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Olympic Village

Olympian! Hockey Player Sukuna X Olympian! Figure Skater! Reader

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“Another win for Japan!” The commentator declares after Olympian hockey player Ryomen Sukuna scores another goal, making the game end with a 4-2. The crowd roars; fans have their flags and are waving them with Sukuna’s face on it. He takes his helmet off and yells and celebrates with his teammates. “That is no. 17, Ryomen Sukuna for team Japan, making a goal and winning for their team!” The commentator added. After a while, Sukuna and his team exit the hockey rink and high-five the people waiting for them at the side. Ryomen Sukuna, no. 17, the captain of Japan’s well-known hockey team. He has played at the Olympics three times now, and every single time, their team won a gold after he joined. Despite joining at such a young age, he proved that age does not matter when it comes to being good at the sport.

He sits down at the locker room bench and wipes his sweat with a towel handed to him by his coach. Fushiguro Toji used to be a coach for multiple hockey teams and used to be a player for Italy but he got his knee injured during the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, Canada, which made him unable to play again so he decided to switch to coaching teams instead. 

“Good job on the win.” Toji spoke and sat beside Sukuna, patting his shoulders. 

“It is so weird for me to hear that.” Sukuna smirked and nudged Toji on the side. He laughed before responding.

“You act like I never praise you.” Toji spoke and exhaled while looking at Sukuna. Sukuna had a smile on his face and played with the towel. He took a deep inhale before talking. 

“I actually have something to tell you.” Sukuna looks in Toji’s direction.

“Shoot.” Toji spoke and nodded, signaling for Sukuna to start talking. He bites his lips and runs his hands through his light pink hair. 

“I am actually thinking of retiring.” He said softly. There was a brief silence before Toji spoke. 

“Why is that?” He said, crossing his arms and looking at Sukuna’s figure, awaiting an explanation.

“I just…feel…” He mumbled; he could not get his words out. There was a brief pause; just when he was about to talk, there was a crashing noise near the trash bin. Their heads immediately looked over in the direction. There was a female figure, and you could tell because of the hair and the outfit. This person was wearing a light blue jacket and their legs were in skin-tone tights. Toji was about to stand when Sukuna had his hand over Toji’s chest. 

“I’ll go check it out.” Sukuna said with visible irritation in his tone. His eyebrows were furrowed as he slowly walked towards the trash bin. There was a door closing in the hallway in the direction of the trash bin. 

“Please, please, pick up.” A female voice could be heard. She was typing on her phone, shaking. She was wearing a light blue jacket over her costume. As she dialed quickly on her phone, she looked around, trying to find an exit. She is lost. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a male voice close to her. 

“I am actually thinking of retiring," a male voice echoed in the area. She was confused and slowly walked to check out where the voice was coming from. Her eyes widened; it is Ryomen. The Sukuna of Japan? Retiring?! She gasped and bumped into the trash bin. 

“Oh shit!” She whispered and tried to hide, but it clearly did not work. She scrambles around and sees the closest door. She stands up and runs to the closest door, which is the janitor's room. She bumps into the cleaning equipment and holds the door so he cannot open it.

“Can someone just pick up, please?" She continues to type on her phone, and a notification pops up from her coach. 

“Your program is about to start in 10 minutes; where the hell are you?!” She is doomed. 

You are a figure skater for Japan. Though they are representing the same country, their lives never crossed. You just joined the Olympics in 2022, and after that, you started making a name for yourself. You won bronze for the last one and are now aiming for gold. Although you won bronze for the last Olympics, you always win other competitions with no pressure and secure gold every single time. You are very different from Sukuna; he is popular, while you are just starting out. 

“I said skating rink, not the hockey rink.” You huff in frustration and reply back to your coach. 

“I am at the hockey rink and I am lost. Please send me the address now!” You type aggressively and sigh. After a split second, you slowly open the door and check the hallway to make sure he wasn’t there. 

Sukuna heard the door unlocked and immediately looked in the direction of the door. He could not see the face of this person because of the direction she was looking at. 

“You!” Sukuna yells. The person flinches and starts running straight ahead, not even bothering to look behind. 

“Oh my god!” You started running after hearing him yell and finally found the exit. After a while of running, you finally saw a sign for “Figure Skating Rink” and exhaled in relief. After making it to the arena, your coach is visibly stressed out. You ran towards your coach and exhaled in relief. 

“Where the hell were you?” Shoko, your coach was confused while talking and looked at her watch. There were only 5 minutes left before your program started. You try to catch your breath and signal for water. She handed you a bottled water and rubbed your back, still expressing concern despite the irritation. 

“I was—I was at the hockey rink; I sent you a message.” After that, you stopped talking and chugged the bottled water while wiping the sweat on your forehead. Shoko looked at the message on her phone and stared at you for a good minute. 

“What the hell were you doing there anyway?!” Shoko was so frustrated, eyebrows furrowed, demanding answers. She looks at her clock and there are only 3 minutes left before it starts. You lick your lips and sit on a nearby bench and start putting on your skates. 

“I will explain everything after this program, okay?” You huffed and held her hand. Shoko had her mouth open; she couldn’t even protest. She sighed and nodded. 

You took your jacket off, exposing a beautiful red and white costume. Filled with rhinestones, it was sparkly, catching the attention of the audience. You immediately skated into the rink and waved at the audience. 

Sukuna, on the other hand, was confused about what just happened. He scoffs in frustration; he was so close to knowing who it was but they ran away. He wasn’t going to be mad; he just wanted to know why she was hiding. He walks back to Toji, still seated on the bench; Toji follows him with his eyes. 

“Who was it? ” Toji asked, still following Sukuna and noticing his actions. 

“It was a girl.” Sukuna replied and immediately zipped up and put on his athlete jacket. It was white and red, highlighting the Japanese flag. Toji stands up and fixes his jacket as well; it had the word "Coach" written at the back. 

“But I think I know where to go.” Sukuna said as both of them started walking out of the hockey arena. They were going to watch the figure skating competition as they were about to enter. 

His fans immediately spotted him asking for signatures and pictures. You were in the middle of your program, focused and determined to win. Sukuna and Toji started walking towards the empty seats and sat near Japan’s figure skating coaches. Once the two were settled, Toji saw Shoko, focused and making sure that you landed all of the elements you practiced. Sukuna had his eye on you; he had heard about you but never bothered talking because your lives never met up. He found it funny, though, because you both are representing the same team but never bat an eye at each other. 

You were in the rink, as when you were about to attempt a triple axel. You spotted him, Sukuna, the guy from earlier who almost tried to capture you! Your eyebrows furrowed and when you landed it, it was successful! You finished your program and sighed in relief. The crowd clapped and started cheering for you. You immediately skated to Shoko and squealed in happiness; skating makes you feel alive—that is one thing for sure. You grabbed your jacket, the light blue one, but Shoko stopped you and gave you the white and red one to wear because you were about to review your scores. Sukuna was done clapping and was impressed by how fluid you were. He was still following your movements, and he spotted the way you grabbed for the light blue jacket. That was the jacket from earlier! He was shocked and laughed at himself. Toji was confused by why he was laughing.

“Why are you giggling at yourself like a freak?” Toji said with his eyebrows raised watching Sukuna’s body language.

“Nothing, this is just fun.” Sukuna smirked and crossed his arms, watching you from above.

You, on the other hand, were nervous; you could feel the tension. As you were reviewing your moves and the scores the judges were giving you, your hands stayed clasped with Shoko. 

“Just remember, no matter what the score is, we can always fight again and I am proud of you.” Shoko whispered softly and messed with your hair. You closed your eyes, calming down your nerves and when you opened them, your score was the highest among everyone else! And you were the last one who skated as well, which means you won gold! You started crying out of happiness and Shoko hugged you; the crowd roared and cheered for you once again. It was finally a dream come true.

The awarding ceremony ended, and you were walking back from the cafeteria to go back to your room after eating dinner with your medal on your neck. You and other figure skaters for Japan celebrated your win and the others' medals, which is why you still had it on your neck. You yawned while fixing your jacket; it was the light blue jacket now since you switched. As you were going up the stairs lazily, you could hear footsteps behind you. You ignored it because it could be someone just going back to their room, and coincidentally it was the same area as yours. Right? You sighed and looked at your medal, happily holding it close to you. You reached your room; you were just alone because you were supposed to share with this other skater from Japan, but she dropped out all of a sudden with no explanation. When all of a sudden somebody pinned you to the wall and closed the door. They had their hand on your lips. 

“Don’t freak out!” The person who pinned you yells. Your screams were muffled and your eyes were closed. This was truly the worst nightmare ever; you were going to die. 

“Let me go!” Your voice was muffled because of this person’s hand, and when you opened your eyes, it was the guy from the hockey arena—it was Sukuna. You kicked his stomach trying to get out from his grasp but he was strong, too strong. He finally let go when you kicked him; he fell on the floor and you were breathing loudly. Your heart was beating fast and you just realized what you did: you kicked Sukuna! 

“I am so sorry!” You crouched and tried to check where you kicked him. 

“Get on top of me, now.” Sukuna half whispers you were confused and clueless.

“What the hell do you mean—" He moves you quickly and holds you by the waist and puts you on top of him. You were sitting on his lap, and in your head, all you could think about was, why were you put in this situation? Yes, you were warned about Olympians like Sukuna as a fuckboy but never in your life would you expect to be in this situation. 

“I don’t know what's—" You were cut off again because he gave you a hug, hiding your face on his neck when the door opened. 

“Wow, so this is what you are going to do to me?!” There was a girl’s voice in the background; your eyes widened, and you listened to the voices behind you. 

“We broke up years ago!” Sukuna responded and huffed in frustration; you, on the other hand, have no clue where this is going. Were you going to get labeled as a homewrecker?!

“I hate you!” The girl in the background yelled before slamming the door. He still held onto you; his hand was placed on the back of your head in a sort of protective manner. You were still sitting on his lap, frozen, not knowing what to do. He slowly moved you so he could see your face. He winced, almost cringing at himself, because this was not how he wanted your first meeting to be. 

“Hi?” Sukuna mumbles, waiting for your reaction. You were just frozen, staring at him with your hands placed on his stomach. You took your hand off and placed it on the floor and slowly moved away. You were now sitting on the floor with your knees close to your face with your hands covering your ears. 

“I am sorry.” His voice was low but it was soft, like genuinely soft. Who would’ve thought that he had a soft side, because when he is playing, he is mostly harsh and rough all the time. Some people are scared to interact with him because of his tattoos too. 

“Can you give me space?” You mumbled, raising your hands and showing in your hand movements that the both of you are way too close, too close for strangers. 

“Of course.” He nodded and moved away from you, about three feet. There was a brief silence and you were still there, sitting on the floor with your face buried in your knees. You slowly took a peek, and he was watching you, waiting for you to talk. He clears his throat and you look away when you notice that he was watching you. 

“Is it because I saw you earlier?” You finally spoke up because if this was about him retiring, you know damn well you were not going to spread rumors. You were not that kind of person. 

“No, of course not.” He replies quietly, looking at you watching your movements; despite you being hidden, he thinks you are cute. Just, of course, the timing is bad; he can’t say that out loud. You raised your head so you could look at him as well, maintaining the three-foot distance that both of you have. 

“Then why did you follow me to my room like a freak?” You spoke with a harsh tone; you were clearly getting agitated now. This is why you promised yourself not to mess with Olympic men because they are messy and have way too many problems. 

“It just happens that you were the only one with a room open.” He answered truthfully, sighing and rubbing his temple. But whatever he said was true; the girl from earlier was following him and he noticed your figure going up the stairs and he needed a place to hide so that girl would not slap him.

You laughed and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, visible irritation showing on your face. Despite Sukuna having the worst relationships ever, he knew that laugh meant something bad. Something bad was going to happen. 

“Are you insane?!” There it is; you stood up, and you were angry at him. You felt disgusted and used by this stranger. He closes his eyes and purses his lips and just listens to whatever you say. 

“I can’t believe this. What the hell is your problem? First you show up to my program, you yell at me, and now you’re following me like a creep? Wait, no, a stalker!” You yelled angrily and huffed in frustration as you moved to your bed and sat down on it, creating a larger distance between the two of you. Sukuna, on the other hand, stands up and sits down on the other empty bed, scratching his head. 

“It can’t be that bad though…” He mumbles quietly. Then there it was again, the silence. The doom of silence. 

“Are you out of your mind? That girl just opened the door and saw my room number and they know who is in there—me! And you were, what, hugging me? "You were mad, really, mad. But to be honest, mad, angry, and furious are probably not the right terms because you can’t even express what you are feeling right now. Your heart was racing when you were yelling at him, and for some reason, you do not get why Sukuna was just there silent and just listening to whatever you were yelling about. 

“Now they probably think we are dating.” You groaned in frustration and lay down on your bed, putting a pillow on your face and screaming. Sukuna flinches and sighs, still watching your movements. He needs to think of the next words he was going to say because he knew you would yell at him again. 

“I actually want you to fake date me.” Sukuna spoke while rubbing his knuckles. You stopped screaming and looked towards his direction. You walked towards him and raised a hand; he closed his eyes and you were biting your lip, debating whether you should kick him out or listen to what he was about to say. 

“Please just hear me out.” He said in his low but soft voice again, and he opened his eyes, meeting with your eyes. You were sort of towering over him; he is tall but obviously since he is sitting down, it makes you appear taller. You huffed and crossed your arms before talking.

“Fine, go on.” You said, lowering your hand, waiting for him to talk. 

“Toji does not want me to retire, but he hates his players dating someone; it is like forbidden.” He speaks, running his fingers through his hair; he does this when he is nervous. 

“He does not want me to retire, but he can suspend me for three months when I date someone.” He added he watched as your furrowed eyebrows slowly turned into concern. He clears his throat and continues to explain. 

“I actually got injured three months ago, and … in the game earlier, I had the same pain I felt when I got injured.” He says softly and sighs. You were no longer furious—well, still mad, but just a little bit. You are now concerned for his well-being; injuries should be taken seriously, especially with the nature of his sport. 

“Three months—I just need three months of rest.” He mumbles, and you sit down beside him on the empty bed. Your distance is now reconnecting. He looks at you and is surprised that you sat beside him, even after the yelling, which he thinks is valid. You exhaled loudly and faced him. 

“Fine, I agree. My coach does not care but I have to make sure you know I am still focused on skating.” You respond, looking at him; you were starting to feel flustered. Your heart was beating fast once again. 

"Well, we are not dating, dating, but yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders and you nodded awkwardly. You definitely made it sound like the both of you are dating for real. 

“How long will this be?” You asked, pulling your feet together to sit comfortably. He was watching your movement; he truly can’t help but think that you are adorable. Even after all that mess earlier, he somehow feels safe with you. 

"Well, the Olympics ends in about a week, so after that, then we are quits.” He said, lying on the bed and sighed in relief. He still maintained eye contact despite him lying down. 

“Okay, deal.” You shrugged your shoulders and nodded in agreement. You were just watching him. He closed his eyes and smiled. 

“Are you going to … sleep here?” You said softly and you immediately felt shy. Yes, you had few boyfriends in the past but they never slept in the same room as you. So this felt new and weird, even if it was fake dating. You were waiting for him to respond but he was already sleeping soundly. You checked the time and it was 1:00 AM. The two of you have been talking for two hours, but it did not seem like it. You lie down beside him, maintaining distance and looking over his figure; your eyes soften, and you smile. 

“One week.” You mumbled; you slowly drifted to sleep. The both of you were sleeping beside each other, quite unusual for a first meeting, but everything seems right. 

The next morning…

Sukuna groans and rubs his eyes in confusion. This room is different from his; he looks around and realizes where he is at—it is your room. You were sleeping soundly beside him, your hands tucked under the pillow, with the same outfit you had last night. Your breathing was steady; that was when he realized you are truly one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen. Your hair was sort of falling down to your face; he moved and tucked it behind your ears. You did not move and his hands stopped; he smiled. This was unusual for him; he took his phone out and saw the missed calls from Toji, Satoru—his teammate—and other members messaging him. One of the main messages were mostly from Satoru; the latest text he had was,

“I swear to god, if you are fucking someone at the village again, Coach is going to murder you. Do you really want to get suspended AGAIN?” Sukuna winced at Satoru’s message and immediately closed his phone. No one in his team knew that he truly never recovered from the injury three months ago. They know that he was injured, but they thought that he had already recovered. Sukuna’s phone started ringing, which gained a groan from you. You hate being disturbed, especially when you are sleeping peacefully. 

“What’s up?” Sukuna spoke on the phone with Satoru.

“What do you mean, 'What's up? 'Coach has been looking for you; he's furious. I am tired of covering for your ass; you better get back here ASAP.” Satoru yells over the phone, and he distances the phone away from his ears and winces. You, on the other hand, are irritated. It is early in the morning, and someone is way too loud. 

“Turn it off.” You groan; you were clearly frustrated and shuffling across the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but you can’t because you are annoyed by the loud noises. 

“Holy shit, is that a fucking girl? Sukuna, you do realize you are so cooked, right?” Satoru continues to yell over the phone. Sukuna mouthed "sorry" to you when he looked over at you. 

“I just want to sleep.” You cried out, and you were slowly feeling like you wanted to cry; you hated your mornings being ruined.

“I am sorry; I will leave now, okay?” Sukuna mumbles; he holds your hand and rubs it gently before he stands up from the bed. You nodded, covered yourself up with a blanket, and drifted back to sleep. He closes the door behind him and speaks to Satoru on the phone, who was silent when he heard you complaining. 

“Go to our room right now.” That was the last thing he heard before Satoru ended the call. He sighed in relief and slowly started jogging over to his actual room this time. Which was about a 3-minute walk from your room. He holds his breath in and opens his room door and sees Satoru with his hand over his head. 

“Can you just explain what that was over there?" Satoru said with an expression of "what the fuck," which Sukuna could tell immediately. 

“That was my girlfriend.” He said and immediately gave an awkward smile and a very slow thumbs up. Satoru’s jaw was on the floor, quite literally. 

“Okay.” Satoru nodded and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“So randomly during the Olympics you get a girlfriend—yeah, real shit, bro, you guys are fucking, and I know that, man.” Satoru continues to rub his nose bridge and drags his palms all over his face. 

“No, she is actually my girlfriend.” Sukuna shrugs, hoping that Satoru will believe the lie. 

“You? Girlfriend?” Satoru laughs and covers his mouth; he breathes and closes his eyes before opening them to look at Sukuna. 

“Yes. Me. Girlfriend.” Sukuna claps and rubs his palms before resting his hand on his hips. 

“You better explain that to coach." Satoru groans and opens his phone to contact their coach. Sukuna stops him from dialing their coach. 

“Do not call him.” Sukuna’s voice was stern, almost terrifying; Satoru looks at him and closes his phone. 

“What are we supposed to do then? We have a game in two months. You are going to get suspended. You know what happened to Yuta after he dated Maki?” Satoru throws his head back and covers his ears. 

“He got suspended and then kicked out.” Sukuna shrugs his shoulders, and Satoru immediately notices the way he was just normal about it. 

“Kuna, Yuta was one of our best players. Why are you so calm about it?” Satoru was now confused and terrified, because he could clearly tell that Sukuna wants to be suspended, but it is definitely for a different reason. He was quiet and was fidgeting with his fingers and exhaled loudly. 

“What is going on, bro?” Satoru’s demeanor shifted; it was clear that something else was going on with Sukuna. Sukuna was truly not the type to express what was wrong; he would rather keep it within him and ignore it till it went away.

“I just need a break.” He sighs and rests his head against the wall. Satoru, on the other hand, was nodding. 

“Honestly, I don't blame you for needing a break. He is overworking everyone." Sukuna agreed in response and was nodding. 

“Three months does not sound bad.” Sukuna mumbles, and he immediately stands up. Making Satoru confused once again. 

“Where are you going? You were just gone for the entire night!” Satoru yelled in the hallway when Sukuna went out the door; he waved his hands and immediately started jogging to your room. He finally reached your room after jogging for three minutes, although it was a short walk. The distance from his room to yours felt like a long route and took forever. He breathes out; he could feel the nervousness fill his body. For some reason, being with you felt more nerve-wracking than the actual Olympic game. 

“Just a second!” you yelled, scrambling to find clothes. Once you put on your comfortable sweatpants and a tank top, you decided to open the door. You definitely thought it would be Shoko or Nobara because they were talking about wanting to hang out early in the morning. But no, Sukuna is in front of your door. You almost forgot about the whole thing last night, but now you are faced with it once again. You blinked multiple times before the realization sank in that Sukuna is in front of your door again. You closed it before he could even speak, and you bit your lip, thinking on how you should address him. 

“Baby? Sukuna? … Bro? "Fuck, I do not even know what to say.” You mumbled, biting your lip still, and then the door unlocked, and Sukuna’s face was there, looking at you with a smile on his face. 

“Hi. You can call me baby when we are in public; I don’t mind.” He said and shrugged his shoulders; for some reason, he felt way too giddy about the situation. He walks in and closes the door behind him and locks it immediately. You were just standing there like an idiot, unable to respond to whatever the hell he just said. 

“I hate you.” You mumbled and scoffed; your cheeks were red. You definitely want this whole fake dating thing to be over. He laughs and licks his lips at your reaction. 

“Come on, give me a chance, baby.” He teases you; he was towering over you, and you just had a flustered expression plastered on your face. Hell, you might as well just start digging and bury your own grave. This is embarrassing,that kept repeating in your head. 

“Go away. What are you even doing here? " You were irritated, irritated by the fact that he makes you nervous. 

“I don’t have your number, so I will just come to you personally.” He shrugs and lies down on your bed, like it is his. You scoffed in response. He is way too confident about this whole thing. You grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. He winces and acts like it hurt his whole being. 

“Then just ask me when we see each other later and not show up in here like you are actually my boyfriend.” You were still holding the pillow and repeatedly smacking him. Until he caught the pillow and pulled you closer. You were about to trip in front of him, but the pillow was creating the distance between the two of you. 

"Well, I am technically your boyfriend for the week, so.” He smirks as he sees your flustered expression once again. He loves seeing it; he thinks you are adorable by acting tough around him, when in reality you are a shy girl. Your eyes widened, and you shoved the pillow on his face; he laughed under it, and once again you were on top of him. 

“Is this how the gold medalist acts, choking someone to death with a pillow?" He teases you once again, his voice muffled because of the way he was still being shoved with the pillow because of you. He slowly peeks and looks at your expression; you are looking away. You slowly removed the pillow. You were on his lap, and you sat up straight, holding the pillow close to you. You definitely feel like shooting somebody, not just him, but yourself as well. You do not understand why he acts like this towards you; mind you, you both just met yesterday. It is not like he had a crush on you or something. 

"Are you okay?” He said in that low voice once again, but softly. You love that voice; it is like a soothing tone. Despite being fake dating, the number of times the both of you have held each other is so much that it feels real at this point. He pulls you closer using the pillow, and you look down. Way too close to comfort, you are now sitting on his lap, on your bed, during the Olympics. If you ever have sex with this man, you know damn well you are so done. 

“We are fake dating.” You mumbled, and you locked eyes with him, your heart beating fast once again, but of course, you can’t help it. 

“I know.” He mumbles, tucking your hair behind your ear as he holds your face gently. Your breathing hitches; you could definitely feel the tension growing thicker by each second the both of you are interacting. 

“You’re pretty.” He says softly, still holding your face like it is the most precious thing ever. His thumbs rub across your lips. You close your eyes; you feel like you are going to explode. The thick tension could be felt in the air, but the both of you haven't even kissed yet. You can’t truly pinpoint what Sukuna’s intentions were. You can’t tell if he likes you or if he just wants a new fuck buddy; that's why he suddenly invented this thing called “fake dating” in his vocabulary. It is actually known that sex happens all the time in the Olympic Village; they even send out free condoms every time, so it is no surprise.

“Stop it.” You mumbled, moving away from him, biting your lip. You were looking down; all you could see was the bed sheet, but you could feel his eyes on you. Sukuna was taken aback by what you said, but he respects it. He could definitely feel like he is moving way too fast. But he can’t help it, because he knows that this might be his last Olympics, and he would never see you again after that. His parents are planning to move to a different country, and he will never see you again, especially when you are a competitive figure skater that is always busy, while he, on the other hand, is about to retire. With the state of his injury, he doubts he can play other competitive games. 

“No kissing, no sex, only hugging and holding hands.” You mumbled, holding the pillow closer to you and clenching it. He was watching your body language and just nodded in response. 

“Okay, but can I call you baby?” He asks gently, hoping you would say yes. You agreed and hummed in response. He smiles and sits up properly; he places his hand on top of your knee and kisses his hand. Sort of an indirect kiss. You watched him do it, and you could almost feel yourself go limp. This is way more different than just fake dating. He shows you his phone number, and you immediately know what he means: he wants you to put his phone number in your contacts. You typed it in swiftly, and there was a brief silence one more time. 

“Just a week.” You said that when he was about to leave once again. He was standing in front of the door; his head was slightly over to the left. 

“Just a week, baby.” He responded and unlocked the door, then left. He left your room, and you thought to yourself, This will be a long week. 

3 days after meeting you, there are only 4 days left for the Olympics before it ends. Sukuna and his team went to visit different places around the village, just to enjoy their time. He hasn't seen you in a bit since your team was busy with other things as well. However, the moment they got back, Toji scolded Sukuna for having a girlfriend. Turns out Satoru slipped and mentioned it to Toji when they were walking around; now Sukuna is being scolded. 

“I asked you for one rule: no girlfriends.” Toji was mad; you could even tell by the way he was clenching his fist real hard trying not to punch Sukuna. He was just silent the entire time while listening to Toji’s scolding. All of their team members were in the same room, getting scolded as well. Since they believe that if you go down, you all go down together. 

“You really want to be distracted, then go ahead!” Toji yells, and his voice echoes across the room. Nobody even dared to respond back; they were all silent, just staring at the floor, including Sukuna and Satoru. 

“If you all do not win the game in two months, you all are never playing again. You heard me!” Toji yells in front of Sukuna and pushes him harshly. Sukuna winces and almost trips over, but Satoru catches his arm. Toji storms out of the room and slams the door loudly; it almost breaks the door. 

"The old man still has it in him.” Sukuna winces; his knees were hurting as well. It feels just like a normal push, but when your knees get moved the wrong way, it is not a good look for him. The other team members were murmuring and walked out of the room one by one. 

“I told you, man.” Satoru was stressed; "stress" is probably not even the best word. But he knows for a fact that he could rip his hair out by how dumb Sukuna acts sometimes. Sukuna winces in pain as he massages his knees. Despite needing some rest, he stands up, limping. Satoru was confused by his actions.

“Where are you going?!” Satoru yells but since Sukuna moves fast, he has already left the door and gone somewhere. But it is not just somewhere; it is to you. 

It has been three days, but Sukuna still actively texts you despite not seeing you. He is flirting with you, sending pictures, and sending you money when you talk about something you like in different stores, and at this point you can’t even tell if they are real feelings or not. You would be lying if you said that you do not want to see him. You admit that you are probably developing feelings for him; to be fair, the moment you saw him on TV playing, he was already attractive. No wonder the girl from the other day was chasing him. You were in the cafeteria looking for Sukuna. You were alone this time because you just woke up from a nap; you couldn’t see him so you decided to just go back to your room and probably call Sukuna because he said to call him whenever you are bored, so why not? You stretch and crack your knuckles while going up the stairs. Then you hear a banging noise; you slowly walk up the stairs and peek to see what is going on. It is him, Sukuna, once again, in front of your room. But this time, he does not have that smug attitude; it is clear that he is stressed.  

"What's wrong?” You immediately ran to him and had your hand wrapped around his waist; you noticed that he was in pain. You sat him on your bed, panicking, not knowing what to do. 

“Just the pain.” He says, breathing heavily, he is in pain; if he could just cut his knee off, it would be better. He believes that the walking they had done fueled the pain in his knees. You kneeled and moved his pants up to see his left knee; it was red and had a bruise. You can also see the stitching it had and it was almost bleeding. You frown and your hands are shaking; you didn't realize that his injury was this bad. 

“This looks bad. "You were still frowning and you didn’t even dare to touch to make sure you were not hurting him. He breathes heavily; he is sweating. You licked your lips and stood up and sat beside him; you were holding his hand.

“Let me call my coach, okay?” You said softly and immediately dialed Shoko. He nodded and he rested his head on your shoulders. He sort of feels calm when you are there, like he has known you for a long time. It did not take a long while for Shoko to come to your room; she was shocked to see Sukuna in this state and how close the both of you were. Shoko started doing first aid to him. You were still holding his hand and his head was still on your shoulders. 

“You need to tell your coach.” Shoko broke the silence, and he looked at her, almost terrified by the fact that he needed to tell Toji. 

“I can’t.” He mumbles; he holds your hand tightly. You were shocked by the way he responded; you would think it is just normal for an athlete to tell a coach everything, especially with what is happening with your health. But it is clear that Sukuna’s coach is way too harsh. 

“Why not?” Shoko’s voice was gentle and soothing; he could feel himself cry but he was holding it back. 

"The team is depending on me; I can’t lose that. I just need a break, that's all.” He said quietly, biting his lip. You were there watching the way his breathing hitches; he is definitely about to cry. 

“When was this injury?” Shoko pulls the chair close to her to sit in front of you and Sukuna. 

“Three months ago.” Your coach sighs and rubs her temples; she could not believe that a coach like Toji would let his player be in the Olympics with a bad injury like this.

“You are lucky that it did not happen during your last game, and that was your final, or else you guys would’ve lost it.” Shoko added, looking through her phone trying to find Toji’s contact. Sukuna nodded while he untwined his hand, and his hands slowly moved to find your waist. His arms were now wrapped around your waist. You, on the other hand, were trying to act like this is just a normal scenario, but no, your coach is right there in front of you! And Sukuna is being all touchy for some reason. Shoko notices this and stands up, placing the chair in its original position.

“Well, I will go talk to him and see what I can do. This is a serious matter, Ryomen.” Shoko said in a stern voice, "She bid farewell to the both of you and closed the door. Sukuna now moved his head so it is resting on your lap. You were wearing shorts, so you could feel his breathing on your lap. You try to act normal, but you can't tell if he would be alright with you caressing his face. His arms were still wrapped around your waist; he moves his left hand and places it on top of your thighs and kisses it. You flinched, and you were frozen; the silence was not helping. The tension is thick once again; you can’t even deny this man anymore.

“Please let me kiss you.” He mumbles as he continues to place kisses on top of his hand that is above your thigh. Your eyes widened and he looked up to you, pleading and begging for a kiss. You held his face and your lips crashed to him; he groaned in response and kissed you back. It was a long, passionate kiss, and when you pulled away, he sat up properly, placed a hand behind your neck while the other one was on your face, and kissed you once again. You could feel your heart going out of your chest. It was almost like he was hungry for you; he introduced a tongue while kissing you and you whimpered. It was too much; you might end up wanting more of him when you are trying to avoid that. 

“I like you; please, let me have you.” Sukuna says in between kissing and holding your face, he was begging for you. He does not understand why he feels this way towards you, but you are just different. The moment he felt your presence and saw you, he knew he wanted you. You closed your eyes and you felt like you would die with the way he was talking to you. 

“I like you too.” You said while breathing heavily and kissing him back. He moans in your mouth while still kissing you. His fingers ran across your back. 

“You are going to be the death of me here.” He kisses your neck and he reaches for your hand so you can wrap it around his neck. You never felt this way before. Sure, there are some guys who had sex with you before, but Sukuna? Everything just feels so intimate. 

“Have you ever been on top before?” Sukuna whispers, biting your ears and moving your body so you could be on his lap. You whimper and bite your lip, shaking your head in response. He tugs on your top, exposing your lace bra; he took it off and started sucking on your tits. 

“F-fuck.” You covered your mouth, trying to suppress your moans. He smirks and makes hickeys all over your chest area and collarbones. 

"You’re going to help me, b-baby, okay?” He mumbles as he points at his sweatpants. He is hard, very hard, so hard  that it is starting to hurt. Usually he has a lot of self-restraint, but when it comes to you, he just couldn't help himself. He won't even lie; he was touching himself in the shower in those three days, thinking about your tight pussy sucking him in. Your hands shake and you start to bring his sweatpants down and his boxers down. It had a wet patch; his dick was leaking precum. You were in awe, you can’t even tell what you are feeling right now, your panties were wet just by kissing him, and this sight? You were soaking. 

“You are big…" You said shyly and held his dick by the base and he moaned. 

“You are so hot.” He kisses you quickly while you slowly put your mouth around his dick. You almost choked; he is way bigger than the other men you slept around with. You were going up and down and sucking his dick, trying not to choke hard. He was slowly grabbing you by the hair and moving you up and down. 

“Fuck, baby, your fucking mouth is so tight.” He moans and groans, grabbing your hair harder; you, on the other hand, are moving faster. 

“S-shit, baby!” He is throwing his head back against the headboard; he feels like he is in heaven. He never got his dick sucked like this. He comes hard, and it is all over your mouth and lips. You looked up to him; it was so lustful. The lust in your eyes was there; he knew you wanted more. You slowly moved to kiss him; it was a sloppy kiss and he groaned one more time. 

“You taste so good.” You whisper softly. 

“Bend over to my face; let me eat you.” He says while breathing heavily. And you did; you are now bent over, his hands gripping your ass as he took your panties off. 

"Shit, you are so wet.” He was pussy drunk; he started eating you out and you were a moaning mess. Gripping the sheets hard and trembling under his touch.

"K-kuna, it feel s’ good.” You were having an orgasm; you never really like getting your pussy eaten out, but he does it so well. You were shaking while being bent over, and your moans, his groans, and the wet noises of your pussy filled the room. He inserted a finger, making you flinch, and he moved it fast. You could feel yourself closer as he moved faster on sucking and fingering your tight pussy. 

“I am c-coming! S-shit!” You screamed and came all over his face. You are still shaking and breathing heavily. You looked behind and saw him still kissing your pussy. He bit your ass hard, making you flinch. 

“Ride me, okay?” He breathes hard, and you immediately move on top of him. He kisses you sloppily, and you could taste your cum while the both of you kissed. You did not waste any time and held his dick, rubbed it against your pussy and the both of you flinched by how sensitive the both of you were. 

“K-kuna…” You moaned his name while you slowly pushed it in; he groaned. Hearing you moan his name was something he would have never imagined in his life. You sound so good, like you were made for him and he was made for you. He holds your waist and pushes you down to take him all in, you were trembling on top of him. He had a smug smirk when all of him was in you. 

“R-raw the first time?” He teases you as he slowly moves you. You moaned and kissed him sloppily. 

“S-shut u-up, I have condoms.” You retorted, squeezing his cheeks. He smirks and moves you a little faster. 

"Oh, I know, baby; you just did not want to use it with me, huh?" He sucks on your tits while you ride him and you flinch. It was so good; he fucks so good. You were a hot mess; you were moaning every time you sucked him in deep. 

“S-so deep!” You whimper, burying your face onto his chest as he fastens up the pace. 

"Fuck, you’re so tight, better than I imagined.” He groaned and he could feel himself cumming, and you were clenching onto him as well. 

"Please, baby, inside.” You pleaded to him. He smirks and moves faster.

“As you wish.” He says as he kisses you. The both of you came at the same time. You moaned as you clenched hard and you felt the release inside. You stayed in place for a good minute, taking it all in, not wasting any drop of his cum. You placed your ear onto his chest, and you could hear the beating of his heart; it was fast. That is when you realize maybe you can give him a chance and he realizes that you were worth everything. 

After the Olympics, the both of you officially started dating. Toji got dropped as the coach because, apparently, he was abusing other team members that Sukuna did not know about. Now, Higurama is the new head coach. He knew about Sukuna’s injury and let him have a healthy rest in order for him to recover from his injury. The both of you officially announced your relationship when you joined a recent competition; he could not hide himself well because of his pink so the both of you decided to announce your relationship officially. Sukuna remains to be supportive and you do the same; vice versa, he is supposed to come back to playing in a month, and you are happy to be there for him. Maybe the Olympics do bring love in the air, and maybe sex? 

[ryoses]

"ryo. can't sleep," you whisper into your boyfriend's ear whose eyes are shut close under the comfort of your duvet. he was serious when he texted about coming over at this late hour just to sleep in your bed. been complaining about having trouble falling asleep lately too. along with his endless admissions how he sleeps better in your bed.

you on the other hand didn't expect his arrival at all. you've taken a short nap hours ago, woke up, took a shower, chugged half can of energy drink, and set up your study materials for an all-nighter for the upcoming exams.

so you really shouldn't bother him like this. when he arrived, he simply understood your plan for the rest of the night and promised he won't bother your studying session. he pecked your forehead and marched straight into you bedroom without another word.

not even an hour later, you saw how comfortable and cuddly and warm he looks on your bed, sleeping. effortlessly inviting you to come back to bed, how perfect would it be to slip under the covers and worm your way home against his chest. to make matters worse, resisting the imagination of his arms winding around your person was never your strongest trait.

he hums, stirred awake by your voice. he blindly reaches for your arm out of habit. "weren't you going to stay up?" he asks sleepily, the bed dips under his weight as he scoots over to make space.

"yeah but then you came and it's almost rude how comfy you look sleeping without me."

his arms around you tighten a fraction as he places a chaste kiss under your jaw, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his breathing slows down again. "so sleep. we can study together at the library after class tomorrow."

you can do that. even if your brain is still wide awake from that one can you drink, you know a trick that can shut off your mind effectively. which is exactly what sukuna's doing right now, embracing you closely. corded arms around your torso. the warmth radiating off his body works like a lullaby every time.

"kinda unable to sleep right now though.."

"yeah no shit you drank a can." his palm moves in a circle across your spine. he's not opposed to you wanting to fall asleep with him.

in fact, he welcomes and prefers it because having you close all night always makes his sleep feel like a spiritual reset. "jus' close your eyes," he instructs. his own already sealed too. "count all the sheep in ya head."

you sigh and allow yourself to relax with images of sheep jumping over a fence in your head. with sukuna continuing rubbing your back.

10 sheep, 11 sheep, 12 sheep.. sukuna's sheep.. this is actually effective.

he observes the way your breath slows down, completely lax against him now, your eyelids drooping as seconds pass.

"how many sheep?"

you don't answer. well that was quick he thinks.

sukuna himself is one wink away from sleeping. he stops his movement altogether and lets darkness consume his sleep again, this time much better with you at his side.

© ryoses 2026

[sznza]

frat!kuna as your fwb instagram stories + descriptions

story one - walking the city streets at night interacting with with stray animals where he realizes he is attracted to you and your curious nature

story two - after a long night of drinking and party, you and kuna are in your bed smoking together, even you hate the smell of cigarettes but you would try anything for him

story three - at a pool party where you two first hooked up and decided to start being friends with benefits for mutual satisfaction

story four - it’s 3am and your drunk from a girls night out and you called him to pick you up and you took a picture of him getting gas

story five - causal weekend day where you two go on a brunch date “as friends” and dons inappropriate things in the restaurant bathroom

story six - beach trip with friends, his lens are always on you absolutely smitten by your beauty he took roughly 30+ photos of you but that one was it favorite

story seven - elevator at his apartment before meeting up with yall friends, clothes matching intentionally because why not

story eight - it was video of you unbuckling his pants to suck him off but he just screenshot the beginning of the video when he posted it you scolded him for posting something private

story night - the night where he realizes he doesn’t only find you attractive but someone who he wants to settle down with, dancing to Cuban music after cooking the most substandard meal

[yenayaps]

stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!

[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]

Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.

“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.

“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”

“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.

And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.

“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”

“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.

He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”

“…yes,” you whimper.

“Then fucking arch it.”

You sniffle. “Okay.”

He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.

“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.

It has his attention now.

The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.

“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.

“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“

“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”

“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.

“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.

“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”

His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”

“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”

“I… I don’t know—“

“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”

“Please.”

“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”

And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.

"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”

Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.

“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”

Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.

He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.

The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.

“Are you ready to go again?”

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[loijkiupo0]

decisions decisions decisions

soccer player sukuna ff or hockey player kuna pt.2

[fireladylisa]

Behind These Walls, Part One

summary: zuko agrees to an arranged marriage with the princess of the earth kingdom but their alliance comes with terms. the most tasking one: producing an heir within a year. the only problem is zuko isn't over his ex, and you hate his guts.

pairing: firelord!zuko x earthbender!reader

wc: 6.5k

angst, zuko's kind of a dick sorry, abusive father, unprotected sex, creampie, forced marriage, series is not completely accurate to canon lore

queen charlotte au!!

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀ঌ⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

your clammy hands shook as you raised the inked brush to sign your name on your death certificate.

not death in the literal sense, but death in the sense of signing your life away. death in the context of marriage. a union you did not ask for, one you did not want.

only three months ago you were planning to finally break free of ba sing se and it's stuffy walls that locked you away from the rest of the world. you barely had friends, the only people willing to talk to you being the servants and your assigned guardian. as the eldest daughter and first born child of the king of the earth kingdom, most would believe you lived life in luxury and prosperity.

most people did not know that you were born to be a weapon. a tool specifically bred to gain an alliance with the fire nation and therefore, you spent most of your life hidden.

you had no real friends, didn't even know your own mother, had no social life outside of occasional appearances to keep gossip of the missing princess at minimum, and the once a year visit to the fire nation where you'd meet with firelord ozai and prince zuko to ensure the status of the forced betrothal and to bond with your future husband.

you were officially engaged at only ten years old, zuko being eleven. the visits moved to twice a year and during that time, you would be forced to spend time with the brooding prince. you had tried to, at minimum, be his friend but he was miserable and insisted he hated girls.

then ozai became firelord and the visits continued, becoming more frequent now that his father wasn't around to protest the idea of conquering ba sing se through marriage. after his rise in power, the plan was for you two to officially get married when you came of age at seventeen.

after zuko was scarred and banished at thirteen, the engagement was forgotten, though it was never actually called off. the attacks from the fire nation accelerated now that ozai wouldn't use his son to infiltrate the kingdom. this of course, was your fault in the eyes of your father. '

"you failed as his betrothed. if you had befriended him as i ordered you to, perhaps the brat would have been less motivated to speak out of turn! now look at us (name), you've doomed us."

of course this logic was nonsensical, but twelve year old you couldn't understand that. all you knew was that you disappointed your father and your people were dying because of you and the prince that refused to be your friend.

that was how you came to hate the man you were marrying.

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zuko was a man of honor. at least that's what he told himself to force his signature on the marriage document as he stood next to his bride who look equally as miserable as he felt.

he had put this off for as long as he could. he dated mai for several years, even came up with the idea to marry her but could never bring himself to do it. as firelord he could make it happen with the snap of his fingers but he could never get himself to just ask the fucking question, so he didn't. something always holding him back.

and he didn't blame her when she finally broke things off after his twenty-eighth birthday a few months ago, even if it turned him more bitter than he'd like to admit. she deserved someone who could give her the one thing zuko had not been able to offer.

later that night during the reception, zuko hardly looked at you, nor did you look at him. though when he did he couldn't help but to admire your beauty. you looked otherworldly in your bridal dress, which paid homage to both the earth kingdom and fire nation. your hair matched his in a half up, half down style and sat atop your bun was your crown that declared you firelady.

an uncomfortable feeling sat in zuko's chest that he tried to force away, snatching his eyes away from the ring on your finger when you had caught him staring. he kept his eyes forward, watching the traditional performance as a fire blazed in his chest.

it wasn't that zuko disliked you. he remembered you from when you were only children and how kind you had attempted to be to him despite his all but dismissive attitude. you would talk and he would sit with a permanent scowl on his face, wishing he could sink into the ground.

when his advisors had mentioned the idea of an experiment, seeing if the elements could mix, zuko brought up you. it was perfect. you were already royalty, an earth bender and legally, still his fiancé.

the last time he had seen you, was two weeks before he was banished for speaking out. you were charismatic as always, hoping to gain a sliver of the princes attention. now you were a woman, filling out your body in all the right spots and barely looked at him.

by the time the after party came and the dancing started, zuko was three glasses deep in wine and began to feel a little brave as a light buzz ran through his body. the stress of marrying someone he did not know and the conditions that came with it, slipping to the back of his mind as the music began to flow through his body.

zuko wasn't much of a dancer. he fucking despised dancing, but it was his wedding night and he was feeling brassy, so fuck it.

he stood from his chair, tall frame hovering over you as he stared down with golden-yellow eyes that burned with a look you couldn't quite decipher. he reached his hand out to you, lips quirked in what one might understand as a forced smile.

"wife." he grumbled and you took in a sharp breathe. you hadn't expected him to speak to you. "care to share a dance with me?"

you inwardly cringed, though being careful not to show it. you wouldn't ruin your union, not again. you would show your father that he could trust you, count on you to bring peace to the kingdom. maybe you would prove that you were worth treating as a daughter now. someone he could love as much as he loved his sons.

so as much as you wanted to decline, you gave a strained "yes." and took your husbands hand.

the dance was gentle, uncomplicated and would have been quite enjoyable if it were with anyone else. at least that's what you told yourself that night, arms around his neck as he bent slightly so could reach. his large hands gripped your hips as he pulled you close to his chest.

you smiled politely as the knot in your stomach unfurled and traveled between your thighs. heat spread across your cheeks but you weren't in the slightest embarrassed. while you had never had anything more than oral sex, you were far from a liar and knew you wanted this man in your bed.

he was beautiful and the long hair gave him an aura most men lacked.

this would be so much easier if he was ugly. you thought.

you hated him for his actions that led you to being seen as failure by your father but that didn't mean you were against fucking him. you were his wife after all, you were expected to perform your duties and that was far from the problem.

your father had ordered you to be with child within a year but you knew you could never have a child with a man you would never love. this union had turned into something distinct from it's original purpose. an experiment they called it, to see if royals from different elements could marry successfully and produce an heir. within a year.

you had your own plan, which was to take the preventative herbs (you bribed a servant for it) anytime zuko fucked you. you hoped that soon enough he would realize his poor wife is barren and pick up a few concubines to carry his heir.

you had other ways to make the marriage successful, even if that meant no child.

"i hope the night has exceeded your expectations, my queen." the words soured on zuko's tongue. here he was with a beautiful woman in his hands, and still his ex lingered in the back of his head. the relationship had been failing for some time, he knew that, but the sense of familiarity being snatched from him left behind a hole he couldn't seem to fill.

still, he tried to his best to forget about her. it was his fucking wedding night and his wife looked good enough to eat. he made a mental note to lay off the wine for the rest of the night, lest you show interest in consummating the marriage.

you faked a smile. "did you have a hand in any of the planning?"

you wondered. your father hadn't given you a say and left the planning to the professionals, with the one rule of incorporating earth kingdom culture. you were upset about being excluded from your own wedding but the green banners mixed in with red littered the room and it looked like a dream as the earth and fire symbol blended as one.

"not much." he chuckled as he spun you and brought your body back to his, swaying as he tightened his grip on you. not enough to hurt but enough to keep you put.

"i only played a part in approving the budget, if that counts for anything. not much of an expert in the wedding area. got kicked out of the room when I asked why decorations were necessary"

you fought a smile and nodded in agreement. a sick part of you was glad he had been forbidden from participating as well, knowing you weren't the only person deemed unworthy of planning.

your first common ground as a married couple. nice.

just when you were about to respond, you were cut off by an obnoxiously loud voice yelling over the music and moving closer to where you and zuko stood. you could see the annoyed but amused smirk spread across your husbands face as he straightened and you despised his happiness.

when he pulled back from you and took your hand in his as you turned to face the incoming squealer, you had to fight the urge to snatch your hand away.

for the earth kingdom. for my honor. you reminded yourself.

"flameo hotman! congratulations on the wedding." yelled the avatar himself as he gripped zuko's shoulder, clearly drunk and pulled him into a quick hug. another man with shaved sides and a bun joining in. you had forgotten zuko was now friends with his once mortal enemy but you had no idea who the other person was.

your stomach churned at the thought of zuko having friends. something was truly wrong with you if he could buddy up with someone he once wanted to capture and not you, a girl who only wished to hold a basic conversation.

you swallowed your jealousy and smiled at the men who gawked at you.

"wow zuko, didn't think you were capable of swooning a goddess." the man in blue joked.

zuko groaned as you bit back a laugh. "sokka. please stop." though his hand moved to your lower back, posssessively.

"this is my wife, (name)." he allowed the men to introduce themselves. you of course already knew who aang was but took a special interest in sokka. he was funny and you loved that he embarrassed zuko. you could still hear his laughter as your husband walked you two back to your now shared room.

behind you, trailed your father, some earth guards and a few of zuko's advisors and guards of his own. they escorted you to the bedding ceremony but would not be staying. when you both got to the door, zuko turned and talked to his advisors while you turned to your father.

your heart skipped a beat at the look on his face. he was a tall man but still shorter than zuko and every bit your reflection, which made your lack of a relationship even more depressing.

"you've gotten this far. do not disappoint me child. remember all that is at risk." was all he fucking said.

not I love you, or I'm proud of you. not even a simple well wish for his daughter on her wedding night. but you smiled anyway and when you went to drop into a bow, his hand grabbed your arm to stop you. you ignored the burn from his too tight grip and bit back a wince.

"you are the firelady now. you bow to no one."

you stood straight and nodded your head, acknowledging that you heard him. his grip tightened a bit before loosening but not letting go completely.

"an heir within a year daughter-"

"wife. everything alright?" a deep voice cut through the lecture you were about to receive and you turned to see zuko with a death glare on his face.

"firelord zuko, all is-"

"wife. are you okay?" zuko ignored your father, eyes locked on you as if no one else existed.

you nodded and rubbed your arm after your father dropped it. you fought the burn in your eyes and moved toward the room door. your father didn't wait, simply smiling and moving down the hall. guards on his tail.

zuko left you in room that night after making sure you were fine, moving through the doors that connected yours to his. you had expected him to consummate the marriage but he only bid you a goodnight and closed the door behind him.

you of course, had no idea that zuko spent the next hour fighting the urge to find your father and knock his head off his shoulders for putting his hands on you.

you awoke to the sound of bells the following morning, your hair a mess from the deep sleep you had fallen into. only a minute later, servants and what appeared to be your lady in waiting burst through the doors with clothes and a tray of fruits and cheese.

after you ate and washed, your lady (who called herself yuri) began to dress you in a silk thin strapped dress before adding a corset and tying it tight to your body. you winced as the woman sat you at the vanity and began pinning up your hair, adding whimsical fire lilies and daylilies.

you grumbled at the manhandling but kept quiet nonetheless.

after breakfast, you found yourself walking through the halls of the palace, on a mission of exploration.

"yuri. what is expected of me today? will I have any council meetings of my own?" please say no.

she chuckled next to you, speeding up to match your pace, two guards following behind. "you have no schedule, firelady."

"and why not?" you shot her a look of confusion. your father had you tutored in fire nation politics and etiquette since you were a child, so you weren't expecting this.

"because you are on your honeymoon, my lady."

you stopped, the guards behind you slowing their pace with annoyance. you hadn't thought of a honeymoon. you and zuko were supposed to be spending these hours cuddled in bed but he was no where to be found. what would you say anyways? you still hated him and felt incredibly awkward after he experienced the way your father handled you.

so you spent your first days as firelady eating sweets, drinking tea, exploring the palace grounds and reading a book. you did not see zuko. not at breakfast, or tea time, or dinner. how were either of you meant to fulfill your duties if he avoided you like you were a plague?

your guards began to bother you. they were constantly on your tail, the only alone time you got being when you slept or bathed. you had no doubt that zuko ordered them to do so, though you couldn't understand why. you were his wife, not his enemy and there was peace between your respective kingdoms, as far as you knew. plus you were more than capable of defending yourself.

the next time you saw zuko was five days past your wedding night. internally, you were fuming and feeling more insecure than ever. on the outside, you flashed your practiced smile and sat with him over a private breakfast in the gardens. he had a small enough table brought out and the two of you sat in silence.

he looked everywhere but at you and you stared through his soul. he looked hungover and agitated, as if he would rather do anything but be in your presence right now.

"where have you been?" you broke the ice. tea long gone, patience beyond worn. five fucking days. unbelievable.

zuko straightened and ran his fingers through his hair. it was free today, falling down his back as the wind blew it back gently. "I uhm-" he cleared his throat.

"have i offended you?" you had always been blunt when upset and no matter how much your guardian attempted to erase it, that had remained your one trait that stuck.

his eyes widened as he faced you fully this time. "no! i- just, i was busy with firelord duties. I did not mean to make you feel neglected."

you scuff and ball your fists under the table, fingers digging into your palms, your own hair whipping from the wind adding fuel to your agitation. it was more than just his duties, the man was actively avoiding you. you never saw him in the halls or pretty much anywhere and whenever you asked for his whereabouts, you were stiffly told that he was otherwise occupied. you were beginning to think-

"do you have a lover?" you hadn't the energy to bite your tongue. he was your husband after all and if you could not speak freely, this marriage was sure to fail.

he sighed and put his elbow on the table, forehead going onto his hand. "i am far too tired for this conversation. can we postpone?" the bottom of his palm rubbed at his sunken eyes.

your eye twitched. how fucking dare he. "when is a convenient time for the firelord to argue with his wife? i must admit, I thought you would have grown out of this by now, seeing as your buddies with your mortal enemy but can't spare your wife a few minutes to converse or let her know you're fucking alive."

"you are unbearable." he muttered before standing.

you were hot on his heels, following him to your rooms in a silent rage as to not cause a scene. you were madder than you had ever been. the only person to have ever dismissed you so rudely was your father and you would die before you took it from your husband as well.

but why were you so upset? you hated him, you shouldn't have wanted anything to do with him. maybe it was your trauma of being treated as less than, maybe it was jealously that his attention was going elsewhere. maybe you were sexually frustrated and needed a release.

it didn't fucking matter. zuko was acting like anything but a husband and you refused to deal with it past this day. which is why as soon as the door to your room slammed shut, you followed him to his conjoined chambers, ignoring his grunts of annoyance.

"why don't you just tell me what i've done wrong huh?" you bellowed, fist balled at your side.

zuko stared at you like you were mad as he shrugged off his robes. you tried to not stare at his arms, failing miserably. "are you so self absorbed that you believe everything is about you?"

"ha!" you sarcastically laugh, throwing your hands up. "considering you've been avoiding your new wife when we should be on our supposed honeymoon. can you really blame me for feeling that way?"

this man was maddening and you were fuming at yourself for having this conversation. you should have allowed him to stay away, to avoid building any kind of bond with this animal who you despised.

why were you allowing him to get under your skin?

"you've done nothing wrong, wife." he spits the word with disgust and the feeling was fucking mutual.

zuko honestly didn't know what had gotten into him. he was frustrated, hung over from his visit to republic city with sokka and consumed with guilt over his marriage after he'd gotten a letter from mai.

he'd hid it away without reading it, opting to leave his past in the past. he was fucking loyal, wether you believed him or not he was a far cry from the man his father was. so why couldn't he just say that?

"fine, I'll leave."

he ignored your yells as he marched out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

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for the next two weeks you danced around each other, only saying good morning, small hellos if you passed one another in the hall, or short conversations if you needed to discuss anything that required both of your signatures. it was a marriage in the formal sense only. you weren't even friends, hardly acquaintances, far from lovers.

most of your time was spent making public appearances, council meetings with zuko, reading, gardening or honing your bending skills in the training yard.

that's where you had been when zuko summoned you for the first time. anger burning bright as you used your feet and hands to earth bend, lifting different sized boulders, smashing them against walls and metal bending surrounding weapons. your hair which was braided behind your head, whipped with each vicious turn.

the guards watched with concern and a mild interest. some glared, not happy about the reminder that their firelord married an earth bender, let alone one that could bend metal.

"my lady. the firelord wishes for you to join him for lunch." yuri called from afar, too scared to get close.

you wished you didn't hear her because now you sat across the table, glaring daggers at your husband who looked unfairly desirable with his hair tied behind his head, bangs falling to the sides of his face.

you were freshly showered, now dressed in a fire colored silk dress, hair covering your shoulders as it was still drying from your bath. you were silent but zuko said nothing either, both waiting for the other to crack first.

a servant waltzed over to refill your cups before sensing the tension and hurrying their task, wishing to be far away from the dam that was cracking.

"i know you hate me and you have every right to." he started, his deep voice making the hair on your arms stand up. you hated that he was able to coax this reaction from you.

you only hummed in response so zuko swallowed his pride and continued. "I have not given you much reason to like me, i suppose. disappearing after our wedding, avoiding you, living in the past. it was selfish and i deeply apologize for it."

you didn't know what to say, anger withering a bit as you sat stunned and frozen to your seat. you hadn't expected him to be so straight-forward, it was far from his personality.

"you don't have to respond. i just- wished you to know that and hope that maybe we can start over. can we be friends?"

you quirk a brow. "i did try that, if you don't remember. you rejected me over and over then went and got yourself banished. i suffered years of abuse for that little stunt by the way."

you knew you shouldn't have been blaming him for that. from what you were told, he did the right thing by standing up for his people even if he suffered the ultimate consequence.

he grimaced before offering a small smile as a peace offering. "believe in second chances?"

lucky for him, you did. zuko spent the following weeks learning about you as if he had never met you before. every night, no matter how hard the day was, you'd find yourselves on either his bed or yours, asking the most mundane questions to deep, personal ones.

"how'd you get the scar?" you asked, legs crossed on zuko's bed. he sat in front of you in nothing but his pants, opting out of wearing a shirt. he claimed it was too hot, though his window had been left open, cooling the room with the outside breeze.

you didn't mention it, instead focusing on the scar on his chest.

"hmm, a gift from my lovely sister." his hand ran over the red mark.

he explained to you how azula had tried to kill his friend katara and he jumped in the way of the lightning. your heart clenched. this zuko was a different person from the selfish, angry boy you once knew. it made you wonder what he might do to protect you.

"what's your type?" you quickly ask in an attempt to smother those very much unwanted thoughts.

"isn't it my turn?" he chuckles, raising his brow at you. he leaned back on his arms, his hair framing his face as it fell down his back. your eyes betray you as they travel from his muscular arms and chest, down to his happy trail. you didn't mean to, really, but you bit your lip when you noticed his cock was straining against the confines of his trousers.

"my wife."

you head snaps up, face flashing when you realize you've been caught by the shit eating grin on his face. "hmm?"

"my answer is my wife. next question."

the shameless flirting continued after that. you had shown clear interest and zuko wouldn't let the opportunity pass. he was doing much better than he was during the first week of his marriage. the more he spent time around you, the less he thought of mai. in fact, zuko couldn't remember the last time he did think of her in the past two weeks.

it had taken him an embarrassing amount of time to notice just how truly attractive you were in looks and personality. his cock ached every time you were near and lately, his right hand has become his best friend. some days you would notice the effect you had on him and purposely entice him. like the other night during your twenty one questions session, you had worn a tank top with silk shorts that fit your hips just right and didn't leave much to the imagination.

zuko became possessive after that. any man who looked or talked to you became a potential threat. at galas he'd scare off any onlookers, standing right behind you with a death glare that reminded people that he was in fact, ozai's son.

you never noticed of course. your friendship was still blooming and he didn't want to mess up that progress because he decided to finally notice you and hated that others did too.

that would end the following week, when zuko's advisors requested an audience. all seven of them. and they requested for you to be present.

you sat at opposite ends of the long table, each side hosting all of the men that called this emergency meeting.

"pray tell what you've summoned my wife and i for?"

the men seemed almost embarrassed to speak up, grumbling their gratitude for their firelord accepting this meeting. just when zuko thought no one would talk, his grand chamberlain cleared his throat. you fiddled with your hands under the table.

"I beg your pardon for broaching a matter of a more personal and delicate nature, but may I ask about the well-being of your majesty’s union, and whether there has been any progress toward securing an heir to the throne?

your heart dropped but zuko only looked annoyed. in the weeks of getting to know each other, you had forgotten what you were sent here to do in the first place. secure an heir. show that the elements can mix and bring peace to both nations.

you made a mental note to throw out your herbs, guilt eating at you as you now considered zuko to be a decent person. you had expected him to still be that arrogant boy he once was and having no idea what kind of marriage you were walking into, had a servant secure you the preventatives.

it wasn't malicious but merely a way to protect yourself.

when you both retire to your chambers that night, zuko lingers in your room, towering over you as he holds your hands, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles in a way that makes you ache.

"i hope you understand that I would never force that on you. this is our marriage and we decide what happens in it and when, not creepy old men who no longer represent what this nation needs."

you weren't sure you loved him yet but you didn't need to love him in order to uphold your duties and create an heir for the nation. a symbol of peace for the rest of the world. you had never had more than oral sex from a few more than willing guards but your body craved zuko's touch and his cock as if it had experienced the feeling of being stuffed before.

"and what would you do if I said I wanted that? to give you an heir? this is our duty after all, our marriage is an experiment and maybe.. it's time we actually put it to the test."

zuko looked pained, as if every word you spoke brought him closer to death. you sank into his touch, head tilting as his hand moved up and cupped your chin. his thumb slowly rubs against your bottom lip

"if your words were truthful, I would take you to bed right now. show you how sorry I am for waiting to do this and then i'd fill you until you were full with my child."

you gasped, your stomach doing flips as he used his other hand to pull you impossibly closer, your breasts flush against his lower sternum. the man was a giant and you had to lift your head to look at him while this close.

"then do it, my lord, because i can assure you that my word is always truthful."

zuko smiled, a true one that showed his very small dimples before he slowly leaned his head down. when his lips finally met yours, fireworks exploded in your body. his lips were soft, movements gentle as he held your face in his hands.

you moaned against his mouth when his tongue dragged across your lips, testing your boundaries. you gladly opened your mouth, trading saliva with your husband as your tongues fought for dominance.

zuko fought the urge to bend you over the bed and take you deep and fast. he was well experienced in matters of the bedroom but you had him leaking precum and feeling like he could burst right there like a fucking virgin, his cock twitching in his trousers, begging to be inside of you.

he moved his hands from your face and slowly slid the robes down your shoulders until they fell to the floor. he pulled back from you for only a few seconds.

"you are truly ravishing wife." and before you could respond, his lips were back on yours. large, calloused hands dragged your dress up your hips before one spread your legs, fingers teasing your clit in slow circular motions.

you were soaked, your liquid coating the inside of your thighs as you whined against zuko's mouth. you returned the favor and pushed his robe off, fingers moving to undo the bun atop his head, throwing his crown to the floor.

"fuck." zuko grumbled before quickly discarding your dress and pushing you backwards toward the bed, his hands exploring your naked body as his mouth attacked yours.

when he finally had you laid out on the bed, he stood back and watched you. his wife. you were beautiful, dressed in nothing but your skin, hair fanning out across the sheets, body drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

"tell me what you want." he teased. zuko tossed his shirt then lowered his pants only half way, his hands freeing and gripping his thick cock.

your mouth watered at the size of him as your own hand made its way down to your dripping cunt, mouth dropped open in a moan as your fingers made contact.

"fuck me husband. do your duty to our nations and bed your wife."

zuko was whipped, quickly discarding the rest of his clothing and framing his long body between your legs. his cock rubbed against your pussy, your juices mixing together as zuko gripped the sheets above your head in an attempt to calm himself.

he lowered his head, trailing his nose against the skin of your neck, inhaling deeply before placing a kiss against your pulse. he began to grind his hips against yours, moving his hand to grab onto your breast, lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth.

"zuko." you huffed, bucking your hips up for more friction, his tongue playing with your nipple sending chills through your body. "enough. i need you inside of me." you tug his hair lightly.

he complies almost immediately, a sly smirk on his face before he smashes his lips onto yours. zuko pulled his hips back only slightly, reaching his hand down to line his cock with your entrance. his rubbed the tip up and down your pussy a few times, covering himself with your juices before he slowly pushed forward.

you were unbelievably tight, your walls gripping and contracting around his cock. the fit wasn't perfect, zuko had to put extra force behind his thrust until he sat snug inside you.

a virgin. zuko fought the urge to cum then and there, the thought of being the first person to be inside of you doing awful things to his mind. pride and possessiveness swelling in his heart and making his head big.

you were in another world. the stretch of your husband finally stuffing you had you making sounds you didn't think possible. and when he finally moved, your hands clawed at his back as your eyes squeezed shut.

this was better than your time with your guards. the mixture of pain and pleasure setting your body ablaze as zuko thrust his fat cock deep inside of you.

"nngghh, that feels-oh! so good zuko." you moaned, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. when you finally opened your eyes, he looked down at you in awe.

his mind spun with feelings he wasn't ready to admit yet. the way you looked at him, eyes glassy as he was deep inside of you. something about the moment was too intimate, too close to a feeling he refused to acknowledge.

so when you cried out for him to go harder, he obliged. he hooked one of your legs over his arm and went deeper, his balls smacking into your ass as he pounded his way to ecstasy.

all too fast, a knot was forming in your stomach. "ooh fuck, m'gonna cum!" you cried, wrapping your other leg around his waist.

"that's it, love. let go for me." he grunted into your ear, nibbling at the lobe and you were gone. head thrown back in pleasure, your orgasm crashed into you like a wave. red pulsing pleasure pulling you under as tears streamed down your face.

zuko fucked you through it, his strokes faltering as he neared his own orgasm. he buried his head in your neck as he fucked you harder, one hand moving to grab your ass as he pounded you ruthlessly.

he grunted as he shot ropes of cum deep inside of you, painting your walls white as the wind was knocked out of him. he didn't stop, he kept his pace as he dropped buckets into you, his hand squeezing your ass tight enough to leave a bruise.

his mouth dropped open only an inch as steam rose from his body.

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the next day you were an entirely different person. you let your ladies bathe you, dress you and fix your hair without any complaints. you didn't mind your guards following you as you made your way to where you were told you could find your husband.

there was a confidence in your step. you felt and walked like a woman now. gone was the young sheltered princess and in her place was a firelady who was possibly carrying the future of this nation.

"oh!" you gasped as you passed the gardens and thought of the new plants you were experimenting with. a mixture of fire and day lilies to represent yours and zuko's union. you smiled to yourself as you thought of your plan to bring him here later and show him what you had been working on.

you weren't an expert in gardening but as a locked away princess, a lot of your time was spent in the garden when you weren't taking lessons in etiquette, politics or earth bending. the palace gardener took pity on you, a young girl mopping about the lawn, and began to teach you when you were eight.

"one quick detour gentlemen, and then we'll go to my husband."

when you found your special plot which was tucked away near the fountain, you stopped dead in your tracks as your heart thumped violently in your chest, smile vanishing in an instant.

stood with his lips locked against a woman you did not recognize, was your husband. his eyes were wide before he pulled back and stepped away, running his hand through his head. the woman was beautiful, with hair darker than zuko's and features so sharp they could cut.

"zuko." you whispered, but it was loud enough for him to hear you as he whipped his head towards you, eyes wide as time seemed to slow. why couldn't he speak? sweat beaded at his neck as his hands shook.

"what is the meaning of this?" you asked as tears formed in your eyes. how could he? after everything. after the weeks you spent together, after last night. did it mean anything to him or was he simply playing his role and carrying out his duties as firelord?

"love, it's not-"

"I was just leaving." the woman cut in but you bolted before she had the chance. tears streamed down your heated cheeks as you hiked your dress in your hands and ran past your guards, the men following in confusion.

your marriage was a faux and the reality of that left you glued to your bed for the rest of the day. tears streaming down your face as you wished you never threw away those herbs.

part two

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note: as per the results of the poll, here's part one of the zuko arranged marriage fic! it's based on the show queen charlotte so expect some more angst in future parts but i promise it's worth it!

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now i'm gonna work on my frat kuna fic 🤪

[fireladylisa]

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"tell me what you want."

"fuck me husband. do your duty and bed your wife."

summary: zuko agrees to an arranged marriage with the princess of the earth kingdom but their alliance comes with terms. the most tasking one: producing an heir within a year. the only problem is zuko isn't over his ex, and you hate his guts.

pairing: firelord!zuko x earthbender!reader

cw: 18+, angst, panic attack, hallucinations, unprotected sex, creampie, protective zuko, series is not completely accurate to canon lore as it's a queen charlotte au!!

chapter one 𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ ִ chapter two 𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ chapter three 𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ chapter four 𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ ִ chapter five

dividers: @enchanthings & @uzmacchiato ☆ art: ramuanwarna

[fireladylisa]

late night feeds, one-shot

"You know, I used to think I was good at running on no sleep."

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wc: 0.8k

Sukuna was so exhausted, he almost didn't hear his daughter's midnight demands to be fed. Since she had been cluster feeding the past two days, you both had decided to set an alarm to go off every hour and since you had gotten up with her last time, it was his turn.

Unfortunately for him and his daughter, Sukuna had slept through his alarm and was now waking up in the worst possible way: heart racing, pink hair tousled and offended wails coming from the next room over.

"Shit." He mummers, wiping the sleep from his eyes and praying to whoever would listen that you hadn't woken up yet. You had just given birth five days ago and needed all the rest you could get.

Sukuna was determined to show you that he was more than just a fratboy. He was always hands on with his daughter, changing the majority of her diapers, handling wipe downs whenever she threw up, silently rocking her back to sleep if she woke too soon or sitting on the couch with her tucked in his arms and watching Mrs. Rachel to keep her calm when she was fussy.

He would be damned if this is where he fucked up.

So as badly as he wanted to pass back out, he dragged himself out of bed while stumbling and cursing, wiped the sleep from his eyes and made his way to the next room over.

His daughter’s crying escalated as soon as he stood over her crib and squinted his eyes at her, tiny fists waving with an almost hilarious outrage. She was so tiny but she had clearly taken after her father's lack of patience. Not that he blamed her. Imagine you were starving and you had to wait on someone else to feed you? He felt for the kid.

"Yeah yeah, I know." He picked her up, making sure to be careful of her head and awkwardly bounced her on his shoulder. "I'm late. You'd think I committed the most heinous of crimes."

His eyes burned with exhaustion as the pink haired baby began to settle in her father's arms, clearly satisfied to be held as if she hadn't just been making a huge fuss. She brought her tiny fist to her mouth, head laid against Sukuna shoulder as she began to suck on it.

"Tsk."

Now Sukuna would never tell anyone this because it was borderline humiliating, but he had been so exhausted that after he retrieved a freshly pumped bottle from the fridge, he opened it and reached in the cabinet not releasing what he had been doing. He only noticed he was pouring his pre-work out powder in the liquid golden when he started smelling a fruity flavor.

"God fucking dammit!" It was more of an aggressive whisper than a yell but it was enough to make his daughter jump and his heart sank. He vowed to work on his anger from that moment forward.

After grabbing another bottle and forgetting to add water to the bottle warmer, he was finally back in his daughter's room, staring down at her as she happily sucked away, milk pouring down the sides of her mouth as she stared back. His white shirt was covered in baby drool and he seriously lacked sleep but his heart was full.

"Greedy little shit."

The room was quiet, save for the sounds of small swallows and the occasional sleepy sigh. The night light illuminated the room as Sukuna rocked back and forth, watching as his daughter's eyes slowly started to close and he fought the urge to mimic her.

He let out a slow breath, tightening his hold on her and laying his back against the soft cushion of the chair.

"You know, I used to think I was good at running on no sleep. Before you were born I told myself if I can get shit faced drunk, party for hours on end and make it to practice with only two hours of rest then fatherhood would be a fucking breeze."

Your daughter blinks up at him, uninterested and unimpressed, pink hair just as tousled as her father's.

"What the fuck am I doing.."

He was a notorious frat boy, known for caring about nothing but sex, partying and booze and here he was talking to his five day old baby. He felt silly, completely different from the party animal he used to be and insecurity had become his new best friend. He was still discovering who he was outside the identity he had built for himself over his almost four years at uni, sudden fatherhood leaving him frustrated and confused.

Yet, when his daughter reached a hand out to grab onto his pinky, her body warm against his chest as she drifted back to sleep, it was easy to find his answer.

Sukuna looked down at her and sighed, defeated in the best way possible. His heart beating just for her, softening just for her.

"Yeah." A sleepy smile formed. "I can get used to this."

a/n: first one shot of the series, yay! hope you guys like it 💖 I'm revamping my entire acc right now lmao, do ya like the new style or are we not feeling it?

ch. 6 coming very soon!

dividers by @angeliicide & @uzmacchiato | art by amami

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[indiewritesxoxo]

MR. STEAL YOUR GIRL

the only place he wants to be is in your pants!

a collection of my sukuna fics where he swoops in and saves you from toxic relationships and terrible men!

ac: @hunnismokah sparkle div cr: @pixopix second div cr: @tsumiinum

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ pick your player! starring CYBERBULLY!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ betrothed starring FAIRY PRINCE!SUKUNA

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ slim pickins starring REBOUND!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ cry for you starring FIANCÉ!SUKUNA

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ knocked out up starring BABY DADDY!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ FREE SNAKE, PICKUP ASAP starring SNAKE!SUKUNA

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ he's (not) my man starring COWBOY!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ love's laziest worker starring CUPID!SUKUNA

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ broken hearts starring BANDIT!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ faking it starring TATTOO ARTIST!SUKUNA

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ tell me (i'm yours) starring ROOMMATE!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ tourist trapped starring FRENEMY!SUKUNA

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ to rope and ride starring SHERIFF!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ serial killer starring DETECTIVE!SUKUNA

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ are you sick of me? starring TATTOO ARTIST!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ peaches + his prettiest peach starring BOWSER!SUKUNA

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ loser + dorks and dicks starring NERD!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ best friend's brother starring PLUG!SUKUNA

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ cheaters must die starring RING!SUKUNA

ᥫ᭡ˊ˗ the girl who cried wolf starring WEREWOLF!SUKUNA

[bbunisre]

DRIVE ME INSANE! — ryomen sukuna

02: LET'S ALL MOAN

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SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.

PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!

TAGLIST ★ OPEN @b4tm4nn @love-d-luxe @in-aa @kurtcobaingirlie @hannahzg8 @goopzzz @therealmikeross @izakyun @jjkslvt @strwbrrysatoru @kmhsjy @honeysilkdawn @moonmintedx @charlisflyingangell @4rm-the-mf-concrete @chiizuyu @colortheoryrocks @chosoissohotugh @getosuguwife @cl3xr @satorugooner @cosmosspace @marija4674 @snowstriper101 @wqsrs @arithemod @yanelis-world @ehcilhc @ilunita13 @b9nii @ilovetoes @mo072806 @vampshxde @deeeeexx

[aspinny]

BEING TOJIS FRIEND ALSO COMES WITH…a sukuna? (accidentally)

! SERIES MASTERLIST

PART ONE ➙ wrong number?

PART TWO ➙ a little birdie

PART THREE ➙ excuses excuses

PART FOUR ➙ he who shall not be named

PART FIVE ➙ flower

PART SIX ➙ night out

PART SEVEN ➙ yearner

PART EIGHT ➙ eaten by a bear

PART NINE ➙ sleepover

PART TEN ➙ loverboy

. . . extras!

➙ beach episode

➙ foot? broke

! main masterlist

[bbunisre]

DRIVE ME INSANE! — ryomen sukuna

33: FUMBLE LIKE KLAY THOMPSON

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AUTHOR'S NOTE ★ so sorry for leaving u guys i crashed out so many times this week but we up!! also semester break finally started for me so i'll be able to hopefully finish this soon! ALSO, i saw someone copy me lwk with this LOL just really funny behaviour

SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.

PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!

FIRST TAGLIST ★ @b4tm4nn @love-d-luxe @in-aa @kurtcobaingirlie @hannahzg8 @goopzzz @therealmikeross @izakyun @jjkslvt @strwbrrysatoru @kmhsjy @honeysilkdawn @moonmintedx @charlisflyingangell @4rm-the-mf-concrete @chiizuyu @colortheoryrocks @chosoissohotugh @getosuguwife @cl3xr @satorugooner @cosmosspace @marija4674 @snowstriper101 @wqsrs @arithemod @yanelis-world @ehcilhc @ilunita13 @b9nii @ilovetoes @mo072806 @vampshxde @deeeeexx @hushkuna @salad85 @dabi-vakarian @marscars237 @ejk31 @lxne-moon @iluvmegumiiiii @emluvsgetou @tsnmmhrz @mxchiii @akiw0 @blu3berryies @whaddupbaby @kagstobioisthelightofmylife @ackermanandsukuna @gothicbeastgirl

[bbunisre]

DRIVE ME INSANE! — ryomen sukuna

YOU THE BIRTHDAY CAKE

MASTERLIST | NEXT

SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.

PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!

TAGLIST ★ OPEN @b4tm4nn @love-d-luxe @in-aa @kurtcobaingirlie @hannahzg8 @goopzzz @therealmikeross @izakyun @strwbrrysatoru

NOTE ★ i don't know too much about street racing, so if i make mistakes pls lmk!!

[embodement]

ghostface x itafushi

[tsuiyada]

Here’s my new sukuna fanart, took a long ass break for mental health reasons.

[starmapz]

for your entertainment - r. sukuna

౨ৎ experienced!sukuna x virgin f!reader [adult boutique au] - ongoing series

❝ chasing your dreams isn't all it's cracked up to be. your apartment shakes when the train passes and eating a scoop of peanut butter and calling it girl dinner is getting depressing. when you finally manage to land a job at a store that sells sex toys, it's possibly the biggest relief of your life. there's just one issue: you're a virgin. you don't know the first thing about toys and you don't want your cute and flirty white-haired co-worker to know. against your better judgement, you find yourself turning to your other co-worker for lessons and learn the hard way he's just as much of an asshole in bed as he is at work. ❞

౨ৎ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. smut. fwb but you aren't friends. slow burn romance/fast burn smut. sukuna is 23ish, reader is24/25ish. reader is sexually reserved but confident, nerdy, and a band geek. arrogant!sukuna. dom!sukuna. mild corruption. size difference. piv (protected & unprotected). sex toys. dildos. vibrators. sybians. shibari & bondage. restraint. gags. butt plugs. fingering. cock rings. clit stimulants. g-spot stimulants. nipple clamps. remote controlled vibrator. lubes. sex games. blindfolds. aphrodisiacs. biting. marking. possession. dick piercings & tattoos. established safe word. used safe word. loss of virginity. oral (f! and m!). handjob. dacryphilia. mating press. overstimulation. cum play. manhandling. edging. sensory deprivation. (mutual) masturbation (f! and m!). choking. mild love triangle with gojo.

i aim to spread sex positivity, explore the effects of the stigma around virginity, and educate on safety in exploring kinks :)

౨ৎ wc ; estimated 100k.

౨ৎ a/n ; art by ackshuallyvalerie <3 shoutout to @/yenayaps for sukuna dick piercing brain worms <33

ao3 || wattpad || main masterlist

1 ⊹ ࣪ untouched - coming soon! 2 ⊹ ࣪ coming soon

౨ৎ taglist ; OPEN. age must be visible in bio. 18+ only. permatags will be tagged in chapters. @yenayaps @gojosoups

writing, format & dividers © starmapz. art © ackshuallyvalerie. do not repost, translate, or copy.

[beaniesayshi]

EVERYONE SHUT UP MY SHOW IS ON

[satorusdollie]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐃𝐀𝐘

𓏲𝄢 ​SUMDAY Mechanics: Every last Sunday of the month, I will post a comprehensive masterlist of the month's contributions. This includes every single thing that I have posted. Each entry will be neatly organized with its respective links, serving as your one-stop archive.

❥ L-O-V-E CHAPTER 2 | C. Kamo

No matter who approaches him, Choso Kamo only ever sees one person.

❥ SWEET LOVE | S. Gojo

Satoru Gojo’s emotional wedding vows and his first night as a husband.

❥ CHIVALRY IS DEAD | K. Nanami

A late-night bus ride with Kento Nanami.

❥ SINCE DAY ONE | S. Gojo

Satoru Gojo, the most popular guy has a crush?!

❥ HOODIE pt. 1 | S. Gojo, S. Geto, K. Nanami, T. Fushiguro

Breaking up with JJK Men.

❥ HOODIE pt. 2 | C. Kamo, S. Ryomen, N. Zenin, H. Higuruma

Breaking up with JJK Men.

❥ S&M | S. Gojo

Toji Fushiguro and the consequences of testing his patience.

❥ TELL ME | S. Geto

Suguru Geto’s forbidden attraction to his best friend’s sister.

𓂃 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔

Leave your name here, darling, so you never miss an invitation to the dance.

© satorusdollie — Every word here is stitched by hand, love—soft, careful, and entirely mine. Please don’t copy, repost, translate, or slip these pieces beyond the Dollhouse without my say.

Graphics courtesy of the ever-lovely @/dividers-are-us.