goes by she, it, female, thing, woman, (kitten by sukuna)
My main job is being a artist, so there will be posting of fan art for sukuna or buddha as well, check out my art blog New: @ravencat-art old: @ravencatart
I also study in demonology and do sorcery on the side nothing to crazy. I collect old items, crystals and oddities, i have many books on the craft, herbs, and sprits along with tarot cards. Also study other religions, currently studying buddhism.
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I am alive i am just living life and staying to myself lately.
With everything going on in So cal and crazy people leaving LA and coming to the city i live in. I work in in a liquor store which i get all the crazy people coming in sometimes. My husband had to go to the hospital this month because someone came in to steal bottles of liquor and attacked my husband with one of the bottles he broke, because its they cant have it no one can. He had to get three stiches but he fine now.
I still been writing and drawing but just been to lazy to post stuff. My brain has an issue with going back to write older stories since i keep wanting to make new wips and story au. So i going to write the entire story and post it at once, because i find that easier for my dumb brain to finish shit.
To all my friends i still you post your lovely stuff that i love to see. And i feel dumb because i been logged into my art account on my computer for a month and i sat here wondering why i didnt get tagged in stuff any more, i am back to the right channel now.
Sukunation! Beauty in the Beast is finally out now~ Play for free on itchio! 💕
Summary:
You were sent to exorcise a monster but found the boy you once knew — now twisted into something deadly and beautiful. Trapped in his temple, you’re forced to confront the pull between you: his cruelty, his power, the shadow of the bond you once shared.
Do you hate the beast he’s become, or are you drawn to his beauty despite the danger?
Ever think about trueform sukuna becoming a father unintentionally, and when he sees his child for the first time, he is taken aback by how normal it is? No extra appendages, not a single deformed bone in its body. Just a normal child, cradled by its loving, doting mother. Do you ever think about how relieved he would feel? Maybe envious? Do you ever think about how it could possibly make him rethink his whole identity? A curse couldn't possibly be capable of creating a child so normal and healthy.
Do you ever think he reminisces to his own mother when he sees you? Your face glowing with pride and happiness, the way his mother's never did. Would you have loved your child if it was burdened with a curse, the same as him? With the way he's seen you kiss the right side of his face, he thinks you would.
Do you ever think about how he'd feel when his child holds onto his massive index finger with its tiny hand? To think that such a small, fragile thing contains half of his blood in it. His genes. His features. How small. How helpless...
To think that something so innocent was birthed as a result of his seed. Do you think his soul would quiver? Change its shape? Could he give his child the love it needs from him?
I think he could...
It wouldn't be perfect. But there's no such thing as a perfect parent in this world.
Summary: sukuna comes home to see his room mate decorating the apartment with festive holiday decor. He just had enough of yuji avoiding his feelings, so he just had to show his room mate his own feelings.
*Curse in the Snow*
sukuna x reader
AU: true form sukuna, during sukunas rein
Contains: fluff, soft sukuna, frustrated sukuna, hot spring naked cuddles, warmth cuddles
Summary: you wanted to spend some time in the snow and sukuna joined you, then you showed him what a snow ball fight was.
*Present for the King*
sukuna x reader
Contains: fluff, cuddles, kissing, make out with sukuna, hand mouth kissing, confession of feelings,
Summary: knowing that the holiday always brings the friends together to hand out gifts, but there was one being that was stuck to watch everything. You decided to get him a christmas gift. Sukuna didn't expect someone to give him a gift wanting nothing in return.
Summary: Sukuna knows you never really been out to the snow before. He wants to do something special for you and plans a trip to a couples shrine during the snow and christmas time. It will be just the two of you to do whatever he had planed for seven days.
*Headcanons *
sukuna and presents
sukuna trying hot chocolate
The snow and festive holiday season, time to bring out the hot chocolate and cuddle in a blanket with your favorite character. This is my favorite time to drink hot things but i will still drink cold coffee. Likes and reblogs are appreciated. have a sweet winter lovlies.
Hello Lovelies i am still alive my hours at work are crazy right now for the holidays and the owners going on vacation. Life just getting in the way.
But it didnt stop me for making and continue writing my stories or drawing.
Following below are up coming story or thoughts for new stories
-Yakuzu husband: working on the last few parts on the last chapter, Its 10 chapters, just need to proof read
-Dreaming of me: ceo sukuna x fem rich reader
you and sukuna had broken up after a two year relationship and two years later you see him again then it starts bringing up old feelings.
-Ring of love: fighter curse sukuna x human fem reader
your takes you to see a fight of her favorite cursed fighter, you didnt care for fights but meeting sukuna in person brings you feelings, sukuna seeing you are not easily swayed by him he starts to take interest.
-club owner sukuna x club owner fem reader
sukuna getting upset he is losing customers to another club and goes to check out this club only to discover its ran by you and he gets star struck.
but ooo my brain be thinking of a moment where reader goes with them and pulls yuji to the side after their mission is done to have a nice dinner or a dance. And also thinking of pulling yuji to the side to bring out sukuns forcing him to dance with you or eat.
Summary: Sukuna Ryomen, a feared yakuza leader whose ruthless reputation is challenged when he meets y/n, a gentle café worker who serves tea near his headquarters. Their unlikely romance blossoms as y/n’s warmth begins to thaw Sukuna's cold exterior, leading to a passionate but tender relationship. When rival yakuza attack the café.
A/N: Hi Hi I'm kind of back. Here an old works but with a different character. Please give me some love ❤️ 🥹
Warning(s): Violence and gunfights, References to organized crime,Mild blood/injury, Romantic intimacy (explicit),References to physical scars, Themes of moral ambiguity,Mild language, Emotional intensity.
Word Count: 4,000
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Reblog’s and feedback are appreciated
Sukuna Ryomen was a force of nature—a man who had clawed his way to the top of the yakuza world with cold, calculating precision. His reputation was built on bloodshed, ruthless decisions, and a heart that no longer had room for anything but power. He was the kind of man whose name alone could silence a room, whose eyes could freeze anyone in their tracks. A leader without equal, feared by all, trusted by none. For Sukuna, emotions were weaknesses—things that only got in the way of his ascent.
That is, until he met her.
Her name was y/n, and from the moment she stepped into his world, everything began to change.
Y/n wasn’t like the other women Sukuna encountered. She wasn’t a hardened fighter or a cunning manipulator. In fact, she wasn’t like anyone he had ever known. She was sweet—“too” sweet, some might say. Her smile was like sunlight breaking through the storm clouds of his life. Y/n’s soft laughter filled rooms with an innocence that felt like a foreign language to him. She was gentle and kind, untainted by the darkness that had consumed everyone around him.
She worked at a small café near the yakuza offices, serving tea and pastries to the men who walked in and out of the building. Sukuna’s men would often stop by for a drink, but he never had any interest in the ordinary staff—until her laid eyes on you.
Her presence irritated him at first. Her overly cheerful disposition, the way she greeted him with that polite, unassuming smile whenever he visited. But over time, something began to shift. He found himself watching her from the corner of his eye, mesmerized by the way she moved, the way she spoke, and the unshakable warmth she carried in her gaze.
One evening, after a particularly grueling meeting with rival factions, Sukuna walked into the café, his eyes cold and tired. His men scattered in a hush as they noticed his presence, but you remained standing behind the counter, unaware of the tension in the room. Her eyes were bright as ever, focused on the task at hand, and for a brief moment, Sukuna was struck by the sheer “normalcy” of it. The contrast between his world of violence and her world of simplicity.
She caught his gaze as he approached the counter, and for a heartbeat, he felt something he couldn’t quite name.
“Good evening, Sukuna ,” you greeted him, her voice soft, unperturbed by the weight of his reputation. You didn’t even flinch when he slid into a chair, her smile as genuine as always. “The usual today?” You said with a smile.
Sukuna said nothing at first, merely watching her as she poured him tea with careful, delicate movements. The sight of her was so… out of place, so out of sync with everything he knew. He had never met anyone who wasn’t afraid of him, who treated him like a “person”, not a monster.
You placed the mug in front of him with a small bow, as your eyes linger for just a moment longer than necessary. “Is everything alright, Sukuna? You look like you could use a bit of rest.” Patting him on the shoulder. He tensed up from your touch.
Sukuna’s red eyes narrowed, a hint of irritation flickering beneath his usual impassive expression. “It’s none of your business,” he replied, his voice low and flat, but there was something in the way he said it—something softening, something… conflicted.
You didn’t back down. Instead, you just smiled again, your voice a little quieter this time. “It’s not my business, but if you’re tired, I’m happy to make you something special. You’ve been coming here for weeks, and I still don’t know what you like outside of tea.”
Sukuna said nothing for a long moment, his gaze lingering on her. Something inside him shifted—something that he had long buried, something fragile, almost like a memory of a life he’d never allowed himself to have. It was absurd. He shouldn’t care. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from you, not when she had become the only thing in his life that wasn’t tainted by blood or betrayal.
“I don’t need anything special,” he muttered, but the words felt hollow in his own ears.
You tense at his words, but instead of retreating, she leaned forward slightly, her gaze gentle. “You know, Sukuna, everyone needs something “special”sometimes. Even people like you.” Kissing him on the cheek.
Sukuna’s heart thudded loudly in his chest, and he didn’t know why it felt so different this time. He couldn’t understand it.
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Days turned into weeks, and Sukuna found himself visiting the café more frequently, though he never admitted to anyone why. You became a fixture in his life in a way that no one else had, her kindness an ever-present force in his otherwise dark existence. He watched as she interacted with his men, as they cracked jokes and spoke to her like she was just another face in the crowd, but Sukuna saw something more. He saw how they softened around her, how they were drawn to her warmth.
And, slowly, Sukuna began to realize something: the thing that scared him the most was the way he felt when you weren’t around.
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One rainy evening, after a particularly violent confrontation with a rival gang, Sukuna found himself standing outside the café, drenched in the cold, heavy downpour. He didn’t know why he was there. His men were cleaning up the mess, and he should’ve been heading back to the compound. But all he could think about was you.
He walked in, wet and disheveled, and you immediately looked up from behind the counter. The warmth in your eyes never wavered.
“Oh my good,” you said, rushing toward him with a small towel. “You’re soaked! Let me—”
Before you could finish, Sukuna pulled you close, his hands wrapping around your waist, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. The sudden motion startled you, but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you placed your hands gently on his chest, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“Sukuna…” she whispered, his name so soft on her lips.
It was then that everything that had been building inside him erupted. Without thinking, he lowered his head and kissed you—soft at first, tentative, as if he was testing the waters, afraid of what it might mean. But when you didn’t pull away, when you leaned into him with an almost desperate tenderness, he deepened the kiss, the world around them disappearing.
In that moment, he realized something terrifying: He was in love with you.
When you finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, Sukuna rested his forehead against yours, his voice gruff. “I can’t lose you, y/n. Not you. Not to anyone. If anything happens to you—if you’re ever hurt—there will be nothing left of this world. I will burn everything down for you.”
Your heart fluttered at the raw sincerity in his words, and for a moment, you didn’t know whether you should be frightened by the intensity of his feelings or comforted by the vulnerability he had just shown. But one thing was certain: Sukuna Ryomen, the monster everyone feared, was a lover on the inside.
And she was the reason why, he not longer cold- hearted.
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All of a sudden the quiet street suddenly erupted in chaos. Three black SUVs screeched to a halt outside the café, and men in dark suits poured out, their weapons glinting in the rain. The Ishida clan—Sukuna's oldest rivals—had tracked him here.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed as he recognized Ishida Kenji, the clan's second-in-command, emerging from the lead vehicle. "Ryomen!" Kenji called out, his voice cutting through the rain. "Your territory grab today crossed a line. We're here to settle this."
Through the café window, Sukuna could see you frozen behind the counter, your eyes wide with fear. His jaw clenched. Of all places, they had to bring their war here—to your sanctuary.
"You're making a mistake, Kenji," Sukuna's voice was deadly calm as he stepped away from the café entrance, drawing their attention away from the building. "Whatever grievance you have, we handle it elsewhere."
Kenji's laugh was sharp. "Since when does the great Sukuna Ryomen care about collateral damage?" His eyes flickered to the café, and his smile turned cruel. "Unless... ah, I see now. The rumors were true."
The first shot came without warning. Sukuna moved like lightning, drawing his own weapon as he rolled behind a parked car. The street erupted in gunfire, the sound of breaking glass and screaming civilians filling the air. Through the chaos, Sukuna's mind remained razor-sharp, focused on one thing: keeping the fight away from you.
He took down two of Kenji's men with precise shots, then used the cover of rain to move closer to their position. His movements were fluid, efficient—the product of years spent surviving situations exactly like this. But this time was different. This time, he wasn't just fighting for territory or respect. He was fighting for something more.
A bullet grazed his shoulder, and he responded by putting a round through the shooter's knee. The man went down screaming. Three more approached from his left, but before they could fire, Sukuna's own men—who had been trailing him—arrived on the scene, evening the odds.
Through the firefight, Sukuna caught glimpses of the café. His heart nearly stopped when he saw you helping elderly customers escape through the back door, your face determined despite your terror. Even now, you were thinking of others.
"You've gone soft, Ryomen!" Kenji shouted, emerging from behind his car with a shotgun. "Love makes men weak!"
Sukuna's response was a bullet that shattered Kenji's right shoulder, sending him sprawling. In three quick strides, Sukuna closed the distance between them, kicking away Kenji's weapon. He pressed his foot against the man's wounded shoulder, earning a howl of pain.
"You're wrong, Kenji," Sukuna's voice was ice. "Love doesn't make men weak. It gives them something worth fighting for." He leaned down, his expression murderous. "Remember that when you wake up in the hospital. And remember this: if you or anyone else ever brings violence near this place again, what I did to your men today will seem like mercy."
The fight ended as quickly as it began. As his men secured the area and called their cleanup crews, Sukuna rushed into the café. He found you in the back room, helping an elderly woman calm her breathing.
When you saw him, you didn't run. You didn't scream. Instead, you walked straight to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. "I was so worried," she whispered.
Sukuna held you tight, his heart racing not from the fight, but from the simple fact that you were still here, still holding him, even after seeing what he was capable of. "I told you," he said softly, "I will burn everything down for you."
You looked up at him, your eyes filled with something between fear and understanding. "I don't want you to burn anything down," you said. "I just want you to stay alive. Stay with me." As he kissed you all over your face.
In that moment, as the rain continued to fall outside and distant sirens wailed, Sukuna realized that perhaps he had been wrong all along. Emotions weren't weaknesses—they were power of a different kind. And you had given him the most powerful one of all.
"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, and for the first time in his life, he meant every word. Giving you a long deep passionate kiss.
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Later that night, after the chaos had settled and the cleanup crews had restored order to the street, Sukuna insisted on taking you home. To your small apartment was a few blocks from the café, a modest space that somehow felt just like you—warm, inviting, untouched by the darkness of his world.
"You should let me check that wound," you said softly, gesturing to where the bullet had grazed his shoulder. Your hands trembled slightly, but your voice was steady.
Sukuna wanted to refuse—he'd had far worse injuries—but the concern in your eyes made him relent. He sat on your couch while you retrieved a first aid kit. When you returned, you carefully helped him remove his jacket and shirt, her fingers ghosting over his skin.
You gasped softly at the sight of his other scars—testament to years of violent survival. But instead of recoiling, you traced them gently, your touch filling him with a warmth he'd never known. No one had ever touched him like this—like he was something precious rather than something dangerous.
"Does it hurt?" You whispered, carefully cleaning the graze on his tattooed shoulder.
"No," he replied, his voice rough with emotion. But he wasn't talking about the wound.
When you finished bandaging him, your eyes met his. The air between them crackled with unspoken words. Sukuna reached up, cupping your face in his calloused hands. Your skin was soft as silk against his battle-worn fingers.
“Y/n," he breathed your name like a prayer. "You should be terrified of me. After what you saw today..."
You leaned into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. "I've never been afraid of you, Sukuna. I see who you really are—not what the world has forced you to become."
Unable to resist any longer, he pulled you onto his lap, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You melted against him, your hands sliding up his bare tattooed chest to wrap around his neck. The kiss was different from your first—more desperate, more intense, filled with everything you two couldn't say.
When you finally broke apart, breathing heavily, Sukuna rested his forehead against yours. His hands trembled as they held yours, this beautiful, pure thing that had somehow found its way into his darkness.
"Stay with me tonight," you whispered, her fingers intertwining with his. "Just... stay."
Sukuna's heart thundered in his chest. He had shared countless nights with others, but this was different. This wasn't about passion or power or fleeting pleasure. This was about trust, about letting someone see past his carefully constructed walls.
He slowly pulls off your clothes you were wearing as he did with his. He slowly made way to your small bedroom.
That night, you two laid together in your small bed naked, your head resting on his chest, your bodies intertwined. He held you close, feeling your body heat, breathing in the sweet scent of your hair, feeling the gentle rise and fall of your bare chest against his. For the first time in his life, Sukuna felt at peace.
In the quiet darkness, you traced patterns on his skin, your touch both innocent and intimate. "I love you," you whispered, so softly he almost missed it.
The words hit him like a physical blow. In his world, love was a liability, a weakness to be exploited. But here, in this moment, with your warm weight against him and your heart beating in sync with his, he realized that love could also be strength.
"I love you too," he replied, the words foreign but right on his tongue. And in that moment, Sukuna Ryomen—the feared yakuza leader, the man who had built his empire on blood and steel—surrendered completely to the gentle soul who had awakened his heart.
You both fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, two worlds colliding and merging into something new. Outside, the rain continued to fall, washing away the day's violence, while inside, finding shelter in each other's embrace.
For the first time in his life, Sukuna's dreams weren't filled with blood and shadows. Instead, he dreamed of soft smiles and gentle touches, of a future he never thought he could have. And when morning came, he would wake to find it wasn't a dream at all— you were still there, real and warm beside him, living proof that even in the darkest of lives, love could bloom.
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Sukuna woke to unfamiliar warmth and the soft glow of dawn filtering through sheer curtains. For a moment, he tensed—years of survival instincts kicking in—until he felt you shift against him, your breath soft against his chest. The events of the previous night flooded back, and something in him softened.
You looked angelic in the morning light, your hair spilled across his chest, her face peaceful in sleep. One of your small hands rested over his heart, as if even in sleep you were trying to protect it. The sight of you stirred something profound in him—a feeling of tenderness he'd never known he was capable of.
Your eyes fluttered open slowly, and when you saw him watching you sleep, your lips curved into a sleepy smile that made his heart skip. "Good morning," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest.
"Morning," he replied, his voice rough with sleep. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine, making her shiver slightly.
You propped yourself up on an elbow to look at him properly, her hair cascading around them like a curtain as the blanket fell down revealing your bare chest. The morning light caught eyes, making them shine. "You stayed," you said softly, wondering in your voice.
"I'll always stay," he promised, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. The gesture was so tender, so unlike his usual self, that it surprised even him.
You leaned into his touch, then bent down to kiss him, slowly making your way on top of him. The kiss was soft at first, gentle with lingering sleep, but quickly deepened with growing passion. Your hands explored the planes of his chest while his tangled in your hair, pulling her closer.
Slowly grinding yourself on his hardened cock before pushing him inside you, making you throw your head back in pleasure. He finally grabbed your breast, twisting, and pulling at your hard nipples, as you let out a moan.
With heavy breathing, you rested your forehead against his as you continued to move your hips on his cock "I never want this morning to end," you admitted.
Sukuna rolled your gently so you was beneath him, protected within the cage of his arms. He looked down at her—this woman who had somehow managed to crack open his hardened heart—and felt overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings. As he starts, thrusting in and out of you to get to your high.
"Then let's stay here," he said, lowering his head to press soft kisses along her neck. You moaned like music to his ears. "The world can wait."
You spent the morning lost in gentle touches and tender kisses, learning each others bodies . Every sigh, every whispered word of love, every shared moment of intimacy felt like healing to Sukuna's battle-worn soul. You cummed together.
In his world of violence and power, gentleness had always been a foreign concept. But here, with you, he discovered that true strength could be found in the softest touches, the quietest moments, the most tender expressions of love.
Later, as you lay tangled in the sheets with his cum still inside you, you traced the tattoos on his chest while he played with your hair. The morning sun had climbed higher, but neither of you made any move to leave the peaceful sanctuary.
"What are you thinking about?" You asked, noticing his thoughtful expression.
Sukuna was quiet for a moment, considering. "About how different everything is with you," he finally answered. "How you make me want to be different."
You raised your head to look at him, your eyes serious. "I don't want you to be different. I just want you to be you—all of you, even the parts you think I shouldn't love."
Your words struck him deeply. In his world, love had always come with conditions, with expectations of change. But you loved him completely, darkness and all.
He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're dangerous," he murmured against your skin.
"Me?" You laughed softly. "I'm just a café worker."
"You're the most dangerous person I've ever met," he said seriously. "You make me vulnerable. You make me want things I never thought I could have."
You lifted your face to his, your eyes full of love. "Then have them," you whispered, before kissing him again.
In that moment, as the morning light painted your skin glowed and your hearts beat in sync, Sukuna realized that he had finally found something worth more than all the power in the world—he had found home.
And it was here, in your arms, that he would always return.
Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female)
Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut
Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol, hockey injuries. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 12 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear
MASTERLIST
You lie awake for hours. What happened between you and Sukuna during the private ice skating lesson? Didn't the whole thing in the hockey arena feel too romantic and too intimate for just fuckbuddies? Do friends with benefits really kiss each other like that?
You feel strangely smitten, almost shy, when you think about your evening with Sukuna. He was such a gentleman, making sure you didn't slip and fall on your ass, helping you exit the ice and make your way to the bench, where you could put on your shoes again. You left the arena, and Sukuna ruffled your hair and made a joking comment about how you had screeched when you set foot on the ice for the first time. And you playfully hit his biceps and told him to shut up. But your heart was racing, and your face felt too hot, and you are sure you giggled like some teenager with a big fat crush.
Sukuna walked you back to your dorm, and you teased each other the whole way. You asked Sukuna if he wanted to come in, and he agreed with his typical sexy smirk. You spent an hour in your bed, low groans and soft mewls and the rhythmical sound of your headboard banging against the wall filling your room.
And now, Sukuna is gone again, but your pillow still smells like him. And you stare at the ceiling, unable to get that kiss in the hockey arena out of your head. A kiss that felt too romantic, too tender.
You know your little private ice skating lesson wasn't a date, but why did it almost feel like one? If you are honest with yourself, the hour spent ice skating in Sukuna's arms felt nicer than any real date you had.
You wonder if Sukuna is lying awake, too? Does he ask himself the same questions you are asking yourself? You want to convince yourself he isn't aware of it. But there's a small voice in the back of your mind reminding you how good Sukuna is at analyzing things. You are sure he can see how close the two of you have become, too.
But does he care? Does he want more? Or is it just fun for him? You know Sukuna has that bad reputation that paints him as a fuckboy. But is he, though? The thing is that ever since the two of you started your little arrangement, Sukuna seems to only fuck one girl... and that girl is you. And then there are all those little things Yuuji says that sometimes sound like he is dropping hints about Sukuna possibly liking you as more than just a casual fuckbuddy.
"Oh shit."
You groan and pull your blanket over your face, hiding yourself even deeper in the comfort of your bed. The little hopeful spark and the butterflies in your stomach scare you. You know this feeling all too well, and you don't want it!
You told yourself you would get through college without the complications of romantic feelings. All love ever did was cause you heartbreak and pain. You swore off it after the disappointment that your ex-boyfriend was. You swore to yourself that you would just have fun when you go to college. Nothing serious. No relationship. No feelings. Just fun. And this fuckbuddies arrangement with Sukuna had seemed so perfect for what you wanted. But what now? What if you suddenly develop feelings for Sukuna?
You cannot let that happen. You have to fight it!
Get a fucking grip!
You see Sukuna the next day, and you manage to act normal around him, ignoring the fluttery feeling in your stomach when he smirks at you and lets his large hand slowly trail down your arm to steal your heavy stack of books out of your hands and carry it for you to your classic literature classroom. He makes a comment about you obviously being too weak to carry it on your own while giving you one of his devilish looks, and you roll your eyes and yank the books out of his arms even though Sukuna already carried them all the way to the classroom.
You agree to meet him for lunch, and by the time the two of you have finished your meals and bickered playfully over all kinds of things, you feel better. More in control again. You can do this. You can continue this fuckbuddies thing with Sukuna without making things awkward. Even if his boyish smirk and those pretty, maroon eyes and mouth-watering muscles make your pulse race. It's fine. Sukuna is your friend. Just that. Just a very hot guy-friend who fucks your brains out anytime you feel like it.
It's perfect the way it is. You wouldn't want to risk losing this.
Sukuna asks you to see him after hockey practice, and you spend an hour in his bed that evening, moaning into his pillow and laughing against his buff biceps afterward when he lies next to you and shows you a funny video on his phone.
You steal a drag from Sukuna's cigarette that he smokes by his window, and he grins at you and pulls you into a kiss with that sexy, teasing tongue flick at the end before he tells you to be a good girl and go home to study for your classic literature course so you can join him in the top-grades-getter-league.
It's Friday, and Nobara keeps bugging you about joining her for a night out at a popular club, claiming that you will get a bad case of FOMO if you don't come with her. You doubt her words, but you have to admit that maybe a girls' night with some dancing and some fancy drinks is exactly what you need to get your mind off a certain pink-haired hockey player, and so you laugh and tell her to help you pick an outfit.
Nobara was right about the club being amazing. You really have a lot of fun, sipping on some pastel-colored sweet cocktail and dancing and laughing with your dormmate, feeling as if this is the authentic college experience.
The club is a popular meeting spot for college students. You see so many familiar faces. And so, it should probably not come as a surprise when you see several hockey players. You try not to do it, but your gaze keeps wandering through the club, searching for one particular Tiger.
And you find him.
He is leaning casually against a pillar, laughing at something his brother is saying to him before Yuuji gets pulled onto the dancefloor by Todo. Sukuna stays where he is, lifting a bottle of some vodka mix drink to his lips and tilting his head back to gulp it down. His Adam's apple bops enticingly, making you involuntarily lick your lips.
You have stopped dancing, you realize. Too busy staring at Sukuna.
Damn, stop it!
You shake your head and laugh, grabbing Nobara's hand to spin her around, forcing yourself to get back into your little fun time with your friend. But even as you dance with her, your gaze keeps straying back to your fuckbuddy, who is still standing at the same spot.
Several hockey players gather around Sukuna, laughing, chatting, and drinking together. Tequila shots this time. It looks like the whole team is here tonight, maybe celebrating something. Sukuna hasn't spotted you yet, and you use that chance to let your eyes trail slowly over him.
He looks hot. He always does, of course. Tall, athletic, and handsome. The tight black t-shirt he is wearing shows off his well-defined muscles and sexy tattoos. The expression on his tattooed face is aloof and bored, making him probably look even more attractive to all the girls who are eyeing him. Sukuna is a challenge. The bad boy, who seems so hard to please. The tough guy who seems like he never smiles. But you have seen his smile and know how to get it out of him.
You are about to walk over to Sukuna to greet him, but you freeze up when you watch a pretty girl dance up to him, a seductive smile on her face. You feel your stomach clench anxiously. The girl gets on her tiptoes, a sugary smile on her beautiful face as she says something to Sukuna. Her hand sprawls over his pecs, her body leaning closer and closer to him.
But Sukuna shakes his head at her and plucks her hand off him with a cold sneer on his beautiful face. He points a long, tattooed finger at one of his teammates and steers the girl over to him.
And as fast as that strange feeling in your guts appeared, it is gone again, and instead, you catch yourself grinning from ear to ear.
And suddenly, that maroon gaze is on you. You draw in a sharp breath, staring back at Sukuna as the seconds tick by.
Sukuna's tattooed face lights up with a broad grin, and he pushes himself off the pillar he was leaning against. Your pulse is racing as you watch him walk over to you while Nobara is laughing. Sukuna stops in front of you, tall and sexy with that boyish smirk and looking so good in his tight black t-shirt and jeans.
"Hey, princess."
The words come out slightly slurred. You tilt your head to smile at him, noticing the somewhat unfocused look in his usually so sharp eyes. He is drunk, you realize. His grin turns into a lopsided smile, and somehow, it makes him look almost cute. Softer around the edges. He seemed so aloof a moment ago when he turned that girl down, but now he is all playful again when he reaches out to wrap his strong arms around your waist and pull you against him.
"Fuck, I'm glad you're here, too, princess. I was so fucking bored."
He jerks his chin at Nobara in a greeting, informing her with a smirk,
"I am stealing her for a while. Find someone else to dance with, Ginger. What about my brother? He is a good dancer. Get him before someone else does."
Nobara complains loudly, smacking Sukuna's biceps while telling him that hockey players suck in general and pink-haired ones in particular, but you can hear the smile in her voice, and she really half-walks, half-dances away from Sukuna and you, looking for another dance partner.
You chuckle softly as Sukuna pulls you to him, making you stumble into his firm body. You put your hands on Sukuna's abs to brace yourself, grinning up at him, your pulse fluttering at being so close to him. His body heat seeps through his shirt, and his firm abs move under your palms when he leans down to press a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek,
"Come on, dance with me so Todo and the brat get off my dick and stop pestering me about dancing with them."
Sukuna pulls you with him to the middle of the dancefloor, where the rest of the hockey players are. You don't even have time to complain or feel embarrassed about your dancing skills because Sukuna's strong arms are wrapped so firmly around you that you can't really make any move on your own anyway. And the drinks you had make you tipsy enough to just go with it and laugh loudly as Sukuna grinds against you.
You find yourself relaxing, just having fun with Sukuna and his teammates, dancing dirty with Sukuna while singing along to the songs, and smiling when Sukuna grins at you. You wrap your hands around Sukuna's neck, letting him sway you from side to side, or press his tall, muscular body tightly against yours to grind against you slowly.
It seems only natural that the two of you kiss. Sloppy, drunk kisses that make you chuckle against Sukuna's lips, feeling a lot more intoxicated than you truly are. It feels exhilarating to dance and make out with him here in the middle of the club.
Sukuna's hands are all over you, running up and down your back and groping your ass. He slips his hands into the back pockets of your jeans and pulls you even closer to him, and you let your nails trail over his short undercut, smiling when it elicits a low growl from the back of Sukuna's throat.
He trails hot, wet kisses over your chin to your neck, and your breath hitches. It's new to be like this with Sukuna in public, but you can't deny how exciting it feels to have him all over you. Drunk Sukuna is clingy, you realize. He doesn't let you move away even a step. His large hands immediately squeeze your ass, pulling you to him again while his lips trail kisses over your neck and his sexy low voice murmurs in your ear,
"Need you, baby."
Your heart skips a beat. You know Sukuna is just drunk, and it means nothing, but you can't help but feel a fluttery tingle in your belly and chest at his words. You smile and grab Sukuna's chin, pulling him into another kiss to shut him up before he can say anything else that will make you spin out of control and that he might regret in the morning.
You weakly try to decline when Sukuna whispers in your ear that he wants you to go home with him. But he won't let go of you, clings to you, and kisses you all sweetly before he looks at you with a cute little pout that looks hilarious on his tattooed face. His voice is a bit thicker than usual, tongue heavy from the alcohol, making you wonder how many shots he had.
"Don't leave me alone, princess. Who knows what kind of trouble I will get into without my personal lucky charm by my side."
He keeps grinning at you and bugging you until you agree to leave with him, even if it is just to put him into bed. You let Sukuna put a muscular arm around your shoulders while his other arm pulls his twin brother to his side, and the three of you make your way outside while you hastily type a message to Nobara, telling her you are leaving with the twins.
You laugh when Sukuna throws his car keys to his brother, even in his drunk state, not forgetting about the beef he has with Yuuji over his beloved car,
"You drive, brat, but if you get even the tiniest scratch into my car, I will punch that stupid smile off your face."
You sit in the backseat with Sukuna while Yuuji drives. Or, more like, you lie in the backseat because Sukuna is on you the moment the car starts. You spend the whole drive with Sukuna lying half on top of you, kissing you deeply, with those intense deep tongue kisses that make you moan into his mouth and knead his firm ass through his tight jeans.
"So greedy, huh, princess? Don't worry, I'll fuck you until you scream my name."
"Oh, shut up. You are drunk. I'll just tug you into bed and then leave."
"Don't you dare leave me alone. I had some drinks, yeah, but I am perfectly fine. I can still fuck you better than any other could."
He smirks at you with that challenging glint in his eyes, and your pussy throbs, your conviction wavering. Sukuna licks your neck slowly, teasingly, before he captures your lips in another deep kiss, successfully making you change your plans. Your hands slip under his shirt, caressing his hot, smooth skin, kneading his buff muscles, smiling when you hear him groan into the kiss.
You go with Sukuna to his room and watch him take off his clothes, heart pounding in your chest as he turns around and beckons you over, his sexy muscles and tattoos unashamedly on display for you, and his gorgeous thick cock already half hard, waiting for you to stroke him to full hardness so you can have fun with him.
Sukuna fucks you with sloppy, lazy strokes and those deep French kisses that make your pussy and your tummy flutter. You are gasping his name, wrapping your legs tightly around his narrow hips, mewling with every thrust, enjoying the drunk sex immensely. Sukuna fucks good, even when he had several drinks. The only thing that's different is that he is louder. And it's so sexy that it makes you clench around him, your eyes falling shut to bask in the sexy, loud moans falling from Sukuna's lips.
You really scream his name when you cum, and he moans yours when he follows you a few seconds later, hot thick cock throbbing inside you. Sukuna slumps on top of you afterward with a satisfied sigh, and you hum happily, caressing his neck and running your foot up and down his muscular calves and thighs.
You ask how late it is, but Sukuna doesn't answer.
"Sukuna?"
You push at Sukuna's broad shoulders only to hear a soft snore coming from him, realizing he fell asleep on top of you. You laugh and relax, letting a hand trail slowly up and down Sukuna's broad, muscular back, caressing him while he sleeps soundly on top of you.
Sukuna is heavy, but you let him sleep, grinning to yourself, feeling oddly happy, lying here under the hockey star. After a while, Sukuna rolls off you, mumbling softly in his sleep, but it's incoherent, and you can't make out any words. It makes you feel surprisingly soft for him.
You roll onto your side, too and press a soft kiss to Sukuna's tattooed shoulder, murmuring,
"Good night, Kuna. Sleep well."
You are about to get up to collect your clothes from Sukuna's bedroom floor to get dressed and then sneak out. But before you can get up, a large hand wraps around your arm, stopping you, pulling you back against Sukuna's warm, naked body.
"Stay."
Just a single word, mumbled in a hoarse, sleepy-sounding voice.
You tense up. Does Sukuna know what he is asking? He never before asked you to stay the night, and he also never stayed the whole night in your dorm. It feels like a line fuckbuddies shouldn't cross. On top of that, you don't think Sukuna is the type who lets someone sleep in his bed. You know he's already making a huge exception when it comes to you by taking you to his room and fucking you in his bed. Apparently, that's something Sukuna never did with his former hookups because he thought his room was none of their business. And now he wants you to sleep in his bed the whole night?
You know you are overthinking it, but you simply can't stop worrying that you are somehow taking advantage of Sukuna's drunk state. The sex wasn't the problem because your whole arrangement is based on having sex with each other. But this is something different. Sleeping in Sukuna's bed feels like a big fucking deal! If you sleep here, will he regret it in the morning? Will he be mad? You don't want to overstep a boundary.
"Sukuna..."
"Shhh, no talking. Just stay."
And as if he read your thoughts, he adds in that slightly slurred voice,
"I swear I won't regret it in the morning. Stay. I'll even make you breakfast."
You chuckle softly and close your mouth again, not trying to argue anymore, nor do you want to. You smile and snuggle back against Sukuna's tall, warm body, sighing when his strong arms tighten around you, and he buries his face in your neck, instantly starting to snore again, sounding so cute that it makes you grin from ear to ear. The bad boy star player all cuddly and tame.
Even after your night in Sukuna's bed and the morning after, when he made breakfast for you just like he promised, you tell yourself you can just stay friends with benefits with him.
Nobara tries to rile you up, teases you endlessly, and tries to get you to admit you have feelings for Sukuna. But you turn her down anytime, adamantly declaring you only want him as a friend. A friend who is very good in bed and who you can have sex with any time the two of you feel like it.
You think if you just say it often enough, it will be true. You will be able to convince yourself you have everything under control.
And then the accident happens.
You're in your usual spot in the stands, watching the hockey game, cheering and laughing. The mood in the arena is ecstatic because it looks like the Tigers overcame their loss two weeks ago.
You hold your breath in giddy anticipation as Sukuna steals the puck from a rival player and speeds across the ice, his gaze on the goal ahead. His playstyle is high-speed and brutal, as always. It's sexy to watch. Until two rival players throw themselves in Sukuna's way.
You gasp loudly as Sukuna crashes full speed into the two players. All three go down, slamming hard into the ice with a heavy thud and the loud clatter of their hockey sticks skittering across the ice.
You are on your feet before you even notice it, a hand pressed over your mouth, staring wide-eyed at the ice where Sukuna is lying in a pile with the players he crashed into. The whole arena is yelling in shock because their star player went down, but you only hear it as a far-away noise because the blood in your ears is rushing much too loudly as your heart races fearfully.
What is going on? Why is Sukuna not getting up? You see the other jersey with the Itadori name speeding towards the scene. Yuuji pulls one of the rival players off his brother while yelling something you can't hear. He instantly gets attacked by several other players, but Yuuji fights back angrily, punching them and pushing them away from Sukuna.
Sukuna, who is still lying facedown on the ice. He isn't moving. Panic threatens to drown you, and before you know what you're doing, you start running and pushing your way through the crowd. Nobara is yelling your name, but you don't stop to wait for her.
You feel sick to your stomach. Your heart is pounding fearfully in your chest as you stop in front of the plexiglass, pressing your hands against the cold glass. Your anxious breath fogs up the glass as you watch the whole team and the team medic rush to Sukuna, who is still knocked out.
Or worse.
Tears are gathering in your eyes, and you feel a sob finding its way out of your mouth.
Please let him be okay! Please let him be okay! I never even told him how much I like him!
That's when you see Sukuna make a slight movement, and you huff a shaky sigh of relief.
The team medic is saying something to him, and Sukuna nods softly. You press yourself anxiously against the plexiglass, watching as the doc carefully pulls Sukuna's helmet off.
Yuuji and Todo help lift Sukuna onto a stretcher under the anxious gazes of the whole arena, which is filled with fearful silence.
You are still pressed against the plexiglass, watching as they carry Sukuna off the ice. Sukuna's eyes meet your worried gaze as they carry him past you. He lifts his head slightly, looking at you with a dazed expression. A dreamy look crosses over his tattooed face, and to your surprise, he smiles at you even as his maroon eyes seem unfocused and caught in some daydream.
Sukuna smiles a dreamy little smile at you while his lips move. You can't hear what he says, but you think you can read his lips, and what they murmur is something like "angel".
You stare after him, stunned, even when the stretcher is already getting carried to the back of the arena, away from your gaze.
The game continues, but the Tigers are out of it. The shock of seeing their star player get knocked out seems to sit in their bones. The cheerful and excited mood in the arena has dimmed almost completely. You bite your nails nervously as you stand at the boards, watching the game but not really seeing anything, too lost in your thoughts and worrying about Sukuna.
He was so fast when he crashed into those two players, and he seemed so out of it when they carried him off the ice. You were relieved to see him conscious again, but the shock still makes a painful knot remain in your stomach.
You practically flee from the rink once the game is finally over. But you cannot even consider the idea of going back to your dorm. Nobara walks up to you, reaching out to pat your back.
"Hey, I'm sure he is alright. That thick head won't crack from a bit of ice."
You smile weakly at her, knowing this is her being nice and sympathetic, but you still tell her,
"I'll wait here. Maybe I can talk to Yuuji."
"Okay, you do that. Let me know if Kirby Boy is okay."
You loiter around the lobby, waiting impatiently for a sign of pink hair. When Yuuji finally walks toward you, you hurry over to him with a fearfully racing pulse.
"Is he okay?"
Yuuji smiles that sweet, reassuring sunshine smile at you and nods,
"Yeah. He scared me, too. But he just has a concussion."
"A concussion?"
You stare at Yuuji worriedly, but he laughs softly and rubs your arm,
"It's no big deal. I get one almost every season. Kuna will be fine, don't worry. He just needs to rest for a day, or our coach will kill him."
You huff, feeling like Yuuji is downplaying it, or maybe this is really the way the hockey guys are. But his reassurance makes you relax anyway.
Yuuji cocks his head,
"I'm heading to our dorm to get the car because they won't let Sukuna walk home. Do you want to come with me?"
You nod and quickly hurry after Sukuna's twin brother.
When you finally see Sukuna after his accident, you curse loudly.
He is sitting on an examination table in the first aid room in the back of the arena, in his sweatpants and Nikes and the black compression shirt he always wears under his hockey jersey. His pink hair is ruffled, and he still looks as dazed as when they carried him off the ice. A dark blue bruise is already forming around his right eye.
Your heart clenches at the sight, and you find yourself hurrying over to Sukuna and hugging him lightly before you can stop yourself.
"Oh god, are you okay?"
You pull away a bit to look at him with big, worried eyes while you caress his biceps gently, afraid to hurt him if you touch him more firmly. As if the big, broad hockey player is a fragile porcelain doll. But you can't think rationally at the moment. All you see is that Sukuna is injured, and it triggers something in you, making you feel all protective and worried over him. And scared. So scared to lose him.
But Sukuna laughs softly and smirks at you. It's a bit crooked and a bit slower than usual, but it manages to calm you down regardless. A large, tattooed hand comes up to rest on your back.
"I'm fine, princess."
But you see how Sukuna can't seem to focus his gaze on you and how he squints his eyes against the bright neon light in the small room. Even if Yuuji hadn't told you about Sukuna's concussion, you would have figured it out by now. He belongs in bed, in his dark room with the curtains closed and lots of rest.
Luckily, Yuuji is already by his brother's side, pulling him up.
"Come on, let's get you home."
You help Yuuji, the two of you taking Sukuna in your middle and leading him slowly to the car. He complains all the way about how he can walk on his own and that he doesn't want Yuuji to wreck his car. You roll your eyes, but at least Sukuna seems to be halfway okay if he can talk like that.
You sit with Sukuna in the back of the car again. Not making out this time, but instead holding his large hand in yours and watching him worriedly, checking if he is still okay.
Once you are in Sukuna's room, you help him take off his tight compression shirt and sweatpants before telling him to get into his bed. He is a good boy for once and does as you say, lying down and letting you pull his blanket over him.
Sukuna looks up at you with that same dazed smile he had in the arena when they carried him past you and he thought you were an angel. It's an expression that seems so foreign on his face that it instantly makes worry flare up in your chest again.
Your decision is made at that moment. You grab the hem of your sweater, pull it off, and slip out of your jeans, crawling into bed to join Sukuna under his blanket,
"I'm staying. I don't think you should be alone right now."
Sukuna laughs softly, but his muscular arm wraps around you immediately and pulls you against his side. You sigh and snuggle against Sukuna, placing a hand on his naked chest, feeling his warm skin and his heartbeat, which is strangely reassuring.
Sukuna's low voice sounds tired but nonetheless smug when he murmurs,
"You're really worried about me, huh, princess? That's so cute."
"You were knocked out. Of course, I am worried. If you had seen the expression on your face when they carried you off the ice, you would have been worried, too!"
"Shhh, it's okay, princess. I'm just teasing you."
Sukuna's large hand lands on yours, holding it in place right there on his chest, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as he adds in a low voice full of amusement,
"I should get injured more often. I quite like it when you get all scared for me and dote on me like that."
"Oh, stop it. You are such an idiot. And don't you dare get into trouble!"
But Sukuna just laughs that raspy low laugh as you add firmly,
"You should get some sleep now. The doc and your coach said you should rest."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it."
And Sukuna really drifts off to sleep just a few minutes later, his body and brain obviously exhausted and in dire need of rest. You, on the other hand, can't find sleep for a long time.
You lie awake in Sukuna's bed, your palm resting on his chest, fingers sprawled over his defined buff pecs, feeling his heartbeat and listening to his soft breathing. The earlier anxiety has left your body now that you know Sukuna will be okay. But something else is keeping your mind busy.
You fucked up. You have a big problem, you realize.
Because what Sukuna's little accident clearly showed you is that he means a lot more to you than you planned.
I AM SO WEAK FOR HIM!! 😭 Tipsy Sukuna made me smile so much while writing 😍 He is so clingy and cute. "Need you, baby." I would have MELTED!! Did you feel protective over injured Kuna, too? I wouldn't leave his side either 😭
Thank you so much for reading the new chapter! I am so glad that I finally had time to post it. I missed our fave hockey player so much.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.
In Chapter 09, we will see Reader accepting her feelings + there will be jealous!Reader and jealous!Sukuna. And we will finally also see Sukuna's POV ;)
