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epickiya722 · 3 hours
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Do people actually hate the idea that Sukuna used a Binding Vow against Gojo...? For real?? Sukuna has used a Binding Vow before though.
Waaaaay back in the beginning against Yuji?
What, is he not allowed to use a Binding Vow for his own desires? I thought Binding Vows were used for beneficial purposes. Can't Sukuna do that? Like, if it's available then why not? Aren't tools supposed to be used? BVs are just tools in jujutsu, right,
In fact, also, IT WAS GOJO! That is the same dude some of y'all say is "too OP" or "the true MC of JJK, he is the GOAT". So now someone actually kills him using a Binding Vow it's a shock and y'all don't like it? If anything that just proves AGAIN how much of a threat Gojo is to the King of Curses!
Sukuna ain't stupid. Evil, but he ain't stupid. If I was a bad guy and I told a dude I was gonna kill him and he didn't show an ounce of fear when that declaration is made and before that beat me in a fight showcasing how powerful he is, "my student is watching, so I'll show off a little"... I would use a Binding Vow, too!
He's aware of how powerful Gojo! He possessed Yuji's body so he has witnessed what this man is capable of!
He meant that and come on. We all know Sukuna. Yeah, he had fun fighting Gojo and it was a gorgeous fight. But he was not playing around when he said he was gonna kill him. He hadn't made expectations before, so why now?
My biggest question is right now, given how Binding Vows works... what the hell did Sukuna give up?
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ydotome · 5 months
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Sukuna Ryoumen “Double-Faced Specter, King of Curses” (両面 宿儺) - Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season - Episode 16
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sugar-coated-slut · 11 months
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𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚/𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • stressed!reader, sukuna is soft, cuddling, some kissing, various nicknames
𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @jjkisthebestanime
"Hug me. ‘Bout to lose my shit." Sukuna wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his apartment. Holding you to his bare chest, tears trickle down your cheek.
He pushes the door shut. His chest rumbles with a grumble of, “Not good at this type of shit. But sure why the fuck not.” He splays his hand on your lower back, swirling small circles into your lower back.
Sukuna lifts you off the ground. On cue, you wrap your legs around his waist. “I just need a long hug, don't let me go.” Your voice breaks loud sob wrack your body. He squeezes tighter every time you tremble.
His firm crushing grasp makes it hard to breath. “Match you’re breathing with mine beautiful. Focus on me princess, focus on my arms, voice, cologne, the beating of my heart. It’s all for you doll.” You could effortlessly lose yourself in him.
The tension seeping from your body. A warm soft fuzzy, tingling feeling of security and excitement washing over you.
You wheeze. “You’re lightly suffocating me.” Sukuna loosen his grasp, carrying you over to his sofa. Sliding your fingers through his recently dyed pink hair. Even his soft hair slipping through your fingers is calming.
He lays down with you, some of his weight pressing you into the squishy sofa. “How about we do that thing you call cuddling then?” The way the word slips off his tongue, like physical intimacy outside sex is a foreign concept.
You mumble with a gentle grin tugging on your lips. "Why do you act like you don't know what human affection is, when you're the clingiest motherfucker I've ever been with." Sukuna squeezes your side, his hands drifting up and down.
He kisses your cheek then calls, “Bullshit.” Your smile grows with his denial of his growing soft spot for you.
"Really? So you’re not always putting your hands on me, when I walk past. Or constantly pulling me into your lap when I try to sit next to you. Or kissing up on me especially when my focus isn’t on you.” He kisses you to shut you up, slipping his tongue past your lips. His slow sensual, passionate deep kisses leave you breathless.
“Can’t help it princess you’re irresistible.”
strawberry brat all works
Satoru’s verison
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domain-expand-me · 2 months
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You know what I'm thinking about?
Being Yuji's chubby lover, and Sukuna thirsting big time
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Imagine being Yuji's lover, you guys have been dating for a while, even before he swallowed Sukuna's finger and got mixed up in the sorcerer world. You end up having the possibility of being a sorcerer as well, so you go along for the ride when Yuuji moves to Tokyo.
Maybe your technique needs you to consume calories, meaning you aren't able to throw the pounds you've always felt insecure about. You become stronger, sure, but you feel so inadequate compared to your classmates and upper classmates.
Imagine Sukuna seeing you for the first time after taking over Yuji's body and immediately thinking you gotta be the most desirable person the future has to offer, with your soft thick body and hips he just wants to squeeze.
Through observation, he figures out you feel insecure and how the world of our time feels about plus sized people, which leaves Sukuna confused, since someone with your appearance would be seen as desirable and beautiful in his time a thousand years ago.
Imagine that a thousand years ago, Sukuna could only dream about having someone with your body type in his harem or as one of his spouses. So seeing you get dismissed or even insulted by others makes him want to rip his hair out.
Imagine Sukuna making comments in Yuji's head whenever you are around. About how Yuji should show you how desirable you are, how beautiful your body would look bouncing in his dick, how there's so much of you to grab and mark and make his.
Yuji can't have a moment alone with you, because Sukuna is always present, voice thick with want, trying to tempt yuji to take you like he thinks you deserve.
Imagine yuji being a softer lover. With him it's making love and not fucking, his hands touching you as he kisses your neck and mumbles how beautiful you are. But now that he's merged with Sukuna he finds himself having to struggle for control of his own body, since Sukuna is always trying to take control of the body.
Imagine the first time Yuji and you find yourselves in the same bed after joining the sorcerer world, and how you don't wanna take off your shirt. Yuji has built more muscle from all the training, and looks even more attractive than before. But you look the same, even though your muscles just lay under your softness.
Yuji loses control of one of his hands, the hand immediately digging into your ass and squeezing with such a hungry possessiveness it makes you jump. Imagine how yuuji tries to wrestle back control, only for Sukuna's mouth to appear on his cheek and make the most raunchy comments.
Both you and Yuji end up flustered at Sukuna's words, as he growls and almost purrs how pleasing your body is, and how if you were his, hed keep you naked and full at all times. It leaves Yuji so distracted that he loses the grip he has on his control, Sukuna's forceful attempts at steering the body finally bearing fruit.
It's when you find yourself on your back, thick thighs wrapped around his waist, and Sukuna's hungry eyes burning into you, that you think you might be in a little bit of trouble.
You gulp when his clawed hands dig into your middle, the king of curses almost promising to show you the appreciating your body deserves.
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Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season - 16
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Malevolent Kitchen
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sukunastoy · 3 months
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OKAY BUT HIS EXPRESSIONS?? WHY IS HE SO GORGEOUS!?
GUILTY OF BEING TOO HOT!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️✨✨✨🥵🥵🥵🥵
But his adorable face in the last pic 😭😭 Fuck me he’s so perfect I can’t even 😮‍💨😮‍💨🥴🥴
Sukuna nation…we’re being fed the most exquisite meal ever ♥️🤤🤤🤤
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chosok-amo · 2 months
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Sukuna that has a big fat crush on his lil bro Yuuji's upperclassmen friend that tutors him🤭💞
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SHAPESHIFTED: RYOMEN SUKUNA
she was there, sitting beautifully and started filling the room, it was hard not to notice her glisten, when all the lights in the room— even the moon that peaks from the creek of the window darted like a spotlight on her, ‘your eyes might not be the color of the ocean but I get drown just by taking a secret glance, how do you do that? shapeshited and makes me fall in love with you?’
content warning: fluff, nothing else
sorry it takes me a lot of time to write this, I'm busy working on my thesis right now, and sorry I don't make exactly like your request but I hope you enjoy it 😊
THIS WAS FROM SUKUNA'S POV
UH OH, I'M FALLING IN LOVE
the moon is bright and the day is still young, i was just walking downstairs when i heard my brother's voice alongside a soft, feminine unfamiliar one. i kept my feet moving until i was able to see who the voice belonged to. she is sitting there with her small back facing me, body so tiny i'm afraid her friends had to lose her every time they were walking in the crowd. i keep on looking at her small frame until the brother of mine snaps me out of my own thought.
“sukuna.”
and just like that, she turned around, finally showing me how pretty someone could get with a honey voice like that. and suddenly, our eyes locked and if this is what people tell you about love at first sight i think they're having no idea what they were talking about. it doesn't make my head fuzzy and the world doesn't stop moving and the noise isn't running faded into the background like the movie show, but this? i feel hurt inside my chest like my heart alone wants to run and give it to her by itself.
she stands, showing me the biggest and the brightest someone could ever smile, it's beautiful, it's like a symbol of happiness, she looks happy, she looks like art even. and art was supposed to make you feel something, maybe that could explain why my heart is trembling. a quiet curiosity was planted into my chest, brain and I knew it was only a matter of time before she sunk beneath my bones, nurtured this deep-seated unfamiliarity into love so fierce, yet blithering, carefree and unconcerned, hopefully— that I would question if I had ever been in love before.
my hand becomes one with her, skin to skin as she takes my hand for her to hold— wishing it could stay longer after the void of nothingness hugging my hand back. she introduced herself to me but all I could hear was just the thunder underneath my flesh, underneath my ribs. yuji looking at me weirdly, doesn't get used to the way I reacted, i can feel his brown big eyes practically narrowing at me, but I choose not to pay him attention.
“she's going to tutor me, please don't do anything stupid or make too much noise,” he warned me. i flutter my eyes before catching a sight of him with his eyebrows up to his forehead. I rolled my eyes before waving my hand, and dismissed him off as if it meant nothing— well, It is, indeed. I'm a quiet person, unlike him, I'm not a menace to society. “yeah, yeah, whatever,” in boredom, i said to him and brought my feet to walk away from the living room to go to the kitchen.
i take a pack of cheese out of the fridge and slam it lightly on the counter. put pressure on the counter with my two palms before letting out a sigh. looking at the invisible living room, hoping my eyes suddenly had an x-ray superpower to take a glimpse of her again but to fail. “of course, what the fuck was I thinking?” a mumble under my breath could be heard. dramatically, I put my hand to my chest— hesitation felt in my blood. as I was feeling the thunder in my heart, I wail.
my knee abruptly turns into jelly, no longer having the ability to support my body as I slide down to the floor, back sticking to the wall of the counter. “what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck— what the fuck?!” I yell in whispered, finger pointing at my heart with narrowed eyes. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked, hoping there was some machine error inside of me that's gonna be the cause of whatever was happening inside.
“you like her,” there's a whisper.
I laugh humourless, forcing myself. “yeah, bless her delusional heart,” I scoff while rolling my eyes. I do not like her, in fact, I despise her. her weirdly bright smile does not give me a whole damn zoo, her honeyed voice does not calm my nerves. she's not gonna be something I be thinking about for a whole week. she's just my brother's friend. just looking at her I can tell she's gonna be an annoying person and weird. “right, she must be a bitch,” I mumble, talking gibberish just so I can convince myself.
“she's beautiful, doesn't she?” that whisper again.
I went quiet for a moment, getting pulled by nostalgia back to a moment ago. my red eyes stared at nothingness dreamingly without I realized. the smile she gave kept replaying inside my head like a broken record, “yeah, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.” the whisper could be heard, over and over again, hypnotising me to keep thinking about her.
“you like her, don't you?”
“do I?”
the whispered whispering in my ear as I felt a hot wind clouding my ear. and that time I realized that it wasn't my head tricking me, that wasn't some demon or angel like you see in movies whispering to someone. “oh you sure do,” again with the whispering. quickly I snap my neck to the side only to find yuji with his ugly ass face close to me. “what the fuck— Yuji!” he laughed as I jumped in surprise.
he stands straight as he puts both hands inside his pocket. “you look stupid, what are you doing sitting there?” he asks, smiling knowingly while his eyebrows arise. I cleared my throat before shrugging my shoulder, “just chilling,” I mumbled. he just kept looking at me for a while before rolling his eyes. “man, you're so weird when you're in love, so fucking weird,” he sight and walk away. i stand in second, “what the fuck do you mean?” I asked, feeling offended obviously. he just waved his hands nonchalantly without looking back.
“uh oh, am I falling in love?”
OH NO, I'M FALLING IN LOVE
“is that blood?”
she looked up at me blankly, no thought behind those eyes, looking dumbfounded as she battled her eyelashes like she was trying to process the information. “y/n, is that blood?” I asked again. “no?” she answered with another question. I rolled my eyes, “that's not a question you were supposed to answer with another question,” I told her, seeing her white skirt got stained with something red. she pulled her skirt, showing me a quite big scar on her knee, “i fell,” she whimpered as if she was about to cry. her big doe eyes looking at me with quiver lips. I bit my lower lip, trying to contain myself from laughing and cooing at how cute she looked right now.
“wait here.”
I patted her head before going to the kitchen and coming back with a box of first aid kits in hand. I sit myself next to her and pull her closer by her under the knee. “you're so clumsy,” I mumble— treating her wounds. I took a glimpse of her before looking down at her knee. a light chuckle left me without I realized. there she is, eyes shut tightly, one hand covers her mouth while the other one knead with eyebrows narrowed— oh god, she's so cute.
“don't laugh,” she wailed, hitting my shoulder lightly.
again, I laugh, “sorry y/n, you're just too cute— alright, I'm done.”
after, I brought my face to look at her only to find her face changed into bright red as if all of her blood was rushing to her head. “are you okay?” I asked, worried if her wounds might be the cause of her state. “—your face is red, are you feeling hurt?” I asked again. my backhand touched her forehead, “you're burning, should we go to the doctor? I think yuji—”
“you shouldn't say something like that so casually,” she finally opened her mouth but her voice came out nearly whispering. I feel my forehead frown when the confusion consumes me. “huh? what?” she stared at me for a while, and I never knew that ‘for a while’ could bring so many things to my veins. they're doing it again, the hurt in my chest, the adrenaline rushing through my blood. my heart beating so fast it's literally banging on my flesh, so loud I'm afraid she can hear it.
she smiles, “I'm fine.”
I cleared my throat as I looked away for a second before pointing at her skirt. “go change your skirt, it's dirty. yuji might take a while to come home and I refuse to let you ride your stupid bike again after the stunt you pulled,” I said. she's open her mouth, about to protest before I look at her with a stern look, making her change her mind in a split second without me even realising. so without saying anything I went to my room and came back with a black shorts. “thanks,” she mumbled softly as her hand reached the shorts before going to the bathroom. I wait for her to change and sit in the living room, switching the tv on.
for a few minutes, I sat there in silence until she was slowly sitting back at the end of the sofa. my mind went blank with the tv noise as a background sound while pleasing her with a glance one to two— she looked straight to the tv but I know she watched nothing. pretty little hands fiddling with the fabric of my shorts that she's wearing. and maybe that's not gonna stay mine any longer since she looked better in it than me. would it be weird if I wanted her to keep the short? especially when I'm not her boyfriend.
“did yuji know you're here?” I asked, not very fond of the silence that filled the room, also trying not to corrupt my mind with something I shouldn't think about. “yeah, but he hasn't replied yet, but we made a plan a week ago, so yeah..” I nodded. just like that we flew back again to where we were before— silences.
we stay like that for a good minute until I hear soft giggles, making me turn my head to look at where the sound comes from— her. her eyes were already looking at me, “why do you keep looking at me?” she asked. I was stunned, mouth shut as I realized I never looked away from her. “you staring, am I that beautiful for you to keep your eyes on me?” she jokingly said, another fit of soft giggles leave her pretty mouth, making me smile in return. I kept looking for a while then nodded, “yeah, you're that beautiful,” I breathe. and just like that her smile quickly faded into the void and faced the other way. I feel giddy seeing her shy state and this time, my turn to giggle.
“are you shy, y/n?” I asked.
she quickly hid her face with the palms of her hands, looking away. I move closer, “are you shy, y/n?” I asked again, teasingly as I poked her shoulder. a muffled voice of squealing could be heard. she moved her shoulder as I kept on poking her. I hold her wrist and pull it out of her face only for her to stiffen her hands and giggle. “oh come on, let me see that beautiful face of yours,” I laughed a little. she shook her head and again, tried to turn away. I kept on pulling her hands, and the moment I successfully pulled her hands away, it was already too late to realize that our face was an inch away.
her cheeks were crimson red, plump lips were slightly open as her hot breath touched my cheeks. and again, everything starts to blur, noise muffled to the background. I force my lips to put on a tight line for a moment as I look into her eyes to her lips, suddenly having the urge to kiss her. it's not like I don't have the urge to kiss her every time for nearly two months, but this time? I feel like I'm gonna die and regret the way I live for the rest of my life if I don't feel the softness of her lips in mine.
“can I kiss you?” so I asked, whispering.
“yes,” she whispered back.
I never realized a single word can mean so much to me. who knows an agreement from someone can make my heart beat so fast but this time I'm not afraid if she heard the beating, I want her to hear the beating, I want her to know that my heart already belonged to her way before I have the right to, as if it was hers in the first place. my eyes widened after the second I realized, oh no, I'm falling in love.
OH, I'M FALLING IN LOVE
“are you there?” a soft voice from the other side asks.
I let out a sigh, unintentionally making a cloud of smoke in the air while I hugged my body with one hand while the other one pressed the tiny technology in my ear. “physically yes, mentally is debatable,” I told her. shivering got nailed in my body, caused by the cold weather. I chew my lips, hoping it starts to warm soon. soft smile printed on my lips after I hear angelic giggles from the other side, “oh please, don't be party pooper, I'll be there with you in a second,” she said.
I waited a moment before my body got slammed into the tree by something tiny and soft. a hand pulled my neck before the warmness touched my lips. I let out a relief breath as I made a circle around the waist of her. my eyes closed, following the way her lips moved on mine. “that's not fair, y/n, you can't corrupt me with something like that,” I complained after the kisses broke. she smiles, “but you love it.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance before smiling back at her.
she opened her bag and pulled out something pink. my eyebrows instantly lifted as I caught her eyes sparkling. “what is it?” I ask, cautiously. she wrapped my neck with the ‘something pink’ that turns out to be a scarf. “It's cold, you should wear something to keep you warm,” she said, still smiling. “but it's pink,” again, I complained. this time, it was her turn to raise her eyebrows. “yeah, and?” she asked, looking confused as if I said something stupid with the oblivion. “i know it is pink,” she chuckled.
“i don't want to wear it, it's pink. I mean, did you even look at me? the tattoo on my face? the red in my eyes?”
she became more confused, “it doesn't match my vibe,” I told her, only for her to roll her eyes. “oh please, you look cute,” she sang happily, fixing the scarf around my neck. “but I don't want to look cute, please take this off,” I argued while trying to take the scarf off. she slap my hand in return, “but I made this for you,” she pouting, eyes almost looking like a dog. I was stunned, eyes wide open with her beautiful reflection in my iris. “you made this?” she nodded, still pouting. I let out a sigh, “fine.” out of thin air, the sparkle that was before lost in her eyes now bolting back, brightening it before I even realised.
under the cold weather, those eyes and all the sparkle made me feel warm. I could wear anything pink, from head to toe, I could do anything just so I could get to see those eyes simmering with the warmth of happiness. her and those eyes, I'm willing to kiss the ground she walked to, each step, if it means her eyes would be on me.
“kuna, come on, walk faster!”
she looked behind her— me, smiling with her hand that was covered with a thick glove waving at me. “be careful, it's slippery,” I told her. she stopped for a moment to hold my hand and softly dragged me to the fun fair. I watched her frame from behind, eyeing the way her body moved, gracefully like art in motion. her cheeks blended with crimson pomegranates as if all of the splendour of winter bent to her will. people say everything was a reflection of lights, and maybe that could explain her, she was the combination of all the prettiest light that exists.
she's beautiful and adorable and warm and everything in between. the first time you meet someone you're not gonna notice the waves of their hair, but the first I meet her I notice each wave, the way she stands, and speak, and smiles, her face becomes something I'll be thinking about next week, and five months ago I don't even know she exists but now i don't know if I'll still exist if she's not here.
she's more beautiful than any flower, she's like gold at the end of a rainbow, she's like a light of sunshine beneath the thunderstorm. just like the old poem said, If I had told the sea about her, what I felt about her, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me. its would have been filled with curiosity about the girl who's been shaking the sky and sea, the cause of my religiously praying when I don't even believe in god.
how does she shapeshifted like this? she becomes something I admire. the things that I usually overlook now become something that I desire. how did she do that? how did she make me fall in love with her?
oh, I'm falling in love.
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niinnyu · 9 days
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Bodies and Souls- part 2/2
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A little explaination below
This is based of the theory that Yuuji's cursed technique is the ability to swap souls (therefore swapping bodies, hinted in chapter 222(?) when Yuuji and Kusakabe seemed to have done so while training).
Yuuji uses this to swap souls with Megumi to get him out of there, and takes control of Sukuna's body because his soul is stronger than Sukuna's body (shown in the story previously with Suguru taking over Kenjaku momentarily, and Toji taking over that Grandson dude's body when brought back, both in S2).
Just incase it didn't make sense the person in page 3 is Megumi in Yuuji's body after the swap and the second last one is yuuji's soul.
Oof I've had this theory literally since jjk222 but wasn't sure how it'd play out but now it clicked so I'm glad I was able to make this heh
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jujutsukgojo · 3 months
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The boy in art
gangster!Sukuna x reader
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Minutes later you hear screams and more gunshots. None inside though. You peek around to see a group of men shoot others. Quickly, you turn around, so you don’t see anything. You don’t want to.
Tears stream down your face. This isn’t you! You aren't cut out for this. You did not sign up for all of this!
"You know you're my girl, right?"
a/n: Not the best but oh well. i was supposed to write something for Gojo because of his birthday yet here i am with sukuna i dont own jjk tw: implied violence, vandalism, implied drug deals, etc. fast paced! ooc sukuna (oh well :)) fast paced! characters: Reader, Sukuna, OC, Nobara, mentioned Megumi and yuuji, and a little mahito (sorry)
 
 
 As you are walking to your classroom, you hear swearing. The hallway is empty and brightly lit. You are the only one here now since you decided to arrive early for class. Entering the classroom, you sit your bag down. Much to your annoyance, the noises don’t stop. Curious, you get up to go to the source. 
  In the middle of the hallway is a window. You open it to see two men talking. Everything is normal until you see what is in their hands. You gasp, causing the two men to look at you. “What are you two doing?” 
“Mind your own business.” The one with pink hair and tattoos says.  “You can’t do that here!” 
“Get inside, little girl.” The other rolls his eyes at you and leaves. “There, you happy? It’s all over now.” 
 “Whatever you do in your free time is up to you. But you cannot do this here.” 
“You own this place?” He gestures the area.
“No, I take classes here.” He pops out a cigarette and lights it. You noticed that his ears move a little when he does that. “Then why are you so pressed about it?” 
“This is my school!” He looks around at the building. “That’s your name?” 
“Why would my name be “Community College”, dumbass?” The pink haired man shrugs. “The hell I know. What is it anyway?” 
“This is a community school that offers art co-” 
“Now look who’s the dumbass, you’re just as stupid as I am. I mean your name.” He interrupts you. You bite your lip and tap your fingers.
“(Y/n). What's it to you?” You place your hands on the windowsill. He laughs and walks away. “Nothing at all. See you later.” You slam the window shut.  
It isn’t your business, yeah, but it is around you. They can say whatever about you who cares. However, you don’t want that type of shit anywhere near you. With a goal in mind, you cannot afford to be bothered with that.  
  Over-achiever, prude, rude, and whatever else they say. Let them talk. It will be you who has a good, decent, life that is secure and stable. 
“He was cute though.” You won’t ever see him again. There is nothing to hold onto. 
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Your professor points to the stack of papers on his desk. “For those who would like to, the papers are right here to fill out. Turn them in accordingly and on time.” 
This is what you have been waiting for. Your heart is racing. Finally, you got an opportunity for an internship at the art museum. With your good grades you should be a shoo in for the position. After class, you get up and grab a paper to fill it out. Since you have some time on your hands, you fill it out right then. It is not every day that the museum allows interns.  
With the final signature of your name, you turn in the paper. Leaving the room, you exit the school with a pep in your step. Lo’ and behold, there is the pink haired guy at the corner of the street. You roll your eyes and walk past him, mentally kicking yourself for forgetting your headphones.  
“So that’s how it is?”  
You shouldn’t acknowledge him. “What do you want?” 
He hisses as if you hurt him. “You’re not going to say hello?” 
Rolling your eyes, you ask, “Why the hell would I do that for?” 
He chuckles and leans back further onto the wall. “No reason at all.” 
 Scoffing, you walk away. “Sukuna!” He yells. You turn around and ask what he meant. “That’s my name, Sukuna.” 
“I didn’t ask you.” 
“Alright then, brat.”   
You smack your lips and leave. He's bad news. As pretty as he is, he’s no good. You have all this going for you, you can’t afford to be around him. With the possible internship, your part time job, to school, you can’t be associated with him.   
  You take out the store’s keys to open the door. A little bell goes off when you do. You set your things down on the counter and open the blinds. Nobara had been here earlier, so there was not much else to do. And by the looks of things, business was slow.  
  Even though it is a small shop, you don’t want it to close. You don't really see bookstores like this anymore. Unfortunately, closure may be soon since you, Nobara, and the owner are the only workers.  
  After settling down, you flip the sign to ‘open’. Nobara didn’t finish putting the newly donated books away. Sighing, you check the books and push the small cart to the aisle so you can put them away.  
You hum a light tune until the bell dings. “Welcome!”  
Pushing the cart to the front, you greet the person with a smile. They tell you what they’re looking for in exchange for the bag full of classic books they give you. As mandatory, you study the books for any rips, stains, writings, drawings, and other signs of wear that would make the book ineligible to be donated.  
  Only three of them passed.  
  “Alright, you have a credit of five. You can use it now or later.” They frown. “I just gave you a shit ton of books?” 
“Yeah, but other than these three, the rest are too messed up for us to take.” Please, don’t argue. 
And of course, your prayers go unanswered as they begin to raise their voice at you. “Stop yelling. Please understand that these books here,” You push them towards the owner. “Are in terrible condition. I cannot take them.” 
  They really are. A giant coffee stain in one, a ripped page in another, and one of the covers are barely together. The three that passed inspection barely made the cut. They will have to be half price. 
“I’ll take my business elsewhere then.” Tired of them, you push the three towards them as well. “Here. Please go.” 
 They huff and shove all their books into the plastic bag. Grouching and complaining, they slam the door open and leave.  
It isn’t every day that this happens but lately it is becoming common. Ever since summer vacation is over, there have been a few students here and there looking for books. Mainly, textbooks. Unfortunately, not many people donate them. Even if they did, many schools tend to switch books frequently, which makes textbooks age like milk and practically useless.  
  Still, donations would be nice to those who still need those editions.  
  Rubbing your hands together, you put on a pot of coffee. If you are going to have to deal with customers, you should at least have a pot or so.  
The bell dings again. Your day is ruined by that one worm, so you don’t smile. Dramatic? Yes. Do you care? No. 
  The customer walks to one of the aisles and begins to search. You'll be of assistance if they need help. The pot of coffee is not brewing fast enough. It is about halfway done by the time the customer comes to the front. You face the customer and don’t quite know what to expect when it is that one pink haired guy from before.  
  “You stalking me, sweets?”  
“No, I work here! You are stalking me.”  
“If you say so.” He places the book on the counter. Quickly, you check it out, not wanting to talk to him more than you have to. “Hey, why are you so rude?” 
“I’m not rude.” You say in a matter of fact-tone. “Yeah, you are. I’ve been nice to you all day and you’ve been so snooty.”  
“I am not snooty.”  You cross your arms and frown. It is the condescending feeling he’s giving, and the fact that he thinks he knows you so well.  
No one knows you better than you.  
“What do you call all that then?” 
“Goal oriented.” He hums and runs his tongue along his teeth. “What are your goals?” 
You begin to check out his books. “Art. You?” 
You don’t tell him the ultimate goal, of course. And like almost every person in your predicament, it’s stability, security. You're tired of the unknown and the possibility of losing everything. Tired of caring for everyone and everything else because of someone else’s irresponsibility. 
You want to live and do it for yourself. 
 “Normal stuff.”  
You look up at him with an eyebrow raised. “ It'll be ten fifty, please.” 
He hands it to you in cash. His book is placed in the store’s bag. Before he can leave, you shoot him a question. “You don’t read, do you?” 
“Not much.” He leaves you. 
----
After meeting him, you end up seeing a lot of Sukuna. He comes by the store every day to bother you, teases you, and walks you to school. Lately you’ve noticed the crime rate going up, but not a single crime is near you. For a bit, the owner was scared for the shop. Fortunately, nothing has happened. Nobara, of course, is suspicious but you can’t blame her.   
  Out and about with Sukuna, you reveal that you take care of your baby sister. Even though Sukuna has become a constant in your life, you are still leery about them meeting. “You understand, right?” 
He carries the items you intend to buy. “Yeah, I’d be freaked if you were too eager.” 
“It’s just the damn crime rate’s up and we just met-” 
“And here we are.” 
“Shut up. Anyway, I’m being cautious.” Sukuna chuckles. “I know. You don’t have to explain,” 
  You smile at him. Talking to him is so refreshing. There isn’t pressure and you don’t have to watch what you say. The two of you come together so naturally.  
   “What do you know about the crime rates anyway?” You pick up a candle and smell it first, then have him smell it. Sukuna hums and gives you a slight, ‘gimme’. You place a candle in his large hand.  
“I know that they’re becoming more frequent. Way more violent, too. Not much as robbing as it is assaults and murder and drugs.” 
“Murder?” 
  “Yep. Just the other day, a guy was in an ‘accident’ and what did they find? A message carved on his stomach or something. It's crazy!” It was on the news. The accident is believed to be staged, obviously. You found out about it at work. Nobara and you of course had your theories and assumptions on what the message could have been and who the culprit was.
   “Well, don’t worry about all of that, alright? You're fine.” You side eye him as you put your items on the belt to check out. Immediately, he cuts in front of you to pay. “You don’t have to...” 
“I’m doing it anyway.” 
    Most of it is for your sister anyway. A coloring book and crayons, some fruit snacks, a toy that she’s been wanting for months, and a cheap pair of sneakers. The candle was something on sale that you picked up on a whim. 
  “Sukuna, you don’t have to. I'm serious.” 
He carries the bags. “Always this stubborn? You can’t even accept help?” 
“I’m used to doing it all.” You awkwardly laugh as guilt settles in your gut. It makes you so uncomfortable knowing someone else bought your sister’s things. You have been taking care of her for so long, it’s weird. 
   He stares at her little shoes. “You need to relax, sweets.” After noticing that you are still uncomfortable, he adds, “I enjoy it. Let me take care of you.” 
Your head is down so he can’t see how wide your eyes have gotten. The last time someone took care of you, you were a child and your sibling wasn’t thought of. Now, Sukuna, someone you met not long ago, wants to?  
After all these years, you don’t know how to handle that. 
You find yourself at another store trying on the cheapest shoes there. Sukuna comes up to you with an adorable pair of kid shoes. “What size shoe do you think I wear?” 
“They’re not for you, dumbass. They’re for the kid.”  
“She already has a pair, remember?” 
He rolls his eyes. “And now she has two. And these are better.” You sigh, giving up on explaining that she’ll grow out of them in no time.  
  “Here, put these on.” You sigh as he gently places a heel on your foot. It's black and with the finest leather and comes to a delicate point. “What am I going to wear this for?” 
Sukuna buckles the straps on your ankle. “For me.” You scowl at his smirk and laughter at your expense. “Here, look,”  
He has you stand in front of a mirror. “See how good you look?” You hum in response. They're pretty and make you feel pretty. You find them to be a pair that’ll fit for different occasions. “What’s not to like, sweets?” 
  You suck in your lips. “You’re right, fine. I do look good in them.” You would have been able to keep that mindset had you not seen the price point. “They’re hideous, put them back.” 
  “They’re yours.” 
“I can’t afford them.” He has already done too much. Sukuna rolls his eyes at you. “I can.” 
All the pairs of shoes ring up to a ridiculous amount. You can’t even look at it or Sukuna. He grabs your chin. “Stop it.”  
No matter what, the feeling of guilt and unease is too strong to just ignore. 
The next time you see Sukuna, you are at a park during your lunch break. In your bag are art supplies that you thought of bringing in case you got bored. Now, it is just up to finding what to draw.  
“Sweets, what’re you doing out here?” You shrug your shoulders. He sighs and sits down next to you on the grass. “Why are you still mad?” 
“I’m not mad. I'm just not used to it. I'm always the one taking care of things and you pop up taking my responsibility away...I don’t like it.” 
He plucks the blades of grass. “I will only say this once. So, fucking listen," He takes a deep breath and mumbles, "I’m sorry. I wanted to do something for you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 
  “You didn’t hurt me, Sukuna. You couldn’t.” Sukuna looks at the birds in the sky flying freely. In the silence between you two, you take it. With each stroke Sukuna manifests on the paper. The essence of peace and security is slowly being captured on the canvas.  
“What’re you doing you little brat?” He takes a peek at it. It is a rough version of him. It captures the serenity and beauty of him, though. “Hm.” 
“Do you like it?” 
“Hm.” Is all he says with the slightest curve of his lips and tiniest hint of pink on his cheeks. Although this is also picturesque, you’ll keep this part of Sukuna for yourself. For your blessed eyes only. 
  Soon, the rough portrait is done. You are so focused on it, you don’t see the softness in his eyes, but you do feel the roughness of his calloused fingertips as they caress your face in adoration. 
------
“(Y/n), I'm just saying I saw him there. Not that he did anything!” Nobara exclaims after sipping her overly sweet coffee. 
“Well, it sounds like it.” The two of you have been going back and forth for about thirty minutes because Nobara saw Sukuna standing and acting suspiciously. And, well, doing what you thought he did when you first met him. 
Not that you’d admit it. 
“Damn it, Nobara. What were you doing there anyway?” You ask as you pour yourself a cup of strong coffee. You need something to distract you. Anything to deflect this.  
  “Don’t do that. I was passing by to go to the fucking station. He was out in the open.” After a moment or two of complete silence, she breathes. “I want you to be safe and know what you’re getting into.” 
  Immediately you scoff. 
  “You act like he’s some dangerous criminal ready to chop me up into little pieces. Would a criminal tuck my sister into bed? Or let me read to him? Keep my paintings and support me? Protect me? Or-” 
“Oh my God. I’m not saying he isn’t sweet to you. I am just telling you what I saw!” 
“Am I interrupting?” Both of you turn around to see a tall man stand there with his eyebrows raised. You suck in your lips and shake your head no. Nobara recovers quicker than you and smiles at the man.  
 “No, no, no! Just a tiff among friends. Y'know, friends who look out for each other and recognize danger.” 
Your eye twitches but you don’t retaliate. Not when there is a much needed customer.  
   “Have a look around! Let us know if you need anything.” You put on a smile for the man. He nods and looks around. There is something off about him. At first, you think the cold aura is in your head, but Nobara sticks close to you with the same thing in mind. 
He's dangerous. Something is wrong. 
What is he doing here? No way is he actually looking for a book. All he’s doing is looking at the walls and pretending to skim the novels. Nobara grabs your hand and squeezes. She's shaking and he hasn’t even done anything remotely threatening. 
Maybe it is the way he moves. Gracefully, like a ghost. Or the muscles that form his body that his shirt struggles to contain. It doesn’t look like he has a weapon on him. Perhaps it isn’t needed. 
  What is this heaviness around him? The chill you get when he turns the corner of every shelf. How he looks at you with a curious and studying gaze. Is this bloodlust? The hair on your arms is raised. Nobara, who isn’t afraid of anything or anyone, is scared. 
  “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for, sir?” You are pinching your thigh to keep a steady voice. “No.” 
  He grabs a random book that he didn’t even look at and places it on the counter. The nameless man says nothing when you ring it up. He pays with crinkled up cash and a wink in Nobara’s direction. 
   Once he leaves, she runs to the door and locks it. “Did you see what he did?!” 
“What?” 
She groans and explains that he checked out the store to rob it. “Why would he rob it? A bookstore of all places?” 
  “I don’t know...but tell me you weren’t scared!” You cannot deny it. There's something wrong. 
  Nobara goes out with Megumi and Yuuji to lunch immediately after. She makes you swear to lock the door and not let anyone in until she comes back. Lately, the usual busy time isn’t until another hour anyway, so it’s an easy promise. 
   You’re putting on another pot of coffee when the first shot happens. The bullet goes right through the pot that you’re holding and shatters the glass. A scream is caught in your throat. More bullets come through barely missing you. You duck and see the store’s merchandise suffer from the insanity.  
You grab your phone and in a state of panic, call Sukuna and tell him everything. He can hear the glass and the wicked noise.  
“Stay down, and crawl to the back hallway. I'll handle it.”  
It was the hallway the man didn’t see.  
  You do as he says and wonder if you should call the authorities. Maybe Sukuna will. You don’t know why you called him instead of the police. It was just a quick reaction. 
Minutes later you hear screams and more gunshots. None inside though. You peek around to see a group of men shoot others. Quickly, you turn around, so you don’t see anything. You don’t want to.  
Tears stream down your face. This isn’t you! You aren't cut out for this. You did not sign up for all of this. 
And yet, you don’t want to look outside and see what is happening. 
The police did come after Sukuna came in through the backdoor. He told you that the bad men were gone and for you to tell the cops that the shop was attacked and that you hid the entire time. You did as you were told. 
  Who they were, why they were there, what could have happened to them? You don’t know. You were hiding. 
  The shop keeper was furious but grateful for your safety. Nobara, too. But she knows better.  
-----
“What’d you doing now, brat?” Sukuna likes to bother you at work, home, and especially at the museum now that you got accepted as an intern. “Working!” 
  “That’s too heavy for you.” He grabs it. “Where do I put it?”  
“Here.” You gently guide him on where to put the sign. After, he decides to stick around and help you with the heavy things. Of course, you watch as his arms flex whenever he picks something up.  
   “Hey, Sukuna,” you start. The two of you are alone right now with nothing but the art witnessing the conversation.  
“What are we doing?” 
  He stops and furrows his brows. “What?” 
“Like, what are we?” Do you really want to know his answer? Then again, the rejection will make it easier to let go, you think. Or maybe you want him to release you? To push you away so you don’t have to think about that night anymore. 
  He comes up to you from behind. Sukuna's arms wrap around you and his chin rests on your shoulder. “I’d like for you to be mine.” 
  You scoff and try to step on his toes. Playfully, Sukuna bites your ear, causing you to shriek and laugh.  
“If you two are done now-” 
 You jump at the sound of your boss. “Sorry!” You grab your boyfriend’s hand and rush past her.  
Boyfriend...wow. 
-----
  
 You tuck your little sibling into the bed. After reading their favorite book in the character’s voices, she went fast asleep. Sukuna wished her a goodnight on the phone, too. The smile she had on her face was picture worthy. She seems to like him a lot. 
  Although, you couldn’t tell her the truth as to why he wasn’t there in person. So, telling her that he was just at work sufficed. 
   After putting away her new shoes and the dinner dishes, you rest on the couch. The museum has a big showing tomorrow. All the lifting and organizing took a lot out of you. However, you are excited more than anything. He doesn’t know it yet, but your drawing of him got a place in the local’s art section. 
   Right as you close your eyes, your phone rings. “Hello?” 
“Come to the museum, right now.” Your boss demands before she hangs up. Her tone gave you pause. Not because of how rude it was, but because of how stressed and worried. 
   Quickly, you put your sister’s shoes on and wrap her up in her blanket. Unfortunately, you don’t have anyone to watch her. Your mother is as useless as your father is.  
   “Where are we going?” She sleepily asks. “Sh, go back to sleep.” Immediately, she does.  
  Besides, you aren’t sure if you really want her to be awake during this. 
 
Your breath is taken away at the sight. Flashing colors of the police cars illuminated the night. Everything you worked at was completely destroyed. The museum walls, the art, and most specifically, Sukuna’s portrait, are ruined. 
   Your boss is tapping her foot as she is lost in thought. Suddenly, she notices you. “There you ar-” She stops when she sees the bundle you are carrying. 
“I didn’t have a babysitter.” 
She takes a deep breath. “Look around. Do you see all of this? The museum is totaled.” 
“I see that, ma’am.” She walks to you. “Your boyfriend’s picture in particular suffered.” She stops walking. “I need to know. Are you involved in this?” 
  “No! Not at all!”  
“I won’t press charges on you. But I do need honesty.” Your eyes are wide. “I am serious! I really don’t know!” 
You pray that she can hear the sincerity in your voice. 
 She sighs. “Ok, I believe you had nothing to do with it.” She looks down before she continues. “But I do not believe that you are ignorant as to why it happened. (Y/n), I’m going to have to terminate the internship.” 
Your breath is caught in your throat. “F-for what?! I didn’t do anything!” 
“You are a smart girl. You need to choose who you are around better.” She leaves you in the street, surrounded by darkness. 
Your arms begin to get tired from your sister’s weight.  
“Lord, I am so tired...” You whisper in the night. 
  After this, you didn’t get another internship. Not with Sukuna’s mark on you. 
-----
You go to the park a few days later so your sister can play with the other kids. She wanted to call Sukuna and ask him to come. He never showed up even though he said he would. 
By the time dusk broke, you packed everything and went home to think. 
  After the museum incident, you got blacklisted by other museums around the city. Even private artists avoid you. Your professor, naturally, heard of the incident and lectured you about safety and how you should not have taken the internship for granted.  
It spread like wildfire. Your boss at the bookshop had a talk with you as well. Wanting to know if Sukuna was connected with the vandalism at the shop. You told him you didn’t know and that it was possible. He decided to let you keep your job, but you are on leave. 
Nobara filled the room with ‘I-told-you-so's. Though she stopped when she saw your vacant expression. 
  Everything you worked for is crumbling around you. At least Sukuna is looking for the bastard who did it, right? 
Sukuna kisses your cheek when he walks in. It's late and your little sister is already in bed. “I’m here. Sorry I'm late.” He settles down next to you, grabbing your hand and kisses it.  
“Sukuna, we have to talk.”  
“Don’t worry, he won’t bother you again. There was just a little hitch.” You shake your head. “I don’t care. I don’t want to hear about it, either.” You reply quickly with a snappish tone. 
  He looks confused at first then his face settles in a raised eyebrow. “Look, Sukuna, I can’t continue to endanger my sister and I anymore.” 
  Sukuna sighs. “You won’t be. I took care of it.” 
“I’m blacklisted and almost got fired. My boss is watching me tread on thin ice. I can’t lose my job or anything else.” 
  He says nothing but stares at you. “I think we should break up.” 
Pain shoots through your heart as the words exit your trembling mouth. You really, really, like him. Maybe even love him. “No.” 
  “Sukuna-” 
“I said no.” 
“That’s not how it works. I can’t keep doing this. I'm losing everything because of you.” 
“Me? You think I did all of this?”  
“No! You are connected to it! Everything all leads back to you!” 
  He grabs your face gently but firmly. “I took care of it, (Y/n). You’re safe with me.” 
“But my future isn’t!” You stand up. “I have dreams, goals, all of it! My sister does too!” 
“I’ll give you it all, for fuck’s sake!” He stands up too. 
“No, Sukuna. I'm not cut out for this life. Everything you do...it isn’t me.” 
“Thank God you’re not doing it then, huh?” You want to touch his face. To comfort him and take back everything you said. At the same time, you want to shake him into understanding.  “Sukuna, it’s over.” 
  He looks shocked. Like it is finally settling in that it is over, done. The lovely chapter is finished, and the page flipped.  
“I love you, (Y/n).” The air is sucked out of the room. Neither of you have said it before. You always thought you’d be the first one to admit it. “I love you too. God knows I do. But I am so tired.” 
  You worked so hard for it all to crash down so suddenly. Those nights of the attacks were a special breed of terrifying. You could have died that day in the bookshop. The internship is gone, your work unsalvageable. The bookshop put you on unpaid leave. 
   He walks over to you and presses his lips to yours. Despite what has just been said, you fall into it with passion. He presses his forehead to yours.  
   “You know you’re my girl, right?” You don’t say anything. “Give the kid a hug for me, will ya?” 
  He leaves. 
You cry. 
____
Two years later 
As it turns out, your gut feeling was right. The shop owner fired you when your weeklong leave was up. Nobara talks to you from time to time. You finished school quickly, too. Now, you have got a local factory job. Hell, you even sell a few art pieces here and there. It all pays decently but not enough to keep your old apartment. So, you had to get a smaller one in the less savory part of town. It’s alright as long as your head’s down.  
  You walk home with your sister in your arms. She talks about her school and her kindergarten teacher. Apparently, she does not like her and insists on calling her teacher a witch. 
  You try to pay attention but it’s hard to. Lately, your mind has been all over the place since the violence in the city has gotten a bit more frequent. From what you can tell, it is all due to one man: Sukuna Ryoumen. 
 At least, that’s what you heard. That he has gotten so big that the police won’t touch him and that this whole thing is just punishment for those who thought they could go against him. Whatever. It has nothing to do with you. 
That's what you have to remind yourself. Sukuna's dangerous. Not just to others but to you and your sister, no matter how much your sister says the opposite. That he was kind and that there was happiness. She isn't wrong about that part. But just because he showed you a part of himself, does not mean it's enough.  
 “Well, well, what do we have here?” You look up to see a man with scars on his face. Long grey hair and heterochromia add to his uniqueness.  
  “We don’t want any trouble.” You try to ease the situation and go around him. “That’s just too bad. I like the fight.” 
  “Ew.” Your sister looks at him with disgust. Just as he gets ready to take another step, you hear a deep voice from behind him. “What the fuck are you doing?” 
  “Kuna!” Your sister calls with a big smile on her face. The man steps aside enough for you to see Sukuna stand there with his hands in his pockets. He has more tattoos and is bigger now. He’s stronger and looks a lot meaner than he did when you knew him. 
  The man with the grey hair sputters. “Sukuna! Long time no see! How ya been?” 
“Ew.” Your sister says again. “Yeah, ew.” Sukuna agrees with her. Not that you don’t.  
    “I was just-” 
“Get out of my sight.” The guy doesn’t wait. He takes off down the street so fast. Something tells you he won’t get far, though. 
  Awkwardly, you say, “Thanks...”  
“You’re my girl, right?” He asks you. Your cheeks get warm at the question, but you don't answer. Not when the answer is obvious. Your sister jumps down and runs to him. Sukuna doesn’t hesitate to pick her up. He was always soft towards her. 
  “Come on, I'll take you two home.” A car pulls up, a model you can’t identify. He puts your sister inside and waits for you.  
  With a smile and warmth, you get inside. 
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Pouting at your screen and huffing, placing it face down and planting your face into the pillow. Only to pick your head back up when you hear,
“What’s all this shit?” Sukuna’s crimson eyes are zeroed in on the valentine's card, candies, and flowers on your desk. As he stands in the doorway of your balcony. The long curtains softly flutter next to him, hiding his half-naked body for moments at a time.
Avoiding the question, “Are you allergic to shirts?" It's hard to take your eyes off Sukuna's tanned thick pecs. When you do it's to ogle his six deeply outlined abs. And the v that vanishes into his pants.
He crosses your bedroom while suggesting, "Maybe I should start being allergic to pants too, let my cocks hang out since I don't wear underwear." Grabbing the bundle of roses by the bottom of the stem to hold them upside down.
Sniffing at them while wrinkling up his nose and furrowing his brows. Before dropping them roughly, making some petals fall off the buds. Sukuna eyes up the boxes of candy, and the card on your desk.
Quickly picking up the flowers, holding them to your chest. "Hey! They are still pretty flowers, I just need to get a vase for them." He rolls his eyes and grabs the card reiterating,
"What is this shit?" Closing the balcony door, and locking it. While sliding the thick, sun-blocking curtain shut. As you throw at him,
"Why does it matter?" Setting the flowers in front of the lamp, on your bedside table. As Sukuna drops the glamor hiding his true body. Causing you to blink a few times letting your eyes adjust to the drastic shift in appearence.
Pressing your thighs together, ignoring the wet, warm pulsing throb growing between your legs. As he grunts, "It's that persistent asshole scent lingering on the card. Pathetic gifts." He glances over at you and the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk. As he slams the card into the trash. Which you can't bring yourself to mourn the loss of.
Sukuna walks up to the edge of your bed. His large shadow falls over where you sit leaning against your large fluffy stuffed bear. And when he stretches out all four of his thick muscular arms. While his stomach's tongue drags along its bottom lip.
Your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight of it. It had to be the cause of whatever effect Sukuna posses, like his glamor. To make humans easier to approach for them to consume.
There is nothing wrong with admiring Sukuna. Something clearly inhuman, yet you hadn't dug into what he is. Figuring you shouldn't annoy him with the questions. Instead, you accepted that he will come around like your orange formerly feral stray cat.
Who you managed to get to warm up to you by using food. And now Mr.Cheese is a cuddly house cat. Only with Sukuna, you don't know what he wants just yet. If he wanted to eat you, he could have done so long ago.
Unless he likes playing with his food. Even so what type of fucking around is he doing with you?
Reaching across the bed, with his top left hand, grabbing your ankle. Yanking you down to the bottom of your bed, which Sukuna replaced the frame of after he broke it. When he sat down on it the first time.
His gaze is intense and unreadable as he snaps, "You're lost in your head. Don't tell me you're thinking about the little shit and his pathetic gifts." Furrowing your brows, and rolling onto your stomach.
Crawling away grumbling, "Doesn't matter." Sukuna loosely grabs your throat. While splaying his fingers on your lower back, pressing you into the bed. He groans,
"I can smell you soaking through your panties. Every time I come over your pussy starts dripping. That's why it matters, you're mine princess." Your pussy quivers at the nickname. As you whine,
"Please Sukuna. I want you, please. Don't get jealous, I'm your princess." You don't know what you're begging for. Only that a persistent frustrating desperate aching need for him is fueling you.
"Do you like that one? Do you want to be my pampered pretty princess? Who is guarded and fucked by her big scary monster?" Slipping his hand underneath your baggy shirt. Massaging your cheeks, as his fingers brush close to your clothed pussy.
Shifting your hips rubbing his fingers on your pussy. Grinding your hips back as Sukuna keeps his hand still. While you whimper out, "Fucked?!" You can't stop moving your hips. The friction is better than anything you've felt from touching yourself.
Bringing up to Sukuna, "I know that a man goes in a woman. And it makes a baby with the two parts touch. Why would you want to-" You stop as Sukuna's laughter gets louder as he drops his hand from your throat.
Your cheeks burn Sukuna flips you onto your back. Fixing you back underneath him while admitting, "You have my cocks rock hard desperately rubbing your pussy on my fingers." Pressing his palm on your pussy. His hand is large enough to cover everything.
Urging you to mimic your earlier actions, "Are you sure you want to stop?" His fingertips are just below your belly button. You couldn't get over the size difference. Especially when you were pressed against him cuddling in close during a scary movie.
Squeezing your legs around his hand while grinding your hips. The tingling pleasure from the friction builds a familiar tension in your gut. Which never seems to break no matter how much you try.
Sukuna's smile stretches into a smirk as he tells you, "We won't be making a crotch goblin. Princess, are you a virgin? Tell me I'm the first one to touch your pussy and I might go a little crazy." Sukuna is caging you in with his top arms, as he holds a fist full of your blanket.
Huffing, "So what of it?" Trying to act more attention than you are. As you keep rubbing your clit on his palm. He snickers,
"Defensive little princess aren't you? There is nothing wrong with how I'm going to be the only one to kiss, touch and fill your dripping pussy up." He pins your hips, keeping you from rubbing your clit on his palm.
"Hmm you don't know properly beg how-to for it just yet. Or even what it is, it seems. There are so many pleasurable depraved things I want to do to you, princess. And I want to hear you beg for every one of them." Your eyes widen as you plead,
"Please Sukuna. Whatever it is about you that is making me so wet. Maybe it's part of the glamor but it stays even while you're gone. And touching myself doesn't help." Slipping his fingers underneath your shorts and panties, ripping them off with ease.
"Wrong, that's all you princess. You're my sexy little monster who needs me to help her cum. Aren't you? " Dragging the tip of his stomach's thick tongue along your lips. The hot wet softness of his tongue has you loudly groaning,
"I'm your sexy little monster fucker. Please I want all of you, please! Fuck don't stop that feels so wonderful. Please. Please. I'll learn whatever you want me to, to keep you going." He flicks his tongue faster. As your moans become incoherent pleas.
Sukuna groans, "Mm you're a natural slut aren't you, good girl, keep begging like that. Telling how good I'm making my pretty little virgin pussy feel." Rubbing your clit faster as the tension builds mind spinningly quick.
Unable to handle the mounting pleasure you jerk your hips away. While whimpering, "Don't stop!" Depriving yourself of the pleasure you're craving. As Sukuna drags you back while crooning,
"So fucking hot that your virgin pussy is too sensitive to handle me. You want it so bad even though you can barely handle it. If that isn't the hottest thing. Your pussy must be as greed as you are." Ripping your shirt and dropping the scraps of your t-shirt onto the floor. Sliding one of his hands up your side, massaging your breasts. While the tongue of his hand flicks your nipple.
The soft suckling of the mouth on his hand, lazily rubbing your nipple. Sending sweet pleasure down into your clit. Stroking the tense coil winding inside your gut, tempting it to finally snap.
Reaching out, dragging your fingers over his hard pecs. Only to dig your nails into his chest. In all the times you rubbed your clit after Sukuna left you've never been this close before.
Rambling to Sukuna, "I have a greedy pussy who needs your monster cocks! Hold me down and make my pussy take it. Please I need you to ruin my pussy! Nng!" This warm slick gushes from your pussy soaking his stomach's tongue.
Sukuna wonders, "I wonder how many times you can cum before you're begging for me to stop. Or if you'll let me fuck you to sleep. I'll clean your body up and put an ice pack between your legs. Since your pussy is going to be sore after this." He pulls his stomach's large tongue away.
He grabs your phone off the bed, and takes a picture of your pleasure-drunk face. With his hand around your throat, posting it without a caption to your insta. Before showing you the picture, ""s pretty princess cum drunk wearing my hand like a collar."
Lost in the hazy high of your first time cumming you can't bring yourself to care about the picture. While Sukuna crouches in front of you, spreading your pussy lips apart to look inside of you. As he expresses,
"Your little pussy is going to look so hot painted white with my cum. Fuck she's spasming, squeezing 'round nothing, aching for me." Sukuna kisses your pussy before he stands up.
Stripping himself of his jeans and underwear. When you beg, "Need more of you, I want you to be my first everything." Sitting up, shifting closer to the edge of your bed. As your clit twitches from the sudden lack of stimulation after such intense attention.
Sukuna says, "I'm going to be your first and only princess. You're all mine princess, and I know you are going to be a good girl and learn how to take care of my cock. Aren't you?"
Dangling your legs off the bed as your eyes go wide. His cocks are at eye level when you're sitting down, glancing up at Sukuna only heightens your sense of how small you are in front of the nine-foot-tall beast that Sukuna is. Without his glamor concealing his form.
Dropping your gaze back down, his top cock is standing up. With its pointed tip, which thickens till it reaches a ridged part. Dragging your fingers tips along bumps along the bottom.
Leaning forward and softly kissing the bottom of his top head. "I'll take care of both your monster cocks with my pussy the best I can." Wrapping your hand around his top one, your fingertips don't touch. And Sukuna groans,
"My cock is already big but with your tiny hand around it, it's massive. Nng Princess, I love how you get wetter when I call you that. Nnng!" He grabs the back of your head, pushing you forward. While nudging his tip against your lips, as you open your mouth.
Instructing you, "Stick your tongue out, focusing on breathing through your nose, and don't let your teeth snag me." While pushing his cock deeper into his mouth. You barely fit his tip into your mouth. He is too thick.
Your eyes widen and tears start to blur your sight. Pulling away, dragging his cock along your stuck-out tongue. If not for the smallest point like a tip he wouldn't be able to fit into your mouth at all.
Grabbing his bottom cock with both hands as he groans, "That's it use both your hands to massage my monster cock princess." The bottom head is rounder, with a mushroom-like head.
Trailing your fingers down the veiny but otherwise smooth cock, till you meet a swelling knot at the base. Quickly thrusting his hips forward as he pushes your head. While fat tears roll down your cheeks as he sneers,
"Crybaby, your barely taking the tip. I guess your mouth is useless. Unless I-" He slips his cock out of your mouth. While grabbing your throat, cutting off any protests you have.
Letting go of Sukuna as he lifts you off the bed, holding you close to his face. Your feet dangle off the ground.
Sukuna leans in roughly bitting your bottom lip before kissing you. Slapping your ass roughly to make you gasp. So he can slip his tongue into your mouth. While he grabs your legs, folding and spreading your legs apart.
The tip of his stomach's thick tongue flicks your clit. Causing you to groan into Sukuna's mouth. As you follow along with how his soft tongue rubs yours.
Sukuna pulls away and reiterates, "Your mouth is too small to do much. Unless I'm trying to break your little neck with my cock my time ruining your little virgin pussy and ass, so no human shit could ever get you off the way I can." Whining at the loss of his tongue flicking your clit.
Begging Sukuna, "Ruin my pussy please teddy bear." You picked up the name since he turned into a cuddle monster during movies. With his massive body, you could easily lay on top of him. As he stretches out and hangs off your bed. Which is easily too small for him.
Turning your body around to face the heart-shaped mirror on your wall. Holding your legs open, displaying your wet pussy. While he tightens his grasp around your throat. A third hand cupping one of your breasts.
The teeth sink in as you try to cry and writhe. His three large hands holding you in place to render you to meer trembles. He moans while spreading your pussy open to get one last look at your virgin pussy he says,
"I'm about to make your dripping, sexy little pussy as fucked up as you are in the head. Am I your cuddly teddy bear, making you feel warm between your legs princess? I wonder what you'll call me after I make you watch yourself get fucked." Pushing one thick finger past your lips. As he loosens his grasp around your throat to hear you moaning.
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