#ryomen.sukuna

[dirtycommunistbaddie]

cw: 18+, MDNI cisfem!reader, sukuna is a teasing asshole, not proofread at all

sukuna gives you a sly smile from his position underneath you, his free hand, not yet painted, tracing unknown shapes into your thigh.

your position atop him was that reminiscent of royalty, so comfortably perched on his chest as if were a throne designed only for you.

it was nice to switch perspectives for a change.

and yet, because sukuna was sukuna, he always found a way to get what he wanted when he wanted it.

his hand moves from its place on your thigh and slowly travels to your ass, toying with bottom of your sleep shorts.

“kuna,” you warn, your thighs clenching around his figure, “you’re the one who asked me to paint your nails. do you want them to look like shit?”

his hand journeys across your body in response, cupping the base of your thigh, taking his thumb and dragging it up and down your clothed entrance.

the moan that leaves you is pathetic, and you jump so hard that you drag a long dark purple line right across sukunas finger.

your boyfriend lets out a hearty laugh, not visibly bothered by your mess up; it was his fault anyways.

despite your physical position above him, he reminds you with his small yet powerful actions that he still holds the utmost power over you, taking you apart with just his slightest touch.

he licks his lips from beneath you and grabs the nail polish from your hold, all but throwing it on the side table, still caressing your folds through your bottoms, but his touch unravels you all the same.

you want to be angry at him for interrupting all your hard work, the work he asked you to do. and you’re sure his nails are completely ruined by now; he hadn’t allowed enough time for them to dry before he started feeling you up.

but that anger is short-fueled as sukuna continues to pull you apart with just the small motions of his thumb, evidence of your arousal soaking through the material of your panties and shorts, beginning to drip its way down his hand.

“i think i’ve let you have enough fun for now,” he finally says, pulling his thumb away and bringing it up to your lips. you allow him entrance with no fight, mouth agape and welcoming of his slick covered digit, “my services seem to be overdue.”

[lovenona]

Bruh.. the hurt... I hope it hit sukuna just as hard in that breakup

listen . sukuna only broke up with you because he was so fucking terrified of commitment – after years of failed relationships (he always picked partners who were toxic for him) and trauma he never addressed in therapy (burying your feelings does not make you fine), the fact that you genuinely loved him and wanted to spend your life with him despite his faults freaked him out. he thought you deserved somebody better than he was, somebody who wasn't a piece of shit, so he ended it in the most unhealthy way possible.

but that didn't suddenly make him stop being in love. even if he didn't want to face it, he Loved You A Lot. the sappy, i'll kill somebody for them i want to make them tea in the morning kind of love. the kind that had him at your beck and call whenever you needed it, picking you up from girl's night at the bar and driving you halfway across town to go home. all that breaking up with you did was make sukuna feel even worse than he did before. where he thought that being alone again would quell that fear of vulnerability, he instead found himself looking back on old photographs and memories you shared every night when the 9pm thoughts hit. he didn't want to be alone – he wanted you, forever, but he was too much of a coward to admit it.

but he dumped you. and then you saw him out with a rebound he'd been using to try and convince himself he didn't need you when he wanted no one else. and he knew in that moment you might never take him back.

[lovenona]

raft of the medusa

synopsis; even in death, the body remembers. or – part nine of the odyssey, a jujutsu kaisen cinematic universe 

word count; 21.0k

contains; MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (via painful self-sacrifice), explicit descriptions of violence + blood + gore, a lot of combat, heavy angst with no happy end in sight, break with reality, depictions of trauma, multiple injuries, lots of dead things, horror, unstable narrative, drowning, choking, stabbing, murder (mainly of curses but also other things), multiple attempted murders on pretty much everyone present, heartbreak and loss, lots of curses everywhere, manipulation, really really sad and made me and my bestie cry, this is a very dark and very heavy installment so please please please proceed with appropriate caution 

it was in the pub one night. the other sailors – they had forgotten everything, drowned deep in sorrow, liquor, beer, heads hot against the table: and you were waiting, restless, until he found you–

no.

you found him, green eyes reflected off a cavern wall, elusive, fragmented, ghost in the haze, broad limbs of space and story. hands raised in two beams of moonlight and a bolt of lightning: toji. a name he didn’t offer to anyone. toji. syllables which sounded like smoke – you remembered that. 

READ ON AO3 HERE 

[lovenona]

hey bestie hope ur having a wonderful day <3 i cant stop thinking abt sukuna as your ex and yall still have feelings for each other but completely deny it 😭

LISTEN EX SUKUNA IS MY FUCKING WEAKNESS....together for a considerably long time – he was ur first love, u were the first person with whom he'd even come close to understanding what love was supposed to be. it was all going to underground shows together wit his hands on your waist, him finishing your drinks at the bar when u didn't want them, making jokes in the back of the theater during the worst movies (and him trying to get you to look at him, let's do something more interesting during this awful scene.) you wore his clothes, he knew where everything in your kitchen was.

but with that first love passion came an edge: so much fighting. sukuna wasn't good at being calm or patient, and there was a particular fear of vulnerability that led him to lash out a lot more than he wanted to. not that you were that great about it, either – feeding into the flames of his anger, not understanding why he wouldn't take the leap with you into something more serious, having a certain stubborn streak of your own. so the rift just kept widening, exacerbated by the intense focus on your careers (writer, artist) and your inability to settle comfortably on anything. 

the eventual breakup was messy. sukuna dumped you right into the lowest level of hell and it took months to crawl back out. despite all of your relationship problems, you hadn’t expected it to happen – some part of you, the part that loved him to eternity and back, really thought you’d be able to work it out. it was only after you saw him with someone else just a few weeks later you realized that this is fucking over meant i never want to see you again. 

no closure – just you avoiding sukuna at every turn, which was a particularly difficult feat when you shared a friend circle. and even when you did finally get the courage to talk to him at someone’s birthday party a few years after the fact, it was with that edge of neutral disdain fostered by years of ruminating on how much him finally leaving actually hurt you. 

and you want to hate him – you really, really do – but you can’t. he’s in the shirt you always liked and he still makes those brazen jokes that no one laughs at but you and he’s the same but so different. 

and sukuna wants to be over you – he dumped you because he didn’t want the commitment – but he’s not, especially when you’re the only one who’s ever taken the time to understand him. 

but if anyone were to ask if you’re back together, you’d be the first to spit out an indignant, flustered fuck no. 

[lovenona]

Artist Sukuna is a weenie who can't even say the L(ove) word. Send tweet.

they say that shit so easily in the films. i love you riko, you own my heart and soul, he’s probably in a suit in the rain and he kisses his equally business-casual girlfriend as the world ceases to exist around them. sukuna hates it. he hates the excess of the moment – man didn’t even make her cum when they fucked in the sex scene. just asked her for a coffee.

because what is love with no action to follow? 

what is love without someone who can make your tea just the way you like it (in your favorite mug, cube of sugar on the side, served up when you’re hunched over the computer?) what is love without someone to make you dinner when he knows you’ve been neglecting it? is it love without someone to drive you to the bookstore to find the manga you wanted (volume 14 with the hottie on the cover. went to three stores before you found one that had it.) is it love if he doesn’t buckle your seatbelt?

love is i’ll repaint the walls, i’m an artist, don’t hire someone else. it’s oh this portrait of you? scribbled that in my free time, don’t worry about it. love is someone who paints everything in your favorite colors by accident. love is we’ve seen this movie three times this week but not stopping you from playing it again. it’s the hand on your waist at the grocery store when he calls you a weirdo for fawning over the massive broccoli crowns and the coat he drapes over your shoulders in the parking lot after he clowned you for forgetting one. 

yeah, fuck that guy. sukuna rolls his eyes at the tv screen. three-pump chump wouldn’t know love if it fell from the sky and killed him.

[lovenona]

Thinking abt artist sukuna... about when he finally cracks and says 'I love you' to his favorite person. Oh I know this man's face is beet red while he says it. Feelings? Vulnerability? We don't know her (but we would like to)

words were the sort of excess you didn’t need when you were with each other. they were malleable things, phrases that never meant what they were supposed to – idiot, for affection, loser, for bashfulness, you fucking clown, for i hope you never stop. with sukuna ryoumen, words were nothing more than a strange little gift he offered on occasion. it was hurry up and eat with the meal he drove across town to get ingredients for. it was go shower or get sick, idiot with the warm towels and the clean blankets after you’d been out in the cold for too long.

you didn’t expect it from him, even when you wanted to. it was a slip of the tongue (it wasn’t) and you didn’t want it to have gravity (it did.) it was you and him on the couch in the middle of the afternoon, his arm heavy around your shoulders, your head tucked into his neck, the tv forgotten and the overcast winter sky a sullied gray outside the window. you were listening to the sound of his breathing between slow and steady kisses and you were content, pleased, prepared to stay here forever, and so you said–

you flushed at the sentence but you didn’t take it back. but what are the odds, you thought, his clothes are in my closet, he’s borrowed my toothbrush. if watching nothing on the television wasn’t love, you didn’t know what counted.

you waited and he was silent. pensive, unreadable, sukuna said nothing and you weren’t sure he was going to. but it’s fine, you said, quieter. you don’t need to say it back. i don’t mind.

(you did.)

he went home not long after that, the tension unbearable. you ate leftovers for dinner and looked at the wall and went to bed.

you did not say anything for many days. you thought, between grocery store visits and late nights at the club, that sukuna would forget you had even brought it up. you danced around the terror when you put your tongue in his mouth and you forced yourself to forget it when sukuna put his lips on your neck and kissed down, down, further. 

but fuck did you want it, the little sentence on his breathless lips, or with the food on the stove, or when you bought him the apples he liked whenever he pretended he didn’t want them. you wanted to know that his hand on your thigh meant something, that it wasn’t just you falling backwards into oblivion.

but you didn’t press. you knew him better than that. 

life went on: sukuna cooked your dinner and stored the leftovers, used your body wash, complained about the size of your bed whenever he came to visit (often.) you washed his hair in the shower and looked for his winter mittens in the morning and kissed the taste of coffee from his mouth. you said it not out loud but in the caress of your fingers, in the way he piled his books neatly in the living room, with the tender care of helping to put on his winter hat before he knelt to zip your coat. 

and then, once, on a too-early winter morning, ice frozen against the windows, between two sleep-deprived people in the kitchen, spoken with burning cheeks, too quick for you to catch it, dismissed as soon as it was said:

i love you and it’s cold as shit so you better wear those fucking mittens today. 

[lovenona]

Okay, honestly, Does artist sukuna ever talk to his beloved when he notices their mood's down? After they struggle career wise? I guess what I'm trying to say is, how does he go about comforting them? Since he isn't good with words in my eyes

sukuna’s never been the best with words – even when he tries, he usually trips over his sorrys, his vulnerable thoughts, his heartfelt and dramatic i love yous. so even when your mood is very clearly worse than usual, sukuna knows if he tried to tell you everything will be fine he would probably fuck up somewhere along the way and accidentally tell you something you did not need to hear. instead, sukuna goes about his “my beloved’s career is going badly” comfort in a variety of Sukuna Approved methods, including, but not limited to: 

1. good old-fashioned fucking, especially fucking where he does all the work and you just sit back and have the time of your life and feel better. sukuna may not be good with words, but he is an expert in the art of physical affection, and this is a form of comfort he feels very confident in. he would also follow up such passionate love-making with a very good cuddle and a movie of your choosing to make sure you know without words that he is aggressively in love

2. classic shit talking, wherein he tells you to simply let it out and shit on whatever superior decided that your work was terrible or whoever decided that you “did not have talent.” he will not let you shit talk yourself, though – if you start to question your own abilities, he’s quick to silence you with a forceful “no” and probably some good old-fashioned fucking to boost your ego back up 

3. various acts of service, such as cooking you a meal, washing your hair, giving you spa treatment, etc: sukuna’s other love language is actions that convey just how much he’s obsessed with you. if the vibes are bad, he immediately starts doing Literally Everything Around the House in a desperate attempt to make you comfortable and to treat you like the royalty you are, to the point where if you try to pour your own glass of wine he gets upset

4. outside distractions, like going to the movies, visiting a museum, or taking a day trip to take your mind off what’s bothering you and hopefully get your excitement/inspiration back. he’ll plan a day to a state park or a beach or sword fighting class to get you out of the house and force you to stop stewing in your own self-loathing. sukuna would make sure you both dress so hot and sexy to feed your ego and be the most slutty, whorish man whenever no one’s looking just to improve your mood (and also because he wants to fuck)

5. aggressive compliments, which usually come after one of the above. since sukuna doesn’t use words often, your only choice is to believe him when he almost too-aggressively states that you are the most talented person he’s ever met and everyone who doesn’t see that is a stupid little bitch, what if i just threatened them, what then? his belief in your eventual success is so potent and unwavering that it almost moves you to tears, but you’re usually too busy laughing at the blush on his cheeks to start crying 

[lovenona]

OMG THAT EX SUKUNA DRABBLE U WROTE.... HE TOO IS MY WEAKNESS 😩 i raise you this: CELEBRITY SUKUNA AND CELEBRITY READER WHO ARE EXES ! (i think sukuna would be a famous musician and reader might be an actor/actress or a model) they used to be THE it couple / power couple and everyone thought they'd definitely marry each other, but then they break up! suddenly sukuna's songs went from dedicating it to reader to dedicating it to their (undoubtedly messy) breakup and reader starts getting seen with all these different people at the club, in a restaurant, etc on the tabloids 😩 but ofc its inevitable that their paths would never cross again, especially when their respective labels announce that they're paired for a project together 🤭

TS ME AGAIN and i just wanna drop it here that i think about exes celeb sukuna and celeb reader whenever i hear les by childish gambino 🧍‍♀️ (SORRY IF U DONT LISTEN TO HIM/LIKE THIS TYPE OF MUSIC 😭)

first of all i do listen to childish gambino THANK U 😭🫶 second of all listen i fucking LOVE a juicy celeb au. this makes me think a lot abt cellophane by fka twigs (if u haven’t heard. so fucking sad) – u and him (plausibly both musicians a la nana? musician and famous writer a la rick riordan/murakami? im so biased to those careers RIP) were in DEEP together but had a relatively private relationship. ppl knew u were together, but u weren’t the couple to flaunt every aspect of ur lives on social media or in interviews. but because of that, any crumbs which did make it to the press were scrutinized to shit by both the tabloids and the fans. they’d make assumptions about you, about him, in ways that preyed intensely on every one of your insecurities. 

and eventually that pressure eventually took its toll on ur relationship – over time, it began to crumble due to tight schedules, lack of communication, insecurities that you felt too embarrassed to address (the tabloids loved going after u specifically.) and because sukuna was such a private person, he didn’t want to air any of his grievances in a public space. so a very messy breakup ensued, because you both probably would have gotten married but the fame got in the way.

however, you never do get over him, and he never gets over you – hence the millions of projects vaguely about said messy ending. if anything, the two of you would give anything to make it work. it’s just that you’re both convinced the other person doesn’t want you anymore and that, in the spirit of la la land (2016), you believe the fame would simply get in the way.