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Full Nelson with aang full Nelson with aang full Nelson with aang😖😖😖😖 in front of a mirror and he’s just moaning in your ear about how much he needed this and he’s just very pussydrunk and you’re a fucked out mess
hi anon! i started this yesterday and finished it during my lunch break. eye (intentional spelling) have mixed feelings about it but I'm still proud of it. i hope you like it 😭
aang knows he should have said something first, at least clue you in to his rapidly fraying thoughts, but the sight of you in the mirror, bouncing on his cock, moans spilling out broken and unabashed, he'll honestly admit that it rendered his higher brain function completely non existent.
spirits; he's missed you so much and didn't think he'd ever have you in his bed again, in his arms again after the fight, after the tearful breakup. but you're here now, and he wants more; he feels so greedy. he was so tired of spending nights fisting his cock with frustrated tears running down his cheeks, your panties bunched in the same fist and dragging delicious friction down his aching shaft.
he shifts his position, lying flat on his back now instead of sitting up. you don't think much of it because he always did love laying back to watch you ride him. but when his hands slip under your legs and hook under your knees to pull you up so you're back to chest, the air leaves your lungs in a startled yelp.
"aang, what are y-"
"just let me have this, please." he kisses the back of your head before his fingers lock behind your neck.
the words die on your tongue, replaced with a choked out scream as he starts drilling into you, cock spearing your cunt with a precision that has you panting, drool falling from your mouth and trailing down your chest.
"ah-aang, slow down!"
"ngh, not yet." he grunts. "when I've had my fill, missed you so much, sweet girl."
"i know, baby; I missed you too." you try to shift, but he has you caged in his tight hold, grip unyielding as he jackhammers into you. your dazed eyes find the mirror again, watching yourself through slits at how exposed you are; it's the perfect angle, showing where you're joined and how you're split from slit to hole on his dick.
"yeah, gonna take me back then? say you will." he pleads through gritted teeth, and when you answer with a "yes," that practically rips itself from your throat you feel his cock twitch inside you, the veins on his shaft pulsing against your walls like a heartbeat.
he spits out a curse in the dead language you're still trying to understand before he slams you down on his shaft, fingers locking tighter to keep you in place. your legs shake as you feel your orgasm approaching; you kick your feet out and wiggle your hips in hopes he'll give you some breathing room, you feel like you might burst, as if your tummy will collapse if you stay as you are.
you don't even get the time to tell him because, like dynamite to a dam, his next stroke has your juices soaking his cock, splashing across the sheets just as he groans in your hair and his balls draw up. he pumps his seed into you, trembling when your walls clench tight, the convulsions milking him dry, squeezing every last drop of his cum into you until it's just trickling like a leaky faucet.
he sags further into the bed, releasing his hold on you, and you collapse onto his chest like a marionette with its strings cut. You feel his heartbeat thudding against your back and you swear you feel it skip a beat when you turn to look at him, chin resting on the back of your hands.
"where'd you learn to do that, sir?" you raise an eyebrow.
"hey, let's take a nap."
you jab a finger in his ribs, making him jolt. "answer the question."
summary: you needed nerdjo to tutor you, it wasn't until a party did you realize how much you liked him. things escalated,TWT LINKS smut sex, somewhat public sex. fingering. making out, motions of alcohol.
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physics was kicking your ass. you couldn't fail this class, so after signing up for tutoring sessions, you found yourself spending far too much time with gojo.
the dim lighting of the library made your head groggy. you could barley stay awake as he continued to attempt to teach you.
"y/n.. I know this isn't your favorite thing, but im tryin' to help you out." he spoke, his voice was calming in a sense too, making your eyes close like gates.
"hey.." he said softly, you felt his hand on your back, you raised your head. you took in his figure. alone gojo was pretty beautiful. but without this whole tutor gig you would've probably never known of his existence. so for this you were grateful, in some ways he was eye candy, but also a nice genuine guy to count on.
"Im listening.." you yawned.
after the verbal confirmation, gojo taught you all you needed to know until your brain was filled to the brim.
you straightened your back, "okay, lets call it a night, im too tired." you said, stretching and yawning.
"ok how about we finish up this unit tomorrow then?" he tilted his head and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
you shook your head no, "sorry buddy.. gots plans tomorrow." you said, and it wasn't a lie. you had been invited to this party at your friends spacious apartment like a week ago. you had been looking forward to it since.
"oh okay.. oh wait" he said with a laugh, "I have plans too I guess, im willing to give them up to hang with you but, seems ill be doing something else as well."
you wondered what else he could be doing, your head also lingered on the fact that he is willing to cancel plans to tutor you. he is such a good helper! you thought.
and so after that you parted ways. but secretly, after all your tutoring sessions, your mind wandered around him. but surely it was just because he is such a good teacher.
the party came quicker than you would've thought, pregaming with friends went buy quickly. you were going for a slightly under the influence look tonight. along with sexy attire.
your uber ws there before you knew it, you and your friends all cramped up in the car.
"fuck I can't wait to make out with someone tonight.." one of the girls exclaimed, all your friends laughed and agreed.
you felt the same way, but you didn't want to make out with just anyone.
after the trip you found yourself walking into the building and up to the apartment, the music grew louder the closer you got. for some odd reason you felt nervous.
walking through the doors girls laughed and hugged with people you had never seen before, you introduced yourself but you felt slightly out of place. you forced yourself to shake off the nerves and go to the kitchen for a little pick me up.
as you turned the corner you ran face first into something rock solid, you staggered back slightly losing your footing until someone caught you. their hands around your waist holding you balenced.
"y/n?" a familiar voice said through the loud atmosphere. your eyes bolted up to find mr tutor himself. gojo satoru.
except, he didn't look himself. still sporting his glasses and all, but something about him was changed, maybe it was his demeanor. you felt suddenly aware of his hands still on your waist even though you were on your feet.
"oh hi!! didn't expect to see you here." you said honestly.
he bent over to hear you talk, his ear close to your mouth, his head almost in the divot of your collar bone. you were aware of how close he was.
he shifted to speak into your ear, you felt his breath on your skin, "what? im too nerdy to go to parties?" he laughed. it sent chills over your skin.
nervous you tripped over your words, "nonono, I didn't mean it like that I swear."
"hey hey no worries, just remember to be kind to me.." he acted to be hurt by your words his hands covering his heart. "Im the reason you do so good in school, right?" he teased.
your mind went blank, choosing to just laugh it off you moved around his body. since when was he ever this big? "im gonna get a drink.. I'll see you around ok?" and with that you walked away from him and to the kitchen.
since when did nerdy gojo make you feel like this. you were so hot it felt like you needed open air to cool off. opting for a shot instead. since when was he so.. hot? why did him teasing you so much make your core burn.
"hey!" your friend said from beside you, you didn't move, just greeted her and pulled your composure together. "who was that babe you were talking to?" he said. it was then that you turned to face her.
"haha gojo?" you questioned. almost like you were making a joke of it. no way it could be him.
"uhhh sure.." she looked at you crazy, "if the guy with the glasses and white hair is gojo then yes."
you didnt say anything at all, you just shrugged, offputtingly.
"oook then," she said as she turned away. "im gonna go talk to gojo then.."
her words burned a sensation you didn't know you would feel. especially not for your tutor. as you watched from a distance, your chest felt tight with jealousy.
he's your tutor. not hers, he didn't even know his name. she wouldn't even know who he is if you hadn't ran into him.
you tried to swallow your pride, its not like hes yours. you couldn't. you took your cracked dignity and strutted over to them. when you got there she was laughing up a storm, pushing herself on him.
"hey!" you said, almost shouting, "can I grab ya for a sec?"
he turned to face you, his expression practically lighting up at your presence.
you pulled him away from the crowd and to a less popular hallway. the colorful LEDs still shading your face but it was less vibrant. he looked stunning, slightly sweaty to the point of glow.
"hey I gotta say, thanks for saving me that chick was all over me.." he laughed. his words burned in your chest. were girls always like this with him, and you just didn't notice? how come you didn't notice? just because he was your nerdy tutor. you could have as well been blind.
"since when did you get so hot?" you said out loud before it was too late.
his face grew a shade of peach, like he was flustered by your words. his eyebrows raised, and his mouth parted like he gasped.
the moment stilled between you, the lights and music in slow motion. your nerves stood on end.
"fuck me.." he cursed himself as he took a step to you. his head dipping to yours, his hand coming up on your cheek. his mouth found yours. hesitantly almost, you reciprocated the kiss. he hummed with a new found confidence.
your mouths meshed, his tongue brushing over your lips. you parted them, his wet tongue searching through your mouth. he hummed into your mouth, his hands on your body, feeling up and down. he parted, "come with me." he spoke quickly.
you didn't answer him before he forcefully dragged you further down the long hallway. pulling you into the bathroom. he locked the door behind you.
"is this okay?" he said, while he closed the space between you again. his hands finding your hips.
"just kiss me." you ordered as you tilted your head up to him.
and so he did, he pushed you flush against the door. grabbing your jaw he moved your mouth to his, more forcefully this time. he hummed into your mouth. your tongue mushing against his. your saliva mixing.
"fuck gojo.." you moaned. his frame being so much larger than yours you grabbed onto his hips for support.
his mouth parted from yours, his hands onto of yours he dragged your palms down to his forming tent. "feel how badly I want you." he said face next to your ear, "been plotting on your since the first day I met you.. so fucking pretty." he moved his hands to your shirt now, pulling there fabric over your head.
"is all of this okay?" he asked, you answered him "yes please.."
you whined, craving more, he took your bra off with a switch motion, his mouth now licking at your skin. lapping at your hardening nipples. your mouth hung open at his action.
"need.. more, please.." you gasped for air, begging for your core to be satisfied.
"yes.. ok.." he said, pushing his glasses up on his nose, you realized now how flushed he was, how hot and riled up you had gotten him.
he belt over slightly and pulled your pants down, moving your panties to the side, you grabbed onto him as you lost your balance. head faint from the pent up sensation. "gojo.." you moaned.
"call me satoru.." he said quickly while his hands how pushed through your folds.
"sat-!oru.." you moaned. his big fingers dragged up and down through for sopping pussy, his middle finger stopping and circling your clit. you grabbed onto his bicep. your nails digging into his flesh. you gasped at his finger prodding at your entrance. circling your empty hole. his digit then pushing its way into you. you felt faint gasping for air. he fingered you softly, then picking up pace.
"fuccckk me..." you moaned.
apparently gojo doesn't pick up on expressions.
in one swift motion, he bent you over the counter top. freeing his cock from his pants he pushed his clothes out of the way.
"so fucking pretty.. gosh.." he dragged his cock through your soaking pussy. your hole clenching around nothing. until it ws filled with his length. so much, you held your hand to the mirror, looking for anything to grab onto.
"you got it.. I know it hurts baby.. itll feel good baby.." he said holding still, bringing his finger circling your cunt. you jerked at the motion. then rolling his hips when you spasmed. "can't help myself.." he moaned, bringing your back up, holding on to your boobs at he fucked you on his cock. his length pounding into your clenching walls.
you felt close now. you held onto anything you could, attempting to reach out. "dont run from it, cmon.."
he then pulled you up, your legs hanging in the air, your back flush against his chest. "ah! fuck!" you moaned.
"satoru.. I-im close.." you gasped, his cock rushing in and out of you, now with the help of gravity. your body too connected. he could feel your walls closing around him.
"I- I know baby.." he said.
"fuc.." you shook as your orgasm his you. your pussy cumming on his cock. your head falling on his shoulder, him still holding you up. your moaned sweet whines into his ear without realizing it.. he held himself back to set you down before he came on your ass.
after gaining composure he wiped you off and put some of your clothes back on your body.
"no bed needed" he attempted to joke with you. so exhausted you giggled and then lost your balance for the fifth time tonight. he caught you, your bodies flush against each other.
"lets get you out of here," he said picking you up. safe to say you were in good arms for the rest of the night.
he also made you finish the unit the next day. all you could think about was his cock while he mumbled on about your science unit.
After a tragic accident erased your memories, you no longer remember the man you married. Unfortunately for you, Ryomen Sukuna remembers everything. And he'll do whatever it takes to make you remember him too.
Everything was so much weird.
When you first opened your eyes, the world was a blur of harsh lights and a rhythmic, annoying beep that made your head throb. A crowd of people were hovering over your bed, their faces twisted into expressions of pure horror and desperation. It felt like they were looking at a ghost or maybe a god that had suddenly fallen from the sky. The moment you blinked and stared back at them with blank, unrecognizing eyes, the room dissolved into quiet, breathless weeping.
You were completely utterly lost. Who was the woman with the dark circles under her eyes calling herself Shoko? Why was she gripping your hand like her entire world was ending? You knew your own name y/n echoed clearly in the empty caverns of your mind, but beyond that single fact, there was only a vast, terrifying void. You understood the modern world. you knew what a smartphone was, you recognized the concept of Wi-Fi, and when you mumbled those details, the doctors in the room let out collective, gasping sighs of relief.
But the real shock came twenty minutes later.
The heavy door to the hospital room burst open with a violent slam. A man lunged inside like a madman, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. You had never seen anyone look like him. His hair was a soft, striking shade of pastel pink so pretty and unexpected that you wondered for a fleeting second if he had dyed it just to stand out. Dark, intricate tattoos mapped across his skin, curling around his sharp cheekbones and framing his eyes. And those eyes... they were a piercing, burning red, swirling with a volatile mixture of terrifying rage and profound, shattering sadness.
You just sat there in your oversized, faded blue hospital gown, looking small and fragile as your confused gaze met his. The man froze, roughly brushing a strand of pink hair out of his face. His clothes were covered in a layer of grey dust and dried grit, looking as though he had sprinted straight off a construction site the second he got the news.
"Fucking... God. Hey, princess... fuck, don't you ever scare me like that again" he breathed, his deep, gravelly voice cracking as he took two massive strides toward your bedside, staring down at you with a desperation that made the air feel heavy.
You shrank back into the pillows, your brow furrowing. Princess? Were you in some bizarre historical simulation? Did kings and horses still exist? No, the blinking medical monitors around you disproved that immediately.
"Mr. Sukuna, please. I need to speak with you in private for a moment" a woman in her mid forties interrupted, her expression incredibly grave as she stepped between you and the huge man. She glanced at the other people lingering by the door. There was a teenage boy, maybe sixteen, who had the exact same pink hair as the tattooed man, his face streaked with tears. Beside him stood another boy with unruly, spiky black hair and a dull, stoic expression that couldn't quite hide the anxiety in his eyes. At the doctor's quiet command, they all slowly filed out into the hallway.
Left alone for a moment, you stared at the stark white walls, the untouched glass of water on the bedside table, and the crushing, dull monotony of the room.
When the door clicked open again, the female physician returned, holding a thick medical chart. The tattooed man followed closely behind her. He tried to offer you a small, reassuring smile, but it looked incredibly strained on his rugged face. His crimson eyes locked onto you, tracking every breath you took as if you might literally vanish into thin air if he dared to look away for a single second.
"Hello, y/n. I am Dr. Jennifer" the woman said kindly, stepping up to the mattress. "Do you know why you were brought here today?"
You frowned, looking between her and the towering man. "No."
The syllable was short and hollow. Beside the doctor, Sukuna’s entire frame stiffened. His jaw clenched so hard a muscle feathered violently beneath his tattoos, his knuckles turning white as he balled his hands into fists.
"Right. But you do remember your name?" she pressed gently.
"Yes... y/n I am Y/N." you answered firmly. You knew the name belonged to you, even if the history attached to it was completely gone.
"And do you know where you are right now?"
"A hospital?"
"Correct" Dr. Jennifer nodded, opening the document in her hands. "Look, I am going to explain exactly what happened, and I need you to listen very carefully, alright?" You gave a small, hesitant nod. "You were in a severe accident yesterday evening. You were walking home from the local market when a car veered off the road and hit you. It is a miracle you walked away with minor physical injuries, but the trauma to your head has caused a severe case of retrograde amnesia. Honestly, it's a surprise you even remember your name right now."
You let out a quiet hum, your eyes drifting down to your own hands resting on the thin blanket. That was when you noticed it a slender, platinum band set with a brilliant, flawlessly cut diamond resting securely on your left ring finger. It looked incredibly expensive, classy, and entirely foreign
So you were married.
"Y/n" Dr. Jennifer’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You snapped your head up to look at her. "This man standing beside me... he is your husband."
The doctor tilted her head toward the giant. He was massive easily over six feet of raw, intimidating muscle, his tattooed face giving him a terrifying, dangerous aura. Your very first instinctual thought was that this man looked incredibly scary.
Sukuna didn't say a word. He just stood there, letting you analyze him, before he offered you a tiny, incredibly vulnerable nod. You tilted your head, staring into his intense red eyes, desperately searching for a single spark of familiarity. Did I really marry this giant?
"His name is Ryomen Sukuna, and he is going to take care of you" the doctor continued, closing her chart. "For the next few weeks, you need to let your brain rest, but you also need to gently stimulate it to try and regain those lost memories. Spending time in a familiar environment, in your own home with your husband, is going to be the best medicine for you."
You nodded mutely. You didn't exactly have a choice. You were being handed over to a complete stranger who happened to hold a legal claim to your entire life.
"Alright then. I wish you a safe and speedy recovery" Dr. Jennifer said with a final, empathetic smile before slipping out of the room.
The heavy silence that followed was suffocating. Sukuna cleared his throat roughly, taking a few slow, tentative steps toward the edge of your bed. He moved with an immense amount of caution, as if he genuinely believed a sudden movement might break you into pieces. He pulled up the small plastic chair, sinking into it.
"Hey" he said softly. Even in a whisper, his voice was incredibly manly, deep, and rough.
"Hello" you replied shortly, your eyes tracking his hands.
To your surprise, his large, scarred fingers were trembling slightly as he fidgeted with them, refusing to meet your eyes. When he finally looked up, you realized the piercing red of his irises was completely glossy, swimming with unshed tears.
"Yo... you're getting discharged today" he choked out, taking a deep, ragged breath as if the mere act of speaking was causing him physical pain. "I'm going to go sign the paperwork, and then I'm taking you to... our house. I'm going to do whatever the fuck it takes to help you remember, princess."
You stared at his rugged, tattooed face for a long moment before letting out a soft, distant hum.
An hour later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of a sleek, black Jeep, The man Sukuna kept his left hand firmly on the steering wheel while his eyes flicked toward you every sixty seconds, his intense gaze making a nervous flutter erupt in your stomach.
You stared out the window, watching the city buildings, sprawling neighborhoods, and vibrant green trees blur past. Intrigued by the warm breeze, you raised your hand, pressing your palm gently against the glass as if you wanted to touch the passing leaves. Instantly, the window smoothly rolled down. Startled, you turned your head to find Sukuna adjusting the master controls, his eyes locked onto you with an unreadable warmth.
"Can I ask you something-" you murmured softly.
"Yes." The answer came incredibly fast, almost desperate. He was hanging on your every word, practically begging for you to speak to him.
"How... how did we meet?" you asked, leaning your elbow on the door frame as the wind whipped through your hair.
"We met in high school" he answered quickly, navigating a sharp turn onto a quiet, "We've been married for seven years."
"High school?" You tilted your head, a faint smile touching your lips as you extended your hand just slightly out into the rushing air. "Were we friends back then?"
"Careful" he commanded firmly, though there was no real heat in his voice. You obediently pulled your hand back inside. A faint, nostalgic softness crept into his red eyes as he looked ahead. "Friends? no. You could say we didn't liked eachother each other when we first met. You thought I was a loud, arrogant mannerless jerk and I thought you were a stubborn, bossy brat."
He smoothly pulled the Jeep into a long brick driveway, coming to a stop in front of a breathtaking, modern two story house. It was painted a crisp, elegant white with sleek charcoal-grey accents, boasting massive, floor to ceiling windows that caught the afternoon sun.
"This is...our house" Sukuna murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "We've been living here for about four years."
He killed the engine, threw his door open, and practically sprinted around the hood of the car to open your door before you could even reach for the handle. He extended a massive, tattooed hand toward you, his palm open and waiting. You stared at his hand, your eyes traveling up the thick muscles of his forearm, before you deliberately stepped down onto the driveway without taking it.
Sukuna’s hand froze in mid-air. You watched his fingers slowly curl back into a fist before he pulled his arm away, a flash of pure, agonizing heartbreak crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a stoic expression.
As your feet hit the pavement, you looked up at the towering structure, desperately begging your brain to spark even a single ounce of familiarity. Nothing came. But as you turned around, you caught a glimpse of the man standing beside you. He was on the absolute verge of tears. His chest was tight, his jaw locked as he stared at you. You were his entire world, his beautiful wife, and yet you were looking at him like he was a total stranger. He suddenly felt a wave of profound hatred for every single time he had ever been mean or stubborn with you in the past, even in jest. He just wanted his girl back. His sweet innocent girl.
"The house is beautiful" you murmured gently, walking toward the porch.
'The house.' Not our house. The detached wording made Sukuna’s jaw clench painfully.
"Of course it is. I built the damn thing" he muttered, following closely behind you.
It was your exact dream house. Years ago, back when you were just broke college students dating in a cramped apartment, you had traced a clumsy design on a napkin, telling him you wanted a modern white house with endless windows, three bedrooms, and a kitchen large enough for the two of you to bake and slow-dance together while listening to old jazz records. Sukuna had kept that napkin. The moment he made his fortune, he hired a crew but did the vast majority of the heavy structural work with his own two hands. He had gifted you the keys on your third wedding anniversary, and he could still vividly remember the way you had wept tears of joy, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him until you were both breathless. He wanted that smile back. He would give anything just to have you look at him the way you used to.
You stepped inside, ignoring the heavy emotion rolling off him. Sukuna quickly gathered your small hospital bags and followed you into the foyer, shutting the door behind him.
Your eyes immediately gravitated toward the kitchen. It was vast, open, and undeniably stunning, featuring a massive quartz island and a huge sliding glass door that opened directly into a manicured backyard garden. The entire layout felt strangely perfect.
"Let me show you... around" Sukuna offered quietly.
He spent the next half hour guiding you through the corridors of what was supposed to be your life. But as he showed you the grand master bedroompointing out the side of the bed where you used to curl into his chest every single night your face remained entirely blank. You felt a twinge of heavy guilt pooling in your stomach. He showed you the living room, drawing your attention to a collection of large, breathtaking canvas paintings hanging on the walls.
"You painted those" Sukuna noted, a faint trace of pride in his rough voice. "You're a brilliant artist, princess."
You blinked in genuine surprise, looking down at your hands. "I drew these?" You were suprised, you don't even remember touching a brush in your life. But this is your new life. New start.
"Yeah." Sukuna stopped at the edge of the hallway, looking down at you with completely bloodshot eyes. He hadn't slept a single second since the hospital called him about your accident. All he wanted to do was wrap his massive arms around your waist, pull you flush against his chest, and bury his face in your hair until the nightmare ended. But he couldn't. "Look... you can sleep in the guest bedroom down the hall, or you can take our bedroom and I'll stay in the guest room. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable you."
"Okay" you hummed softly.
His heart broke a little more at the compliant, distant tone. "I'll go start on some dinner, and then I'll get your medication ready. If you need a single damn thing, you just call out for me, alright? Your clothes are all in the dresser, undergarments in the top drawer, pajamas in the second..."
You nodded, offering him a polite murmur of thanks before retreating into the guest room. You changed into a simple, comfortable t-shirt and sweats. A little while later, his deep voice echoed up the stairs, announcing that dinner was ready. You walked down to the dining room, sitting at the large table like a polite houseguest waiting to be served.
"Do you need help?" Sukuna asked, carefully sliding a steaming bowl of homemade chicken soup and a large spoon toward you. You shook your head, grasping the utensil and taking a quiet sip. He sat across from you, his own bowl entirely untouched as he just stared at your face. "Y/n... you really don't remember a single damn thing about me?"
His voice cracked completely on the last word, the raw vulnerability of a ruthless man exposed right in front of you. You looked up, meeting his glossy red eyes.
"No... I don't. I'm really sorry" you whispered genuinely.
He let out a slow nod, swallowing the lump in his throat as he forced himself to look away. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault."
"Do I... do I have parents? Or friends?" you asked, a sudden curiosity about your own forgotten life bubbling up.
"Yeah. You have parents. Your father—"
"Where are they?" you interrupted quickly, leaning forward. "Do they know I was in an accident? Why aren't they here?"
"They haven't spoken to you in over seven years. Not since the day you married me" Sukuna said, his tone dropping into something cold and bitter.
"Why?"
"Your family is rich as fuck. Extremely strict, arrogant aristocrats" Sukuna explained, his red eyes locking back onto yours. "They completely forbade you from seeing me because I was just a rough, tattooed bastard from the wrong side of the tracks with a criminal record and a unstable future. They told you that if you walked out that door with me, you’d be cut off permanently."
You stared at him, a sudden spark of heat flaring in your chest. "Well, that's so stupid of them. It sounds like a good thing we don't talk to them then."
The sheer, unyielding loyalty in your voice made Sukuna’s lips twitch, a genuine, heartbreaking smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. Even with a wiped memory, his sweet wife still possessed that exact same fiery, protective spirit.
"Yeah" he chuckled hoarsely, letting out a long sigh. "You have an incredible best friend named Shoko. You two are both doctors. you work in the exact same surgical unit at the city hospital. We have a ton of mutual friends we met back in our high school days. And those kids at the hospital? The pink-haired teenager is my nephew, Yuji, and the dark-haired one is Megumi, our friend's kid. They practically worship the ground you walk on, princess. You love those brats to death."
"Can I see them?" you asked, a genuine smile finally breaking across your face.
"Of course. Whenever you want." he promised, his eyes tracking the way your lips curved.
Sukuna let out a sudden, rough snort, a wicked glint flashing in his eyes. "Old or not, woman... you're still completely breathtaking."
A deep, violent blush instantly stained your cheeks. You hadn't been around an attractive man or any man, for that matter in your conscious memory, and having this giant, dangerously handsome individual throw such a raw compliment at you made your heart do a chaotic somersault. You quickly looked down at your soup, missing the way his eyes softened at your reaction.
Over the next three weeks, the fragments of a life began to surround you, even if the puzzle pieces wouldn't quite lock into place.
Yuji and Megumi came over to the house constantly. Yuji spent hours enthusiastically teaching you how to make his signature protein shakes and weird jello molds, his loud laughter filling the quiet house, while Megumi sat nearby with his usual serious expression. But the moment you offered Megumi a soft, encouraging smile, his sharp features would instantly melt into something deeply tender. Yet, beneath their smiles, you could see the underlying sadness in their eyes every time you failed to remember a shared inside joke.
When Shoko finally visited, she broke down completely, throwing her arms around your neck and sobbing into your shoulder. It was a bizarre maybe stupid too, overwhelming feeling being fiercely loved by people you couldn't even remember and a heavy weight of guilt began to settle deep in your chest. You even met Toji, Megumi's father, a tall, stoic man who didn't say much but looked at you with a quiet, profound pity that made you realize just how broken your situation truly was.
And then, there was Sukuna.
Your husband spent every single day patiently guiding you through your routines, driving you past your old university, cooking your favorite meals, and trying every gentle trigger possible. But your mind remained a stubborn, locked vault. Sukuna was growing desperate furious and completely fucked up by the stagnation.
To make matters worse, just one week before the accident, you had playfully taken down every single one of your framed marriage photographs to rearrange the living room gallery wall, hiding them away in a "genius spot" that Sukuna had completely forgotten more like you didn't even told him. He had spent hours frantically tearing the house apart while you were out, searching for a single modern photo of the two of you together.
He was completely unraveling. He couldn't sleep. The woman he loved was sleeping in the room next to him, yet she looked at him with the polite, distant eyes of a stranger. He felt like a ghost haunting his own home. One evening, he sat alone in the dark kitchen and wept the third time he had ever cried in his entire life. The first had been tears of pure joy on your wedding day when he saw you walking the aisle. the second had been out of terror when the ER doctor told him a car had struck you. and now, he was crying simply because he missed his wife so damn much
His phone offered no help either. his gallery was filled entirely with candid photos he had taken of you you stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your head, you laughing in a department store dressing room, or a hilarious picture of you biting into a raw lemon and making a completely disgusted face. He had no photos of the two of you together on his device, you had always been the one insisted on keeping the physical, printed albums. The only joint photos he could find were a few faded, wrinkled prints from your high school days, showing a younger, wilder version of himself wrapping his arms around you from behind while you laughed into the camera. When he showed them to you, you just stared at them blankly. It was killing him.
At the end of the third week, Sukuna was sitting heavily on the living room sofa, completely exhausted after another failed search through the house. He was mindlessly scrolling through the candid photos of you on his phone, a faint, melancholy smile touching his lips. His fingers traced your face on the photo, your bright smile. your bubbly laughter at his most unfunniset jokes, now all of that are vanished.
The heavy front door clicked open. Shoko had taken you out for an afternoon of shopping to get you out of the house, and she had just dropped you off at the curb. You stepped into the foyer, balancing several shopping bags in your arms.
Sukuna instantly locked his phone, shoving it into his pocket as he stood up, his red eyes drinking in the sight of you. "Had fun, princess?"
"Yes, I did. And thank you... for letting me use your credit card" you said softly, walking over to the coffee table and gently sliding the black card back toward him.
"You bought dresses?" he asked, pointing toward the bags. Honestly, he didn't give a single fuck about the money. you could have emptied his entire bank account and he would have gladly signed it away just to see you happy.
"I bought a few things..." You cleared your throat nervously, your fingers twisting together. "But... I actually bought something for you, too."
The words hit his chest like a physical blow. Even with her mind completely wiped, your beautiful, kind soul was still looking out for him. "Really?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Can I see it?"
You gave a small nod, walking over to the couch and tentatively sitting down right next to him. The close proximity made his heart start to hammer against his ribs like a trapped bird.
"I don't know if it's really your style, or if you'll even like it..." you mumbled bashfully, reaching into a small velvet pouch and pulling out a heavy, intricately braided silver bracelet studded with raw, brilliant red stones. "The color... it just immediately reminded me of you. Of your eyes."
You gently reached out, grasping his massive, calloused wrist to drape the metal over his skin. Oh God, if you only knew how fast his heart was racing beneath his chest. Your soft, warm fingers lingering against his pulse point was pure, exquisite torture.
"It looks incredible, Y/n. Thank you." he whispered, a genuine, breathtakingly soft smile spreading across his tattooed face as he looked down at the crimson stones.
"Thank you... for being so incredibly patient with me" you said quietly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Sukuna let out a long, ragged sigh, his hand hovering over yours for a fraction of a second before he pulled back. "I will always be patient with you, princess. Always."
You looked directly into his burning red eyes, and for the first time in three weeks, a warm, genuine smile broke across your face. Sukuna felt his breath hitch. he was entirely certain he was about to pass out from the sheer weight of his love for you.
"Can you stay right here for a bit? I need to go jump in the shower real quick. I'll be fast" he muttered hoarsely, his hand instinctively reaching out to gently ruffle your hair a comforting, domestic habit he had carefully maintained. You let out a soft chuckle at the gesture.
The moment his heavy footsteps disappeared up the stairs and the sound of running water echoed through the pipes, you stood up, wandering aimlessly around the quiet main floor. Your feet pulled you toward the small, cozy library nestled just off the living room. The walls were lined with hundreds of books some ancient leather volumes, others modern art textbooks. You pulled one off the shelf, flipping through the pages before sliding it back into place.
As you stepped back, your eyes caught a glimpse of something hidden on the absolute highest shelf, shoved far back into the shadows near the ceiling. It looked like a massive, heavy frame leaning flat against the back wall, obscured by a decorative ceramic vase. Intrigued, you stood on your tiptoes, stretching your arms up as high as they could go, blindly reaching for the top edge of the wooden frame.
Your fingers caught the molding, but as you pulled, the heavy ceramic vase shifted, losing its balance.
Crash!
The vase shattered against the hardwood floor with a deafening, echoing smash. Startled, you let out a sharp cry, stumbling backward as the massive hidden frame came tumbling down from the top shelf, striking the edge of the desk before landing flat on the rug. The backing of the frame split completely open upon impact, and a massive cascade of loose, glossy photographs erupted across the floor hundreds of them, scattering like playing cards across the room.
You gasped, placing a hand over your racing heart as you looked away from the broken pottery, your eyes drifting down to the sea of images covering the floor.
You froze.
Right at your feet lay a massive, professionally printed portrait. In the photograph, you were sitting securely on Sukuna's lap. You were wearing a breathtaking, flowing white lace wedding dress, holding a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers, and laughing so brightly your eyes were crinkled shut. Sukuna was clad in a sharp, tailored black tuxedo, his massive arms wrapped fiercely around your waist from behind, an absolutely massive, unbothered, triumphant grin plastered across his face.
Your breath hitched violently. You stumbled forward, falling to your knees as your hands frantically snatched up another photo from the pile. In this one, you were hoisted high up on Sukuna's broad shoulders at a crowded, flashing outdoor music festival; your mouth was wide open in a breathless scream of laughter, while his large hands were clamped firmly around your thighs to keep you safe, both of your faces painted with pure, unadulterated euphoria.
You grabbed a third photo, and the entire world stopped spinning. It was a quiet, intimate shot taken right in the backyard garden outside. You were sitting cross-legged on the green grass, wearing a simple summer dress with a soft, shy smile, while Sukuna’s heavy head was resting completely in your lap. He was looking up at you with an expression of such pure, unconditional adoration it made your soul ache, while your fingers were woven gently through his soft pink hair.
Pink hair.
The backyard.
The jazz music.
The napkin.
A sudden, violent explosion of memories ripped through the barriers of your mind. It wasn't a trickle; it was a catastrophic, roaring tidal wave. Seven years of laughter, fierce arguments, passionate late-night apologies, the smell of his skin, the exact weight of his body pressing you into the master mattress, the sound of his deep voice whispering "I've got you, princess" into the dark. It all hit your brain at once with the force of a freight train.
The sheer, overwhelming velocity of the memories made the room spin violently. Your vision blurred into a vortex of white light and crimson eyes. You let out a choked gasp, your strength entirely giving out as your body collapsed sideways onto the hardwood floor with a loud, heavy thud, the scattered photographs of your life pooling around your unconscious form.
When you finally opened your eyes again, the harsh glare of the ceiling lights was gone, replaced by the warm, dim ambiance of the living room. You were laying flat on the soft fabric of the sofa.
"She's waking up! Sukuna, look, her eyes are moving!" Yuji’s panicked, loud voice cut through the quiet room.
You blinked heavily, your vision slowly focusing. Megumi was standing right beside his cousin, his dark eyes wide and completely swimming with anxiety. Shoko was hovering over you, a small medical flashlight in her hand, her face pale as she checked your vitals.
But your heart didn't care about any of them. Your eyes frantically scanned the tight circle of people, instantly landing on the massive, tattooed man standing frozen at the foot of the couch. His pastel pink hair was damp from the shower, his chest heaving under a plain black t-shirt, and his face was a mask of pure, absolute terror.
As your eyes met his, a single, heavy tear spilled over your eyelid, tracing a hot path down your cheek. The vast, terrifying void in your mind was completely gone, replaced by the roaring, beautiful fire of your reality.
"Ryo..." you choked out, your voice a broken, breathless sob.
Sukuna froze, his entire frame visibly violently shuddering at the sound of the nickname the private, intimate name only you were ever allowed to call him.
Before anyone else could even blink, you threw yourself forward off the sofa cushions, completely ignoring the dull ache in your muscles. You lunged straight into his space, your arms wrapping fiercely around his massive neck. You buried your face in the crook of his collarbone, gripping the fabric of his shirt with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity as you pressed a hard, crying kiss directly against his tattooed jaw.
"I remember... us" you sobbed violently into his skin, your entire body trembling as the tears flowed freely. "I remember everything, Ryo... I remember you."
Sukuna’s mind completely blanked. For a single, breathless second, he couldn't even process the words. And then, a raw, ragged sound escaped his throat a mixture of a sob and a laugh. His massive, powerful arms came crashing down around your frame, pulling you so close against his chest you could barely breathe, lifting your knees entirely off the floor as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
And there, in the middle of his living room, surrounded by his family and the scattered photographs of your love, Ryomen Sukuna closed his eyes and wept for the fourth time in his life.
"I fucking love you" he whispers
(not me me writing all night just for 36 like and one reblog😣🙏🏾)
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