Or treated him with a hand so loving.

And he just melts again, knowing in his heart he could never hurt you. You're apart of him, it would just hurt him too. Claws once aching for your ruin gently wrap around you, pulling your body closer to his, and whispers about how he's happy to be home.

To be back by your side.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader angst #sukuna hurt/comfort #hope yall like my little warm up lol

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olasketches · 4 months

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lil brother comes to “rescue”

vol. 1

#I’m finally stepping out of my comfort zone pls be proud of me guys #ryomen sukuna #itadori yuuji #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk #my art

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animehideout · 4 months

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like what would jjk men would do when you’re in your period (like how he would help you and what would he do to cheer you up)

JJK Men When You're On Your Period

a/n: Thank you anon for this request, I hope this comforts you <33 . Remember to stay warm and hydrated, also I realized that dates ( the fruit ) really helps with period pain 💗

Warnings: Fluff 🌸 but Smut only in Sukuna's part.

Characters: Satoru – Yuuji – Megumi – Choso – Toji – Nanami – Sukuna. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Gojo Satoru: Runs you a warm bath.

He would sense that something is wrong the moment he stepped into your shared apartment after his mission.

You're not all goofy and cute while greeting him.

You didn't kiss him or jump on him like you usually do, but rather you're glaring at him.

He would be so confused trying to remember if he did something wrong to upset you but nah he's the best partner.

“Babygirl are you okay? did I do something wrong?”

“My tummy hurts” you would whine your glaring expression quickly turned into a pout.

Without saying anything he would rush to the bathroom, gather your favorite bath bombs and oils knowing that they might ease your discomfort.

Would approach you gently and carries you bridal style

“Come on babes, I think a warm bath will help, hm!”

He would adjust the water temperature for you, not too cold not too hot.

Would undress you, and help you to slowly get into the bathtub.

A playlist of your favorite songs is a must to take your mind off of your pain while you hum along with the tunes.

Gojo would light up some candles for a soothing ambiance.

He'd bring a bowl of fruits, and feed you while you're relaxing in the water.

Gives your shoulders light squeezes while rubbing them with scented body oil.

After that bath, he had already prepared a towel to wrap you with.

Covered in your towel he would carry you to your shared bedroom like a princess, where he dries your body and helps you dress up into more comfy pajamas.

He's always touchy so he can't take his hands off of you but if you don't want to be touched then he would respect your space.

“You're not alone in this, I'm right here baby. If there's anything specific you need, just let me know, kay? Your loving man will take care of you”

Yuuji Itadori: Builds you a pillow fort.

The sight of you curled up on your bed while holding your lower abdomen, broke his heart into pieces.

He can't bear seeing you in pain, he wants to protect you from every thing so that's why he'd do literally everything that may cheer you up.

He would bring you a box that he was hiding, full of your favorite snacks and necessary meds.

“I got you a little something, I've prepared this 2 weeks ago, in case your period starts”

“You prepared this for me?.. you're the best boyfriend ever”.

“Wait here for me I'll be right back! don't leave the bed..if you want you can start munching on your snacks”.

Yuuji would rush to the living room, arranging a cozy pillow fort with soft warm blankets and cushions.

He would hold you and carry you in his arms to the living room, while you hold your snack box.

“Surprise sweet cupcake! what about we spend the rest of the day in our little pillow fort?”

He would gently place you and pull up the blanket to cover both of you.

His presence created a warm and inviting space within the fort.

“Here let me fluff up these pillows for you”.

He would let you pick up your comfort show and watch it while snuggling together.

Would stare at you in a loving way while you eat your chocolate and chips.

Checks up on you every now and then to make sure you're feeling less pain.

Kisses your hands a lot and runs his thumb on your knuckles.

“How are you feeling my little pookie? Need anything else?”.

Megumi Fushiguro: Cuddles you to sleep.

You'd find a difficulty finding a comfortable position to sleep, nothing helps with your period pain like being in Megumi's embrace.

He's an understanding man, he would give you some private time to sleep alone in your bedroom while he sleeps on the couch.

But the moment you call for him because you need comfort he would literally run to you.

Approaches you with a comforting smile, sensing that now you need to be buried in his chest.

“Let me cuddle you and drift back to sleep together, you want that, love?”.

He'd bring extra pillows to ensure you're surrounded by softness even though his body is enough for you.

He'd lay next to you, while holding you gently, an arm under your head as a pillow and the other wrapped around you pulling you closer to him.

“Close your eyes love, I'm right here”.

He'd tenderly give you a backrub, easing the tension in your muscles.

He'd let you toss and turn and shift positions to make sure you have the most restful sleep.

His arms will always find a way to cuddle you close.

He'd play with your hair, while whispering sweet comforting words.

Forehead and top of the head kisses are obligatory.

“We'll take it easy tonight, no stress no worries, just relaxation and warmth–oh you're asleep? sweet dreams my love I love you”

Choso Kamo: Makes you food and tea.

Wouldn't allow you leave your bed he'll bring everything you need or crave right into your hands.

The moment you told him that your period started he'd go straight to the kitchen and prepares your comfort food.

He wouldn't let you take any period pills on an empty stomach.

He'd pick some fresh vegetables and some protein to make a nourishing soup, something that wouldn't give you a stomachache.

He would cook with care and love, making sure it tastes good.

“I'm making your favorite soup and brewing some tea for you my princess, it will be ready soon..stay cuddled on the bed”.

Once it's ready he'll bring it to you with careful balance making sure everything is in place.

The scent of the chamoline drink wafts through air creating a cozy atmosphere in your room.

He's so attentive, he'll adjust the pillows behind your back for a comfier sitting position.

He'll place the cup on your nightstand while he holds the bowl of soup in his hand, ready to feed you.

The soup is too hot? he'll blow on it. Needs more salt? he'll ran to the kitch to add some salt. You need a piece of bread? he'll instantly bring it to you.

“Eat slowly and enjoy the flavours my princess”.

After eating he'll make sure you take your pills and then drink your tea to help you warm up and digest.

Tucks you back to sleep, while he watches over you.

“I hope this brings you a bit of comfort my princess, I'm here to make you feel better, I just wish I can take your pain away”

Toji Fushiguro: Give you a massage.

I mean look at his big hands, they do magic.

He can't just watch while you're in pain.

He'd set the mood with dim lighting, and calming background instrumentals, creating a tranquil environnement.

He'd prepare your bed, spreading a big towel over it.

“Come here babe, lay and on the bed and get comfy. I'll give you a nice massage”

He'd take off your shirt so he can use the massage oils on your body.

He'd crawl on top of you while you lay on your stomach.

His large hands would begin with gentle touches, softly rubbing the warm oil on your back.

“Let me know if the pressure is too much or too little”

His hands would reach the areas where you may feel the discomfort, like your lower back.

His palms going up and down your back, caressing the soft skin and pressing on some specific spots to ease the tighteness.

Would squeeze your shoulders and the back of your neck softly.

His hands moving and working perfectly, applying magic to take your pain away.

Would regularly check if you're enjoying the massage he's giving you

“Does that feel good baby?”

Would keep the conversation going to take your mind off of your period, his voice soothing you.

He would turn you around to lay on your back, so he can massage your stomach and lower abdomen.

His hands circling around your waist, going down smoothly, the tension melting away with each stroke.

He would kiss your tummy repeatedly to make you giggle from the ticklish feeling.

“There you go doll, take your time to get up while I'll bring you some comfy clothes”.

Nanami Kento : Buys you everything you need.

He already knows you started your period, since he keeps track of your menstrual cycle.

He would get off work early to be next to you at home.

He would stop by the pharmacy to buy your favorite brand of pads and tampons and some pain killers.

He would also stop by your favorite restaurant and buys you food.

Buys you a bouquet of flowers to cheer you up.

He would arrive home, holding a lot of bags full of everything you need.

“Here you go honey, I've got you a few things that might help. Period pain sucks”

“H-how did you know my period started?”

“These flowers are for you, you deserve something beautiful like you”

He's fully aware of your mood swings, and how emotional you can get so he always makes sure to make you feel loved and cared for you.

Would help you put on some fluffy socks, so your feet won't get cold.

Would sit next to you on the couch and turn on the TV.

You'd place your head on his broad shoulder while you munch on your food.

His fingers massage your scalp and play with your hair strands.

Would encourage you a lot, drowning you in sweet and comforting words.

“I know this is tough but you're so strong love, this pain will fade away... Just say the word, and I'll bring the world to you, you're my ultimate priority”

Ryomen Sukuna: Makes you orgasm.

Instead of pain in your stomach he would make you feel butterflies.

Orgasming helps with period pain, and who's more qualified than Sukuna to help you release?

He would be surprised on how bratty you were acting towards him, literally yelling at him for the slightest things.

He breathed too loud? you'd tell him to shut up.

He chewed food too loud? you'd glare at him.

He's got enough of you screaming at his face, he's surprisingly patient with you.

“Alright, listen here little brat ..this website states that orgasming can ease the pain and regulate the hormones.. get on the bed let's me stop this mood swing of yours”

He'd be okay with making love to you while you're bleeding.

What matters is making you feel okay and brings back the soft and sweeter side of you not the grumpy one that he's already dealing with.

He'd know exactly how to make you feel good and relaxed at the same time.

Drowns you with flirty and praising words.

“You're so good baby, you know that? come on let me help you release and relief your pain”

“I must admit it, you're strong.. Periods must be a pain in the ass but you're dealing with it perfectly”.

He'd make you feel much better, both pleasured and relieved from he pain.

He'd help you clean up and then give you the aftercare you deserve.

“Finally, I've got my sweet baby back, you've been acting like a brat for the whole morning. See how patient I am with you instead of slicing you in half”

He'd flirt with you, and use cheesy pick up lines to make you laugh.

Would snuggles next to you till both of you fall asleep with you on top of him.

Sukuna tends to be more romantic when you're on you're period.

Despite his harsh and intimidating nature, he's a softball when he's around you.

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gojossocks · 4 months

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Anything For You

Sukuna x Reader genre: fluff, hurt/comfort summary: After a thousand years, Sukuna never thought that he'd find you again. Only this time, your goals have changed and you weren't the person he can rule the world with anymore. Would he give that up just for you? wc: 2.7K content: friends to lovers, lovesick sukuna, kinda ooc sukuna because of how lovesick he is, mutual pining. they were in a situationship for a thousand years, can you guys handle that?

“Sukuna, don’t you feel alone in the past thousand years? I mean, all you’ve wanted is to gain power and do other villain-y things. It’s pretty lame and sad in my opinion.” Yuuji, his vessel, says mindlessly as he chews on his food while he waits for Megumi and Nobara.

“You insolent fool.” He sneered, a mouth forming on Yuuji’s cheeks. “I don’t mope around like you do. I was not alone either.”

Contrary to popular belief, Sukuna wasn’t heartless as most people paint him out to be. In fact, during the Heian Era, Sukuna is always seen to be with a powerful sorcerer.

There was you. The only person he sees as his equal.

But after you were killed, your history with Sukuna was quickly forgetten as the men write history in their own perspective. You are a significant figure in history, yes– but you and Sukuna together were only briefly mentioned in the books.

People have forgotten about how Sukuna, the King of Curses, have ruled the Jujutsu World with you by his side.

In the bygone days of the Heian Period, You and Sukuna have a unique bond as you two had grown up together. You were the only one who witnessed how he rises up to be the King of Curses. You were a powerful sorcerer too in your own way, despite the lack of title. Your benevolent nature has gotten a lot of people to respect you. People were not intimidated by your power but by your wisdom.

Despite your personality which is in contrast to Sukuna’s, it never became a hindrance between your bond. In fact, he seemed to like you more because of it. You taught him how to kill and destroy with purpose. and together, the two of you wreaked havoc on Earth.

You were the first and last person who knows him inside and out, not even Uraume could compare. He even prefers your shitty cooking, for god’s sake. He feels weak in your presence. Sukuna kind of resents you for it, how you make him feel. How he’s willing to burn the entire world at your command. He’d kill anyone without batting an eye if you ask him to. You have him wrapped around your pretty fingers and you don’t even know it.

He remembers going into the gardens of your shared home after a battle and you’d welcome him with open arms, hugging him with your little frame. You didn’t care about the blood on his clothes or how he reeks of death. You look at him with such kindness, as if he has done nothing wrong in this world. You held his hands with such gentleness, as if he has hasn’t covered his hands with so much blood. And you smile and crack jokes around him after terrorizing villages, you wrap bandages around his wounds even if he can heal it in a heartbeat. He loves being doted on by you.

He was really good at keeping his emotions to himself unlike you who’d outwardly show how much you love him. He had a feeling that you knew of his affections slightly. After all, you were the only one allowed to touch Sukuna, to tease him and be alive after that. He chose not to tell you his feelings because he thought that he’d have all the time in the world to tell you.

Well, he thought he did until he received the news that you were killed.

Sukuna didn’t look at your corpse, refusing that seeing your cold lifeless body would be his last memory of you. After that was just endless rampage of destruction. In his mind, it was his way of avenging you. People have forgotten about you because of the amount of lives he had taken— his crimes outweighed any humanity he had left of him.

It goes like that until he was defeated and sealed. Well, that was years ago but even now, all he thinks about is you. So much that he could still hear your laugh.

“Really?” Yuuji exclaimed. “I think I should ask Gojo-sensei about—”

Yuuji’s rambling was cut off with a sound of laughter, which causes both him and the demon inside him to look where that voice comes from.

That all too familiar voice that even after countless lifetimes, he would still recognize anywhere. Sukuna felt like his entire world stopped when he sees where that voice comes from. Everything seemed to blur as his entire attention is fixated on the woman.

It was you, in the flesh.

Or rather, someone who is an exact copy of you.

He had found you! You had reincarnated as he hoped you would. You kept your promise and you’d see him again.

You were walking and conversing beside Gojo Satoru as you approach Yuuji who stood up straight and looked at you with wide eyes.

“Who might this be?” You gave the kid a playful smile.

Sukuna was able to examine you up close as you walked closer to Yuuji. You were as beautiful as the day he lost you. You fit right into this modern period— you’re wearing a uniform similar to Gojo’s, but instead of pants, you were wearing a skirt and knee high boots. If someone were to tell Sukuna that he’d find you like this, fighting against him, he would have howled in laughter before killing that someone.

“Yuuji Itadori, miss!” the young sorcerer said, exuding a bit too much enthusiasm.

“So he is the vessel.” You acknowledged with a nod before sharing a look with Gojo Satoru.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N! She’s a special grade sorcerer from Kyoto but will be transferring here to accommodate you. She doesn’t go to missions anymore just like I do so Y/N would be there whenever you need her.” Gojo explains, putting a hand on you and Yuuji’s shoulders.

Yuuji’s eyes widened as he registered the significance of your name “Like the one in history books Y/N Y/L/N?”

“I wish.” You quipped, inserting a playful note in your response. “It was nice meeting you. I’ve waited for you, you know.” Then you extended your hand toward Yuuji and as your fingers met his, Sukuna could feel the familiarity of your touch. You looked at Yuuji with so much intensity, as if you’re looking at the curse residing in him. Right at Sukuna. and he didn’t fail to notice the way your smile was gentler compared to the ones you’ve given the kid.

It was for him.

You’ve seen him.

“Well,” You let out a sigh when you’ve pulled away. “I better get going. I’m sorry to cut this short, Yuuji. I hope we’ll get to know more of each other. I heard you like rice bowls, I’ll treat you to my favorite restaurant in tokyo next week, yeah?” You pat the top of his head and Yuuji gives you a huge grin.

Once you’ve left, Yuuji could finally notice Sukuna’s silence. He had been silent ever since you’ve arrived and Yuuji was about to tease him for it until Gojo spoke up.

“It’s her if she wasn’t being obvious enough.”

-.-

In the week following his unexpected encounter with you, Sukuna’s demeanor underwent a subtle transformation. He was less mean to Yuuji and the snarky remarks had lessened.

True to your promise, you spent time with Yuuji, fulfilling your role as a companion and mentor. However, your newfound indifference towards Sukuna fueled a frustration that within him. Did he merely imagine the spark of recognition in your eyes? Was it truly still you?

He found out a lot about you during the time you spent with Yuuji as well as the information that Gojo discloses concerning you. It seems as though you have helped the Jujutsu World slowly gain back its glory just like back in the golden days. You’re a teacher too, and from what Gojo has mentioned, you’re still the same patient and kind person he fell in love with.

Sukuna feels a twinge of jealousy at the mention of how you’re close with the white-haired sorcerer. He finds himself scoffing at the thought of you finally replacing him. It isn’t far from reality, you’re too likable for your own good anyway. You make it so easy to love you that Sukuna failed to notice that this disease has swallowed him whole and now he’s stuck, absolutely pining for you like an idiot. How dare you move on from him if that’s the case?

He needed answers from you or else he’d go crazy. So he finds out where you live and he found out that you were living in the more peaceful side of Tokyo. It took him a while to get in control again and the moment he did, his feet carried him to you.

Your house is beautiful, it looked like the mini version of the place that you once shared with Sukuna. He entered it quietly and to his surprise, you were no where to be found but then he catches a glimpse of you in the window overlooking the garden.

Sukuna finds himself smiling as he reaches the garden. It had a variety of flowers and plants, the very ones you had planted with him years ago. You’re wearing a beautiful red plaid sundress and the modern age never looked so good in anyone but you.

You were simply ethereal.

You were too engrossed in watering your plants when he walks towards you.

“Old habits hard for you, Y/N.” Sukuna spoke up, his voice devoid of any usual domineering tone that he uses to other humans.

You turned to him, wide eyed. It was the first time you’ve seen him in ages. Sukuna’s still in the body of the young sorcerer that you frequently saw the past week but he looked like him—with his tattoos and demeanor. Your eyes are soon filled with tears and you shakily reached for him, engulfing him in a tight embrace.

“Finally.” You choked out, burying your face to his chest. Sukuna carefully snakes his hands towards your back on instinct. “It’s been so long. it was all worth it. I knew you’d come back.”

He rests his chin on the top of your head. Sukuna’s voice turned hoarse as he spoke. “I thought you were killed I-”

“I’m already here, Ryo.” You interrupted, pulling away to cup his cheek gently. Sukuna leaned in to the warmth of your touch, melting in an instant. “ I wasn’t. I was just sealed until I was let out by one of my dearest friends. I came to find you but you were already gone, so I waited.”

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

“You were asleep for almost a thousand years. I was alive for most of it, clearly I missed you more.”

“Well, I thought you were dead. Cut me some slack, doll.” Sukuna teased with a smirk. You bite your lip to stifle your smile, playfully nodding inagreement.

“Come with me.” He murmured, pulling away to press his lips against your forehead. “After I kill this brat, I can take control and we can finally change the world.”

“By killing everyone in it?” You shakily asked. Sukuna thought that you were just shaken because of how glad you are to have him back.

He gave you a smirk. “Well, that was my idea. You know how I am.”

“Times have changed, Ryo. I’m afraid that it has softened me. I’m not the person you used to imagine burning the world down with anymore.” You calmly admitted, meeting Sukuna’s intense gaze and you tried to calm him down by tracing circles on his arm but he didn’t look convinced in the slightest.

“I’m here now. You could drop your act. I can protect you now, you know.”

“You don’t understand, dear.” you interjected, gently pushing a strand away from his face. “We have different objectives now. You seek to take over the world and be feared forever. I seek to live out my days in peace until I decide to end it.”

You must’ve noticed how Sukuna’s expression dropped at your words so you quickly clarified. “oh no, but don’t think I’d end my life after our interaction. In fact, I’ll live for a few more years until it will bore me to death. Literally. But there’s just so much to love and to do in this world, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t you want to be with me? Have you grown tired of me?” He demanded, his voice getting louder as he continues to talk. You weren’t fazed in the slightest and it aggravates him even further. It used to comfort him, that you know him so well, but now the butterflies in his stomach makes him anxious more than anything else.

You have always had the upper hand and he feels you cursing him the more you grant him your presence.

He feels disregarded as you implicitly rejected him.

“No.” You offered him a sweet smile, your eyes never leaving his. Sukuna thinks he might float with the way you’re looking at him right and his breath hitched once he hears you say the next words. “I love you, Ryo. In fact, I love you enough to know of your nature and I would be the last person who would stop you in achieving what you want. I wouldn’t be in your way but I couldn’t stay by your side anymore.”

Sukuna searched for a hint that indicates that you were lying and he found none. You had always been honest with him. He looks at you with a heartbroken expression but still trying to maintain his stoic face. He’s clearly hurt “Did our past mean nothing to you?”

“I’ve done everything I could, Ryo. I’ve done everything for you. You know I did that all for you. Wasn’t that enough? Didn’t you feel my love for you in the slightest? You could kill me now, if you want. It’d be a pleasure to die by your hand.” Your eyes are once again brimmed with tears again yet you continued to smile as you trail your fingers over his cheek “I’m sorry but I’m tired of seeing red. Gojo must’ve told what I did, you must know my change of heart.”

He did.

Of course he did.

He knew of what you did yet he still held on to the fact that he might be wrong. So is this really how it ends? Sukuna enjoys destruction and killing. He loves being in power and he will not admit that if you weren’t alive, he’s probably murdering civillians in Shibuya right now. But after he’d gain control over Yuuji Itadori’s body, the only thing that he keeps thinking of is coming home to you.

And what would the point be if you are not by his side?

“Then I’ll stay with you.” He declared.

A scoff escapes your lips and your bewildered expression makes him smirk even more. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’ll just finish this and I’ll come back to you. None of this matters anymore. I’ll abandon all of it. For you.”

You looked at him incredulously, your mouth agape. Sukuna wastes no time to finally pull you in a kiss.

It was a gentle one at first and he pulls away slightly to see you pout, eliciting a chuckle from him, only to pull you back to a deeper, passionate kiss. Sukuna smiles into the kiss as a soft gasp escapes from you.

He kisses you fervently, as if he needs your air to breathe. And as you run your hand through his hair, moaning to the kiss, he pulls you impossibly closer.

He’s home.

He returned to you 3 months later, in his original form. He entered your house with wounds and bruises, his body covered in blood once more. It was just like before, but this time, it feels so different. He had a soft look in his eyes and he feels like he’s floating on air now that he’s gone home to you.

Just like before, you welcomed him with open arms. He lifted you and spinned you around, eliciting a squeal from you. When he puts you down, you peppered kisses to his face and hugged him really tight.

“I love you.” Sukuna whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you gently. You smiled at his confession. There was a look in your eyes that you knew it all along.

“It took you a millennium to say that.”

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a/n: i bet he still murders in his free time after being retired 😻

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kayentokk · 4 months

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Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 2);Fuck It.

Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Summary;Sukuna has found a solution? Kind of, one hint though. It’s not ice cream.

Contains;fluff, little argument, not an adult way to deal with problems, cussing, chef Sukuna, totally not feelings(that Sukuna doesn’t have for you), life is ass sometimes, soft Sukuna

Wc;1,719

A/N;Okay, so I definitely went heavy on the chef Sukuna.

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“I hope you’re hungry for pasta ‘cause that’s what m’makin,” he lowly grumbled walking into the kitchen.

“Yeah pasta is fine.”

You’ve watched Sukuna cook a multitude of times, and each time he looks so comfortable. So at peace, well when he’s not cussing out the stove for taking a long time to heat up.

“Y’want garlic bread?”

“With cheese on top?”

“Are ya askin me?” He teases.

“Sukuna-,” you started to retort with an irritated tone.

“Ask nicely, y/n.”

You just mumbled out a low “can you put cheese on top?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Oh my Go-“

“It’s just one word, sweetness.”

You rolled your eyes at the saccharine nickname coming from his lips, “Sukuna you’re seriously on my last-“

“Hmmm?” He feigned innocence while cutting you off again.

You let out a defeated sigh mixed with agitation and said, “please?”

“Seeee? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Oh yeah, so glad it amused you,” you replied rolling your eyes once again.

“It did.”

Sukuna turned the stove up, the small notches making little tick noises each time the setting changed, and began to boil the pasta.

He was always meticulous about the way he cut up the vegetables and such, one time you even asked him why it mattered and he grumbled something about how eating ugly vegetables is gross. You weren’t exactly sure how one little crooked square would make it ugly since it’s all going in the same pot, but to each their own right?

“You should be a chef,” you blurted out.

It wasn’t a bad thought, just an inside one. But who wouldn’t want to see a chef Sukuna? The lean but buff figure putting garnishes on top of things and his triceps and forearms flexing each time he stirred a pot or chopped a veggie. His forehead collecting little beads of sweat from the steam of the pot he just opened to taste the contents. His fingers cupped underneath the spoon, and his cool breath blowing on the spoon causing his lips to purse-

“Y/n,” he says snapping his fingers to pull you back to planet Earth.

You immediately refocused your attention on the present moment and nervously asked, “yes?”

“Are y’gonna taste this sauce? Or just keep staring off into space?”

Then you noticed the wooden spoon in front of you and hastily tasted the sauce.

“It’s good!”

“Yeah,” he replied, “but as awesome as this tastes I was telling you, before you went all spacey on me, that a chef isn’t exactly the job f’me.”

“What,” you said with a pout, “why not? You’re so good at it. I could even be like your sous chef or something.”

“It’s just not, I dunno, it doesn’t feel like my thing.”

“But-”

“I’ll cook for you all y’want mkay? So don’t complain, cause you basically get a lifetime of free meals. I don’t think Yuuji even gets as many meals as you do.”

“That’s because I’m always at your apartment, and you’re always cooking.”

He just gave a gruff hum in agreement with your statement. The truth is, Sukuna had never thought about what he wanted to be after college. Being a chef wouldn’t be all that bad but he’d have to cook for everyone, not just you. Which, for some reason, didn’t sit right with him.

When the food was finished he plated it and set it in front of you with a glass of water. You gave him a low thanks and began eating. You hadn’t noticed before, but you must have been starving because you were scarfing his food down.

“Let me know if you want seconds with that,” Sukuna said while playfully grinning.

“Oh shut up,” you said chuckling.

There it was, your laugh, your bright smile. He loved seeing that. To Sukuna, sadness didn’t fit you. It just wasn’t an emotion he would associate with you. To Sukuna, You’ve never truly been sad, well besides the little petty things you’d get upset over. To Sukuna, those were way different because they were fixable.

That’s why thinking about the current situation made Sukuna’s jaw clench, and even worse it made him scared because what if he couldn’t fix it this time?

Once you both finished eating you had decided you wanted to talk about it. You just needed to get some things of your chest.

He was washing dishes when you started to speak, “I just don’t understand.”

At first he was about to ask, “understand what?”He had forgotten about the problem, and for a moment so did you. But he knew that you’d open up eventually so he just listened.

You went through a rundown of exactly what happened. You told him about the tip-off from the mutual friend, the obscene sounds you heard, the trail of undergarments leading to the bedroom, and your little exit. Sukuna was pissed to say the least. He just didn’t understand how some ugly narcissistic asshole could throw away everything. What an idiot.

Sukuna focused in on what you were saying again, “I mean, I think I was a good girlfriend…I thought I was anyways. People say it happens sometimes though….I just never really imagined it happening to me.”

You continued on, I mean I probably should have seen it coming.” You scoffed before continuing, I mean just look at me-“

“Stop that.”

Sukuna hated that. He hated it, that you could feel so doubtful towards yourself. Like you weren’t good enough for that sack of shit.

“You could find someone else, t’treat you nice and stuff.”

You laughed at his response, “That is only gonna happen in my dreams ‘Kuna.”

He just shrugged as if saying, “you never know.”

“I thought that when I went over there I’d be fine, I briefed myself and I knew what was going on. I was prepared for it. But now I’m just confused, and-“

“Angry?”

“Y’know, not everyone feels anger as an immediate emotion when something wrong happens to them ‘Kuna?”

“Really? So it’s just me?” He said sarcastically, letting out a short chortle.

You rolled your eyes and continued, “I am angry ‘Kuna. So angry, okay? But I- I can’t just punch someone like you do-“

“I mean you could,” he mumbled under his breath barely loud enough for you to hear.

You just ignored him and continued with a sigh, “I also can’t just cry and ball my eyes out over it. I won’t let myself, it’s already pitiful enough. Crying about it won’t help.”

He didn’t have a witty, snappy response to that one. “S’not pitiful,” he said gruffly while drying his hands off on a towel and moving closer to your spot in the kitchen.

“Have you ever been broken up with Sukuna? Actually scratch that, because you ‘don’t do serious relationships.’ You ever been rejected?”

“Y/n, that’s not the same-”

“It is! It’s proving my point. You can get any girl you want, Sukuna! You’ve never experienced anything like that, I don’t even think you could comprehend it at this point,” you said laughing dryly.

“Y/n, you know that’s not the same, we’re not the same.” He said, beginning to think you were being a bit unreasonable, “and m’not sure what this has to do with me, but all I’m saying is that there’s nothing wrong with feeling angry or sad about the situation y/n. It’s perfectly normal to want to punch a guy who cheated on you,” he said escalating, “You should feel betrayed! Hell you should-“

“Don’t tell me how to feel,” you mumbled.

He paused, calming himself before speaking again. “I get it, okay y/n? You’re hurt, and I-,” he pauses in frustration, running a hand through his hair to push it back out of his face, “I wasn’t trying to tell you how to feel. But comparing and contrasting our lives isn’t gonna help.”

Sukuna was offended. his life is different from yours, way different. And if he’s being honest, it’s not one you’d want to live anyways. Sleeping with random people, there’s not a difference from any of them. Half the time he can’t even remember them, or they’re blowing up his phone.

It’s just a distraction for him, for what he hasn’t exactly figured out yet. Well, deep down he knows but he’d never let himself admit it. And with all the “relationships” you’ve been in. It’s the only way he stays sane at this point.

“I know, I know, sorry for ‘comparin,” you said knowing you were wrong.

He sighed not liking the way the conversation had taken a turn, “y’dont hafta say sorry Y/n. I just wish y’would channel your inner me or something.”

“What? You mean act crazy and go beat my ex up or something Sukuna?”

At first, he was just joking with that comment. Trying to bring the light back into the heavy conversation, but he thought about it and seeing a more crazy side of you wouldn’t be so bad. Not that he’s crazy, but thinking about seeing a more loose side of you intrigued Sukuna.

“Well, while that is a me thing to do it’s not exactly what I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Fuck it.”

“Fuck it? That’s what you want me to do?”

That is such a Sukuna thing, but only with hookups. Make no mistake, Sukuna is an adult, and he does have responsibilities and priorities that he has to take care of now. So ‘fuck it’ is only for situations where he doesn’t have to care.

“Yes. I want you to say fuck it to this whole situation, hang out with me the whole weekend and not contact him,” he says while crossing his arms.

“Even if he calls me?”

“Especially if he calls you. I’m sure he’ll get the hint. Since you left your spare key there and made quite the exit,” he said deviously.

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a, “fine, let’s fuck it.”

“With pleasure,” he stated.

You were actually excited for this weekend, sure this wasn’t a very adult way to handle things. But if you were being honest, you didn’t want to handle it, you just wanted to act like it never happened. Not ideal, but it’s fine. Besides, some of your best life experiences were with Sukuna, what could go wrong?

@/cafekitsune for the divider

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