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bf!sukuna comforting gf!reader

(pure fluff, comforting + i cried writing this)

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside rain tapped lightly against the windows, streaking the glass with silver lines while the clock on the microwave blinked 2:13 AM in dull green numbers.

You sat curled on the kitchen floor in one of Sukuna’s hoodies, knees against your chest, staring blankly at nothing and still you hadn’t turned the lights on.

Hadn’t answered your phone.

Hadn’t moved for almost an hour.

And when the front door finally unlocked, you didn’t even look up.

Heavy footsteps paused immediately.

Then—

“Baby?”

His voice changed instantly.

Not the rough, cocky tone he used with everyone else. Soft. Careful. Like he was approaching something fragile.

Sukuna dropped his gym bag by the door and crossed the apartment fast, crouching in front of you.

“Hey,” he murmured. “What’re you doin’ down here in the dark?”

You shrugged weakly.

He looked at your face for a long moment, red eyes scanning every little thing—the exhaustion under your eyes, the untouched tea beside you gone cold, the way your fingers trembled inside his sleeves.

And his entire expression softened.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

The nickname nearly broke you.

Your lips pressed together hard as tears burned suddenly behind your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered automatically.

His brows pulled together immediately. “Why the hell are you apologizing?”

“I dunno… I just—” Your voice cracked. “I can’t stop feeling like this.”

Sukuna exhaled slowly through his nose, like he was physically forcing himself to stay gentle.

Then he reached out carefully, sliding both hands under your arms.

“C’mere.”

You resisted weakly. “Kuna, I’m fine—”

“No, you’re not.” His voice stayed soft anyway. “And that’s okay.”

Before you could protest again, he lifted you effortlessly into his lap and sat against the kitchen cabinets with you tucked against his chest.

Warm and safe.

One large hand rubbed slowly up and down your back.

“Have you eaten today?”

“…No.” A tiny shake of your head.

He sighed quietly and pressed his lips to your temple.

You hated how pathetic you felt. Hated how dependent this moment made you seem.

“I’m ruining your night,” you mumbled.

That made him pull back immediately.

His hand came up to cradle your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t say shit like that.”

“But—”

“You think I care about anything else when you’re hurting?”

Your throat tightened.

Sukuna wasn’t good at pretty speeches. He wasn’t poetic. Wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things.

But he loved hard.

Completely.

“You don’t gotta pretend around me,” he said quietly. “If getting through the day is hard right now, then it’s hard. Doesn’t make you annoying.”

A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it.

He wiped it away with his thumb instantly.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

And there was nothing cruel in his face. Nothing impatient.

Just worry.

“You stay alive long enough for me to love you through this, aight?”

That did break you.

A sob escaped your chest before you could hide it, and Sukuna immediately pulled you fully against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I got you,” he whispered into your hair. “I got you, baby.”

No rushing.

Just his warm hands rubbing your back, fingers threading through your hair, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.

Eventually, when your breathing calmed a little, he shifted enough to stand—still carrying you.

“Kuna—”

“Nope. You’re not walking.”

Despite everything, a tiny laugh escaped you.

“There she is,” he murmured with a faint smile.

He carried you to the couch, wrapped you in blankets, then disappeared briefly into the kitchen.

You heard cabinets opening.

The microwave humming.

A minute later he returned with instant ramen, cut fruit, and water balanced carefully in his tattooed hands.

“You’re gonna eat a little,” he said. “And then I’m putting on that stupid baking show you like.”

“You hate that show.”

“Yeah,” he said flatly, handing you the bowl. “But you smile at the old lady with the cupcakes, so now I’m emotionally attached to Brenda.”

You laughed again—small and watery.

Sukuna pretended not to notice the way your hands shook when you reached for the chopsticks.

Not because he didn’t care.

Because he knew you hated being watched when things got bad.

So instead, he leaned back into the couch beside you, one arm stretched across the cushions behind your head while the baking show played quietly on the TV.

Some overly cheerful woman was crying over sponge cake.

You sniffled. “She dropped it for like… three seconds. Why’s she acting like someone died?”

“She’s weak,” Sukuna said immediately.

A tiny smile tugged at your mouth.

There it is.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

Sukuna always noticed.

You managed a few bites before your appetite disappeared again, and when you started absentmindedly stirring the noodles instead of eating, his eyes flicked over.

“That all you can do?”

You nodded guiltily.

“Okay.”

No disappointment.

He took the bowl from your hands and set it aside before tugging you closer until your legs rested over his lap.

Sukuna’s fingers kept tracing slow patterns against your calf through the blanket.

Your head eventually tipped against his shoulder, exhaustion dragging at you now that the worst of the crying had passed.

Quietly, you whispered, “Do you ever get tired of me?”

The room seemed to still.

Sukuna looked down at you slowly.

“Tired of you?”

You instantly regretted saying it.

“It’s stupid, forget it—”

“No.” His hand slid up to the back of your neck gently. Don’t ask me something and then take it back.”

Your chest tightened.

He studied your face for a second before speaking.

“I get tired of the way you talk about yourself.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“I get tired of seeing you hurt,” he continued quietly. “I get tired of watching you apologize for existing.” His thumb brushed your skin softly. “But you?” He shook his head once. “Never.”

The sincerity in his voice hurt worse than anything else.

Because part of you still didn’t understand how someone like him could say things like that and mean them.

“I’m hard to love,” you whispered.

Sukuna actually frowned.

Like the statement irritated him.

“Says who?”

“…Me.”

“Well, your brain’s a liar sometimes.”

You stared at him.

And he looked so genuinely certain.

Like loving you was the easiest thing he’d ever done.

“You know what you do when I come home?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked. “What?”

“You peek through the blinds when you hear my bike outside.”

Heat crept into your face immediately. “I do not.”

“You do,” he said smugly. “Every damn time.”

“That’s creepy. Why are you watching me watch you?”

“Because you’re cute.”

You groaned softly and hid your face against his shoulder.

He chuckled under his breath, deep and warm, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“And every morning,” he continued, quieter now, “you make coffee and forget your own cup because you’re busy making mine exactly how I like it.”

Your throat tightened again.

“And when you think I’m asleep, you fix the blanket on me.” Another kiss against your forehead. “You remember what days are hard for me without me saying anything. You leave little notes in my lunch even though your handwriting sucks.”

A weak offended noise left you.

“There she is again,” he murmured softly, smiling.

Then his expression gentled.

“So don’t sit here and tell me you’re hard to love.”

Your eyes burned all over again.

Sukuna noticed immediately and sighed dramatically.

“Ah, shit. C’mere.”

He pulled you fully into his chest before the tears could fall again, wrapping both arms around you and laying back against the couch with you on top of him.

You listened to his heartbeat while his hand stroked slowly through your hair.

Steady.

Patient.

Safe.

After a long silence, you mumbled against his shirt, “You’re too good to me.”

“Nah,” he said easily. “Just good to the right person.”

And for the first time in weeks— the heaviness in your chest didn’t feel quite so unbearable anymore.

By the third episode of the baking show, you were practically glued to him.

Not that Sukuna seemed to mind.

One of your legs was tangled with his, your face buried in his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his waist beneath his hoodie like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go for even a second.

Every time he shifted even slightly, your grip tightened again.

He noticed.

But instead of teasing you immediately, he just rested his chin on top of your head and kept rubbing slow circles into your back.

“Tired?” he murmured.

You shook your head against him.

(what a lie)

He could feel it in the way your body melted heavier into his every minute.

Still, you clung tighter.

Sukuna glanced down finally, amused warmth flickering in his eyes.

“You tryin’ to crawl inside my ribcage or what?”

“Maybe.”

Your voice came out muffled against his throat.

A quiet laugh rumbled in his chest.

“Dramatic.”

But his arms wrapped around you even tighter anyway.

You inhaled slowly, comforted by everything about him—the smell of his cologne and rain, the warmth of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

It made your chest ache.

Because lately everything in your mind felt exhausting and heavy and loud— except him.

With him, things went quiet.

“You’re comfy,” you mumbled sleepily.

“I better be. You use me as a damn weighted blanket every day.”

“…You love it.”

“I tolerate it.”

You lifted your head just enough to squint at him.

He was already smirking.

Liar.

Your expression softened before you could stop it.

God, you loved him.

Loved him so much it scared you sometimes.

Sukuna noticed the look immediately.

His brows lifted slightly. “What?”

“Nothin’.”

“Bullshit.”

You hid your face again.

He snorted softly. “Baby.”

One hand slid under your jaw, gently forcing your face back up toward him.

His expression shifted the second he really looked at you.

Not teasing anymore.

Just soft.

“What’s goin’ on in that head?”

You stared at him for a second too long before the words slipped out quietly.

“I really love you.”

The room went still.

Not awkward.

Just full.

Heavy with something warm and overwhelming.

Sukuna’s entire face softened in a way almost nobody else ever got to see.

His thumb brushed slowly over your cheek.

“Yeah?” he murmured.

You nodded, eyes already getting shiny again from how intensely you felt everything tonight.

“So much,” you whispered. “Like… too much.”

A tiny crease appeared between his brows immediately.

“There’s no such thing.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down and kissed you.

Slow. Careful.

You melted instantly, hands grabbing the front of his shirt while he held your face so gently it made your chest hurt.

When he pulled back, he stayed close enough for his forehead to rest against yours.

“I love you more than anything,” he said quietly.

And Sukuna almost never sounded vulnerable.

But he did now.

Raw and certain.

“You hear me?” he murmured. “More than anything.”

Your eyes filled completely this time.

“Oh, c’mon,” he sighed softly, smiling a little as he wiped beneath your eyes. “Why’re you cryin’ again?”

“You’re just…” You laughed shakily. “Too sweet.”

“That sounds fake.”

“It’s not.”

“Hm.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with me.”

You smiled for real then. Small.

Beautiful enough to make his chest ache.

There it is.

Sukuna stared at you for a moment like he wanted to memorize the sight.

Then you suddenly climbed fully into his lap without warning, wrapping yourself around him again.

He blinked once.

“…Jesus Christ.”

“What?”

“You cling harder than a haunted doll.”

But his hands were already settling securely on your waist.

You tucked your face into his chest with a content little sigh.

“I just wanna be close to you.”

The honesty of it nearly killed him.

Sukuna leaned back into the couch, one hand smoothing through your hair over and over.

“Then stay close,” he whispered.

So you did.

And sometime later, long after the baking show ended, Sukuna looked down to find you fast asleep on top of him— still holding onto his shirt tightly even in your dreams.

He smiled so softly no one else would’ve believed it.

Then he pulled the blanket higher around you and kissed your forehead carefully.

“Love you too, clingy girl.”

hai! Ive been so busy this month, i wrote this after several episodes in which i felt 100% like reader and I thought it was a good idea to write something, so as not to make other people feel alone.

original work, do not stole, copy, plagiarize my work - sturduststrails

its also my birthday yey🦄🍪!

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Hanging out with teen!Kuna and (an unexpected) baby!Yuji ! ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ a drabble

cw : fluff, established relationship, kissing and implied making out

Knocking on the door, you were about to hang with your boyfriend at his place ! What an intimate settling, excellent for making out with him working on that science homework you told your parents about.

Sukuna opened the door, looking like he expected someone else than you to come. “Hey, come in. Want a drink?” he proposed, being a relatively polite person regarding guests — especially when it's his girlfriend. You removed your shoes and gave him a kiss. “No, m'fine. Missed you.” you said in a silvery voice. His hands travelled to your waist, yours went to tangle in his hair. His kisses started going down on your jaw, going to your neck.

It all suddenly stopped as your boyfriend heard baby noises, he looked up at the stairs and his brows knitted in a frown. “Really, now?” he muttered, annoyed. “Was that a baby? Babe, are you a teen dad? You could've told me—” you started, worried he might hide stuff from you. He quickly cut you off. “M'not, it's my nephew. No one's at home to take care of him ; except me.” he said, giving your lips a last taste of his before leaving to check on his nephew. You followed him.

“Yknow, he can just stick around. He won't say anything about us, he doesn't even realize he exists.” Sukuna looked at you like you just said nonsense. “Hell no.” he paused, taking the 1 year and a half aged baby in his arms, rocking him back and forth. You melted in front of the view, smiling sheepishly and approaching the baby. “It looks like you, sukuna.” she whispered, not wanting to wake up the baby. Although it had the opposite effect, the baby opened an eye, then the other, his small limbs trying to reach you. you asked, taking the little baby hand in yours. “Yuji.” your boyfriend answered in the most plain voice, probably annoyed and knowing he won't be making out with his girlfriend anytime soon. Yuji made some little noises, blabbering and trying to reach you. You smiled and ruffled the baby's few strands of hair.

“He's a carbon copy of you, are you sure you're not the father?” Sukuna raised a brow, faking an offended look. “Definitely not, I wasn't this dumb as a baby.” he said, dismissively. You let out a small laugh and stopped ruffling the baby's hair. Yuji let out a little “Gaah!” starting to attack Sukuna's face with his small baby hands. “Hey— don't touch me like that! stinky ass brat.” he complained, annoyed at Yuji. “Oh c'mon, he's cute. He wants to play with his so dear uncle.” you teased. Sukuna looked at you deadpan, like you were crazy, then looked at the baby in his arms.

“I'm just gonna make him sleep again. You can go wait in my room.” he said, rocking him to put it to sleep. Sukuna checked that you were going to his room, and raised a brow in surprise when you didn't move. “You can go already y—” “I'm not leaving a one year old baby alone in another room. What if something happens?” you said, not bothering to let him finish before you started talking again. “Yuji can stay with us in your room, he'll be sleeping anyways. Right?” Sukuna looked at you, thinking if he should agree or not.

After staring at you for a whole minute, he sighs and walks to his room. “Come.” You spent the rest of your day watching movies on your boyfriend's tv, occasionally touching and getting cuddly, occasionally kissing, maybe making out at some point? All of this while keeping a silent eye on Yuji's sleeping form.

a/n : I fell asleep on the formatting and ate a bowl cake with the texture of scrambled eggs this morning... ew. On the positive side i really missed writing and doing the html formatting of my posts. YO BADDIE IS BACK TO WRITINGG HIHI

DIVIDER CREDITS

lace divider creds : @mieluno

pink divider creds : @cafekitsune

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boxer toji 🥊

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RYOMEN SUKUNA - fluff

grumpy frat!kuna and his sunshine | @amourarchive

frat!kuna falling in love with frat!toji's sister ⭐️ | amourarchive

haven't you heard? i'm the internet girl -> pt 2 | amourarchive

stealing his food | @chocipudding

sukuna can't stand silent treatment | chocipudding

hair time! | @cumchiato

flowers | cumchiato

like father, like son | @fireflyschiikawa

attachment issues | fireflyschiikawa

heian!sukuna and his very very pregnant wife ⭐️ | fireflyschiikawa

when you flinch (hurt then fluff) | fireflyschiikawa

papa!kuna in charge of your daughter's hair | @petalflvr

shy girl!reader getting her first tattoo with tattoo artist!sukuna | petalflvr

refuses to let his wife do anything on her own | @purrtoru

sukuna accidentally teaching yuji a swear word | purrtoru

king of chrysanthemums | @satorusiito

boyfie!sukuna finds your tomodachi life | satorusiito

dad!sukuna vs baby!yuji ⭐️ | @starspenxcie

plucking his eyebrows | starspenxcie

silent treatment with frat!kuna | @sukunasleftbanana

frat!kuna being jealous of baby!yuji | sukunasleftbanana

spoiled!concubine reader who can do anything | @actuallyyoshiki

the safety of a lie ⭐️ | @beaniesayshi

sweeping | @beemumu

heian era!sukuna's wife is ignoring him | @epicderpface

dad!sukuna with yuji who learned how to walk | @https-lovvers

gentle love | @iheartyuyu

husband!sukuna (suggestive) | @kamiflix

first hangout with frat!kuna | @kill3ill

catkuna?! | @kissthesword

08:03am -> pt 2 ⭐️ | @kissunarin

crushing you | @kkunai

baby!yuji thinks you're too pretty for sukuna | @lilithinthestars

kuna's favourite pillow | @lilithkleia

oh it's minikuna! ⭐️ | @lxnarphase

sweet little apothecary | @mokkiaun

your cuddles are outta this world! | @planetchoso

boredom ⭐️ | @satoruslovey

boxer!sukuna being THE girl dad | @sturduststrails

mini muscles ⭐️ | @yujismissingfingers

co-sleeping struggles with clingy baby!yuji | @yutaerina

boyfriend!sukuna waking up to you eating cookies | @yummidumplingss

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THAT HOT SUMMER’S DAY (cityboy!toji x countrysidegirl!reader)

Your grandmother always told you not to trust city boys who leaves their girlfriends after getting them pregnant. But here you are, getting fucked in a city boy’s truck who’s name is Toji Fushiguro.

“mph..ngh” “T-Toji fuck me already.. a-ah..” you said as he kept fingering your aching hole.

The humid air in the truck clunged to your skin like a second layer. Toji's fingers plunged deeper into your slick pussy, curling just right to stroke that spot that made your thighs quake. You bucked against his hand, panties shoved aside as his thumb circled your swollen clit with deliberate pressure.

He chuckled low, as he leaned in closer, his free hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “So impatient, huh? Been teasin' me all summer, and now you can't wait for my cock?” His breath was hot against your ear, lips brushing the lobe before he nipped it sharply. You whimpered, nodding frantically, your nails digging into his broad shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Toji brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that sent fresh heat pooling between your legs. “Taste like trouble, doll.” He shifted in the driver's seat, unzipping his jeans with one hand while the other kept you pinned in place. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. It throbbed in his fist as he stroked himself once, twice, eyes locked on your exposed core.

“Mngh, please,” you gasped, your voice breaking as you reached for him, fingers wrapping around his length. He was hot and heavy in your palm, pulsing with need. You pumped him slowly, thumb swiping over the slit to spread the slickness, earning a hiss from between his teeth.

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” he grabbed your hips, yanking you onto his lap. The leather seat creaked under your combined weight, your knees straddling his thighs as you hovered above him. His hands roamed up your sides, shoving your top up to expose your breasts, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. He pinched one, rolling it until you arched into his touch, a moan spilling from your lips.

Without warning, he aligned himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging your soaked lips apart. “Gonna fill you up, make you forget all those warnings from your granny.” He thrust up hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Your pussy stretched around him, walls clenching tight as you cried out, the burn of the intrusion mixing with overwhelming pleasure. He was so deep, pressing against your cervix, every inch claiming you.

Toji's hands clamped on your ass, guiding you as you started to ride him. His cock dragged along your inner walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over, sparks of ecstasy shooting through your core. “That's it, take it all feels like your pussy's grippin' me like it never wants to let go.”

You leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as you ground down harder. One of his hands slid between you, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing in tight circles that made your rhythm falter. Stars burst behind your eyelids; you were close, so close, the coil in your belly winding tighter with every thrust.

But Toji wasn't done playing. He flipped you suddenly, ass up and face pressed against the passenger seat. The cool air hit your overheated skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he positioned himself behind you. “Look at this pretty ass,” he growled, delivering a sharp smack that made you yelp and push back toward him. His palm soothed the sting, then spread your cheeks, exposing you fully.

He teased your entrance with his cockhead, sliding it up and down your slit before slamming back in. This angle let him go even deeper, his hips snapping forward with relentless force. You braced against the seat, moaning into the leather as he fucked you raw, the truck's suspension groaning in protest. “Gonna cum inside you, flood this tight little pussy. Bet you'd look good all swollen with my kid.” His words were filthy, laced with that dangerous edge, but they only pushed you higher, your body betraying any sense of caution.

The pressure built unbearably, your walls fluttering around him. “Toji—oh god, I'm gonna—“ Your orgasm crashed over you like a summer storm, pussy spasming as you soaked his cock, juices dripping down your thighs. He didn't stop, pounding through your climax, his own release barreling down.

Toji buried himself deep, cock twitching as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum into you. It filled you to overflowing, leaking out around him as he ground against your ass, milking every drop. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed trickle from your abused hole with a satisfied smirk. “Fuck, that's a sight.” Gentle now, he helped you sit up, tucking you against his chest. His fingers combed through your hair, a rare tenderness breaking through the roughness.

But as the high faded, reality crept in. Your grandmother's words echoed in your mind—city boys like him, they take what they want and leave. Toji's phone buzzed on the dash, a text from some girl back in the city lighting up the screen. He glanced at it, jaw tightening, then silenced it without a word.

“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “We'll figure this out.” You wanted to believe him, even as doubt gnawed at the edges. The summer heat had scorched you both, but winters—and goodbyes—loomed on the horizon.

Later that night

The mist had rolled in thicker by the time you stumbled out of the truck, legs still shaky from the ride. Toji's arm was slung around your waist, possessive and steady, as you trudged toward your family's old farmhouse. Inside, the kitchen light was dim, your grandmother long asleep. You led him to your room upstairs, the creaky stairs betraying your secrecy. The air was cooler here, but Toji's presence heated it right back up. He kicked the door shut, backing you against it with a hunger that hadn't dimmed.

“Mm.. Not done with you yet,” he said, voice rough as he stripped off your clothes. Your bra hit the floor, followed by your skirt, leaving you bare under his gaze. He shed his own shirt, revealing the scarred, muscled expanse of his torso—marks from a life you could only guess at.

You dropped to your knees before he could move, hands fumbling with his belt. His cock was already half-hard again, springing free as you freed it. You licked a stripe up the underside, then took him into your mouth Toji’s head thudded back against the door, a groan escaping as you sucked him deep your tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive slit, while your hand stroked what you couldn't swallow.

“Shit, your mouth's as good as that pussy.” His fingers tangled in your hair you bobbed faster, saliva dripping down your chin, the wet sounds filling the quiet room. He swelled thicker on your tongue, veins pulsing, until he pulled you off with a pop.

“Bed, princess” You scrambled up, lying back on the worn quilt, legs parting instinctively. Toji crawled over you, caging you in with his arms. He kissed you slow this time, exploratory, before trailing his mouth down your neck, sucking marks into your collarbone. His teeth grazed your breasts, latching onto a nipple and tugging until you keened.

He settled between your thighs, cock nudging your entrance once more. This time, he entered you inch by inch, letting you feel the stretch anew. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back as he bottomed out. He fucked you steady, deep rolls of his hips that ground his pubic bone against your clit.

The bedframe rattled softly, a rhythm building as pleasure coiled tight again. Toji's hand slipped between you, fingers pinching your clit, while his mouth claimed yours in a bruising kiss. You came undone beneath him, crying his name into the night, your pussy milking him until he followed, spilling inside you with a shuddering breath.

Exhausted, you curled into his side, his arm heavy over your hip. “I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered into the dark. “I love you. Ain't leavin' you like that.” But as his breathing evened out, his phone buzzed again from his pocket on the floor. You didn't look, but the seed of worry took root.

The morning after

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Toji was gone when you woke, the bed cold beside you. Panic rose as you bolted upright, pulling on a robe and rushing downstairs.

He was in the kitchen, pouring coffee, your grandmother eyeing him warily from her chair (she never liked the idea of you going out w him) “Mornin', sleepyhead,” he grinned, sliding a mug your way. She side eyed but said nothing, her gaze flicking between you two.

“Where you off to today?” you asked, trying to keep your voice light.

Toji's expression darkened for a split second. “Got some business back in the city. But I'll be back by nightfall. Promise.” He pulled you close, kissing you soundly in front of her, staking his claim.

As he left, truck rumbling down the dirt road, you touched your stomach, wondering if his words held weight—or if this hot summer's day was just the start of a heartbreak your grandmother had warned about. But for now, the ache between your legs and the warmth in your chest kept hope alive.

*gulp* hey so i tried writing something different 🥲 i tried!! Idk about a second part tbh.

original work, do not stole, copy, plagiarize my work - sturduststrails

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skater boys

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THAT HOT SUMMER’S DAY (cityboy!toji x countrysidegirl!reader)

Your grandmother always told you not to trust city boys who leaves their girlfriends after getting them pregnant. But here you are, getting fucked in a city boy’s truck who’s name is Toji Fushiguro.

“mph..ngh” “T-Toji fuck me already.. a-ah..” you said as he kept fingering your aching hole.

The humid air in the truck clunged to your skin like a second layer. Toji's fingers plunged deeper into your slick pussy, curling just right to stroke that spot that made your thighs quake. You bucked against his hand, panties shoved aside as his thumb circled your swollen clit with deliberate pressure.

He chuckled low, as he leaned in closer, his free hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “So impatient, huh? Been teasin' me all summer, and now you can't wait for my cock?” His breath was hot against your ear, lips brushing the lobe before he nipped it sharply. You whimpered, nodding frantically, your nails digging into his broad shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Toji brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that sent fresh heat pooling between your legs. “Taste like trouble, doll.” He shifted in the driver's seat, unzipping his jeans with one hand while the other kept you pinned in place. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. It throbbed in his fist as he stroked himself once, twice, eyes locked on your exposed core.

“Mngh, please,” you gasped, your voice breaking as you reached for him, fingers wrapping around his length. He was hot and heavy in your palm, pulsing with need. You pumped him slowly, thumb swiping over the slit to spread the slickness, earning a hiss from between his teeth.

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” he grabbed your hips, yanking you onto his lap. The leather seat creaked under your combined weight, your knees straddling his thighs as you hovered above him. His hands roamed up your sides, shoving your top up to expose your breasts, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. He pinched one, rolling it until you arched into his touch, a moan spilling from your lips.

Without warning, he aligned himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging your soaked lips apart. “Gonna fill you up, make you forget all those warnings from your granny.” He thrust up hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Your pussy stretched around him, walls clenching tight as you cried out, the burn of the intrusion mixing with overwhelming pleasure. He was so deep, pressing against your cervix, every inch claiming you.

Toji's hands clamped on your ass, guiding you as you started to ride him. His cock dragged along your inner walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over, sparks of ecstasy shooting through your core. “That's it, take it all feels like your pussy's grippin' me like it never wants to let go.”

You leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as you ground down harder. One of his hands slid between you, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing in tight circles that made your rhythm falter. Stars burst behind your eyelids; you were close, so close, the coil in your belly winding tighter with every thrust.

But Toji wasn't done playing. He flipped you suddenly, ass up and face pressed against the passenger seat. The cool air hit your overheated skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he positioned himself behind you. “Look at this pretty ass,” he growled, delivering a sharp smack that made you yelp and push back toward him. His palm soothed the sting, then spread your cheeks, exposing you fully.

He teased your entrance with his cockhead, sliding it up and down your slit before slamming back in. This angle let him go even deeper, his hips snapping forward with relentless force. You braced against the seat, moaning into the leather as he fucked you raw, the truck's suspension groaning in protest. “Gonna cum inside you, flood this tight little pussy. Bet you'd look good all swollen with my kid.” His words were filthy, laced with that dangerous edge, but they only pushed you higher, your body betraying any sense of caution.

The pressure built unbearably, your walls fluttering around him. “Toji—oh god, I'm gonna—“ Your orgasm crashed over you like a summer storm, pussy spasming as you soaked his cock, juices dripping down your thighs. He didn't stop, pounding through your climax, his own release barreling down.

Toji buried himself deep, cock twitching as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum into you. It filled you to overflowing, leaking out around him as he ground against your ass, milking every drop. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed trickle from your abused hole with a satisfied smirk. “Fuck, that's a sight.” Gentle now, he helped you sit up, tucking you against his chest. His fingers combed through your hair, a rare tenderness breaking through the roughness.

But as the high faded, reality crept in. Your grandmother's words echoed in your mind—city boys like him, they take what they want and leave. Toji's phone buzzed on the dash, a text from some girl back in the city lighting up the screen. He glanced at it, jaw tightening, then silenced it without a word.

“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “We'll figure this out.” You wanted to believe him, even as doubt gnawed at the edges. The summer heat had scorched you both, but winters—and goodbyes—loomed on the horizon.

Later that night

The mist had rolled in thicker by the time you stumbled out of the truck, legs still shaky from the ride. Toji's arm was slung around your waist, possessive and steady, as you trudged toward your family's old farmhouse. Inside, the kitchen light was dim, your grandmother long asleep. You led him to your room upstairs, the creaky stairs betraying your secrecy. The air was cooler here, but Toji's presence heated it right back up. He kicked the door shut, backing you against it with a hunger that hadn't dimmed.

“Mm.. Not done with you yet,” he said, voice rough as he stripped off your clothes. Your bra hit the floor, followed by your skirt, leaving you bare under his gaze. He shed his own shirt, revealing the scarred, muscled expanse of his torso—marks from a life you could only guess at.

You dropped to your knees before he could move, hands fumbling with his belt. His cock was already half-hard again, springing free as you freed it. You licked a stripe up the underside, then took him into your mouth Toji’s head thudded back against the door, a groan escaping as you sucked him deep your tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive slit, while your hand stroked what you couldn't swallow.

“Shit, your mouth's as good as that pussy.” His fingers tangled in your hair you bobbed faster, saliva dripping down your chin, the wet sounds filling the quiet room. He swelled thicker on your tongue, veins pulsing, until he pulled you off with a pop.

“Bed, princess” You scrambled up, lying back on the worn quilt, legs parting instinctively. Toji crawled over you, caging you in with his arms. He kissed you slow this time, exploratory, before trailing his mouth down your neck, sucking marks into your collarbone. His teeth grazed your breasts, latching onto a nipple and tugging until you keened.

He settled between your thighs, cock nudging your entrance once more. This time, he entered you inch by inch, letting you feel the stretch anew. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back as he bottomed out. He fucked you steady, deep rolls of his hips that ground his pubic bone against your clit.

The bedframe rattled softly, a rhythm building as pleasure coiled tight again. Toji's hand slipped between you, fingers pinching your clit, while his mouth claimed yours in a bruising kiss. You came undone beneath him, crying his name into the night, your pussy milking him until he followed, spilling inside you with a shuddering breath.

Exhausted, you curled into his side, his arm heavy over your hip. “I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered into the dark. “I love you. Ain't leavin' you like that.” But as his breathing evened out, his phone buzzed again from his pocket on the floor. You didn't look, but the seed of worry took root.

The morning after

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Toji was gone when you woke, the bed cold beside you. Panic rose as you bolted upright, pulling on a robe and rushing downstairs.

He was in the kitchen, pouring coffee, your grandmother eyeing him warily from her chair (she never liked the idea of you going out w him) “Mornin', sleepyhead,” he grinned, sliding a mug your way. She side eyed but said nothing, her gaze flicking between you two.

“Where you off to today?” you asked, trying to keep your voice light.

Toji's expression darkened for a split second. “Got some business back in the city. But I'll be back by nightfall. Promise.” He pulled you close, kissing you soundly in front of her, staking his claim.

As he left, truck rumbling down the dirt road, you touched your stomach, wondering if his words held weight—or if this hot summer's day was just the start of a heartbreak your grandmother had warned about. But for now, the ache between your legs and the warmth in your chest kept hope alive.

*gulp* hey so i tried writing something different 🥲 i tried!! Idk about a second part tbh.

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boxer!sukuna being THE girl dad

Everything started a morning before school.

You’re in the kitchen when you hear your daughter complaining from the living room.

“Daaadaaa my hair is messy.”

You peek around the corner and see Sukuna staring at her like she just handed him a physics exam.

“So fix it.”

“I can’t…”

Silence.

He sighs.

She climbs onto the couch in front of him.

Now this 6’3 boxer is holding a tiny pink brush like it might explode.

He starts brushing her hair very slowly.

Your daughter immediately says:

“You’re doing it wrong dada”

Sukuna pauses.

“…Then do it yourself.”

“I can’t see the back.”

He exhales through his nose and keeps trying.

You come back five minutes later.

Her hair looks like:

- half braid

- half knot

- slightly sideways

Your daughter looks proud.

“Dada did it!”

You try not to laugh.

Sukuna notices your expression.

“…Say it.”

“It’s… creative.”

That night after she goes to bed, you catch him watching a hair braiding tutorial on his phone.

You lean on the doorway.

“Are you actually studying braids?”

Without looking up he mutters:

“Shut up.”

But he keeps watching.

So a few weeks later

He’s actually good at it now.

Your daughter sits between his knees while he braids her hair before school.

She’s rambling about something random.

“…and Mia said dinosaurs are fake but that’s not true because—”

Sukuna hums quietly while braiding.

“Mm.”

You watch from the kitchen like:

This terrifying man is doing braids..

His favorite becomes two braids because it’s the easiest.

But your daughter once asks:

“Can you do a princess braid?”

Sukuna stares at the picture on her tablet.

“That’s six braids.”

She nods happily.

You whisper from behind him:

“Good luck.”

One morning she looks in the mirror after he finishes braiding her hair.

Her eyes light up.

“Dada it’s perfect!”

Sukuna shrugs like it’s nothing.

“Obviously, i made it.”

But when she runs off to show you, you see him glance at the her for a second.

Just to check if the braid is really straight.

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boxer-kuna heals me in so many ways

same!!! love him smm🌝 writing him heal some parts of me

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could you do one where it’s boxer sukuna but also boxer reader ? if that’s okay i do boxing so id love to see that !

ohhh sure!! It would be so cute imo🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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boxer!sukuna and his gf at one of his matches

based on this request: 💌💌

He spotted you before the bell even rang.

Not because you were trying to get his attention—you never really had to—but because you were… impossible to miss. Front row, standing on your toes, wearing that stupid oversized shirt with his face printed on it and the ink was already cracking from how often you’d worn it.

And the sign.

God, that sign.

“KUNA, BEAT HIS ASS!!!”

Big, messy letters. Glitter on the edges. Completely unserious.

He exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders as he leaned back against the ropes. Someone in his corner was talking—strategy, probably—but he wasn’t listening anymore.

You caught his eye and immediately lit up, like that was the only thing you came for.

“DON’T GET HIT!!” you yelled, like that was an option.

He clicked his tongue, looking away like you were annoying.

But his jaw tightened a little.

He hated that you came to his matches.

Not because he didn’t want you there, he loved seeing you there, but you cared too much for his likes.

Every time he took a hit—no matter how small—you’d flinch like you felt it yourself. You’d complain after, fingers brushing over bruises like you could erase them if you tried hard enough.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you’d always say, quiet and pouting, like it was that simple.

And he’d always shrug it off.

Because he did have to.

Because this was his thing.

Before he could finish what he was thinking the bell rang.

By the second round, the crowd was loud, but you were louder.

“KUNA, WATCH YOUR LEFT!”

“YES!! YE—THAT ONE—DO THAT AGAIN—”

People around you were laughing, hyping you up, feeding into your energy. You didn’t care. You were fully standing on your seat now, gripping your sign like it mattered.

He landed a clean hit—sharp, precise—and you lost it.

“THAT’S MY MAN!!!”

He froze for half a second.

Not visibly. No one else noticed.

But you did.

Because his head tilted just slightly in your direction, like he heard that one line through everything else.

And then he went back in harder.

It didn’t last much longer after that.

It never did.

He always end it clean—efficient, controlled, like always. The other guy hit the mat, and the ref stepped in, and the whole place erupted.

But Sukuna didn’t celebrate.

He just stood there, breathing steady, eyes already scanning.

Already looking for you.

And you were already pushing through the small crowd near the barrier, trying to get closer, your sign half-bent now.

“Kuna!” you called, softer this time.

He walked over, ignoring the people trying to get his attention, the cameras, the noise. His gloves were still on, wraps tight, a faint bruise already forming near his cheekbone.

You saw it immediately.

Your smile dropped.

“—you got hit,” you said, like you were personally offended.

He huffed, leaning down slightly over the ropes. “It’s nothing woman.”

“It’s not nothing,” you shot back, frowning as your fingers hovered near his face, not quite touching. “You said you wouldn’t—”

“I said I wouldn’t lose.”

You paused.

Because… yeah.

He didn’t.

For a second, neither of you said anything.

Then you sighed, shoulders dropping, and finally smiled again—small this time.

“you still did good.”

He stared at you like that wasn’t enough.

Like he needed something else.

You noticed. Of course you did.

Your grin came back, brighter, standing on tiptoe to put your hands around his neck and give him a kiss.

“Fine. You did amazing. Scary, even. Very ‘beat his ass’ of you.”

He snorted quietly, shaking his head gently caressing your waist.

“Go home,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it.

“No baby, come with me.” you said and looked at him with a pout.

He didn’t answer right away.

Just reached out—gloved hand clumsy—and flicked your forehead.

“Whiny brat” he said.

You beamed.

“Mhm, only for you.”

And he looked away again.

But this time, he couldn’t hide the slight smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

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Sukuna vs fictional men

Sukuna came home smelling like sweat and disinfectant, gym bag slung over one shoulder, knuckles wrapped and bruised like always. The apartment was quiet—too quiet.

Then he heard it.

Soft music. Sparkly sound effects. A suspiciously dramatic voice line.

He paused in the hallway.

“Babe?” Sukuna said peeking around the corner.

You were sitting on the couch, phone in hand, tapping through the screen your fingers were moving at lightning speed—picking choices, trying to get the perfect outcome.

“Hi baby” he said gently patting your hair.

You didn’t even bother to respond right away, just tapping through the next dialogue box.

“Hey,” his voice was louder now, more direct.

You still didn’t look up.

“Whatchu playin’?” he asked, leaning over the back of the couch, his shadow looming over your phone screen.

You finally glanced up at him, just for a second. “Nothing.”

His lips quirked into a half-smirk, his usual sarcastic expression. “Doesn’t seem ‘nothing’ to me.”

You sighed, still trying to act nonchalant. “It’s just a game.. Love and Deepspace.”

“That’s one of those weird, romance-type things, innit?”

Your face went hot, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing it bothered you. “It’s story-based. And not like you’d understand.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Why this dude has white hair and red eyes like me?” He said with a stoic face.

“First of all you have pink hair, second thing his name is sylus and yeah you two look similar.” You chuckled.

“Mh really?” he said, getting closer and closer to the phone.

“Y-yeah- WHY ARE YOU GETTING CLOSER” you suddenly pulled away, putting the phone on your chest as if to hide it.

“I just want to see this “lookalike” of mine.” He said with his usual smirk.

“No kuna, im playing i cant show it, and there are other guys too in the game its not only sylus.” You said already focused on the game.

“Other what.” He said in a pissed tone.

“Guys, like other love interest-“ you were so lost in the game that you didn't notice how he had been watching you for 5 minutes.

“Gimme this.” He said picking up your phone.

“SUKUNA GIVE ME THE PHONE” you yelled at him, while he seems literally UNBOTHERED about you yelling at him and trying to reach his hand.

He was observing the game, tapping cautiously as the conversation continued in the game, as he read some of the conversations in a MOCKING tone.

“‘Kunaaaa..” you whined at him.

“This guy says ‘I’ll protect you’? From what. Low battery?”

You try again to reach your phone unsuccessfully while he lifts your phone far from you.

For a moment you saw..

“Whats this-“ *click*

“‘KUNA YOU MADE A CHOICE WHAT THE HELL!!” You yelled angrier this time.

“Ah ops.”

“Even the worst one…” you said putting your hands in your hair.

“Why did it sound disappointed?”

“You ruined it.”

He freezes, offended. “It’s the game’s fault.”

In this moment you finally snatch the phone back and shoo him away.

“Don’t play it when I’m around.” (He absolutely will sit nearby anyway.) “And anyway i wasn’t mad about the game. I was mad you ignored me.”

You mocked him as he walks away “So sassy today ‘Kuna” as you continue playing the game.

MERRY CHRISTMAS YALL!! To who celebrate and who dont i wish a happy holidays !! I wanted to write this sooo much <3

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childhood bsf!sukuna realizing he always loved you

Sukuna had never learned how to remember a life without you in it.

By the time college rolled around, the two of you had already shared everything else: scraped knees, half-finished homework, secrets whispered under blankets during sleepovers your parents still teased you about. The transition from childhood to adulthood hadn’t changed the shape of your presence in his life—it had only made it quieter, subtler.

You were still there.

You sat across from him in the campus café, sleeves pushed up as you talked with your hands, explaining something he wasn’t really listening to. Sukuna nodded at the right moments anyway. He always did. Listening to you had never required effort; it was as automatic as breathing.

People assumed you were together.

Yall weren’t.

That had always been the joke. Someone would ask, “So how long have you two been dating?” and you’d laugh while Sukuna scoffed, rolling his eyes like the idea was ridiculous. He’d say something sharp, something dismissive, and the topic would die there.

It worked.

It always had.

Until it didn’t.

College introduced change in small, irritating ways. New people. New routines. New names you mentioned casually—classmates, lab partners, someone who sat next to you in lectures. Sukuna told himself it didn’t matter. You’d always had other people around you.

So why did he notice when you stopped saving him a seat?

Why did it bother him when you came back to the dorm later than usual, smiling at your phone?

He tried to drown the feeling in familiarity. Late-night ramen runs. Walking you home out of habit. Sitting beside you on the couch while you studied, your knees brushing, neither of you acknowledging it. These were normal things. They had always been normal.

But one night, you fell asleep there—head tipped against his shoulder, breathing slow and even.

Sukuna froze.

The weight of you wasn’t heavy. It never had been. What unsettled him was how natural it felt, how his body adjusted without thought, how his arm lifted slightly as if it had been waiting years for permission.

He didn’t move for a long time.

Memories crept in uninvited: holding your hand crossing streets when you were kids, standing between you and anything loud or dangerous, the way he always knew when you were upset before you said a word.

None of it had felt special at the time.

Now it felt unavoidable.

It hit him all at once—not like lightning, but like gravity. Like something constant he’d built his life around without ever naming it. Sukuna realized that every version of his future he could imagine had you in it by default.

And the idea of that not being true—

Terrified him.

When you stirred awake, blinking sleep from your eyes, you smiled at him without hesitation. The same smile you’d always given him. The one that assumed he’d still be there tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that.

Sukuna looked away first.

He didn’t say anything. Not yet. Loving you wasn’t loud or dramatic—it was old, ingrained, stubborn. Something that had grown alongside him, unnoticed, until it was too large to ignore.

He would figure it out.

He always did, right?

But for the first time in his life, Sukuna knew one thing with complete certainty:

You weren’t just part of his past.

You were the person he was afraid of losing.

Sukuna had never been the jealous type.

That was what he told himself, anyway. He didn’t care who you talked to, who you studied with, who laughed at your jokes. You’d always had people orbiting you. That had never changed.

So this shouldn’t have mattered.. he thought.

And yet, he noticed everything.

He noticed the way you lingered after class now, backpack slung loose over one shoulder as you waited for someone who wasn’t him. He noticed the unfamiliar name slipping into your stories more often. He noticed how you smiled—small, polite, but different—when your phone buzzed.

Each detail lodged itself under his skin.

He told himself it was stupid. Possessive. Unreasonable. You weren’t his. You never had been.

Still, when he showed up outside your dorm one evening out of habit and found you already leaving with someone else, something cold settled in his chest.

“Oh—Sukuna,” you said, surprised. “I was just heading out.”

He nodded, jaw tight. “Yeah. I can see that.”

The guy beside you greeted him easily, like Sukuna was just another background character in your life. That was what hurt the most—not the presence of someone else, but how normal it looked.

You hesitated. “We’ll catch up later, okay?”

Sukuna shrugged. “Do whatever you want.”

He walked away before you could hear the edge in his voice.

That night, the quiet was unbearable.

Your absence echoed louder than any argument ever had. Sukuna paced his room, irritation twisting into something darker. This wasn’t anger at you. It was anger at himself—for assuming constancy where none was promised, for building his world around someone who was allowed to choose differently.

He remembered being six years old, standing in the rain because you’d said you were scared to walk home alone. Twelve years old, punching a boy for calling you annoying. Seventeen, sitting beside you during a family argument because you didn’t want to be alone.

He’d always been there.

When had that turned into expectation?

The next time he saw you, days later, things felt… off. You talked, but cautiously. Like you were worried about stepping on something fragile between you. That bothered him more than the jealousy ever had.

“So,” you said eventually, fiddling with your sleeve. “You’ve been weird.”

He scoffed. “You’re imagining things.”

“Maybe,” you said softly. “But you didn’t even look at me yesterday.”

That stopped him.

Sukuna exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You ever realize,” he said, voice low, “that you’ve always just… assumed I’d be there?”

You frowned. “Because you always are.”

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s the problem.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and uncertain. He didn’t look at you when he spoke again.

“I don’t know when it happened,” he said. “Or how. But somewhere along the line, you stopped being just… familiar.”

Your breath hitched, barely audible.

“And now,” Sukuna continued, jaw clenched, “every time I think about you not choosing me—about you walking away like it wouldn’t wreck my entire routine—it feels wrong. Like the world’s misaligned.”

Finally, he met your eyes.

“I’m not good at this,” he added. “I don’t need anything from you. I just—needed you to know.”

It wasn’t a grand confession. No declarations, no promises.

Just truth, laid bare.

You didn’t speak right away. When you did, your voice was quiet but steady. “You know,” you said, “I never assumed you’d stay. I just hoped you wanted to.”

For the first time, Sukuna didn’t have a sharp reply ready.

He swallowed.

“Yeah,” he said. “I do.”

The tension didn’t disappear. Things weren’t suddenly simple. But as you stood there together—shoulders almost touching, years of shared history pressing close—Sukuna knew something had shifted.

Not broken.

And somehow, that made all the difference.

Some weeks later.

Sukuna didn’t plan it.

That was obvious in the way he showed up outside your building later that week, hands shoved into his pockets, expression set like he was bracing for impact rather than a conversation. He’d told himself a dozen times that he could wait—that things were fine as they were now.

They weren’t.

You opened the door, surprise flickering across your face. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replied. “Can we talk?”

You stepped aside without hesitation.

Inside, the silence was familiar but different now—less strained, more expectant. You sat across from him, waiting. You always had been good at that. Giving him space. Letting him find the words in his own time.

He exhaled slowly.

“I don’t want to keep circling this,” Sukuna said. “I don’t want you guessing anymore.”

Your fingers tightened together in your lap.

“I’m in love with you,” he said plainly.

No buildup. No softening. Just truth.

Your breath caught.

“It didn’t happen suddenly,” he continued, voice steady but low. “It’s been there for a long time. I just didn’t recognize it for what it was because it looked like everything else we’d always had.”

He looked at you then, really looked—like he was ready to accept whatever came next.

“I love you,” he repeated. “Not out of habit. Not because you’ve always been here. I love you because you’re you. Because when I imagine my life without you in it, it feels wrong in a way nothing else ever has.”

The room felt impossibly quiet.

“I’m not saying this to trap you,” he added quickly. “And I’m not expecting you to say it back just because I did. I just—” He paused, jaw tightening. “I needed to be honest. You deserve that.”

You stared at him, heart racing, emotions crashing over each other too fast to separate. All the moments you’d questioned. All the silences you’d filled with doubt.

“So that’s where you stand,” you said softly.

“Yeah,” Sukuna said. “That’s where I stand.”

You took a breath, steadying yourself. “I don’t feel like I’m losing you anymore,” you said. “And I think… I think that’s because I’ve been standing in the same place. Just afraid to admit it.”

His eyes widened just slightly.

“I love you too,” you said, smiling softly at him.

“I just didn’t know if I was allowed to want more than what we already had…”

Something in Sukuna finally eased—like a tension he’d carried for years loosened all at once. He nodded once, slow and sure.

“You always were,” he said.

This time, when you sat closer, it wasn’t accidental. When his hand brushed yours, he didn’t pull away. Neither of you rushed anything—no sudden promises, no dramatic declarations.

He just cupped your cheek and slowly kissed you, just to clarify that now you were his..and he was yours.

Just two people who had finally said the thing that had always been there.

Out loud.

AAA happy new year guysss!!! Even if im late 🥹 this was rushed ik.. im planning to post a smau too, bc i know that after those holidays im gonna be so busy☹️.

don’t repost,copy or translate my work -sturduststrails

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hi! i love ur smau’s and was wondering where you make them at?

hii!! thank you so much <3 i make them on Memi Message. I have an Iphone so idk if its available for other phones tho!<3

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texts w boxer!sukuna as his gf

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WAIT HEAR ME OUT boxer sukuna and reader is at his matches with a shirt with his face on it and a big sign with his name screaming like "BEAT HIS ASS" vibes PLEASE I BEG IF YOU HEAR MY PLEA (only if u want ofc)

omg sure<33 and thanks for asking!! i always love hear ppl ideasss 🤏🏻🤏🏻