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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 more thoughts of rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who may or may not end up becoming rockstar fiancé! sukuna.

continuation of rockstar! sukuna thoughts.

ageless/minors dni. 18+ content scattered below. not limited to p in v, video sex, generalised nsfw. f! reader.

as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy! ᱬ ࣪𖤐

part 2 word count: 1,209 | series word count: 4,975

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist | part 1 | part 3

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, at every given opportunity, will use samples of you in his music - voice, video, photos? all check. after all, he wants to show you off to the world - especially with photos that leave little to the imagination while protecting your dignity.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who has a space for you on his tour bus and vice versa. fuck what his bandmates had to say, he wanted you beside him whenever one of you wasn’t touring.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who at every given opportunity will take photos and videos of you, be that of you writing your band's next hit song or when the two of you are cuddled up in bed after fucking, and every moment in between.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, while fucking you in the nastiest positions you could imagine, marks you in a way he knows everyone out there will see. the thought of everyone seeing exactly who you belong to gets him off.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who spends more time backstage at your concerts, that much so that it would be considered weird if he wasn’t dating you. not that he would care what those losers would say, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who doesn’t show it but he misses you so goddamn much whenever you’re both touring at the same time. he hates spending time apart from you, everything feels so empty.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who makes the most of the private album he has on his phone in times like that. an album that’s full of the most dirty pictures and videos of you. that one picture of you looking completely fucked out after he had you in a mating press? that video of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy at an alarming rate? that audio of you moaning out his name as you begged him to let you come? he’s got those and more. after all, he needs to make sure he remembers you in every way possible.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who will occasionally video call you when he’s keeping himself busy just so he can see your reaction when he moans out your name, growling that he’ll be back soon enough and you can make up for all the lost time he’s had to use his hand to pump his cock.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who also video calls you when you’re both touring so he can keep you company when you’re feeling a little down being in another country to him. who lets you fall asleep while on call as he knows it’s the only way you’ll get a good sleep and wake up feeling more refreshed. he’s counting down the days until you're back home.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who’s waiting for you at the airport for your band to land when your tour finally ended. he said it was purely so he could keep the paparazzi off you but in reality, he wanted to be the first person you saw when you stepped through the doors. big smile on your face as you wrap your arms around him, whispers of how much you've missed him making him smile softly.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, despite your protests, takes you out for a meal that night, being sure to wine and dine you because he missed the fuck out of you. who’s also buttering you up so he can be head first and cock first in between your legs when he gets you back through the front door of his apartment.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who might look like someone who doesn’t even know the meaning of the word soft but clearly he does, especially when he has you pinned down under him, thrusts into you soft and slow despite wanting to ruin you again. soft kisses and words as he silences you with kisses. after all, you need to rest your voice after such a long tour. you'll be the only one who will see this side of him, no one else and you love it as much as you love him.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, despite never thinking he’d ever find someone to love cause he truly believed the whole thing was bullshit, cuddles your closer to him, not wanting to let you go. arms wrapped around you and hand stroking your hair as you rested your hand on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart, possibly inspiring a new song knowing you.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who has to make sure everything is perfect, not being on the stage while planning something this big made him more nervous than he expected. give him a big audience and his bad-boy persona - that was a walk in the park compared to this.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who waits for you to come back from shopping before you head over to his place, helping you make some food before you both sit down on the sofa with a notebook in your hand. ideas bouncing off each other as his leg bounced in anxiety. he had to pick the right time.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, at the moment you ask him what should go in this verses last line, blurts out “you gonna marry me or what woman?” before taking in your bewildered expression, eyes wide.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who’s suddenly become full blown nervous as he looks at you, throat drying up and heart pounding so erratically it could burst from his chest. who feels like the seconds have begun to drag as he waits for you to respond, that’s if you ever did.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, for probably the first time in his life, becomes deflated and quickly removes his hand from his pocket trying to distract himself, not paying attention to the huge smile on your face before you’re pouncing on top of him with a laugh, arms wrapping around him and you muttered back “I think the new line of the chorus should be of course i’ll marry you, you fucking idiot”.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who looks at you confused as you smile brightly, cupping his face and placing a hard kiss on his lips. who’s still as confused as you pull back, thumb rubbing his cheek as you hum out a quick “i said of course i’ll marry you”.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who becomes rockstar fiancé! sukuna when he finally slips the ring onto your finger, taking a moment to admire the fact you’re one step closer to not only being with him for the rest of your lives but taking his name as yours.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, a few days later, posts to his public insta account for the first time in a good few months, with a photo of you and him, hands up showing off the ring you wore while doing your signature poses with your other hand. “who wouldn’t say no to me? future mrs r.s. coming soon @/itsherduh”.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who smirks at the comments that ping through his phone as he glances over to you lying on the bed, snapping a quick photo, this one being posted to his private insta this time with the caption “here’s to the rest of eternity together, my dove”.

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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 thoughts of rockstar! sukuna turning into rockstar boyfriend! sukuna.

had this thought while listening to v.a.n earlier when working.

general swearing but this part is sfw.

f! reader. as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy ᱬ ࣪𖤐

part 1 word count: 1,222 | series word count: 4,975

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist | part 2 | part 3

rockstar! sukuna who stood pouting like a child with his arms folded, not caring to listen to what his bandmate had to say about the tickets currently being waved in his hand.

rockstar! sukuna who’s currently standing backstage at a concert for a new and upcoming band, one that shouldn’t have that many fans but judging by the crowd that was still gathering, he was wrong.

rockstar! sukuna who’s still tuning out his bandmate when they chatter on about how they got the passes thanks to connections and this new band was going to make it big, all thanks to the main star - their lead singer.

rockstar! sukuna who’s now paying attention to what’s said once he hears that the lead singer is a girl. things have just gotten interesting, it was rare to have a female in such a male-dominated space, he had to see this for himself.

rockstar! sukuna who’s not impressed when he first sees you walking past his group. you looked so shy and meek while quickly offering a “hello” and a wave. clearly the idiot was mistaken when he was yapping earlier.

rockstar! sukuna who’s eating his words soon after when he hears the sounds that come out once you open your mouth after getting the crowd going. the singing, the screaming, the growling? you were far from meek.

rockstar! sukuna who watches you carefully, the way you jump around the stage, the bright smile on your face as you enjoy the buzz around you as you continue to perform for your fans - a buzz he understands all too well.

rockstar! sukuna who finds himself tapping his foot to some of the songs your band plays, it’s totally because he’s a musician and not because he’s starting to enjoy himself.

rockstar! sukuna who finds himself clapping along with his bandmates once your set ends and the lights come back on, watching the bodies on the stage filter backstage again. the look of pure joy on your face is cute. wait did he actually think that?

rockstar! sukuna who offers a grunt when you finally take the time to talk to the group, offering a thanks for coming and watching. who doesn’t miss the way you tilt your head and smirk at him before turning your attention to his bassist. he’d strangle the fucker if he tried anything.

rockstar! sukuna who follows behind the big group back to the dressing room for a drink because, let’s face it, it’s the least you could do to thank them for coming along even when they didn’t have to.

rockstar! sukuna who finds himself alone on a couch before you plopped yourself down, offering another drink before leaning back, talking away to yourself about something he couldn’t quite hear.

rockstar! sukuna who leaves an hour or so later with the rest of his band, not before he had your personal contact details and socials in his phone - after all, he might fancy a collab one day with you.

rockstar! sukuna who turns into fanboy! sukuna for a while when he gets home, hopelessly stalking your insta to get a glimpse into your life. who found himself smirking at the picture of you and your new puppy you’d posted a day before he met you, double tapping to lock in that like. of course, it would be from his own private and personal insta and only a few special people would have that account.

rockstar! sukuna who, one night, in his semi-drunk state, might have sent you a message detailing what he would do to you if he had you alone and you were his. not caring that he was being too out there, cause fuck that shit, life is for living right?

rockstar! sukuna who nearly drops his phone at the message you sent back to him, who knew you kinda enjoyed stranger danger? he was way in over his head but he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

rockstar! sukuna who attended quite a few more of your shows after that message, thanks to bagging backstage passes from you much to his delight, not that he cared to admit that. he did have a tough guy image to uphold after all.

rockstar! sukuna who spent more time talking to you via dms before moving to texts - after all, he was adamant that arranging a collab would be easier that way, not that he wanted a more personal way to talk to you.

rockstar! sukuna who starts adding lyrics that have to do with love and crushes into his future songs, much to the amusement of his bandmates and fans, some loved the subtle changes while others hated it.

rockstar! sukuna who ends up inviting you into the studio to talk ideas and start his band's next single with your help and vocals. he was sure it would be a hit, plus he wanted to spend more time with you outside of the bands. not that he would ever care to admit that to you.

rockstar! sukuna who suddenly feels like a teenager all over again when you get closer to him, lingering touches and looks making his heart thump in his chest - he was a performer yet this is what caused him to grow clammy?

rockstar! sukuna who ends up relaxing on the sofa in the room, you sat in his lap as you hummed out a tune, jotting it down. enjoying your weight on top of him, even if it wasn’t how he’d usually like it.

rockstar! sukuna who grows bored after a while and pulls his phone out, only for you to grab it and take a selfie with him, placing a kiss on his cheek as you capture the pure bewilderment on his face. just a little something to remind him of you when all of this ended.

rockstar! sukuna who starts to find new ways of hanging out with you, when not working on a track together - may have guilt-tripped you into letting him meet your puppy because who couldn’t resist his bad boy charm?

rockstar! sukuna who ended up becoming rockstar boyfriend! sukuna before too long, proudly showing you off to the world the night after you agreed to be his, when the new song debuted and you appeared on stage, taking your place beside him with a cheerful wave to the roaring crowd.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who pulls you into him in front of the sold-out arena, planting a wanting deep kiss onto your lips before pulling away, smirking at the dazed look before announcing that you were both together, and everyone better get used to it before the combined roar of the crowd and his band kicked up, the two of you performing the song you’d created together.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who now uses every opportunity to show you off to the world as the girlfriend of the man who didn’t want to be seen with anyone else - may or may not have went on quite a few photo dumps on his personal insta with photos of you both and what you were up to in between performing and recording.

let’s not talk about the other folder he has on his phone of pictures of you and the two of you together just yet yeah?

permanent tags;

@ani-net

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hopeless student!sukuna x gn!reader (hs/uni au)

hopeless student!sukuna who embarrassingly asks you to tutor him in science after school. his grades were abysmal, and his attitude already a problem. he’s been known to get into a lot of fights, almost always winning them all. unfortunately for him, you can’t beat up a teacher to give you good grades.

hopeless student!sukuna who agreed on getting tutored at the library- hopefully you two will be quiet enough for the librarian not to kick you both out.

hopeless student!sukuna who took one look at your notes and was amazed by how neat and tidy they were. his notes were…another story.

hopeless student!sukuna who had only a crumpled up notebook with a surprising dent in it that looked suspiciously like the right side of someone’s face. the contents only included scribbles, corners of pages being torn out, and 101 ways to kill the teacher that was teaching the class.

hopeless student!sukuna who’s work ethic is so pathetic that you weren’t even surprised looking at his grades after only 20 minutes of tutoring.

hopeless student!sukuna who actually paid attention- much to your surprise. he lingered on every word you said and took them into account.

hopeless student!sukuna who looked like he was paying too much attention, staring into your eyes, leaving you flustered and at a loss for words.

hopeless student!sukuna who groaned and complained about everything being too difficult- which you retorted that maybe he should’ve payed more attention in class. he gave you a glare that shut you up instantly.

hopeless student!sukuna who asked “this time tomorrow?” after you were done packing up your bags. you nodded and tried to discreetly get away as fast as possible.

hopeless student!sukuna who decided that this wasn’t so bad, getting lessons from someone as cute as you. he looked back on his notes and was set on remembering everything you told him.

hopeless student!sukuna who really, really tried his best to listen to the lesson the next day. but it wasn’t his fault that the guy in front of him was practically itching to be beat up. sneering at him, whispering god-knows-what to his friends. that day, he almost completely forgot he was supposed to be tutored by you after school.

hopeless student!sukuna who showed up at the library 15 minutes late, blood on his knuckles and a bruise on his arm. before you could stop yourself, you asked how it happened, even though you already knew what he got into.

hopeless student!sukuna who sees you scoff as he explains that he got into a fight with the guy in science class, so he doesn’t remember anything taught in that lesson, much less have notes written down.

hopeless student!sukuna who wants to jump on this chance and try again, attentively revising with you and actually learning something. his behaviour takes you by surprise, given all the rumors you heard about him and the classes you had with him. he was almost always disrupting the lessons and sometimes even got into arguments in the middle of them.

hopeless student!sukuna who felt like he owed you a good mark on an upcoming test, after two weeks of tutoring each day.

hopeless student!sukuna who actually studied on his own. maybe he wanted to surprise you by already knowing a material before you taught him it. or maybe he wanted to see your face light up whenever he got a question right. he wanted to see what type of reaction he’ll get from you when he gets something good on the test.

hopeless student!sukuna who would never admit to himself that he found a liking to his tutor. 

hopeless student!sukuna who took deep breaths to settle his nerves before entering his class. is this what people regularly felt before taking a test? he never used to care for them, treating them like another unfinished worksheet. his heartbeat rose, and his hands started fidgeting on his own. this wasn’t like the steadfast calm he would feel before a fight. he was more nervous than that.

hopeless student!sukuna who was surprised on how easy the questions came to him, and how fast he was finished after. 

hopeless student!sukuna who walked out feeling accomplished. he couldn’t wait to get his mark back to show it to you. 

hopeless student!sukuna who got a fairly good mark, a 75. you noticed this gradual change in his marks, giving him some well deserved praise. his face turned the slightest bit redder and he looked away almost instantly, which made you confused. but he mutters a thank you before rushing away. who knew the king of the school was shy under praise?

hopeless student!sukuna who wanted more compliments from you, starting studying harder and harder. his marks grew and grew, and so did his affection for you.

hopeless student!sukuna whose tutor was genuinely proud of their tutee, and maybe even started to catch feelings for them? no way. well, it wasn’t their fault that he had to look that good?

hopeless student!sukuna who finally confesses- right after his final exam. was it heartfelt? no, not exactly. but it was more endearing than a heartfelt confession coming from someone of his nature. you blushed and returned his feelings. something that he never thought would happen.

hopeful student!sukuna who now has a tutor partner keeping him out of trouble and keeping his grades up, turning him into a better person. he learned to be more polite, and he learned how to work harder instead of fighting his way to the top. his professors thought that they would see a meteor hit the world before sukuna stopped fighting.

hopeful student!sukuna who actually didn’t stop fighting, but only fighting the people who deserved it. but now, it wasn’t for petty reasons or whatnot. now it was mosty for looking at his sweetheart the wrong way. he would never forgive them.

hopeful student!sukuna who actually kept up the good grades for the rest of his academic career, and it was all thanks to his wonderful tutor.

hopeful student!sukuna who kissed you right after graduating. the person who helped him out of a slump of an academic profile, the person who treated him with patience and understanding, the person who celebrated his achievements instead of dismissing them and saying “do it like this again.” the person whom he appreciated the most, the person who he loved so deeply, and the person who loved him back.

a/n

sorry for not posting in a long time :(

wrote this while procrastinating my science hmwk whoo hoo!

neglecting my math rn to do this

how many fics of this exact prompt have been made?

wow i'm so original please high five me!

dear god please do not make it seem like i copied anyone

i viciously hate sukuna but i spun a wheel to see who would i write and i got sukuna........

me when the hateable villain is made to be hated and i hate the hateable villain who is made to be hated

there might be some sort of backstory but i don't care !! boo

the only redeemable quality he had was uraume in the epilogue thats IT

"i can fix him" good job girl you did it!

sorry that was mean

sorry

dividers by @.enchanthings and @.bernardsbendystraws

MDNI

After Sukuna being all soft taking your virginity, all so sweetly, let's just say after you got used to his big cock, he's been cruel.

Right now he has you in the tightest mating press slamming into you in his fluffy king mattress. Slamming into you like a mad man, his red angry tip rubbing on your cervix.

The stretch is immaculate, ever since he took your virginity, the sex has been getting better and better every time.

"Kunnnaaa!" You whine as he absolutely obliterates your insides. Your mushy walls are basically shaped like his vainy cock now. Every nerve in your now puffy pussy is extremely stimulated.

A bunch of thick tears roll down your face as he pulls the vibrator out of the drawer with one of his four hands. He pushes you into a tighter mating press after he puts the vibrator on your swollen clit.

Yeah you're in for a long night.

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A/N: Click the link for it to make a little more sense bc this is a prt 2, this is a drabble after the fic basically (does this make sense? 😭)

Virginity!

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MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Sukuna takes your virginity ( ˘ ³˘)♥

(fem!reader)

⯌ Wc

1.3k

⯌Warnings

Soft!dom sukuna, Soft sex, blood, oral (fem receiving), full form sukuna, hand mouth, crying, consent, checking in, "Good girl" and "Your doing so good..." That kinda stuff, reader has tattoos and piercings, worried Sukuna, extremely gentle Sukuna, Fingering, sweet cooing and kissing, violence towards his servants, pet names, mild breeding, aftercare, he's only gentle to you <3

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Ryomen Sukuna was a violent man but a complete sweet man too you. Yeah, maybe he isn't super kind and sweet but he definitely would never hurt you or let anyone hurt you.

He thinks it's useless then just saying "I love you." He thinks its cringy and idiotic. He prefers to show it in his actions. He makes you food, he would never make anyone food. He massages your belly on your period, god knows he would never do it for another woman.

You trust him with all your soul, he does too. He was there squeezing your hands when you got nip piercings, tattoos on your arms and back and a cute one on your ass.

One thing you've never let him do is take your virginity. It's not that you don't trust him it's the fact that you're scared to do it. You always find some excuse because you don't want to be pathetic for him. Because he is the king of curses.

But today wearing that small skirt and crop top, both of his cock's got hard. He grabbed you and you let out a little yelp as he throws you on the bed. He begins to strip you, and before he gets to your panties you yelp,

"I haven't had sex before!"

He looks at you with surprise in his eyes not saying anything but keeping his warm big hands on your thigh. "I'm fucking sorry" you whine. You get up to leave before he picks you up and sits you on the lower one of his four arms.

"I'm not mad doll, I just wish you would've told me." This is the most gentlest he's ever been. With anyone really. He could never let anyone hurt his perfect angel, not even himself. He gently strokes your hair.

"You wanna try? I'll be gentle." He says as he looks at you with gentle eyes. One of his servants walks in and he screams at them to get the hell out and almost kills them with a flesh wound. You realize how much you mean to him. He definitely loves you but would never verbalize it.

So you trust him dearly if he basically is a completely different version of the King of curses with you. He put you on the bed after you nodded and slid off your panties. "You're so pretty..."

"Thank-"

"I wasn't talking to you."

He points at your pussy and it shines with your juices, and fully shaved it just turns him more on. He takes off his clothes with kisses on your forehead for comfort. He finally took off his boxers and your eyes widened.

"Whats wrong baby?" He questions rubbing his sharp nails up and down your thigh. "You're really big." You say with a slight shake to your voice. "You're only taking one cock don't worry." His cocks are huge and throbbing as they hang from him in between his thighs.

"I'll get you ready first but tell me when to stop get faster or add more fingers. Okay?"

"Okay."

He slowly adds one thick finger and the sting of the stretch hurts a bit but you wrap your arms around his neck with your eyes squeezed shut.

He quickly kisses your temple wrapping his two upper arms around your body and one of the lower one on your hip while the other one slowly thrusts a finger with his other hand.

" Kuna!..." You whine as the pain increases the deeper he thrusts his finger. It was all pain before he found the yummy spongy spot inside you that he began to rub and thrust into.

The pleasure slowly showed up until the pain was fully gone. He held you down and rubbed as you squirmed and whimpered. "Atta girl." He proudly says as he felt his fingers get soaked enough to add another finger in.

He looked at you with gentle eyes asking permission for another finger. He slides his finger and you moan. You were about to cum and then he pulls his fingers out and you pout your eyes glassy.

He grins, he enjoys seeing you fall apart under him. This is the first time he ever saw you like this and it most definitely won't be that last. He gets up from over you and sits down his back against the head board.

His tummy smile grins and sticks its tongue out. He pulls you to sit on his tongue and you shriek as it shoves inside getting you ready for one of his cocks. It slid in perfectly since it was soaked. There was a bit of a stretch but it wasn't too bad. Your sweet spot was getting abused and finally you came.

He sucked on your clit hard, prolonging your orgasm. You hollered and shrieked as you squirted for the first time. Your tears rolled down your face as his actual mouth licked your tears while his stomach kept sucking.

As he finished sucking he did one last lick to your slit and pulled you off his tummy and closed its mouth. He holds you close and gently whispers in your ear. "You ready doll?" He mumbles.

"How much will it hurt?" You question with a worried look in your eyes. "A little bit doll, but i'll take care of you my little brat. I promise."

You nod trusting him fully. He puts you under his body leaving small kisses on your cheek. He pushes your knees to your chest in a mating press. Your nipples perked with arousal.

He slowly pushes his cock in gently and you suck you sharply breath in and grab his shoulders. "S-Sukuna i-it hurts..."

"I know, I know." He gently coos. He massages your thighs. He's never been like this to anyone. He would never even care if it was one of his hookups before he met you.

But now he has his lips pressed to your forehead and he's not even moving his hips and bottomed out waiting for you to say to continue. He feels bad about you being hurt.

He's killed, hurt, and tortured others, but now he's hurting your sweet pussy and he's fucking losing it. "It really hurts..." You mumble.

"I'll make you feel good, just let me, it might hurt a little." You nod with permission and he starts shallow thrusting. He let's out little groans and growls. His sharp teeth shine in the dim light as his jaw clenches and eyes shut tight with pleasure. His lower hands grab your hips and the upper grab your tits tight.

"I-it's starting to feel good." You whine into him as you try to squirm but you're squished in too tight of a mating press and his arms on you don't really help.

"I know it's feeling good, you're doing so, so, good. Such a good girl for me." His thrusts become more reverent your pleasure becoming unimaginable. His balls smack against your clit rubbing it when he rolls your hips making you holler with overstimulation.

"Fuck pretty girl you feel so good." He lets a small whimper as you tighten around him. His face flushes when he makes that noise but it feels too good to care much anyway. "Fuckkkk..." He groans.

"I'm gonna give you a baby. Fuck!" With that he cums inside with some drool rolling down his chin and you moan loud as you cum right after.

He pulls out watching his cum drizzle out. He pushes the cum back in with his fingers making sure he has an heir. Making sure he has a little him and you. Making your first time special in his eyes.

He held you tight with him under you holding you close pulling your pink hello kitty blanket over you kissing your forehead.

"Such a good girl for me." And with that he was vulnerable for the first time in his life.

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@mzmalice3 for you bbg <3

jealous, jealous, jealous boy! ft. best friend!Sukuna

a/n: mini little prequel/bonus backstory to baby daddy!Sukuna

best friend!Sukuna who is very much not in love with you, his once shy study partner turned well, as close as he could get to word friend over the past few years of boring subjects and complicated coursework

library visits and late nights where he ended up back in your dorm, crashing in your cramped bed before you'd drag him out for coffee in the mornings

you were just, uh, a really good friend

best friend!Sukuna who might wake up in your sheets and use up half your shampoo, still has never once cared about walking you to class

well, until today

best friend!Sukuna who thinks you're an idiot, no, he knows it when you enter with an even bigger one by your side, as if that stuck-up prick was carrying your books for anything other than the excuse to worm his way into your life panties

(but maybe Sukuna's the biggest one of all for ever allowing enough space for him to exist between you)

best friend!Sukuna who trips Gojo when he goes to walk past him, just to send that asshole into your arms when you happen to turn around, his hands snagging your waist and his face buried into your chest - like he could make his intentions any more obvious

best friend!Sukuna who still feigns innocence when you throw him a silent glare as you help your new pal stand up, cheeks flushed as you grab the sleeve of his shirt and drag him to seats in the other side of the classroom despite the seat Sukuna had clearly been saving for you

whatever, it was just one class

right?

best friend!Sukuna who somehow ends up stuck listening to Gojo bragging about your tits a few hours later in the locker room, one row over while the white-haired prick runs his mouth about you inviting him to study in your dorm after hockey practice tonight

jealousy was for losers

this burning feeling, coiling and tangling tighter in his gut with each cocky word that echoed back in his brain?

pure indignation

best friend!Sukuna who takes his anger out on the ice, but instead of slamming the puck into the goal, he's slamming his elbow into that asshole's eye, not particularly giving a shit how long he gets benched as long as Gojo was left with something black and blue to show for it

satisfaction sticking to him and repelling every reprimand and shout from his coach about injuring their star player days before their next game, forced to stay an extra half-hour while the rest of the team returned to the locker room to leave before him

best friend!Sukuna whose brain is still on you in the shower, scrubbing the sweat off his skin and wondering what the fuck you could see in someone like Gojo that was better than him

so why not just ask?

best friend!Sukuna who shows up at your door before even dropping his stuff back at his own dorm, impatiently knocking when you don't answer any of his texts to let him in

best friend!Sukuna who hears it then

the familiar chuckle cutting through the cheap wood separating you, your hushed giggle before the quiet footsteps approaching

best friend!Sukuna who doesn't want to notice your tousled hair or the wrinkles in your shirt, doesn't want to pick up on how you barely peek through the crack at first, keeping the door mostly shut to shield what's inside

but he does

and you see it too

best friend!Sukuna who can't hide the cutting edge to his question of what or who you were doing, the uncomfortable confrontation of being forced to face feelings floating to the surface despite his best attempts to drown them

and you're just staring back at him with an alarmingly cute crease between your brows, lips pushed together before they finally part to ask him something he wasn't ready to hear - was there a reason you shouldn't be with him?

he knew what it was

a challenge or a confession or something in-between

but before he could answer, before he could say something stupid and sappy like yes, you should obviously be with me, a pale hand was on your shoulders squeezing it as his new least favorite person with a fresh black eye stepped behind you to interrupt

best friend!Sukuna who will get you back - sooner or later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

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

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

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

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

that is what’s significant to him.

Modern!Sukuna x Kindergarten teacher!reader

A/N: modern!au, Sukuna is Yuij's uncle, written with female reader in mind

Wc: 984 words.

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Sukuna was pissed.

Why, you might ask? Well, he had gotten in trouble last night because of Toji (again), and he was planning to rest today after that whole ordeal with him. But instead, his oh so brilliant twin brother thought it was a good idea to drop his 3-year-old son off at his dingy apartment, right before the first day of kindergarten. And the reason why Jin couldn't do it himself? Because he is going overseas with his wife Kaori for their 'job'. Sukuna would've given the brat to Choso, since he loves the little shit. But the oldest brother is in university on the other side of Japan! Just his luck.

So, here he was, in an environment a man like him shouldn't be in. He was clad in dark jeans, a white tank top, and a black leather jacket, along with some dark leather boots to match. Meanwhile, his nephew Yuij was walking next to him, holding his hand while wearing his little school uniform and his backpack on his back, which had a picture of a tiger on it.

The tattooed man walked with his nephew down the halls, trying to find the kid's classroom. A kindergarten shouldn't be so big, dammit! Sukuna was so focused trying to find Yuij's classroom, he didn't notice when he bumped into someone holding a stack of whatever. The man scoffed and continued walking, but his nephew stood still and looked up at him, imitating his uncle's scowl.

"Thas mean, uncle Kwuna! Say sowwy and 'elp 'er!" (That’s mean, uncle Kuna! Say sorry and help her!)

Sukuna let out a groan. God, he can't believe he's listening to a snotty 3-year-old. He turned around, slumping towards where the person was trying to gather all the items back in their arms. He removed his hands from his jean pockets and crouched down, helping them collect it.

He then handed the folders back, grunting a 'here you go'. In return, the person offered him a friendly smile and a soft "thank you!". Now that he thinks of it, they're not unpleasant to look at. But Sukuna quickly shook off those thoughts. Why would he care about that? It's just a stupid staff member in a stupid kindergarten. He quickly snapped out of those thoughts when that same soft voice broke through the silence once more.

"Are you lost? Parents usually bring their kids in through the gates."

Sukuna clicked his tongue, shoving one hand back in his jean pocket while the other held Yuij's hand. 'Not my kid,' he corrected. He didn't know why, though. But when he realized how he looked right now, he quickly added on with a 'I'm his uncle.' Great, he definetly did not look like he was about to shove children in the back of his van with the promise of a puppy or some shit. But instead of a suspicious look, he just got another soft smile and a small laugh instead. It wasn't a laugh of mockery, or one you give when a situation is awkward. No, this one was genuine. One of… amusement? Sukuna didn't know.

"Oh, how cute! Well, it seems like you know where you're going, right?"

Was that teasing in her voice? He couldn't tell. All he could hear was the thumping of his heart in his ears, but he wasn't angry. The leather-clad man felt weird, but he had no time to think about it when he saw her walking away. He didn't know where he was going, damn it, and his nephew needed to go to class. So, for the first time in his life, Ryomen Sukuna swallowed up his pride and called out to the staff member

'I uh- I don't know where I'm going. Can you.."

Sukuna took in a deep breath, his eyes focused on everything except the woman before him. God, he didn't know why he was struggling to get his words out. Maybe because he wasn't used to asking others for things. He usually just took whatever he wanted. And if he couldn't take something, then he threatened for answers.

"..Show me where classroom 2-A is?"

The woman before him smiled softly at his question, laughing softly before nodding her head "Of course I can. As a matter of fact, I'm heading over to that classroom. Follow me, please."

The salmon-haired man walked after the staff member, still holding his nephew's hand as they followed after her. Soon enough, they reached the classroom where Yuiji was supposed to be. The toddler looked up at his uncle, giving him a gummy smile and a hug to his leather-booted leg

"Bwye-bwye, uncie 'Kuna!" (Bye-bye, Uncle Kuna)

The little boy exclaimed before happily running into the classroom. Kids weren't usually this excited for school, Sukuna thought. Or maybe it was just him who hated all forms of school, it is the reason why he dropped out of high school so early. He turned around, intending to go back to his car and get some rest after the shenanigans Toji pulled on him yesterday. But for some reason, he felt the need to turn around and look at the woman who had brought him here in the first place

"Thanks for showing the way, miss.. uh-" Sukuna didn't know why he bothered asking for the woman's name. It's not like he could be bothered remembering it, but a part of him wanted to know the name of the woman who seemed to captivate him despite knowing her for only 2 minutes.

"[Y/N], my name is [Y/N]" "[Y/N].." He repeated the name in his mind. It suited her, he thought. Wait, why did he think that? Gah, forget it. Today's been a weird day. "Well, thanks, I s'pose." And with that, Sukuna made his way out of the school and into his car. But not without the joyful 'you're welcome' echoing in his mind.

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Phew! Finally finished the intro of this little story, hope you enjoyed it!