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Chapter 1: "The Third Wife"
You arrive at Sukuna's palace as his third wife—a political offering, nothing more. Unlike your predecessors, you don't arrive with expectations of love or power. You arrive with seeds for a dead garden and kindness for forgotten servants. In a palace built on fear, you plant hope. And the Emperor notices.
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The cherry blossoms had long since fallen.
Winter gripped the palace grounds in skeletal fingers, leaving behind bare branches and frozen earth. It was fitting, you thought, for a place like this—a palace ruled by a man they called a monster, a curse, a demon in human skin.
Ryomen Sukuna.
Your husband, as of three hours ago.
The wedding ceremony had been efficient. Cold. You'd been dressed in the finest silk—crimson and gold, colors that complemented the tattoos you'd glimpsed on his skin—and led through corridors that seemed to stretch endlessly. The few servants you'd passed had kept their eyes down, their footsteps hurried, as if lingering too long in these halls might invite catastrophe.
You didn't blame them.
You'd heard the stories. Everyone had. The Emperor who'd conquered lands with nothing but his cursed energy and ruthlessness. The man who'd taken a first wife and cast her aside when her jealousy became tiresome. A second wife who'd lasted even less time—too vapid, too eager to please, ultimately too boring to keep his interest.
Now there was you.
The third wife.
A treaty offering from your father's province, a political band-aid for a conflict your family couldn't hope to win. You'd accepted your fate with the same quiet grace you'd accepted everything else in life—with steady hands and a calm heart, even when your mother had wept.
"Someone will show you to your chambers," the officiant had said after the ceremony, and then you'd been alone.
Not entirely alone, you supposed. Somewhere in this sprawling palace, Sukuna's concubines resided. You'd seen a few during the ceremony—beautiful women dripping in jewels, their eyes sharp as they assessed the new wife. You'd met their gazes evenly, offering a small nod of acknowledgment.
You weren't here to make enemies. You weren't naive enough to think you could make friends either.
The shoji door slid open, and two young women entered—both looking no older than yourself. They bowed in perfect unison, their movements practiced but stiff with nervousness.
"Empress," the first one said, her voice barely above a whisper. She had gentle brown eyes and her hands trembled slightly. "I am Danielle. This is Haerin. We've been assigned to attend to you."
The second girl—Haerin—kept her eyes downcast, her posture rigid with fear. She was as pretty as Danielle, with delicate features and long lashes, but she looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.
"Thank you, Danielle. Haerin." You kept your voice soft, gentle, and watched as both girls' eyes widened in surprise. "I appreciate your help. This palace is... quite large. I'm afraid I'll get lost without guidance."
Danielle blinked rapidly, as if kindness was unexpected. Perhaps it was, in a place like this. "Y-yes, Empress. Your chambers have been prepared. If you'll follow us?"
They led you through more corridors, these ones slightly warmer, touched by braziers that cast dancing shadows on the walls. You noticed how they walked—Hana slightly ahead, Haerin trailing behind, both of them glancing nervously at closed doors as if expecting something terrible to emerge.
Your chambers, when you finally reached them, were surprisingly beautiful—spacious, with painted screens depicting cranes in flight, and a small garden visible through the windows.
A dead garden, you noted. Winter-killed and abandoned.
"Will there be anything else, Empress?" Danielle asked, while Haerin began arranging your few belongings with quick, efficient movements.
You turned to them both, offering a small smile. "Please, when we're alone, you can call me by my name if you'd like. And yes—do you know if there are gardening tools available? Seeds, perhaps?"
Both girls froze. Haerin's hands stilled on the silk robe she'd been folding.
"G-gardening tools, my lady?" Danielle stammered.
"The garden outside." You gestured to the window. "It seems a shame to leave it barren. I'd like to plant winter camellias. And perhaps some early plum blossoms, if the soil can support them."
Haerin finally spoke, her voice soft and uncertain. "But my lady... it's winter. Nothing will grow until—"
"Spring," you finished gently. "I know. But seeds need time to root, even in the cold. And hope needs something to tend to."
The two girls exchanged glances, something unspoken passing between them. Then Danielle straightened her shoulders. "I... I'll inquire about the tools, my lady. We should have such things in storage."
"Thank you, Danielle." You looked at Haerin, who was still staring at you with wide, uncertain eyes. "And Haerin, if you're not too busy tomorrow, would you help me plan the garden layout? I'd appreciate another perspective."
The girl's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "M-me, my lady?"
"Yes, you. I imagine you know this palace better than I do. You'd know where the sun hits, where the shadows fall."
A faint blush colored Haerin's cheeks. "I... yes, my lady. I would be honored."
You didn't see Sukuna for three days.
It didn't surprise you. Political marriages rarely involved actual interaction, and you imagined an emperor had better things to do than visit a wife he'd been forced to take.
So you kept yourself occupied.
The garden became your first project. You worked alongside Danielle and Harin—much to their shock—kneeling in the cold earth with your sleeves tied back, planting camellia seeds with careful hands.
"My lady, please," Danielle had protested on the first day, looking genuinely distressed. "This isn't proper. If the Emperor sees—"
"Then he sees," you'd said simply, patting soil over a seed. "My mother always said that anything worth having is worth working for. Besides, I like the feel of earth under my fingernails. It reminds me that I'm alive."
Haerin had knelt beside you then, hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence. "My grandmother used to garden," she'd said softly. "Before she passed. She said that plants were like people—they needed patience and care to thrive."
"Your grandmother sounds wise," you'd replied, and the smile Haerin gave you was like sunlight breaking through clouds.
Word spread quickly through the palace. The new empress, kneeling in the dirt like a common servant. The new empress, who spoke gently to her attendants and worked alongside them. The new empress, who didn't demand or throw tantrums or weep dramatically like the others.
You pretended not to notice the whispers, but you noticed how Danielle and Haerin began to relax around you. How Danielle started humming while she worked. How Haerin laughed—actually laughed—when you made a joke about your dirt-stained hands.
On the fourth day, you encountered your first concubine.
She was beautiful—of course she was—with long dark hair and sharp, calculating eyes. She found you in the garden again, wrapped in a thick cloak against the winter wind, sketching plans for a stone path while Danielle and Haerinarranged tools nearby.
"So you're the new one," she said without preamble.
You looked up, setting down your charcoal. Danielle and Haerin immediately tensed, bowing low. You gestured for them to rise. "I am. And you're...?"
"Ningning." She tilted her head, studying you like a cat studies a mouse. Her gaze flickered to your attendants dismissively before returning to you. "I've been here two years. Longer than either of your predecessors."
"Then you must be very special," you said simply, without irony.
That seemed to throw her. Her eyes narrowed. "You're not what I expected."
"I'm sorry to disappoint."
"I didn't say I was disappointed." She crouched down, her fine robes pooling around her, seemingly unconcerned about the dirt. "The first wife was a shrew. The second was a fool. What are you?"
You considered the question, then smiled. "A gardener, apparently."
Despite herself, Ningning laughed. It was a surprised sound, quickly stifled. "You're planting flowers in winter. That makes you a fool too."
"Perhaps," you agreed. "But even fools can hope for spring."
She studied you for another long moment, then stood. "He'll break you," she said, not unkindly. "Sukuna breaks everything eventually. It's his nature."
"Maybe," you said softly. "Or maybe some things are strong enough to bend instead of break."
Ningning left without another word, but you thought you saw something like respect in her eyes.
After she was gone, Haerin leaned closer to you. "My lady... you weren't afraid of her."
"Should I have been?"
"The second empress was," Danielle said quietly. "She used to cry after the concubines visited. Said they were cruel to her."
You looked at both girls thoughtfully. "Did you know the second empress well?"
They exchanged glances. "We didn't serve her," Haerin admitted. "We worked in the kitchens usually. But we heard things."
"She screamed at the servants," Danielle added, her voice barely a whisper. "Threw things when she was angry. We were... surprised when we were assigned to you. We thought..."
"You thought I'd be the same," you finished gently.
Both girls looked down, ashamed.
"It's alright," you said, reaching out to squeeze Danielle's hand briefly. "You can't be blamed for expecting the worst. But I promise you both—I'm not here to make anyone's life harder. We're all just trying to survive in our own ways."
Haerin's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Thank you, my lady," she whispered.
You met Sukuna on the fifth night.
You'd been preparing for bed, braiding your hair by candlelight, when the door opened without warning. Danielle and Haerin had left for the evening—you'd insisted they rest, that you could manage alone—so when his massive frame filled the doorway, you were alone.
Completely alone.
With the man they called a monster.
He was... larger than you'd expected. Taller. The tattoos you'd glimpsed during the ceremony covered more of his skin—intricate patterns that seemed to move in the flickering light. His eyes, all four of them, fixed on you with an intensity that would have made lesser women tremble.
You set down your brush and stood, bowing respectfully. "Emperor."
"Sukuna," he corrected, his voice like gravel and silk. "You're my wife. Use my name."
"Sukuna," you repeated softly.
He moved into the room with predatory grace, and you noticed he was studying you the same way Ningning had—like he was trying to solve a puzzle. His eyes traveled from your simple sleeping robe to your bare feet, to the loose braid draped over your shoulder.
"You're not afraid," he observed.
"Should I be?"
"Most people are."
You met his gaze steadily. "Most people haven't been raised by a father who negotiated with warlords since childhood. I learned early that fear is only useful if it keeps you alive. Otherwise, it's just... exhausting."
Something flickered in his expression. Amusement? Curiosity?
He moved closer, and you caught his scent—sandalwood and something darker, like smoke and steel. He reached out, and you held perfectly still as he caught your braid between his fingers, testing its weight.
"You've been gardening," he said.
Not a question. A statement.
"Yes."
"In winter."
"Yes."
"Why?"
You considered how to answer. Honesty, you decided, was probably safest with a man who could smell lies. "Because the garden was dead, and I don't like looking at dead things. Because even in winter, there's potential for growth—you just have to be patient enough to wait for it. And because..." you paused, then continued softly, "because I needed something beautiful to tend to."
His eyes—all of them—focused on you with unnerving intensity. "You think you can make something beautiful here? In my palace?"
"I think," you said carefully, "that beauty exists everywhere, if you're willing to look for it. Even in unlikely places."
For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled—a sharp, dangerous thing that should have terrified you.
It didn't.
"The others tried to change me," he said, releasing your braid. "The first wife wept and begged me to send away my concubines. The second tried to seduce me into compliance, thinking her body was enough to hold my attention."
"I have no intention of changing you," you replied. "You are who you are. An emperor. A force of nature. I'd have better luck trying to convince winter to become spring ahead of schedule."
"And yet you plant flowers."
"I plant flowers," you agreed, "because that's who I am. Not to change the winter, but to be ready when spring comes on its own."
He stared at you for so long you wondered if you'd said something wrong. Then he turned and walked to the door.
"The servants say you work alongside them," he said without looking back. "That you learn their names and ask about their families."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because they're people," you said simply. "And people deserve to be seen."
He paused in the doorway, his massive frame silhouetted against the corridor light. "You're strange."
"I've been told that before."
"I haven't decided yet," he said, "if you're wise or foolish."
"Perhaps I'm both," you offered. "Most interesting people are."
You could have sworn you heard him laugh—a low, rumbling sound—before he disappeared into the darkness.
Sleep came surprisingly easily that night.
The next morning, you found something waiting in your garden.
A single winter camellia, already in bloom, planted in the center of the space you'd been preparing. Its petals were the palest pink, almost white, delicate against the frozen earth.
Impossible. Camellias from seed took years to bloom.
But there it was.
Danielle and Haerin found you staring at it, your fingers pressed to your lips.
"The Emperor's work," Danielle whispered, her eyes wide. "His cursed energy can manipulate growth. Force life from death." She hesitated. "He's never used it for flowers before. Only for... other purposes."
Haerin clutched your arm gently. "My lady... what does it mean?"
You knelt beside the camellia, touching its petals with reverent fingers. They were real. Alive. Beautiful.
"Even monsters," you whispered, "can create something gentle."
Behind you, your two attendants exchanged hopeful glances.
And high above, unseen and unheard, Sukuna watched from a window.
He told himself it was a whim. A momentary curiosity about the strange woman who'd invaded his palace with her quiet voice and dirt-stained hands.
He told himself it meant nothing.
He was a liar.
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the day Sukuna realized he needs to marry you.
Ryomen Sukuna was having the kind of day that made him want to commit a felony.
Work had been an absolute, unmitigated disaster. His clients were being brain-dead idiots, his emails had been piling up since 6:00 AM, and his boss had the audacity to drop a massive, last-minute project on his desk right as he was packing up to leave. By the time he finally unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, his jaw was clenched so tight his teeth ached. He was exhausted, he was pissed off, and he was fully prepared to pour himself a massive glass of whiskey and not speak to a single soul for the rest of the night.
He pushed the door open, dropping his keys into the bowl by the entrance with a loud, aggressive clatter. He shrugged off his suit jacket, loosening his tie with a harsh yank.
“I’m home,” he called out, his voice a low, gravelly grumble.
He expected you to be in the kitchen, or maybe curled up on the couch watching some trashy reality TV show. He expected you to ask him how his day was, which would inevitably lead to him ranting for twenty minutes straight.
Instead, there was silence.
Sukuna frowned, his bad mood spiking just a fraction. He walked down the hallway and stepped into the living room.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, hunched over the coffee table. The entire surface was completely covered in hundreds of microscopic, brightly colored plastic bricks. You were wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, your hair tied up in a messy bun that was slowly falling apart.
But the best part? The absolute most ridiculous, endearing part?
You were squinting so hard your nose was scrunched up, and the very tip of your tongue was poking out of the corner of your mouth in pure, unadulterated concentration. Your fingers, which were currently trying to snap a tiny, translucent green piece onto a microscopic brown cylinder, were trembling slightly from the effort.
You hadn’t even heard him come in. You were entirely, completely consumed by your task.
Sukuna stood there in the doorway, his suit jacket dangling from his fingers. He didn’t say a word. He just watched you.
You were a serial hobbyist. Every month, it was something new. Knitting, painting by numbers, making weird little clay frogs that currently haunted his nightstand. He usually just rolled his eyes, funded your little hyper-fixations, and let you do your thing.
But this? This tiny, intricate Lego flower shop you had apparently bought today? It had you in a chokehold.
Snap.
The tiny green piece finally clicked into place.
You let out a massive, dramatic gasp of victory, throwing your hands up in the air like you had just won the Super Bowl. “Yes! Take that, you stupid little plastic bitch!”
Sukuna let out a sudden, loud snort.
You jumped, spinning around so fast you nearly knocked over a pile of pink bricks. When you saw him standing there, your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. The sheer, radiant joy on your face was blinding.
“Babe!” you squealed, scrambling up onto your knees. You carefully scooped up the tiny, completed structure in your hands and held it out toward him like it was the Holy Grail. “Baby, look! Look what I did!”
Sukuna slowly walked over, dropping his jacket onto the sofa. He looked down at your hands.
It was a tiny, incredibly detailed Lego flower shop. And sitting right in front of it was a single, slightly lopsided plastic rose that you had clearly customized.
“I made you this one,” you beamed, your chest puffing out with pride. You were practically vibrating with excitement. “It’s for your desk at work! Because you said your office is depressing! Do you like it?!”
Sukuna stared at the tiny plastic flower. Then, he looked at you.
You had a faint smudge of left over dinner on your cheek. Your oversized shirt was slipping off one shoulder. You were looking up at him with such pure, unfiltered adoration and excitement over a piece of plastic that it actually knocked the breath out of his lungs.
And just like that, it happened.
The stress of the last fourteen hours? Gone. The anger at his clients? Evaporated. The tension in his shoulders, the pounding headache behind his eyes, the overwhelming urge to burn his office building to the ground? It all just melted away, completely washed out by the sheer force of your ridiculous, beaming smile.
He didn’t just love you. That wasn’t a strong enough word anymore.
He looked at you, sitting on the floor surrounded by plastic bricks, offering him a fake flower to make his bad day better, and a single, crystal-clear thought rang through his head like a bell.
I need to marry this girl.
Not ‘I want to.’ Not ‘someday.’ Need. He needed to marry your crazy ass. He needed to lock this down permanently, because if he had to go through the rest of his miserable, stressful life without coming home to you poking your tongue out over a Lego set, he was going to lose his fucking mind.
“Sukuna?” you blinked, your smile faltering just a little when he didn’t immediately respond. You lowered your hands slightly. “Do you… not like it? I know it’s kind of dumb, but—”
“Shut up,” he breathed, his voice thick.
Before you could even process the command, he dropped to his knees right in front of you, completely ignoring the fact that he was crushing at least ten Lego pieces under his expensive suit pants.
He reached out, his large hands gently cupping your face. He didn’t even look at the flower shop. His red eyes were locked entirely on yours, burning with an intensity that made your heart stutter in your chest.
“Babe?” you whispered, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was. “Are you okay? Was work bad?”
“Work was a fucking nightmare,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. “But I don’t care anymore.”
“You don’t?”
“No.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. He let out a long, shaky exhale, the last of his stress leaving his body. “I love it, baby. It’s perfect. I’m putting it right in the middle of my desk.”
Your smile instantly returned, brighter than before. “Really?!”
“Really,” he chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating against your skin. He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a slow, desperate kiss. It wasn’t heated or rough; it was incredibly soft, filled with a kind of overwhelming reverence that made your toes curl.
When he finally pulled back, he kept his face inches from yours. He looked down at your lips, then back up to your eyes.
“I’m gonna marry you,” he said.
It wasn’t a proposal. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of absolute, undeniable fact. He said it casually, like he was commenting on the weather, but the weight behind his words was heavy enough to anchor a ship.
Your brain short-circuited. You sat there, frozen, the tiny Lego flower shop still clutched in your hands. “What?”
“You heard me,” he smirked, his usual arrogant confidence bleeding back into his tone. He leaned in and pressed a loud, wet kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the sensitive skin just below your ear. “I’m gonna marry your crazy ass. Put a ring on your finger so big you won’t be able to lift your hand to build these stupid little toys.”
“They’re not stupid!” you squawked, your face flushing bright red as his words finally registered. “And you can’t just drop that on me while I’m holding a Lego!”
“I just did,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest, completely ruining your posture. He buried his face in your neck.
You let out a breathless, watery laugh, carefully setting the flower shop down on the table before wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You ran your fingers through his pink hair, feeling the last of the tension bleed out of his muscles.
“Okay,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay, Ryomen.”
“Good,” he mumbled against your skin. He shifted slightly, his knee crunching against a pile of plastic. He winced. “Now, help me up. I think a fucking Lego is embedded in my kneecap.”
“I told you to take your work pants off first!”
“Just kiss me again and shut up.”
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art creds to kyarrcha
warnings : fluff, angst, suggestive(idk if it’s smut lmk) bare with me im still learning writing a good plot and story planning so lol, might be some writing mistakes, submissive/sensitive sukuna, probably stereotypical ceo x worker moments + some smau moments, also cursing and disrespectful behavior towards y/n, your mid 30s and he’s late 30s early 40s, your the mom to megumi (kinda taking place or mamaguro, broke baby daddy toji
you type away at your computer inside your cramped cubicle. the building and their jerk off ceo never made the effort to fix the issue of spacing. not that you mind, your in between two of the hottest co-workers you’ve probably ever seen at a office job, and you’ve worked, a lot.
anyways, you were called to sukunas office for whatever reason. but of course since you don’t wanna lose another job you stand up brush your skirt off and walk over to his glass doors that are covered. who’s stupid ass came up with-
“come in.”
somehow his voice boomed from outside his door, despite the doors being closed. you walk inside and stand next to the door and shut it. “sit.” you roll your eyes at his commands but comply anyways.
he clears his throat and presses a button on his keyboard and look up at you. “problem?” you shake your head. “speak up.” “no sir.” he nods once and lean in and slides you a folder. “i need this done for tonight, bring it to me before your night ends. kay?” he speaks like your stupid or something. “yes.” “what?” the entitlement on his guy is insane. “yes sir.” you nod.
you notice a small smile tug on the corner of his lips and he looks back at his computer so you stand and walk out. “wait.” he peaks from behind his computer though it’s not covering much. his muscles are about to bust out of that suit. every pec, each bicep structured perfectly you swear you can see veins—
“hello? you can’t hear now?”
you jump. “sorry sir, i uh—“ “listen to me” you nod “you have a kid?” your brows furrow. I mean you do, but you never mentioned it.. “uhm, yes sir.” you clutch the folder. “how old?” “6 sir.” he hums and opens a drawer then grunts as a sign for you to come back. of course, again you comply.
“buy something your son would like, and bring the same for me.” you tilt your head. “do you really want to ask your boss a question, just take it.” you nod and take the money. “uhm, this is 2 hundreds sir.” “i can count.” he’s not even looking at you. “isn’t that—“ “please go.” you sigh and walk out and stuff the money in your pocket.
behind you the door shuts and you sit back at your desk.
what the hell.
in short order you leave the building taking your break, which you haven’t taken at all since you’ve been here because your normally trying to finish a weeks worth of work in a day.
you buy four boxes of your sons favorite mac and cheese brand, but you decided to buy yourself a dollar pizza since he gave you extra. you walk back with the bag and knock on his door again.
“it’s open.”
his voice still gives you shivers. you walk inside and smile and put the bag on his desk, two boxes of mac and cheese. “mac and cheese?” you nod. “trust me, kids love the most simplistic things. if you have one that is.” he shakes his head and observes the box. “and it’s good?” “healthy? hell n- sorry I mean, definitely not but uh, it’s tasty” you smile warmly. “oh and here!” you give him the money but he puts his hand up “keep it.” huh? “why do you look confused, i have millions more where that came from, keep it.” “uh, thank you?”
he nods and types. “can I ask—“ “no, I don’t have a kid.” oh, thank goodness. you nod “sorry..” he shrugs and with that you leave.
couple hours later at 8:35pm, near the end of your shift
you get a notification from your desktop ‘come.’ you scoff “no please?” your soul almost leaves your body when you get up and see sukuna standing right in front of you. “fuck!” you clutch you chest, thank everything the office is empty. “i sent you that 20 minutes ago.” “excuse me?” “i said—“ you interrupt him. “oh no, i heard you I don’t think you understand me you give me 20 papers of work to finish by 9pm, sorry im doing my job—“ you stop talking when you realize your talking to your boss and not a co-worker. shit.
“don’t stop, keep going” if it wasn’t dark you’d swear he’s smirking down at you. “n-nothing.” you pathetically stutter. he grunts “come.” you follow behind him like a sad puppy. im so getting fired “i have a 6 year old kid in my apartment and i don’t know how to take care of him.” your eyes shoot up. “what?” your face twists and your head bucks to the side. “he’s my nephew, and his dad.. isn’t here.” you nod. “so, is that why you asked me to—“ “don’t ask stupid questions.” you nod and stop talking.
“I need..” he clears his throat but still mumbles “help” “excuse me?” you have a straight face but your totally loving the fact that your attractive strict boss is asking you out of everyone for help. “I said I need help you deaf or something.” you roll your eyes. “I can help with that, maybe we can arrange a play date?” “a date?” you pinch your nose bridge. “you seriously don’t know what a playdate is?” he looks out the window then back at you, with a sigh you explain and then you both plan a meeting outside of work.
“are you sure me going to your house is okay?” he nods. “yes ma’am.” your almost caught off guard. “my nephew loves everyone but me so, it’s fine.” you nod “my son hates everyone so” you chuckle and cover your mouth. he stares at you, almost lost. “im gonna, go clock out now ill see you soon” he grunts and sits down at his chair. “see you.”
two days later, on saturday
you get to the apartment and look around when a little pink hair kid marching sukuna’s ryomens runs to you and your son, megumi. “hiii!!” his voice is similar to sukunas, just louder and filled with excitement. your son looks terrified of the energy, you chuckle “it’s okay baby” you kiss the top of his head “he’s nice, you guys are gonna hang out!”
sukuna walks over. “hey.” he’s not in his nod attire, and neither are you.
your wearing medium-washed mom jeans, and a low cut white long sleeve. he’s wearing, gray sweatpants and a black compression shirt he looks totally different than how he does at work. again, his muscles look so— “your staring.. again.” you jump at the bass in his voice “oh my gosh im so sorry” you rub the tiredness out of your eyes.
“tired?” you nod. “the babysitter led them upstairs there is a bar, really good whiskey?” “yes, please.”
after a couple of drinks both of you are talking non-stop about how toddlers don’t clean their shit up and hate their care takers.
you giggle and put your hand on his arm. “yes! but when my son goes to his dads he—“ “your sons dad isn’t in his life?” you scoff. “doesn’t even pay child support, asks me for fucking money when he knows I hardly have it myself.” you slur and sip your whiskey.
Sukuna tilts his head at you slowly, for someone who’s drunk he’s .. very attentive. he slowly takes the cup from you and gets a water. “sober up, you shouldn’t drive I’ll set up a guest room for you and megumi.” you hum and shake your head. “trust me” sukunas voice is low and gruff but is obviously filled with emotion, he puts his hand on your waist. “yeah..” “yeah?” you nod and he picks you up “wrap your arms around me y/n.” you comply, as always.
“your so commanding, are you always like this?.. assertive?” you mumble in his ear as he wraps his arms around you carrying you to the guest bedroom in his penthouse.
he chuckles. “you really like testing my patience, don’t you?”
you hum and nuzzle your face in his neck “so warm” he groans “your tickling me, y/n” you giggles “you? my boss is ticklish-“ your eyes widen in drunk realization. “oh my gosh your my boss!! we can’t—“ “we’re not having sex, relax” he rubs the top of your head then you drop your head on his shoulder giving up and he finally opens the door to the guest bedroom. “megumi and yuji is asleep, when you wake in the morning just look for me and I’ll let you drive home, mkay doll?” you hum and nod as he tucks you into bed and looks around. “you have a ponytail holder?” “mm, m’wrist” he gently takes your wrist taking off the rubber band and puts your hair in a bun moving the rest of your hair out of your face. “night.”
“wait.. come sleep with me.” you mumble under your breath. “y/n, stop.” “please.. don’t go” he sighs, he knows both of you will regret this in the morning but he can’t bare to miss this opportunity. what if it never happens again? “fine, just this once.” also he’s drunk and easy to convince.
he sighs and lies down next to you, his body stiff. “relax your body ryomen.” you put your hand on his chest. “stop” “mmm why?” he grunts and grabs your wrist. “because im gonna do something we’ll both regret.” “I don’t regret a lot of things..” he breathes slower, heavier. “don’t touch me unless you really mean it.” “you cup his face and stare into his crimson eyes, despite his cold facade you’ve never realized how soft his eyes were.
you both hold silent eye contact, not awkward not uncomfortable. just.. silent exchange of words through your eyes. “no, no we cannot” he looks away. “look at me ryomen” he huffs like a child. “didn’t I just say look at me?” he turns to you. “if I was gonna do something I would regret I’d stop.” “you will, they always do” you chuckle “unless you can’t tell im a grown ass woman, thank you very much.” that sentences does things to him he thought could never happen.
in a flash he grabs your cheek and kisses you, rough at first but then slow.. controlled almost like you guys were picking up where none of you left off. “fuck your a bad influence y/n” you chuckle, the taste of alcohol heavy on your tongues. “mm vanilla whiskey” you wrap your tongue around his and he wraps his hand around your throat. “shut up n/n” and you comply.
the next morning..
you wake up to a softer bed then normal and a bright light smacking you in the face. “mommy mommy look!!” you sit up at the sound of your sons voice. you huff, your heads is absolutely pounding “yes baby?” your sons eyes are actually glistening, not just from the sunlight from happiness your son is always this happy around you but this time he was accompanied by his new friend Yuji. “Ouu, such pretty pancakes!” you baby talk your son and wave at yuji “good morning yuji, did you eat too?” he nods “can we hang out a bit more? pleaseeeeee” you nod and chuckles “just a little bit more, okay?” they both nod and rush out and you stand up to see sukuna standing at the door.
“they have you wrapped around their little fingers y/n” he smirks.
he chuckles and walks inside, he’s wearing a white button-down, plaid blue dress vest and pants with white socks. “im so sorry for last night sir—“ “didn’t i tell you to call me ryomen?” you pause and look up. “what?” “we’re not working y/n, call me ryomen we’re not boss-worker right now we’re… friends.” he almost hesitated but he nods. “i put your purse on the nightstand, you were really drunk.” “I know, my head is pounding” you rub your head.
he nods “mm..” “what?” he shakes his head “oh my gosh did i say something?” “just you thought we were gonna have sex.” you literally freeze in shock. “we—“ “the most we did was kiss, or as the kids say ‘makeout’.” you sigh in relief “im so sorry, i know we’re friends but it was extremely unprofessional of me” “i was too, don’t worry.” you tilt your head. “i.. i guess i enjoyed it” you nod “so did i, well from what i remember” and you get ready but linger around sukunas kitchen for a bit.
“so you cook?” “ what?” he turns around and slides a plate of bacon eggs and pancakes. “you think this is cooking?” he scoffs “I mean, no one has ever cooked for me except for restaurants so, yeah?” he freezes, like actually stands still in place. “what, a man has never cooked for you?” he scoffs a laugh “instant noodles count?” “HELL N— no, they do not.” he shakes his head.
“come back tomorrow night for dinner” you look up as you eat the breakfast quickly “by the looks of it you won’t regret it.” you gasp and cover your mouth “im so sorry, I haven’t been eating right and this is just so good.” he tilted his head in confusion, he looks like a kid dying to ask a question.
“ask me” he straightens up “huh?” “you look like you need to ask me a question, ask” he leans into the island countertop “how was, your sons father?” you stop eating immediately and take a long drawn out sigh. “horrible, pathetic, broke and manipulating” you mumble. “rather not talk about him..” sukunas jaw clenches, his fist ball almost instantly. “what a pathetic excuse for a man” you laugh weakly “I didn’t think so” you sigh “lucky megumi wasn’t a mistake but he somehow still wasn’t ready, and he got a worse when we divorced.”
“divorced?” his voice is sharp.
you nod eating with your head down “asked me to marry him, luckily the ring was real at least.” you sigh “tch. I could do better than him” he mumbles ever so quietly. you look up, almost still completely zoned out “huh?” “nothing y/n, here.” he places your purse and car keys in front of you. “ill get megumi.” you nod “thank you for everything, si- ryomen.”
he nod and smirks. in yujis playroom is a “nonchalant” megumi and a hyper yuji, “wanna play superheros?” “i am a superhero..” megumi mumbles. “nooo, i am!!” “no me..” “no ME!!” “NO me YUJI” “NO ME MEGU-“ sukuna slams the door open. “stop” you swear his voice could fill the whole building if he yell he loud enough. “megumi, your mother is ready to leave, i assume you are too?” megumi nods and waves at yuji but in return he is left with a big hug “next time megi!!” “bye yuji..” sukuna shakes his head and chuckles “cmon.” they walk to the front door wearing your waiting.
“had fun baby?” megumi nods and shows his new hero costume. “you bought him that?” you look up at sukuna, he nods but dismisses it. “okay, well you look amazing but it’s time to go home” “okay mama” he rushes to the elevator and repeatedly clicks the button.
“thank you ryomen, for everything.” you stand there awkwardly, wanting to give him a hug but not waiting to intervene his personal space. “you okay?” “me? no yeah im good, just—“ he lets out a sigh and opens his arms. “acting like a damn teenager, just come before i regret it.” you hug him and rub his back, almost an instinct from putting your son to sleep. ryomen places on hand on the small of your back and the other around you waist. “remember, tomorrow night n/n” you guys are still hugging but you turn your head “n/n?” he chuckles and squeezes your waist then pulls back. “hate it?” “no i love it!” you chuckle.
you wave and he waves back “bye.” “bye ryo!”
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a month and a half has passed and you’ve been to sukuna ryomens house every single week, sometimes twice or three times. after the “incident” it only happened one other time when you guys were sober the reason for it? prolonged sexual tension both of you mutually needed to get out.
and as adults, you guys can manage that … right?
your sitting at your desk when sukuna gets someone to come get you. “are you sure he’s calling me?” the man nods “yes, y/n l/n?” you nod and get up and grab some of the finished papers he’s asked to be done for today. you open the door to see a empty room “uh—“ the man closes the door so you sit in front of his desk.
a couple minutes later you hear familiar steps, and the door opens. “hey.” you look back at the door. “hi sir.” he nods “finished the work?” “some of it” you slide the folders on the desk. “uh, about Megumi going to your house while we’re at work” sukuna raises his eyebrow looking down at the papers. “he can’t anymore, his father doesn’t—“ “his father shouldn’t have a say if he doesn’t pay for megumis necessities, from the sound of it, I’ve done more for megumi than he has.”
he almost sounds, jealous? in a way you just can’t describe it.
your taken aback, you mean it’s true but you never thought he’d say it. “oh.” “and you missed a page, otherwise bring the rest to be tomorrow, okay?” you nod and take the paper. “yes sir.” “wait for me after your shift so i can drive you.” “okay sir.” he nods and a small smile tugs on the corner of his lips.
it’s 9:01pm, the office is empty so you pack up your stuff and leave it at your desk. you’ve had a few conversations with your best friend about how sukuna is always giving you mixed signals, but you can’t lie watching a real man care for your son. it’s doing things to you, that you never thought were possible. so yes, you’ve gained feelings. your best friend, shoko has encouraged you to tell him tonight, since you guys have already kissed, twice. more happened the second time but both thought it shouldn’t be mentioned.
you knock at his door and take a deep breath “n/n?” you open the door and nod. “it’s me.” “perfect, let me finish this document and we can go.” your oddly quiet standing at the door. “something on your mind” his eyes never leave you, he’s so different when you guys are off the record.. you don’t know if you hate it or love it.
you build up the courage to stand in front of him on his desk. he doesn’t even move an inch but his eyebrow rises. “y/n?” “ryomen” you look down at him, there could be someone watching you two but he doesn’t even bother to take his eyes off of you. “what are you doing n/n?” “im tired of the back and forth.” he tilts his head in confusion. “what do you think of me ryomen” “I think your an amazing woman and mother—“ you stop him and shake your head. “romantically” he freezes “what— gave you that impression?” “we’ve had sex, that’s enough to give me more than just a ‘impression’ ryomen” you look at him up and down closely, noticing a shiver.
“you work for me, and our kids hang out. otherwise it’s strictly.. business.” you nod and stand up, hurt but you refuse to show it, you heard the hesitation but you don’t ask. “okay, won’t happen again, ill be in the lobby” you walk to the door until— “but” you stop walking but you don’t turn around. “I’ve.. caught some feelings, not that I like to admit it, but your an amazing woman, and mother. if you can’t tell im in my early 40s and I’ve never been married, im not good with women never have been so I don’t want to.. ruin anything potentially happening“ “I’ve had a husband, i know how to navigate a relationship, could’ve just asked.” he nods “well, yes you’re right.. but you do work for me at the end of the day.” you turn around. “during work, I call you sir after i call you ryomen I think those are different times, and it also gives us time.” a deep throated chuckle erupts from his lips.
“you wouldn’t be able to handle me woman, in every sense.” he’s never called you, woman? before.. okay? “excuse me? have i not already?” “you heard me, maybe you stayed with megumis father for one reason, but i guarantee im better than him, plus i was going easy on you, don’t underestimate my muscle y/n.” your breath hitches as he stands up “cmere” “sukuna—“ “it’s ryomen, and i said, cmere.” you shiver and walk up towards him, standing in front of him again the floor is empty both of you are sure of it, the office door is slowly closing and he’s just standing there until, he’s not.
as soon as the door shuts he grabs your throat and kisses you roughly, now finally picking up where you guys have left off. your fingers dig into his skin as you desperately kiss him back “mmph..” he chuckles and kisses your jaw. “can’t breathe?” you shake your head your breaths are heavy and loud. he moves to your neck and sucks on your skin like a damn vampire, the pressure is hard. in response you moan and grab his shoulders. “sukunaa, fuck.” he kicks the hickey he’s placed on your neck “sorry.” you feel your neck, the raised skin where his lips were. “shit ryomen, i have to see megumis dad..” he just shrugs. “it’ll go away, could’ve been a lot darker trust me.” his other hand is wrapped tightly around your waist.
“now shut up.” as always, you comply. you hold onto him as he swipes everything off his desk and lowers you back kissing you slowly, messily but somehow so passionately. you gasp for air and he bites your bottom lip. you tug at his suit and both of your tongues push together, then synchronize into a similar dance. a pattern that only the two of you will know about. he hovers over you the desk squeaking at his heavy weight, finally he takes off his suit and you kick your heels off and place your bare feet on the desk.
he kisses your neck again, all in silence letting you feel everything without having to make commentary. he smirks at your full display, in response you yell trying to lower your legs but he grabs your thighs pushing them further up. you gasp, your body has been pretty stiff since you left your ex-husband so you don’t know how flexible you can- “comfortable?” your legs are now in the air, with a nod he cages you in and kisses your neck and you unbuttons his dress shirt.
EVENTUALLY
when you guys were done, an hour and 36 minutes later (10:49pm). the office was hot with sex and sweat, “shit,” he’s laid out on the floor and you on his chair. “shit indeed.” you can hardly breathe “did i do too much?” you shake your head. he grunts as he sits up “too old to be doing this.” he rubs your calves and looks up at you, like how a husband should be looking at his wife, with love. “you okay? thirsty?” you shake your head “you?” he shakes his head also and puts his forehead on your knee as he continues to massage your legs.
“might hurt in the morning.” “figured that out— in the beginning of this.” your breath hitches mid-sentence and his eyes shoot up at you “don’t lie to me, are you sure your okay?” “im just old ryomen, im out of breath it’s fine” you laugh and he pauses then laughs with you. “give me a moment and we can go pick up megumi.” you nod
after a while you guys finally make your way to his car. the ride was pretty quiet, this is probably the first time you’ve guys have an awkward silence. “do you regret it?” you look over at him his eyes are narrowed and two fingers is on the bottom of the steering wheel. “no?” “the hell you so quiet for then?” you tilt your head and furrow your brows. “what?” “you heard me.” he stops the car abruptly at the top the street. “what’s your problem?” “my problem? ryomen, do you hear yourself? if you regret it just say that.” he scoffs “I don’t regret nothing I just don’t wanna—“ he stops himself and starts the car instead.
“finish your sentence ryomen” he grunts. “I said, finish it.” the car is moving slow then it slowly gets faster as do his breathing. “i don’t wanna get attached.” you laugh “funny.” “im serious, you think because im a man I haven’t been hurt before?” you look at him as he drives into the parking lot securing his spot.
he turns to you. “as I said, I don’t do relationships. no strings and flirting is cool, but once I gain feelings I push back some women I dated 2 years back left me after I was going to purpose.” you furrow your brows together “im sorry..” “don’t be sorry, just understand this won’t ever happen—“ you interrupt him pressing your lips against his. his first instinct was to pull back, like always.. so why is it so damn hard to detach himself from you. you only work for him after all?!
you pull back, “now tell me you don’t want this” he opens his mouth but it quivers, that’s never happened to him before.. the fuck? is he nervous “i..” his eyebrows knit together. you tilt your head “how would it even work if you work-“ you groan “please shut the hell up with the ‘im your boss’, do i work for you 24/7 ryomen sukuna?” you cross your arms. “answer the question.” “no..” you nod. “so what we do outside is what?” “our business..” he’s looking down. “your a big boy, look at me when im talking. he looks up, exactly like the big boy he is.
“good.” he grip his pants. “stop acting like im submissive to you or something” “your not, you don’t have to be but your gonna listen to me” he grunts in response. “fine, just don’t fucking leave me, if your losing feelings let me know first.” the first time your boss, babysitter, friend ryomen has been vulnerable.
you nod “we’ll figure it out from here, kay?” “okay.”
so you both figured it out, perfectly balancing you schedules and yuji and megumis play dates you both started dating shortly after that conversation. toji and sukuna has met so toji finally learned boundaries with staying over at your apartment when he doesn’t have a place to stay, and megumi loves sukuna when he’s making him food. otherwise, not really so corporative. and eventually after a year and 6 months, sukuna made the best decision of his life purposing to you. you both took vacation and let yuji and megumi + the babysitter come. it was on a beach, you mentioned a beach date but not a proposal shortly after you guys met each other families and are currently planning your wedding.
maybe it was better that you guys “figured it out from there”
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kiss it better
you hate yuji's brother sukuna. but when he gets invited on vacation with your friend group, that hatred ends up shifting to something much more feral.
warnings: smut - mdni, rough sex, enemies to lovers, sukuna being a dick, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, man handling, dirty talk, praise/degradation, biting, drooling
nobara, yuji, yourself, and the rest of your friend group have spent the past several months planning out a vacation together.
it's the end of spring/early summer, and what better way to spend that transition of sweet summer air than to stay in a cute cabin for a week?
you and nobara spent days planning out your own personal itineraries together, focused on making sure that every day there had the fullest amount of satisfaction.
then you went to the mall to shop. so you got a few new swimsuits to swap between and some outfits for the trip as well. then she wanted to get her nails done too, so you went.
and now you're almost broke on the car ride to this cabin. it's a lengthy trip up to the lake where it is, but the rental has full privacy and after splitting the payment between the group it was really cheap.
nobara's in the driver's seat, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. you're almost there now, just a ten minute ride until the cabin will finally be in your sights.
"but yeah- they should already be up there. since we had to use yuji's name, he had to get there first."
you nod, "okay. sounds good."
when you finally pull up the pretty mountain, passing by large conifer trees and some random wild animals as they prance through their home, the cabin is so much bigger than you expected it to be.
but that's not what intrigues you. the sight of a certain car being parked in the drive is what makes you slowly turn to glare at nobara.
Dating needy MSBY!Atsumu, Sakusa, Bokuto, and Hinata (separate)
contains: yummy MSBY men being utterly obsessed with you and driving you insane in the best ways. f!reader. NSFW HCs, all 18+ smut under the cut! Atsumu will cry if you ever leave him. Kiyoomi is the man of your dreams and idc what anyone says, when he eats it, he does it nasty style. Bokuto is big and feral, and he loves you, send tweet. Hinata’s dick has you under spells.
wc: 5.5k total
Slutty, very in love!Atsumu who truly just loves when you take care of him all the time, in all ways possible.
He was lucky enough to find himself the nicest girl alive, who didn’t mind how much he wanted to hoard all of her attention. It was his dream come true.
He loved how much you cared for him, how easy it seemed to be for you to support him in all the ways that were important to him from day one.
The sweet sticky notes you leave out on the counter on the days you’ll know he’ll be home before you, all the meals you make for him without a care for his pickyness, waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to go with him to the gym when he complained in bed to you about feeling unmotivated, boasting to everyone who’d listen about your superstar athlete of a man, going to every game you’re able to make it to and let him go on and on about all the cool things he wanted to recap once you were on the drive back.
Every bit of your relationship was something straight out of his best fantasies.
He’s terrified of the idea of ever losing you. You were perfect. He loved feeling confident in your love for him, and while all the little things you did served well to reassure him, sex had to be one of the easiest, and quickest ways to make him feel secure in his place in your life.
He was a cocky attention slut at heart, especially for you. If he wanted a reminder that he was still the absolute best in the eyes of his sweet girl, he knew exactly what he needed to do to get it.
He was the type to come back after a long day of training—drained out of his mind and feeling like he wasn’t doing his best for some stupid reason—and treat himself to your boundless affections to get out of his worries.
And what he meant by that was practically mounting you the second he came back home, still sweaty and in his training clothes, having rushed over the moment they were done.
I watched that zayne card so much I can see it with my eyes closed
you know Sukuna's in love when he can't hold back the tremble in his voice
The decision to get a tattoo came from watching Sukuna for countless hours and tracing the ink on his skin while he slept, heavy and warm against your side. You’d spent years memorizing every line etched into his body.
Immediately, you knew Choso was the ideal artist for the job. When you booked a session and asked him to keep it to himself, he merely rolled his eyes but agreed to stay silent.
THE LAMB
Sukuna is reincarnated into the modern world, only to realize that being a villain is actually kind of a bore. Now a teacher at Jujutsu High by pure technicality, he’s decided being a “good guy” is way more entertaining, mostly because it still lets him do whatever he wants while everyone thanks him for it. Unfortunately for you, that also means you get assigned to him as a specialist, since your technique is one of the very few things that can smooth out the jagged, overwhelming nature of his cursed energy after he uses it. The problem is… you’re absolutely terrified of him. Every second in the same room feels like your body is trying to shut down, and the idea of having to touch him to do your job makes it even worse. Sukuna, on the other hand, finds that fear hilarious and treats you like the funniest toy he’s ever been gifted.
pairing: sorcerer sukuna x sorcerer f!reader
content: mdni, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers, objectification, toxic dynamics, power imbalance, manipulation, coercion, possessive sukuna, violence, murder, blood, gore, dubious consent vibes, true form sukuna, yuji's not his vessel (...and probably smut)
sukuna is reincarnated into jin’s twin (so yes, he’s technically yuji’s uncle), can freely switch between his human and true form, and is, in fact, a massive asshole (minor changes to how cursed energy works)
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THEME: Space
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▶︎︎ Jealous Type (starring . fire lord zuko)
synopsis . You clearly don’t understand who it is you belong to, so the fire lord makes things a little clearer for you via drawing his name out into that sweet cunt of yours. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), possessiveness, royal advisor!reader (ib: my dearest @yenayaps), fingering, pet names, faint manhandling, he’s kinda feral, slight corruption kink, praise, etc.
author's note: we’re all obsessed w tht one edit, no?
“I simply don’t believe I serve much purpose to you anymore, my lord—“
“It’s only us in here, I’ve said many times before that you don’t have to call me that.” Zuko muttered, annoyance etched into his every unfairly pretty feature.
You struggled to meet eyes or reason with him, but continued in your rant nonetheless. “—You hardly heed the advice I give you, despite it being my sole purpose to you, and I've reason to believe I would be a better fit for another nation. I’ve received word from the Earth Kingdo-“
Amber eyes snap up from the floor and directly onto you, his body pushing him up from his throne to stand up straight as he scoffs, “What?”
You're hesitant to lift your chin and face him head on, gulping as your words jumble up at the center of your throat. Carefully, you lift your gaze slowly and allow yourself a moment to naturally collect both yourself and your thoughts. Patiently uttering, “My lord, please stop interrupting me. I-“
Doing the exact opposite once more, “No, seriously, what?”
You huff, meeting his eyes with your brows all furrowed. After a short pause, “What do you mean what?”
Zuko's eyes appear to be softer on you as he departs from his throne and nears you, “You’re leaving me?”
The question and the way it exits his lips is enough to make your body feel hot for reasons unbeknownst to you. Thus causing you to shoot your eyes off to the side, “W-Well, I was considering-“
“That won’t do.” Flies right out of him without second thought, as if he no longer wanted the concept to be entertained or considered at all.
You return your full attention to him with widened eyes, unconsciously stepping forward, “Pardon?”
Zuko gestures a hand out with a shake of his head, “Come here."
As you obediently move to do as you're told, you feel the intensity of his eyes raking over your frame, the heat behind them easily carving itself into your very being. Fuck if it wasn't as intimidating as ever to be alone with him like this, no matter how many times you've found yourself in this exact position in the past.
He's moved to the side of his throne and directs you towards it, ignoring the confused looks you throw his way, “Sit. I’ll show you what other purposes you serve for me.”
before he tells us to sit on the throne
after
Gojo csp test
zuko's the jealous type — 18+
your back meets zuko's chest as his strong hands bracket your hips, aiding you in bouncing yourself up and down on his swollen cock.
though not your favorite position because you can't see zuko as he fucks you, he is cross with you today. he'd warned you about the members of his court, one pesky noble in particular that liked to cause trouble and flirt with everyone, and still, you'd let him talk to you, put his arm around you, whisper in your ear and make you laugh. zuko is having none of it.
project hail mary but gojo (i havent watched it)
HEAD OVER BOOTS
citygirl!reader x cowboy!Sukuna // Masterlist
Part 8 - Embers in the Ashtray Glow like Memories that won't let Go
AO3 // <<Part 7 | Part. 9>>
Explicit - 18+ // wc 8.4k
Your roommate grew up on a ranch before moving to the City and now she INSISTS that you come along with her to one of the biggest rodeos around. Having moved in not too long ago, you reluctantly agree even though dusty, wide open spaces are a foreign concept to your polished City girl demeanor. By chance, you meet one of the biggest names in pro-rodeo complete with a belt buckle as big as his ego. A cowboy through and through, he hates the City and the people that reside it. Little does he know that lasting eight seconds on a bull is easy compared to fighting feelings for a girl he’s supposed to hate.
Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: slight enemies to lovers, smut, Sukuna is a rodeo cowboy, reader is a city girl, slight mentions of blood/injury from rodeo activities, happy ending, kissing, oral male!receiving, oral sex female!receiving, mating press, unprotected sex, pulling out, angst, miscommunication, 69ing, creampie, dry humping, angst, falling in love, rodeo injuries, memory loss, hurt/comfort
AN: Dividers by @/saradika-graphics. Inspired by @/indiewritesxoxo He's Not My Man.
The first two times the doctors come to check on Sukuna, they say his vitals and tests were looking good. To you, that means he would wake up any minute right?
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ WHATEVER IT TAKES
pairing 𝜗𝜚⋆ geek! sukuna ryomen x reader
summary ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ while pining over the school’s most popular girl, sukuna ryomen strikes a deal with her cousin, ren takahashi. he’ll help ren win you over, and in return, ren will help him get a chance with aoi. but as sukuna feeds ren the exact words to make you fall, he’s forced to watch you fall for a version of himself he never had the courage to show. what begins as a calculated exchange slowly blurs into something personal and when the truth comes out, you’re left to decide if the boy who deceived you is also the one who’s been loving you all along.
cw ⋆˚ʚɞ ᵎᵎ slow burn, college au, sukuna is a shy baby, best friends to lovers, secret identity (love letters), he falls first, mutual pining, miscommunication, angst, betrayal, hurt/comfort, jealousy, emotional confession, soft romance, light nsfw themes, romcom vibe.
𝓘. the unspoken equation 𝓘𝓘. almost honest 𝓘𝓘𝓘.
a/n ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ this is inspired by the movie ‘whatever it takes’ ! i can’t wait to start writing. lmk if you wanna be in the tag list. ── .✦