I get nauseous and insanely jealous anytime I find this panel because I too want to stroke dada man’s soft, luscious mane as he nestles in my arms with an angry pout
your loser ex has your name tattooed on his chest. and he isn’t above begging to get you back.
you stared at your tv, a tub of ice cream in hand while watching the ridiculous boxing match play on the screen. and just like clockwork, the pink haired man won, pumping his fists into the air while everyone cheered him on.
sukuna fucking ryomen.
your pathetic ex, the sad sloppy excuse of a man (or so you liked to tell yourself), the self centred prick who still thrived off of the chaos and adrenaline of a good fight, was unfortunately still as hot as ever. sweat slicked down his back, his tattoos catching the lights around the ring while he was declared the winner. it was all the same until you noticed the fresh letters carved onto his chest.
pretty letters that unmistakably spelled out your name. and knowing his body and every inch of it, you knew that that wasn’t there before. this fucking loser. had you permanently etched on your skin. and just as you were about to frantically dial his number to give him an earful, he looked riiight at the camera—
“hey y/n. i know you’re watching this. stop ignoring my calls, baby.”
oh he was dead fucking meat.
you knew that it’d be mere minutes before he showed up at your doorstep—the same cycle of him begging to have you back, only to go back to his theatrically crafted suave persona.
and just like clockwork, about an hour later—riiiing!
you opened the door only to find sukuna, still drenched in sweat, standing at your doorway with a comically large bouquet in hand.
“are you fucking insane?”
“i take it that you saw my tattoo.”
you eyed him up and down, barely hiding your distaste—until he dropped to his knees before you.
“what the fuck are you doing. GET UP.”
“please, baby please i’ll do anything to get you back.”
he was down on the ground, your neighbours whispering while the renowned boxer hugged your legs, his head buried in your thighs, the bouquet he got long forgotten on the floor.
“please.”
he was begging now, kneeling before you while his eyes brimmed with tears. and a sick sick part of you made your heart skip a beat.
he was desperate, your name etched on his chest, on his knees, hugging your legs as if that’d ground you to him.
“is this because no one wants to fuck you anymore?” you snorted and he looks at you almost as if you slapped him across the face.
“c’mon doll, you know that’s not true.”
“pathetic.” you spat out, his face flushing a deep shade the moment you said it.
“you still have they repressed degradation kink i see. stupid fucking masochist.”
fuck.
“please—.”
“your begging needs improvement. we’ll see how good you do when i have you gagged and sobbing.” you cooed and you swore you could see his sweats tent just the slightest.
you were going to turn the boxing ring’s forbidden ryomen sukuna, into your pathetic, whiny little slut. and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
GRAAH. i like pathetic men. hehe.
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You've been married to him for years. What you find in the shed makes you question everything.
Pairing: Husband!Sukuna x fem!reader
CW: character death, murder / homicide, gore (blood, injuries), body horror, psychological manipulation / gaslighting, toxic relationship / unhealthy relationship dynamics, captivity / imprisonment, Implied cannibalism, mutual obsession
For my event INTERLACED
Ten years.
A whole decade.
Wasted.
You wear your wedding gift from him, always neatly tied or braided into your hair.
Ivory white and clean as a whistle. You kept it spotless.
A lace bow, with the most delicate trim and floral motifs.
Every day.
You loved Sukuna so much it hurt your heart at times, unable to properly show how much poured from your fingertips after touching his skin. Just a hug or a small kiss would have you flooded with love. All for him.
He was the same, you never knew any hardships when he was around, there to be a strong arm, a word that made you laugh, brightening your day. Never upset you, sure, he might be a bit rough around the edges, but you weren't perfect, either.
The purest kind of love and adoration, care.
Mutual obsession.
So when did it start going wrong?
Truthfully, you hadn't even noticed it. Nothing was amiss. Your mind about him is as spotless as your bow, your husband could do no wrong.
Nothing was wrong in your marriage, nothing had changed in your relationship.
But your surroundings were shifting.
Missing knives, but they were replaced with new, better ones a day or two after you began asking where they had gone. A safe tucked away in the closet, no clue what was inside.
"For our safety, sweetheart, you know how wild animals are."
Having to do more loads of laundry than usual. But Sukuna himself would do it, not letting you glance at his dirty clothes thrown into a pile in the middle of the hamper, reassuring you to leave it to him.
"Go rest, my flower. I'll handle it."
No questions about this odd tint of red around his fingernails that never went away.
Why was the shed locked shut?
The shed.
Just a regular tool shed, your husband kept his power tools and lawnmower there, nothing unusual for the house.
So why was it bolted shut day after day unless Sukuna strolled inside of it?
"Just working on some things in there, don't worry your pretty little head about it, alright, my doll?"
"You should be worrying more about watering the flowers instead of some junk in a rotting shed, my love."
Sweet words, easing your curious heart. He was a good man.
But you couldn't help yourself, could you?
Off at work, at least that's what your husband told you he was up to, not around to fill your ears with light whispers and reassurance of your growing paranoia.
It was starting to get cloudy outside, a storm rolling in from past the canopy of nearby trees. Your first sign not to step outside.
The second one was the lock on the wooden door.
You had the key, right?
Of course you did.
While searching for your slippers in the morning, you had peeked under the bed.
Taped on the underside of your husband's side was… something.
Now it was in your hands, your anxious, shaky hands.
Don't be nervous now, all you have to do is turn the lock.
Click.
You didn't reach for the handle yet, taking a shaky breath and shutting your eyes.
Sukuna wouldn't be mad, right?
No, no, he wouldn't.
The only way he spoke to you was through patience and gentle guidance. He'd just chuckle and show you what's inside himself, yes.
Manipulation and lies, sugarcoated to sound as tender as your flesh.
You didn't know, using that same feeling of safety to calm your nerves, peering at the door once again, your hand on the handle already, key in the lock.
Nothing to be uneasy about, it's just a shed with gardening tools and maybe some car parts. Stop feeling like you might get your neck snapped just by having a little look.
The door creaked open, louder than you would have liked. The treeline went silent after the uncomfortable noise. A third warning.
What you saw wasn't all that odd… the lawnmower in the corner, a grass trimmer, and a few shovels in a dark corner.
You stepped inside, leaving the door ajar.
The lamp in the middle of the shabby thing flicked awake after tugging on the string dangling down.
There was this faint smell of dread hiding behind the organization.
Your eyes flicked around, landing on the workbench at the far side. Your feet carrying you there before your brain.
A small jar of pulled teeth fell into your gaze.
Teeth?
The more you looked around, the items didn't seem so innocent anymore.
Thick rope and a few rusty saws tucked under the table.
Not rust.
Maybe the worst thing was a splotch of thick blood on the edge of a bucket filled with that same stench of impending doom.
It wasn't blood… just paint.
Your fingers reached out, you had to prove to yourself that it was nothing.
But the deep crimson stained your hand, the smell of iron hit your nose, and you couldn't keep the fantasy stable anymore.
Thunderclouds had hidden the sky completely outside, making the space darker than before.
The loud thuds of heavy raindrops hitting the tin roof of the shed rang through your ears, overwhelming your senses, hands trembling while looking at the glossy blood seeping into your nail beds.
You should not have left the door open.
"My flower, what are you doing in here?"
Sukuna had returned.
You snapped out of your trance, blinking and looking in his direction, hand reaching up to your head in search of the comfort of your lace bow, fiddling with it while watching your husband approach.
Rough hands cradled your face, gently checking if you had hurt yourself. Red irises did a horrible job of hiding his displeasure with you.
"You didn't harm yourself, did you? Oh my sweet girl… come here."
A hug, face smushed into the comfort of his chest. A steady heartbeat against your ear.
So he wasn't mad… good.
Your trembling hands clung to his back.
You couldn't see the way Sukuna's jaw clenched, nails itching to claw into your sides and squeeze you tight enough to have you pop.
"You shouldn't be in here. How about we go back inside and have dinner, hm?"
No questions about the key or your findings.
False safety.
Sukuna had taken you back in the house, sat you down, and helped heat up some food. It was silent while you ate, your fork barely able to cut through a soft vegetable, as the thought of the odd findings popped back into your mind.
"Sweetheart, why is your bow filthy? Messy girl."
Your fingers had stained a corner of it with the Incarnadine shade.
Scrubbing. Scratching, desperately washing both your hands and the lace, couldn't get rid of it.
You cried in his arms that night, gathered up in his chest, head lying against his.
Sukuna caressed your back, caressed your hair, and shushed you to sleep.
It was just a bow.
The truth was cracking from the seams everywhere you looked now. The house was lacking color, the dullness and real darkness creeping in from unlit corners. The ingredients in the pantry and the shelves in the fridge seemed to be rotten, tasteless.
Sukuna's face looked different, touching it made your skin tingle- as if it refused to connect with his.
Maybe it was because the romanticized image of him was losing its shape.
And maybe the fact that he refused to let you go outside.
No more garden work, too harsh for your puzzled mind.
The sun was too hot, even on a cloudy day.
You needed to relax, even after sleeping all day.
It was getting unbearable.
The front door was locked, the back door too. Sukuna was working in the study.
Trapped in your own safe haven, you needed to do something, so why not go down to the basement?
Your husband never said anything about the cold concrete box below the floorboards, knowing you were too scared to go there.
With nothing better to do, his logic was being proved false with every step you took down the squeaky stairs.
You found the light switch, getting a yellow, old hue illuminating the space.
Oh yeah, the freezers were down here.
Two, to be exact. Sukuna liked smoking meat and fish on sunny days, so you knew he used them to keep them frozen.
A little peek wouldn't do you any harm.
So what if your last gander took away your freedom to leave these walls? This was different.
As if.
The sound of the creaking steps had alerted him, no matter how slow you had gone.
Your tainted hands lifted the large hinged lid of the chest.
Just some plastic bags of red meat, parts of a pig, and venison. A large salmon head stared up at you from the side.
The eyes of the dead fish were gouged out.
The lid went back down, now wanting to see if the same contents were in the second one.
You should have stopped with the first one.
At first the same plastic bags stared up at you, what looked like minced meat and animal body parts.
Not that human hand though.
Sawed off from the bicep, a fleshy limb wrapped in the same plastic bag, but oozing crimson from the palm made eye contact with you.
The color drained from your face, doubling over and pulling the dismembered part out, your own arms shaking while looking at the frozen appendage.
Bile churned around in your stomach, a sour, watery taste taking over your mouth.
The stairs were still squeaky, making sound as heavy footsteps rushed down.
"Flower, what are you up to now?"
Once Sukuna's head went low enough from the upper floor, seeing the sight of you holding something you never were supposed to see.
Your hands dropped the bag immediately, clattering to the basement floor, a part of the bag opening, the smell of decayed flesh hit your nose once again.
"My angel, are you trying to get yourself in trouble again. It hurts me to keep you locked away, but if you keep fooling around, i might just keep you in one room and tend to you."
His voice was gruff, trying to sound smooth and caring, but it was clearly impossible to do so.
He tried to reach out to you, blunt nails touching your hair, easing you to step into his embrace. Just like any other time to have you calm down and trap you in his arms till he felt you'd deserve freedom.
His palm crushed your skull into his chest, Sukuna acting like he wanted to infuse you inside of his ribcage.
"Silly thing, must you keep poking your nose in my things?" He cooed into your hair, but you swore you could feel his canines trying to bite into the top of your head.
"We will go upstairs, watch a movie, and forget all about this-"
"No!"
You never spoke against him, so the sudden outburst had Sukuna's grip faltering, you shoved yourself off of him, looking more panicked than ever, not letting him worm his way into your logical thinking.
"Come back, you little…!"
You stumbled back, tripping over the same arm, trying to grab onto the freezer but it did nothing, crashing backwards with a thud.
Thankfully it only gave you a faint dizziness, scrambling up right after.
A tattooed arm wrapped around you, holding you tighter than before. He wouldn't let go now.
"You hit your head, my dear. It's bleeding. Maybe you shook your little brain back into place. I told you, we are forgetting about this and watching a fucking movie."
He dragged you back up the stair by your middle, not caring about you tripping over your own feet, not caring that you were looking at the melting limb on the ground and the image of pooling blood and peeling skin underneath a plastic sheen was the last thing engraved in your mind before the lights got switched off.
He sat you down, giving you a stern glare before disappearing into the bathroom to grab a first aid kit for your bleeding scalp.
The gash was above your bow, it still neatly wrapped into your hair, the thick red seeped into the middle of the ivory lace. Stained worse than before, just a few spots keeping the previous ivory color safe.
His fingers were gentle, parting your hair and cleaning the wound with stinging spirit. Your eyes blankly watched the subtitles flow as some old western movie played on the television.
You didn't dare look up, not wanting to see the cold glaze in his irises, knowing Sukuna wanted nothing but to take away your air and put you to sleep.
You weren't the one slumbering.
The only way you could end this nightmare was to snuff out the source.
It was past midnight, a large, full moon shining trough the tightly shut windows. Your bow hanging on by a few messy locks of hair, a bandaged wrapped around your skull with a red splotch on the back.
A knife, your favourite one to cut up fruit. The one with a pretty handle, engraved with both you and your sleeping husbands initials.
You stood over him, eyes almost bleary while watching Sukuna's peaceful expression. Like the day he asked for your hand, for the day he said he wanted to be yours. The day you bought a house together in the middle of nowhere.
If only you were strong enough, your breathing had turned shaky and bordering on gasping as your hand shook, unable to even process what you were about to do.
The last thing to give away your actions was a droplet, a salty and large teardrop rolling down your cheek and right on to Sukuna's lips.
His eyes shot open as if his senses were on high alert, an arm already reaching out to grab at you.
You didn't know what else to do besides listen to your mind- stumbling back and running as fast as you could.
Almost falling out of the bedroom after shoving the door open.
Sukuna didn't yell for you to get back. He was already chasing after you.
You couldn't hear a single thing, heart too loud in your ears- wanting to leap out of your mouth.
Glass shattered, sharp pain in your palms and legs while climbing trough the kitchen window.
Damp grass padding against your bare soles as you ran for the treeline, unable to breathe.
You don't know how far you ran.
Didn't know how long.
He caught up, he always did.
Why would such a silly girl like you think he had just let you go?
"My petal, where have you gone now? I can hear you."
It felt like he was right behind the tree you had hid, blunt nails digging into the handle of the knife you thankfully hadn't dropped.
You shut your eyes, holding your breath. But that was no use.
"My angel, come out."
Heavy footsteps approached, with no care stepping right past the thick bark of the tree.
A stab to the chest, your hands weak from fear but driven enough to push the blade right to his beating heart, ripping trough muscle.
Too shocked by your own action, the pain from the same type of sharpness slicing trough the side of your throat.
Maybe it was a bit romantic, the last time spent together, in each others arms, spluttering and struggling to breathe, buried in moss with a pale moon not even giving you the ability to see one another bleed out.
Sukuna had never kissed the top of your head as tenderly as right before his last breath.
"I love you."
Not like you could reply, blood filling your lungs and vocal chords sliced.
Already fading out together with the last beat of his heart.
The bow, the lacy thing no longer white, barely even recognizable by how much blood had been spilt.
Yoon's notes: hi guys sorry for the lame ass horror fic
Pairing: Tiger Hybrid!Sukuna x fem!Deer Hybrid!Reader
Word count: 2.6k
Context: Hybrid au, College au, Childhood best friends to lovers, diversion w/ herbivores and carnivores, fluff & Angst, yearning, forbidden love
Summary: Somehow, grumpy, difficult Sukuna becomes friends with you— a ray of sunshine back in kindergarten. From then on, you were inseparable. It takes him until the last year of high school to realize he’s in love with you. But the world is unkind, stomping the both of you until it causes the breakup. And yet, like a cruel joke, you both attended the same college. So naturally, you fall back into what you’ve always done best: being together. It’s fine. You’re friends… really! But after loving each other for so long—can you stay just friends?
November- 4th Year in High School
“I said– get down from there!” Sukuna hisses, his pink ears flattening against his head, red eyes tracing every one of your movements.
Rough bark scrapes against your palm as you climb a tree's trunk. You look down at Sukuna, his tail lashing back and forth anxiously. But the ripe apple just out of your reach is calling your name. It's blood red, looks juicy, and the sunlight hits it perfectly, making it look heavenly.
You have to have it.
Your head lolls away from him. “Calm down, Ryomen– It’s super close.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down– we picked a ton of apples, why the fuck do you need that one!” His hands cup the sides of his mouth, yelling on top of his lungs so the message can go through your head. But it doesn't.
The roll of your eyes makes him scoff in offense.
You reach out anyway– fingers extending to seize that apple.
It’s super close, it’s righttt there.
A push of your heels gives you enough boost for your fingers to curl around the fruit and pull it from the branch.
Snap!
“Aha!” One hand holds the apple, feeling its weight, while your smile widens with triumph.
“See?” A sudden ego boost blossoms within you, to prove Sukuna wrong. You take a step back on the sideways trunk, and his ears flick. “Told ya- it’s–”
The lean wood shifts against your weight.
Your foot slips– a simple misstep and you're falling.
And screaming– eyes squeeze shut and preparing for the pain of hitting the ground.
But you never do. Instead, you're caught by a strong set of arms catching you mid-fall.
A sharp exhale escapes you, and one eye blinks slowly.
“Tell me what–?” Sukuna tsks, leaning in at your face with an unsatisfied expression.
Your floppy ears droop in embarrassment, and you hide your face behind the apple you risk your life for. “You distracted me– I was fine!”
“You were not fine,” he grunts, his hold on you tightening. He adjusts your body on his arms, your weight nothing to him, before settling you on a tree stump.
“Was to.”
Sukuna’s crimson eyes flick back at you, making your mouth clamp closed.
His hand pushes the fabric of your long dress up, searching for any scratches. “Your parents would kill me if–”
“They know I’m safe with you.” You interrupt, copying his furrowed brows and frown.
He scoffs in response. His fingers slide down to your ankles, and he pauses there. “Do they?” His brow raises.
Sukuna’s hand continues to touch your skin, gentle and soft caressing despite being ridiculously, dangerously huge.
His Adam's apple bobs, before he smooths out your dress and rests his head on your lap. “Think they’ll accept me as your boyfriend if you return with a broken leg?”
Your parents loved him…. when you were only a friend to him.
He was just baby ‘kuna’ then. They found it cute how he would stand up for you, and help you whenever you tripped. Sure, he was a carnivore hybrid, but that didn’t matter….
Until he slowly became something more.
They saw it before neither of you ever did.
That look in his eyes. The way his stare softened and lingered on you and only you, even when surrounded by others, smiling at you so casually, like it wasn’t a rare occurrence with anyone but you. And how he allowed you to call him whatever nicknames you made for him because you couldn’t pronounce it correctly as children.
“Come on, kids,— scoot closer, smile, do something! This photo is for your last year of high school.” Your dad had groaned, and the two of you stood awkwardly. Then Sukuna’s feet shifted, and his arm wrapped around your waist.
Your waist. Not your shoulder like a pal.
No two fingers behind your head to make bunny ears until you figure it out, and punch Sukuna’s chest and call him annoying.
No protest and whining, none of that ‘oh my gosh, seriously dad!’
No.
He simply pulled you closer, fingers tapping against your shirt and staring and the camera at that wasn’t clicking.
Your dad's suspicions spiked about something that wasn’t even there yet.
But blossoming.
Sukuna cleared his throat, and finally, your dad took the picture.
Suddenly, your parents were too busy to drop you off at his house. “Sweetie, you’ve been there a lot, don’t you want to hang out with your other friends?”
It confused you. Spending time with your best friend never was an issue.
They would point out every herbivore hybrid that passed by to see if you were even finding them attractive.
“So…any boys? It’s your last year, a lot of them make their moves around this time.” Your mom hummed, her fingers drumming anxiously against the steering wheel.
And they sure did. Sukuna had asked you out for homecoming. As friends, of course.
Until the dance had finished and you both kissed.
But you couldn’t tell your mom that. She would scowl whenever you even talked about him or brought him up in any conversation. She barely tolerated him now. You truly wanted to tell her the way your heart bursted, how nervous and gentle it was, and talk about it like mother and daughter should.
But, you lied instead.
Because your mom had lost that trust long ago.
“Yeah…actually, this new kid in my class.” You smile and look at the front mirror, meeting her eyes.
“Oh really?” She looked relieved, like a burden lifted from her shoulder, making your heart hurt. Did she dislike the idea of Sukuna that much?
“Yeah, mom. He’s cute.”
The real question came, the one in her mind the entire time. “What type of hybrid is he?”
“Hah! A herbivore, mom, what else? Never been attracted to anything else.”
Lie after lie after lie.
Did you feel guilty?
Partly.
Sure, they were your parents, but you knew that if they knew what you and Sukuna were now, they wouldn’t be supportive.
After two months of talking about a fake crush nonstop, they finally were convinced that Sukuna is, and always was, your best friend.
And they allowed you to spend time with him.
What they didn’t have to know was that the supposed hang out at the mall with many friends, turned out to be a very romantic date in the forest.
With your now boyfriend.
The memory, and Sukuna's question about your parents accepting him as no longer your friend, makes you frown. “Maybe not.”
“Thought so.” He clicks his tongue. “Can already imagine the lecture.”
You smile in return, eyes dropping to his lips as he mocks your parents' voice. “Stay away from that disruptive boy! He’s bad news!” His shoulders loosen at your giggle.
“What were you thinking? If you'd been with some handsome, mannered buck instead, this would have never happened.” He tries to keep the same mocking tone, but it slips the moment the word buck leaves his mouth, a low rumble creeping into his voice.
Sukuna snarls and purses his lips as if the words tasted disgusting.
Your eyes soften and in an attempt to lift his mood, you copy his tone, “And I’ll cry and yell, ‘but daddy, I love him!’”
It’s the first time you've admitted out loud that you love him.
Love him romantically at least. You knew you loved him years ago.
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Children run out of the classroom, laughing and already swarming the playground.
A group gathers around, and a boy is discussing the rules of the game. “See! But that’s cheating, okay? You have to…”
The voice fades when you feel the presence of someone else. Your head turns all the way around, and you spot it– someone is lonely. A boy is crouching, holding a stick and tracing it on the sand beneath him.
Your first response is to invite him, of course. And that is exactly what you plan on doing.
“Where are you going?” Your sheep hybrid friend pulls your arm when you nudge away.
“He’s lonely.” You reply, looking back at the boy. “He can play with us!” A huge smile appears at the thought.
Your friend thinks otherwise.
Her head tilts, and her soft, white ears perk up in fear when she spots him. “No! My mommy said to stay away.” She whispers lowly.
A frown curls on your lips, and hesitation bubbles up. “Why?”
“He’s dangerous. Look,” Her hand points at his pink ears and long tail with stripes. “– a tiger.”
Your eyes squint like you're trying to make sense of the situation. “So?”
“He can hurt us!” She hisses like it’s the obvious answer.
But it still doesn't make sense to you. Your parents always taught you to be kind, despite being a herbivore or carnivore hybrid. “He won’t…I’m going,” and you pull free from her grip, walking to the lonely boy.
“Stop!” She whines, but stays put, looking nervously at the group chatting and now running around to play the game.
Sukuna huffs, drawing on the sand, oblivious that his future everything was behind him.
The others were afraid of him. He knew. The way they scrabbled when he passed by to grab crayons or a pencil from a cubby. Or when the teacher scolded him for carrying the scissors incorrectly, despite the others doing the same thing. It was fine, though. He didn't care.
He likes being alone. He didn't have to deal with annoying and endless talking. That is, until you entered his life.
“Hi!” A high-pitched voice suddenly squeals beside him.
Sukuna’s tail spikes up at the loud noise, making him stumble and fall back.
“Oh- sorry! I didn't want to scare you.” You scramble and reach your hand up to help him get up.
“Nothing scares me.” His eyes narrow when he gets a good look at you. Deer hybrid, delicate and weak, always tripping over your own feet. He scoffs, getting up by himself. “What do you want?”
When he fully stands up and dusts himself off, he realizes you're slightly taller than him. It makes his ears flatten against his head.
“Want to play with us?” Your smile is huge, short tail wagging in excitement.
“No.” Sukuna immediately answers. He’ll probably get called out on ‘playing too roughly’ with the others.
Your tail pauses for a moment before it wags again. “Okay! Can I draw with you?”
“Why?” He scoffs again, looking more confused than grumpy.
“Because I wanna.” There's a happy beam from you that makes his eyes squint.
A minute passes before he shrugs. “Kay.” As long as you're quiet and stay a few feet away, he doesn't see the issue.
He crouches down again and grabs his stick- before a shoulder bumps into his, invading his personal space, and immediately talking.
“Can I borrow the stick next– wait, what did you draw? Looks funny– wait, what’s your name, again?”
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The word ‘love’ makes his head lift from your lap. A soft purr comes from Sukuna, satisfied, his large hands lightly squeezing your thighs.
“Hm, you’ll be grounded for eternity, young lady.” He flicks your knee, in response, your leg flick and almost kicks his face. But he holds your foot.
“For what? Telling the truth?”
Sukuna chuckles, placing your foot back on the ground. “Suppose so.”
Your chest feels warm and tight. Instead of staring at him with goo-goo eyes, you look back at the apple in your hands and bring it to your face and bite into it.
It’s sweet, juicy, the juices running down your chin, and your tongue swipes over your bottom lip to lick it off.
Excited with your new discovery, your head turns to Sukuna to tell him about it, but no need to grab his attention, because he’s already looking at you, red eyes tracing your lips.
“It’s really good.” You mutter while chewing on chunks.
In contentment and enjoying the flavor, your feet sway back and forth and your short tail wagging happily.
“Hm, have some.” Your hand practically pushes the apple in his face, a huge smile plastered on your face.
Sukuna pushes it away from him. “Tch- no, it’s just an apple, they all taste the goddamn same.”
Your ears droop a little before perking up again.
“Promise– this one tastes different!”
He sighs, scratching the back of his neck like he has to do this and chooses to please his girlfriend.
He gives in and leans to take a bite of the apple with a loud crunch.
“Good?” Your tail wags faster.
Sukuna raises a brow, continuing to chew before swallowing. “Like I said, nothing special ‘bout it.”
“Take another bite.” You huff stubbornly.
“What, no—”
“Take. Another. Bite.”
He clenches his jaw, narrowing his eyes.
Fuck.
You had him so fucked up.
If this were any other girl, well, he would’ve refused and walked away.
But it's you, so instead of arguing he gives in.
Again.
Sukuna grumbles, lifting his head to take another bite. Except he doesn't. He pushes the fruit that he could give two shits about, out of his way and lunges at you instead.
His hand holds your jaw, and he takes his mouth on yours, tasting the lingering apple flavor on your lips. After a minute, he finally pulls away, leaving you dizzy.
“You're right– it’s sweeter.” Those rare, lazy smirks appear before he nudges your chin with his knuckle. Your cheeks flush, and you turn your head away from him.
“I didn't mean–that’s not what…” You're hazy from the kiss, too flustered to face him. But Sukuna finds it the perfect time to keep pushing.
“No? Mind giving me another taste,” Sukuna chuckles, trying to get a look at your turned away face.
“Ryo– stop it!” You squeal and swat his face.
“C’mon, thought you wanted to prove it was ‘the best apple you ever had.’”
…
You had him acting like a puppy on a leash.
That’s what dumb, fucking, idiotic puppy love does.
It twists your mind and heart, making you think that type of love will last.
But it doesn't.
It really doesn't.
Three years later
“Sukuna.” Your voice pulls him into the present. He blinks and looks over at you.
You’ve grown more confident in your skin.
College has changed both of you.
You were still friendly and kind, with floppy ears that exposed your every feeling.
“The homework for yesterday’s class.” Your hand reaches for his, fisting it open and stacking the papers there so he can feel the sheer weight of what he missed.
“Fuck, this is all from one day?” Sukuna huffs, looking at the thick stack. He had a lot of catching up to do.
“Come next time, maybe you wouldn’t have to do so much.” Your grin almost makes him grin back, but he lifts the stack of papers, dreading the work he’ll need to catch up on.
“Yeah, yeah.” He responds with an eye roll.
Your lips curl into a warm, soft smile. You’ve never changed.
“Kay, I’ll see you later to study?” You slowly start walking away from him, waving goodbye.
“Maybe, I have shit to do.” Sukuna shrugs as he watches your back face him, walking further away.
You’re happily strolling, probably heading to your next class of the day.
And out of the blue, a buck hybrid nearby wraps his arm around your waist and steals a kiss.
Your laugh rings in his ears, and your boyfriend follows, handing you a coffee as a surprise.
Sukuna exhales, shoving the papers into his backpack before moving.
Yeah.
You’re still you. Warm, compassionate, caring, and cheerful, as he’s always known you. Your heart just belonged to someone else.
…
“Hey.” Sukuna sighs, a lion hybrid helps him take off his backpack from his shoulders.
You’re no longer his. That’s fine.
And him?
His girlfriend kisses his cheek, talking about her day.
Yeah, no— he’s yours. Always will be.
A/N: Shoutout to Jeff Buckley, this whole series was inspired when I was listening to 'Lover You Should've come over' on repeat.
Apologies to those who read this before I re-read it the next morning, I didn't realize there was many mistakes
This will be a series! (Let’s go! second series XP) I’ll be working on this as well as my first work, “Catch a Tiger by its tail.”. This series will include, lots of yearning, flashbacks AND a happy ending.
Art credit: hunnismoker on insta
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