Sukuna Ryoumen X Reader - Blog Posts

tumblr girl. boyfriend! Sukuna x fem! black reader

synopsis: your bf fuck you on the couch.

warning: NSFW (MDNI), dirty names, creampie, quick foreplay, a little rough, fingering, creampie, think it’s all (emphasis on black reader but accessible for everyone!) /!\ old work and not proofread so if there are errors srry not srry.

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You’re lying on the couch, on your stomach, your phone in your hands as you scroll through Tumblr. Fanart of your favorite characters parades before your eyes, some so sexy and captivating that they make you smile. But, let’s be honest, none of them match your boyfriend, Sukuna.

Sure, he was a self-important jerk most of the time, but he had this tender and caring side that only you knew. He took care of you when you weren’t feeling well, with such gentle gestures and a look so protective that he made you forget all his annoying habits. Sukuna could be adorable… but only to you.

As your mind wanders, Sukuna comes out of the bathroom, shuffling his feet to the living room. A simple towel is tied around his hips, revealing his muscular torso, while his still wet hair falls messily over his face.

His gaze falls on you, lying on the couch. He could have said that he found you beautiful, with your freshly done braids framing your face, or the softness of your features shining under the dim light. But instead, he prefers to admire your big black ass barely covered by your little red shorts.

He gets all excited and feels his cock rise against the fabric of the towel. Shit, just seeing you like that is enough to make him hard. He moves closer to you and decides to slap your ass. You moan in surprise and pleasure.

"Sukuna..?", you turn around to put yourself on your back and your elbows but he gets between your legs quickly. He places his hands on your waist and carries you as if you weighed a feather then puts you on him.

"Fucking slut.. does it turn you on to dress like this to turn me on?", he looks into your eyes excitedly and his gaze drops to your big full breasts stuck in your little black tank top. You feel his cock throbbing against you.

"I didn't dress like this to-", he spanks your ass and forces you to look at him. "Are you sure baby? You shouldn't lie to me.", his voice becomes deep and low. You start to get wet, he's so sexy when he's turned on like this.

"I-... sorry." You look at his dick and put your hand on it. "How can I make up for it?" , you go up to his ear and you’re whispering sensually. You hear a slight grunt in his throat. "You’re such a slut."

He takes your hand and takes both of your wrists and places them behind your back." Do you really think I’m going to let you touch my cock so easily, honey?" he smiles viciously. He puts two fingers in front of your mouth. Open up baby." You open up straight away and suck those fingers and drool on them.

After he is satisfied, do not even take the time to remove your short and your panties that he pulls them on the side to reveal your little pussy wet that throbbing just thinking of the way he will fuck you. He smiles viciously and kisses you brutally.

"Are you already excited about me fucking you?", you whisper a weak ‘yes’ and look at him impactingly. He looks at you and pushes one of his thick and long fingers into your tight and wet little hole. His finger gets swallowed by your hungry walls.

He pulls you towards him and kisses you roughly as he slides a second finger in and pushes it deeper into you. You moan, your lips parting beneath his. Your back arches, your legs wrapping around him to pull him closer to you.

"Suku- sukuna mmhf…", you moan as you feel his fingers spread your wet walls and then suddenly he pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth. "You taste so good princess. I want to fuck you now." His eyes darken with desire.

"Please baby..", you whisper and look at him so excited. Shit, how could he hold back when you look at him like that, drunk on him when he just fucked you with his fingers. So what would it be like with his cock?

He releases your wrists and places his thumb on your needy clit and like little circles on it, enough to make you arch and moan. Then he pins you down and lies on top of you. You watch his cock hard against the towel that is soon to come undone.

“See how fucking hard you make me?” His voice is deep and low, husky with the desire to possess you. He looks at you and a small smile forms on his face. You’re so sexy and cute. You’ll be his downfall.

His hands remove your tank top and your full breasts come into contact with the slightly cold air of the room. Your black nipples harden immediately, they are so appetizing but now he just wants to fuck you.

Sukuna removes his towel completely and throws it into the room. His big horny cock finds place on your soaking wet pussy and stomach. His dick is so thick and long that during your first time you thought you were going to die.

"You want this dick baby?"

You nod, unable to answer. You want him inside you so bad. He smiles even more in satisfaction and a low laugh escapes. He could go crazy because of you. "Use your words babe.. do that or I won't fuck you. That would be a shame, wouldn't it?"

His gaze is stern and serious but you know he won't be able to pull back from fucking you. But you prefer to play along. "I want your dick so bad.. suku please??" Your tone is almost tearful and preachy. How can he resist you when you're like this?

“Good girl.” He leans down and kisses you roughly. His tongue forces its way into your mouth and dances with yours. You feel his cock rubbing against your wet folds. You can’t help but throb in anticipation. He pulls away from your lips and stands up.

He spits on his hand then goes back and forth on it to lubricate it. The tip of his length rubs and voluntarily tickles your little swollen clitoris which makes you moan then a semi-hard slap smacks your pussy which makes you scream in surprise.

“Suku-!” Small tears run down your cheeks. You feel his thick mouthful entering your velvety walls. Low grunts escape Sukuna’s throat. The feeling of your tight pussy is heaven to him.

"Fuck baby… your pussy is the heaven." His cock slides even deeper into you. You moan his name and incoherent things, the feeling is bliss. The tip of his dick hits your cervix making you whimper.

“You’re too deep..-” your words jumbled together, you already didn’t know where to turn. You got cock drunk so soon? He didn’t even start. “I.. Ican’t- can’t take it!” A small laugh escaped Sukuna’s lips. How ridiculous.

"Every time I fucked you you took my dick like a good girl, you took it, didn't you? Don't disappoint me baby-." He doesn't move while you get used to it and slides his hand over your warm skin to your chest. His fingers start to play with one of your sensitive nipples.

Small moans come out of your mouth. It feels so good. You lift your arms to put them on Sukuna's shoulders and pull him towards you. "You can move ‘kuna." He smiles then kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth and starting to move.

"Feeling good baby?" You don't even have time to answer that he places his hands on your hips and begins to thrust deep into you. Your eyes roll back on themselves and your nails dig into Sukuna's skin.

Your pussy tightens instinctively as his cock hits your cervix. One of his hands slides into your hair and pulls it back to kiss you full on the mouth, making you suffocate.

His other hand moves to your swollen little clit. His thumb teases your sensitive bud and presses on it making you moan and your back arch. Your legs shake under Sukuna's intensity. He's fast, rough and goes so deep inside you.

"You take me so fucking well, doll... you just wanted attention earlier when you said you couldn't take it, huh?" You shake your head, you meant it. He's so big sometimes- He laughs and smiles at you. "What should I do with you?"

"Kuna-" you moan and wrap your legs around his thick waist. He moves even closer to you and kisses from your ear to your collarbone. His hands cup your legs and place them on his broad shoulders.

His movements become more significant and deeper, making you lose your mind. Small tears leak from the stimulation. The couch begins to creak under his harsh blows.

"Sukuna, you’ree going to break the couuuch!" He doesn't answer and continues. He goes back to playing with your sensitive clit and spits on it. Fingers slip into your mouth and fuck your hot, wet mouth with them. All your holes are filled with Sukuna.

…

You're almost on the verge of cumming with Sukuna. Your pussy is getting tighter and tighter, throbbing even more. Sukuna's movements are becoming erratic; he's about to cum too. The couch creaks even more beneath you.

"I should break this couch once and for all." He sneers, saying this more to himself than to you. Your legs tremble on his large shoulders and your toes curl in on themselves.

"M’gonna cum!" You moan and scream his name. You're so close. You feel his veiny cock pulsing and pushing into you. The wet sounds of your squirting and his cream turn him on even more. It's so pretty to see.

"Cum for me babe." You cum and moan his name and Sukuna unloads his creamy load inside you and whispers your name like a prayer.

IM SO LAZY TO FINISH PROPELY SRRRYYY😭🙏

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the first time you see your young daughter return from the garden to have lunch with you with flowers neatly braided into her hair, you assume that it's uraume's work. they usually keep an eye on her while she's out playing. that night, as you're getting ready for bed, you turn to your husband, sukuna, and ask him, "did you see the flowers in her hair today? uraume was so sweet to do that for her." the king of curses nods with a quiet hum of agreement.

two days later, you decide to take a stroll through the garden in the afternoon, and you're met with the most precious sight. sukuna is sitting on the ground with your daughter comfortably sitting on his lap, and next to him is a basket of small flowers that look freshly-picked. he skillfully and gently braids them into the little girl's hair, and you realize right at that moment that it was never uraume.

your daughter tilts her head back to look up at him, her scarlet eyes bright with excitement. "are there mostly purple ones in there, papa?"

"yes, little flower," he replies softly, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "now face forward. i'm almost done."

you smile to yourself, then keep walking on the path, allowing them to have their moment together.

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 final thoughts of rockstar fiancé! sukuna - leaving the content of this one a surprise!

final continuation of rockstar! sukuna thoughts.

ageless/minors dni. 18+ content below. not limited to fingering, p in v, implied multiple rounds. f! reader.

as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy! ᱬ ࣪𖤐

part 3 word count: 2,544 | series word count: 4,975

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist | part 1 | part 2

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s become softer thanks to the time he spent with you. of course he’d only show his softer side when you’re around or when he thinks no one’s looking cause no one would ever catch him being soft and get away with it.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who watches you throw yourself headfirst into wedding planning. everything has to be perfect and what you had planned, even he was surprised but couldn’t help but smile because it was so you and who was he to stop you?

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s stopped planning tours and being in the studio because you’re both so close to being married. nothing and no one was going to take him away from the final moments before you’re both stuck with the other for the rest of your lives.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s more aware of the paparazzi presence when you’re both out and about that’s he takes it upon himself to make sure they’re not able to get any photos of you both. he’ll take any measures to make damn sure of that. wearing the same clothes as past times? check. anti-paparazzi clothing? check.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who is completely lost when it comes to suit shopping. who knew that shopping for something that he’d wear on one of the biggest days of his life was so damn hard? he had to drag his nephew, football player! yuji, with him just to help him pick something out.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who helps you with the final touches of the intimate wedding you’ve planned, it’s not that you don’t want your fans to know you’re married, but it’s because you’ve got an idea in mind to let them know once you’ve spent some time together once the wedding is over.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, on his stag night, keeps an eye on what he drinks because he wants to return to you in one piece and not end up tied to the lamppost like he keeps seeing while about. let’s face it though, no one would ever try, football player! yuji got close but he slipped away at the last second.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who checks his phone to see if you messaged him while out on your hen night, seeing the odd text from your best friend/bandmate who keeps him updated on how you’re doing - totally not dropping you in it when they tell him you’ve sobbed for half an hour because you’re drunk and you miss him.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s teases you about that night for a few days afterwards, much to his amusement and your embarrassment. of course you know he means it out of love so you let him off for now. you’d get your own back on him soon enough.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s posting, almost daily, photos of you two to his own personal insta, capturing moments that he loves the most of you, of you counting down the days until you’re both married.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, on the night before you’re meant to spend time away from him, goes all out with snacks, a takeaway and your favourite show just so he can help calm not only your nerves but his as well - people would think he’d spend that night ruining you but he’ll save that for the wedding night. after all, his soon-to-be wife needs all her strength.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, after saying goodbye to you the day after, spends most of the time sending random texts to you - photos he sees, videos/posts he likes, because you’re sure to like them and not because the idiot misses having you with him. he feels like you’re off touring again.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, when it finally arrives to the day he’s going to marry you is a bag of nerves - the way he felt when he asked you out or to marry him pales in comparison to how he feels right now. hell, he’ll even take being on stage for the first time over this feeling right now. he honestly feels like he could throw up.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who fiddles with his fingers while he stares towards the back of the church, not daring to turn around for fear that he might pass out. was it too hot in here all of a sudden?

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who bites his lips before letting out a breath as he turns around the moment he hears the music play as you walk down the aisle. he swears he’s forgotten how to breathe at the sight of you. you’re a picture of beauty and he can’t believe you’re about to be his wife in a matter of moments. is someone cutting onions in here?

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who becomes a stuttering mess when he’s tasked with speaking his vows, the feeling of your thumb running across his knuckles to calm him down working slowly. you had little ways of making sure he was feeling confident no matter what and this was one of them.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who becomes rockstar husband! sukuna once the priest states he can kiss his bride. he’s never pulled you to him so quickly until now, dipping you in a loving kiss as cheers sound behind you both.

rockstar husband! sukuna who spends the entire time of the reception whispering what he’s going to do to you when he gets you alone in the honeymoon suite of the hotel you were both going back to. chuckling deeply at how you stammer and blush when you push his shoulder, offering your own giggle.

rockstar husband! sukuna who tunes everyone out when you’re both sharing your first dance together, his arms wrapped around your waist with your around his neck, mouth close to your ear as he sings along for you and only you to hear. you missed hearing him sing to you for the past month. that much so you felt the weight of the world fall off your shoulders as you closed your eyes.

rockstar husband! sukuna who’s quick to pull you away from the guests and back to the hotel room. he feels like he’s waited too damn long to be alone with you and you being in your dress, it’s not helping his thoughts of ruining you until you’re a sobbing mess.

rockstar husband! sukuna who wastes no time hiking your dress up to your hips once he’s got you bent over the bed, slipping your wedding night lingerie to the side as he sinks two fingers deep into your welcoming pussy.

rockstar husband! sukuna who, despite wanting nothing more than having you writhing beneath him, takes his time stretching out your walls enjoying the sounds you make, begging him to stop teasing you and fuck you. your warm core clenching around his digits before you feel the cold of his wedding ring against you.

rockstar husband! sukuna who soon grows impatient, leaving you whimpering for a moment before you feel his fingers being replaced by his cock, earning a moan of delight as you grip the sheets underneath you.

rockstar husband! sukuna who loves the sound of you moaning his name as you push yourself back into him, his hand coming around your neck to lift you up against his chest, his other hand coming to rest just under your navel as he pushes into you harder with each thrust. he loved the feeling of you wriggling as you tried to match his thrusts.

rockstar husband! sukuna who fucks you on every surface in the hotel room that he can, clothes scattered all over the floor much like the marks on both your bodies. he may or may not go multiple times on different surfaces.

rockstar husband! sukuna who finishes with his favourite position of all - the lotus. he loves the way he can feel closer than close to you this way, and how he can reach deeper inside you, making you lose your mind as you come on his cock, walls milking him closer to his own orgasm before he comes himself, hot seed flooding deep within you as you feel him twitching.

rockstar husband! sukuna who cuddles you closer to him when you’ve both had enough, breath returning to normal along with drumming heartbeats. his hand drawing patterns on your skin as you fall asleep, a soft smile on your face.

rockstar husband! sukuna who never thought, in a million years, he’d be laying in bed with his new wife but here he was. if somebody had told his younger self that’s where he’d be right now, he’d have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off - he was always a solo player who would never settle down, at least he had you to thank for changing that.

rockstar husband! sukuna who spends the next few weeks away on honeymoon with you, away from prying eyes, watching the way your face lights up as you both take photos and videos, posting to your personal instas for your close friends to see. comments and likes of encouragement making you both smile.

rockstar husband! sukuna who, when you’re both ready to let the rest of the world you’re married, makes sure everything’s perfect, even flying out to the only location you both know would let you pull off your plan and favourite announcement to date.

rockstar husband! sukuna who mirrors a post put up by you a day after you land and head to the chapel, making sure to capture all the moments you both needed to thanks to photographer! uraume. the polaroids were definitely the favourite part of your announcement as they had a little something extra special you wanted everyone to know.

rockstar husband! sukuna who presses post to his public insta with the photos you both decided would be best to announce to everyone you’re finally married to the infamous bad boy. “two months on and it still feels like a fever dream. here’s to having the most kick ass-wife any fucker could ask for and the best baby momma @/itsherduh - can’t wait to start the next chapter with you”. the final photo being one he took of you that showed off your slightly swollen tummy.

rockstar husband! sukuna who, like every other time, takes a candid photo of you asleep, this time with his hand on your tummy, fingers placed gently on yours and posts it to his personal insta with the caption “can’t wait for this next chapter with you, my dove”.

rockstar husband! sukuna who’s not afraid to admit he’s scared of being a dad, he didn’t have the best life growing up and he didn’t want to fail if he could help it. who slowly feels reassured the more you comfort him - he needs to not listen to his demons so much.

rockstar husband! sukuna who makes sure you’re kept a close eye on when you go back on a short tour. after all, you were in a fragile state and he wanted to make sure you were protected more than anything, especially since he found out you were pregnant with twins. little does he know that your final tour will be the one where he finds out what your twins will be. a little surprise you couldn’t wait to pull off.

rockstar husband! sukuna who watches on from the side before joining you on stage for your final performance before you step away, putting your soon-to-be family first and getting ready to welcome your twins into the world in a few short months. who finds out, thanks to not only the crowd gathered but also your band’s stage team, that your twins are a boy and a girl.

rockstar husband! sukuna who gives you the biggest kiss he could muster at that time, he was overcome with emotions and the way both the crowd cheered and you clung onto him tipped him over the edge - lifting you up into a hug as he spun you around.

rockstar husband! sukuna who starts a small tour the week after yours had ended, only to end a month later - he wanted to be as close as possible to you as you were due to give birth soon. nothing and no one else mattered to him right now.

rockstar husband! sukuna who soon becomes rockstar twin dad! sukuna when you both welcome your babies into the world. he’s never felt as much love for you as he had done right at that moment as you held the two babies close to you.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who makes sure that not only you but the twins were kept away from prying eyes as you both adjusted to your new lives together, making sure to announce the arrival of your children to both your fan bases with a simple polaroid of you both cradling a twin - a look of pure love showing as you smiled down at the baby in your arm. “introducing the newest members of our journey together. @/itsherduh wonder woman has fuck all on you”.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who posts another photo to his personal insta again, this time showing you with your hair in a messy bun, his hoodie on and you cuddle your twins, a loving smile on your face. “you may think you look like shit, but your the most beautiful woman i’ve ever laid eyes on. thank you for blessing me, my dove”.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who, despite your protests that you’re a mess and he’d be better off finding someone who’s prettier because you’re disgusting, refuses to leave your side. sure your body may have changed thanks to carrying his children but he’d be damned if you think he’s going to be in the arms of someone else.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who helps you through your moments of self-doubt when it comes to what you’re doing for not only the twins but how you feel about yourself. who spends time showering you with love and affection, wiping tears of self-doubt away as he holds you in his arms.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who reminds you daily, hell hourly if needed, that he loves you regardless of how you look, that you’re more beautiful to him because of what you’ve gone through. who, when you’re pinned beneath him in the throes of pleasure as he makes love to you, takes his time to kiss your stretch marks and whisper how they make you look more gorgeous than ever.

rockstar! sukuna who ultimately never thought he’d be where he was, with a wife and twins playing happy families. who looks at you with so much love and devotion when you’re around him. who loves his twins more than life itself. who’ll show you all off and spoil you all rotten at every given opportunity.

rockstar! sukuna who thanks whatever divine being out there for letting him be the one who stole your heart, and vice versa, from the moment you saw each other backstage at your concert all the time ago. for being the one you fell deeper in love with and for being the one who he can spend the rest of his life with.

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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 thoughts of rockstar! sukuna turning into rockstar boyfriend! sukuna.

had this thought while listening to v.a.n earlier when working.

general swearing but this part is sfw.

f! reader. as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy ᱬ ࣪𖤐

part 1 word count: 1,222 | series word count: 4,975

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist | part 2 | part 3

rockstar! sukuna who stood pouting like a child with his arms folded, not caring to listen to what his bandmate had to say about the tickets currently being waved in his hand.

rockstar! sukuna who’s currently standing backstage at a concert for a new and upcoming band, one that shouldn’t have that many fans but judging by the crowd that was still gathering, he was wrong.

rockstar! sukuna who’s still tuning out his bandmate when they chatter on about how they got the passes thanks to connections and this new band was going to make it big, all thanks to the main star - their lead singer.

rockstar! sukuna who’s now paying attention to what’s said once he hears that the lead singer is a girl. things have just gotten interesting, it was rare to have a female in such a male-dominated space, he had to see this for himself.

rockstar! sukuna who’s not impressed when he first sees you walking past his group. you looked so shy and meek while quickly offering a “hello” and a wave. clearly the idiot was mistaken when he was yapping earlier.

rockstar! sukuna who’s eating his words soon after when he hears the sounds that come out once you open your mouth after getting the crowd going. the singing, the screaming, the growling? you were far from meek.

rockstar! sukuna who watches you carefully, the way you jump around the stage, the bright smile on your face as you enjoy the buzz around you as you continue to perform for your fans - a buzz he understands all too well.

rockstar! sukuna who finds himself tapping his foot to some of the songs your band plays, it’s totally because he’s a musician and not because he’s starting to enjoy himself.

rockstar! sukuna who finds himself clapping along with his bandmates once your set ends and the lights come back on, watching the bodies on the stage filter backstage again. the look of pure joy on your face is cute. wait did he actually think that?

rockstar! sukuna who offers a grunt when you finally take the time to talk to the group, offering a thanks for coming and watching. who doesn’t miss the way you tilt your head and smirk at him before turning your attention to his bassist. he’d strangle the fucker if he tried anything.

rockstar! sukuna who follows behind the big group back to the dressing room for a drink because, let’s face it, it’s the least you could do to thank them for coming along even when they didn’t have to.

rockstar! sukuna who finds himself alone on a couch before you plopped yourself down, offering another drink before leaning back, talking away to yourself about something he couldn’t quite hear.

rockstar! sukuna who leaves an hour or so later with the rest of his band, not before he had your personal contact details and socials in his phone - after all, he might fancy a collab one day with you.

rockstar! sukuna who turns into fanboy! sukuna for a while when he gets home, hopelessly stalking your insta to get a glimpse into your life. who found himself smirking at the picture of you and your new puppy you’d posted a day before he met you, double tapping to lock in that like. of course, it would be from his own private and personal insta and only a few special people would have that account.

rockstar! sukuna who, one night, in his semi-drunk state, might have sent you a message detailing what he would do to you if he had you alone and you were his. not caring that he was being too out there, cause fuck that shit, life is for living right?

rockstar! sukuna who nearly drops his phone at the message you sent back to him, who knew you kinda enjoyed stranger danger? he was way in over his head but he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

rockstar! sukuna who attended quite a few more of your shows after that message, thanks to bagging backstage passes from you much to his delight, not that he cared to admit that. he did have a tough guy image to uphold after all.

rockstar! sukuna who spent more time talking to you via dms before moving to texts - after all, he was adamant that arranging a collab would be easier that way, not that he wanted a more personal way to talk to you.

rockstar! sukuna who starts adding lyrics that have to do with love and crushes into his future songs, much to the amusement of his bandmates and fans, some loved the subtle changes while others hated it.

rockstar! sukuna who ends up inviting you into the studio to talk ideas and start his band's next single with your help and vocals. he was sure it would be a hit, plus he wanted to spend more time with you outside of the bands. not that he would ever care to admit that to you.

rockstar! sukuna who suddenly feels like a teenager all over again when you get closer to him, lingering touches and looks making his heart thump in his chest - he was a performer yet this is what caused him to grow clammy?

rockstar! sukuna who ends up relaxing on the sofa in the room, you sat in his lap as you hummed out a tune, jotting it down. enjoying your weight on top of him, even if it wasn’t how he’d usually like it.

rockstar! sukuna who grows bored after a while and pulls his phone out, only for you to grab it and take a selfie with him, placing a kiss on his cheek as you capture the pure bewilderment on his face. just a little something to remind him of you when all of this ended.

rockstar! sukuna who starts to find new ways of hanging out with you, when not working on a track together - may have guilt-tripped you into letting him meet your puppy because who couldn’t resist his bad boy charm?

rockstar! sukuna who ended up becoming rockstar boyfriend! sukuna before too long, proudly showing you off to the world the night after you agreed to be his, when the new song debuted and you appeared on stage, taking your place beside him with a cheerful wave to the roaring crowd.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who pulls you into him in front of the sold-out arena, planting a wanting deep kiss onto your lips before pulling away, smirking at the dazed look before announcing that you were both together, and everyone better get used to it before the combined roar of the crowd and his band kicked up, the two of you performing the song you’d created together.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who now uses every opportunity to show you off to the world as the girlfriend of the man who didn’t want to be seen with anyone else - may or may not have went on quite a few photo dumps on his personal insta with photos of you both and what you were up to in between performing and recording.

let’s not talk about the other folder he has on his phone of pictures of you and the two of you together just yet yeah?

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Can I kindly ask for sukuna to fuck me like that's all I really want but I want the whole sha'bang okay. Like can I just wake up to this grumpy demon cat fucking me to an inch of my life huh too much to ask. Then can I wake up next to him for the rest of my life that can't be much right. If I can't have those then can I just have a little highschool sweetheart romance with this man and the live out everything previously typed, like I'm not obsessed I'm addicted okay I don't think I'll make it till tomorrow like please can we hold hands and walk around in a park, can we watch a movie but just letting play in the background as we kiss, can we just be together this can't be too much to ask, can I just pester and annoy him for hours on end while he works so I can get a proper dicking down. Like I want to do everything with this man OMFG like have kids and live happily ever after. I just wanna sit at the dinner table eating the food he so lovingly prepared for us, or sit on the couch dissing Disney for their shit live actions. This can't possibly be too much to ask right, right. Okay if it's too much can he be my co-worker or like this dude who has the same jogging route as me so that we always intersect and give each other a little smile and wave. I swear that's not too much to ask if we could be friends with benefits I just wanna have some kind of relationship with this man, can we be online friends like at this point pictures and video calls are enough cause let's be for real we're in different continents this has to be the most realistic right right. Anything to be even remotely close to this man. That can't be too much too ask. Or we can be penpals just please.

Boyfie Sukuna in your bed in the morning

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Lots of fluff. 300 words. Minors don't interact. Divider by @/ioveartfilm

You wake up to the sound of loud purring, and when you turn around, you see your cat cuddling with your boyfriend Sukuna.

Sukuna's lying on his side, shirtless and still asleep. The blanket is pushed down to his hips, revealing his muscular arms and defined abs. And your cat has gotten comfy in those strong tattooed arms and is snuggling happily against Sukuna's naked chest.

You smile and quickly grab your phone from your nightstand to snap a picture. You love seeing Sukuna like this. Those secret moments in your bed where he is all unguarded and soft. Butterflies flutter in your stomach when he begins to stir and slowly opens his eyes, his gaze instantly finding you.

You smile fondly at him and whisper,

"Hey, baby."

Sukuna's voice sounds even lower than usual when he answers you, a bit raspy from sleep. Sexy and cute at the same time.

"Hmm, princess. What are you doing?"

Your smile grows and you snap another picture.

"I need a new lock screen, so smile for the camera, ok baby?"

Sukuna huffs softly, but his catlike eyes are warm when he looks directly into your camera. His large hand carefully cups your cat's small head, scratching behind her ears as her purring grows even louder.

A lazy, sleepy smile spreads over Sukuna's tattooed face, and your heart flutters. He looks so beautiful with that soft, sleepy smile, his beautiful maroon eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep and his pastel pink hair ruffled.

This is a version of Sukuna that only you get to see. The bad boy all soft and cute in your bed. Domesticated, just like the cat purring in his arms.

I NEED HIM! :(( Soft Sukuna in the morning makes me so weak!! Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed your morning with Kuna, too ;)

Reblogs and comments would be very sweet 💗

I just finished this, it was too complicated for me. I'll try to make the toji version tomorrow

Cuddling with the JJK men on the couch

A/N: I had this thought while rewatching Suguru drink his tea in that one Hidden Inventory scene, but figured drawing with stick figures instead of trying to explain would be a little easier. I can’t pick a fave 😭.

screw you this is becoming a series :)

p.s. i don’t know if Yuji can drive canonically since I’m not caught up with the manga 100% but in my heart he absolutely has no idea how and is literally incapable of learning how

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Ryōmen Sukuna learning how modern technology works

part one / part two (you’re here!) / part three / part four / part five / ???

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teaching the Ryōmen Sukuna how to drive, was not something you saw coming when he got his true form back.

of course, he was tied to his nephew, Yuji Itadori, due to his untrustworthiness as being the “King of Curses”.

this task of teaching the said King of Curses how to drive, was bestowed upon you, and you alone, once he became attached to you.

after all, it’s not like Yuji could teach his uncle to drive, he can’t even drive himself!

Ryōmen clearly thinks that this is a “waste of his time”, and “why should he learn to drive if he can walk”, or whatever else he said, you weren’t entirely paying too much attention.

the first lesson does not go smoothly at all whatsoever.

it takes months for him to get the grasp of it, but as soon as he learns and he’s actually capable of going out on the road; he refuses to.

“it’s a waste of my time.” he says, getting out of the car.

you’ve tried to tell him that it’s actually faster than walking, but he refuses to listen.

that’s the King of Curses for you.

…should I make a series of sukuna getting used to new, modern things

not my best work 😔

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part one (you’re here!!) / part two / part three / part four / part five / ???

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imagining the Ryōmen Sukuna being forced to play video games for the first time.

let’s say it’s the modern era, and somehow he gets his true form back again.

the first thing he’s doing? being forced by you, of all people to play a new game.

having been stuck inside of his nephew for some time, he gets the gist of video games, but doesn’t quite understand the appeal.

“…what is ‘Grand Theft Auto V’?” is the first question he asks you

you thought it would be the perfect game for him, assuming he wouldn’t break your computer after some npc insults him, the violence, the guns, you thought he’d enjoy it.

“it was either that or Skyrim,” you shrugged in response, laughing upon his confusion clearly growing.

he scoffs and opens the game, muttering something about the game being a waste of his time.

the intro has him interested, hostages, killing people, it’s just his thing.

after some time, he grows bored and simply stands, one pair of hands on his hips and the other crossed over his chest.

he stands there for a moment, staring directly at you, before turning around and leaving.

content:: degradation.

sukuna degrades. that’s a given, but he’s so dirty when it comes to you.

he will be pounding into you from the back, or in missionary with your hands tied above your head; doesn’t matter the position, his mouth doesn’t. change.

“that’s right, bitch, take that fucking dick,”

“slutty pussy only for me, huh? who’s this belong to?”

“dirty whore getting off from my mouth? tch, slut,”

but you know not to take it to heart. besides, it does get you going—

and he’ll make sure to show you he doesn’t mean it, when he wraps his arms or all four around your trembling frame, holding you ever so gently. oh, but don’t point it out— he’ll get bashful and let you go. ♡

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Garden injuries, Sukuna R.

—in which you’re Sukuna’s gardener (future wife), and you accidentally injure yourself. And hide it from him. But he finds out anyway.

Part two, part three>>>

A/n: I need ideas, help help help help

Sighing, you stood up straight, wiping the sweat from your brow. The sun was harsh on your skin, the tan you’d worked up had brought you a shade or two darker since the beginning of this week.

You wore a simple pair of overalls, a bit baggy on you. And under, you wore a simple spaghetti strap tank top and gloves to protect your hands. Sukuna always disapproved of your clothing choice, always called it ‘peasant human attire’, he stopped when he watched you work one day, watching as sweat would roll down your neck and into your cleavage, or how your skin looked like it was practically glowing in the sun, his eyes drinking in the sight of you working hungrily.

You held a pair of pruning shears in hand as you cleaned up a bush, making sure the garden was maintained and looking gorgeous.

Pulling away from the bush, you smiled at your work, however hearing a voice behind you suddenly had you jolting. The grip on the shears loosened and it slipped between your fingers. Before promptly slicing down your thigh, creating a good size gash from your hip to lower thigh.

Gasping in pain, you bit your lip hard. The man who had snuck up on you was simply a new servant of Sukuna’s who needed to find a certain fruit that Sukuna had requested.

However, his face turned pale when he saw the accident take place. Knowing damn well how valued you are to him. “Oh my goodness— I am so sorry!”

“No no! It’s fine, not your fault. I should have been more careful,” sighing, you looked down at your bleeding leg, the pain making your knees weak and your hands clenched into fists, “lessons were learned. Don’t tell Lord Sukuna, okay? He has enough to worry about as is.” You smiled sweetly at him, despite the pain that made you want to bash your brain into a brick.

Immediately, you hobbled away to go get secret medical attention. Working hard to avoid Uraume, as well as trying to keep your heart steady so Sukuna wouldn’t get suspicious. You didn’t know how it worked, but he always told you he could hear your emotions. Which admittedly pissed you off because that meant he would read you like a book.

You’d gone and gotten yourself stitched and wrapped up. And made sure to only wear pants. Much to Sukuna’s displeasure.

Anytime you were in a room with Sukuna, you would do a 180 and leave the room, trying to walk as normally as possible. Not only was your time with Sukuna hindered, but so was your work in the garden.

It was hard to do what you needed to do with your injury, and Sukuna was quick to notice.

“Miss y/n, you’ve been summoned by Sukuna. He wishes to see you in his bed chambers.” A servant walked over to you, eyeing you curiously. No doubt wondering why you were hobbling around and not doing as good a job as you usually did.

“Right. Ok.” You nodded, hissing as you planted your foot wrong and it sent a jolt of pain up your bandaged thigh.

The walk there was terrible. You were sweating and shaking slightly due to the pain. Brows furrowed in relief when you finally made it to his bed chambers. Knocking on the large door, immediately it opened.

Sukuna stared down at you, looking furious, but immediately paused. The scent of blood and wounded flesh filled his nostrils, and he immediately yanked you inside. “Foolish human, what have you done?” He snapped and forced you to sit on his writing table.

“Ow shit!—“ cursing in pain from Sukuna plopping you down onto the table, only to be followed by him ripping the pants off of you. “H-hey— stop wait-“

Sukuna stared at the wound on your leg for a long time. His jaw clenched as he tried to calm himself down. His favorite human, no, future wife and queen, was wounded. And bad at that, it looked infected. The stitches were threatening to pop and the bandages were too tight, giving it no room to breathe.

Taking a deep breath, he summoned Uraume into the room. And they were there just like that.

“Fix this.” Pointing to the wound on your thigh, he pulled out the chair under the table and sat down. His steely glare locked onto you the entire time Uraume checked over the wound and began trying their best to repair the shitty stitching. “Why have you hidden this from me, brat?”

Your nails dug into the table, creating scratch marks as your jaw tightened in pain. Resisting the urge to yelp in pain each time Uraume wasn’t careful with their nails they’d scratch the wound or dip their finger in it.

“It wasn’t— it wasn’t, fuck,” you whimpered, tilting your head back, sweat dripping down your face and chest, your chest raising up and down with the deep, fast breaths you took, “—r-relevant.”

Sukuna stared at you, his eyes growing dark at your words. Not relevant? To him? You belonged to him. Every inch of you was relevant to him. Not only that, he would never admit it, he totally would, but the sight of you, sweaty, nails digging into the table and whimpering like that had his cock stirring in his pants. Although quickly the boner that was beginning to form immediately softened when he remembered that you were in immense pain and not pleasure.

He’d fix that later though.

“Listen to me when I say this, human,” grabbing your jaw, a tight grip but gentle in his own way, he forced you to look at him, “Every little thing you do, every breath you take, every beat of your heart, all of it. All of it is relevant to me. You are mine. My human. My woman.” He was stern as he spoke to you.

You swallowed weakly, his words had your heart racing faster and faster, and you knew he could tell because a shit-eating smirk rose to his lips.

“You cannot deny me, your own body knows it belongs to me.” His smirk was cocky, and it just had you rolling your eyes with a weak smile.

“Lord Sukuna,” Uraume got his attention quickly as they showed him the infected bits of the wound, “it is badly infected. With the way it’s spread, combined with her fever, I believe we need some medicine.”

Sukuna just nodded, “Do whatever you must. Get one of the servants to move all of her belongings to my chamber at once.”

You just groaned in relief when Uraume finally stopped digging in your gash. And let your back fall against the table. Your head resting on the table between his arms.

Sukuna rested his chin on his fist, looking down at you with dark and curious eyes. Reaching down, he let his nails gently trace your face. And he found himself growing addicted to the way you would seek his touch, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Mm yes, you are my human,” Sukuna spoke, mainly to himself. “I will claim you when this wound heals. You will be by my side, no longer just a gardener.”

“Mmmhm…” you just hummed, not opening your eyes as you fell asleep tug at your consciousness.

Sukuna who...

—won’t let you leave his sight once he’s had you in his bed. After he’s fucking you for hours in multiple positions, and after a he ruthlessly dragged orgasm after orgasm from your poor cunt that your brain is completely empty save for him.

No, he’ll have all four arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you utterly smooshed against his chest. No chance of escape. And anytime you try to squirm away from him, his arms just tighten around you. His teeth dig into your neck as a warning bite as he side eyed you.

His behavior only gets worse from the first time he’d had you. You quickly became his favorite concubine. Leaving the other women to get jealous, especially when Sukuna announced that you would take up a permanent residence in his bed chambers.

After an ‘accident’, the concubines attacked you, Sukuna had beheaded all of them. In one day— no, in one hour. You’d quickly taken root in his brain, and if you’d ask him he’d say you were like a parasite that demanded his affection. He just loved you.

And while you were happy to become the main focus of his attention, it wasn’t all good. Especially because Sukuna refused to let you out of his sight for majority of the day. Treating you as if you were some brain dead pup who’d shatter without him.

Now that was kind of pissing you off.

Especially when, if any of the male servants try to speak with you, he’d kill them. And eat them. That bastard.

One good thing, however, was every night, or whenever he wanted really, he’d have you pressed against him, cock fucking all the way up into your cervix. Constantly folded and malleable just for him as he’d force orgasms out of you even when you thought you couldn’t give anymore.

He was obsessed. Obsessed with you, your tits, the way your ass would jiggle every time you go up a flight of stairs or when he’d spank you for being ‘naughty’. He was obsessed with way you’d always draw him a bath after he’d been out all day, even when he demanded that that was a servants job. He didn’t push hard at all.

Every little thing you did, was perfect to him. Hell even when you’d get mad and eventually start screaming at him, your face just about going red. He thought it was so fucking sexy when you were pissed at him.

Of course, he’d never apologize verbally… but he would always make you ride his face or the large and freaky mouth on his stomach. For hours. Until you said you forgave him.

Yes, ever since Sukuna had taken your virginity that first night, he was a man possessed since.

Addiction- Yandere Mafia Boss Sukuna x Reader

an: I do not condone this behaviour, this is purely fiction. Do not interact if you do not like it, or can’t stomach it.

tw: dark themes, yandere, mafia au, violence, possessive behaviour, toxic relationships, kidnapping, branding, captivity

Sukuna is a selfish man. He’s a self-absorbed, egotistical bastard. The devil himself, a wretch of a man who is ruthless in everything he does. His cruel touch has cursed the lives of many; killings and tortures all done in his name, by his order. Sukuna does as pleases, indulging in his greed. Yet he still yearns for more. He possesses a desire that will never be sated. There had been kindness within him, once. A different time; when the world had not exposed its evil to him. That warmth was extinguished with his mother’s dying breath, and there lay no hope of reviving it. Until he met you.

A puny thing really, compared to the low-levelled goon of his that was currently harassing you. Such a classless act being committed outside one his preferred establishments, it was irritating. He didn’t intend to save you; more so punish the lackey for his annoyance. You were a pathetic, pitiful, cornered creature, not worth any attention. Then, out of nowhere, you kicked him straight in the nuts. Sukuna was simultaneously surprised, impressed, and amused. Before the goon could actually harm you, Sukuna stepped in and knocked him out. You were shaking from shock and terror. However, when you looked up at him, there was no fear eyes, only gratitude. Perhaps that was the reason he played a gentle saviour. A reward, he decided, for the entertainment you provided. Escorting you to your car and watching you drive off in the old rusted thing should have been the end of the whole affair, but it wasn’t. You lingered in the back of Sukuna’s mind for days. You plagued his thoughts, haunting him. His interest evolved into a nagging curiosity, and regardless of how he tried to resist it, the urge to know more about you won out; and down the rabbit hole he fell.

It began with the discovery of your name. It was all Sukuna needed to know, the name of the person he’d saved, the name of the person who tormented his mind. Yet it was not enough. He had to know more. He uncovered every bit of your being, leaving nothing unknown; your address, your number, your favourite foods and activities, your deepest secrets, all known to Sukuna. The more he knew, the more the obsession grew. You were perfection incarnate. Something, someone, truly divine that had graced the world with their presence. He desired to possess that divinity, to possess you. You didn’t deserve him, not at all. Sukuna was a depraved being, unworthy of even being near you. Alas, fate was cruel, and Sukuna even crueler. He had to have you, and would do anything in pursuit of you. You lived in the seediest part of time, he reasoned, in a shabby apartment that you could barely afford. You needed him to keep you safe and protected, you needed to be saved. He had his most trusted men tail you while he prepared the most luxurious room for you; you deserved only the best after all. It took time, yet Sukuna pieced together a flawless plan. Soon you would be with him, where you belonged. And how he couldn’t wait for that day to come.

As time marched on slowly, Sukuna became increasingly impatient; the anticipation of your arrival into his arms was overwhelming. Once the day arrived he became more agitated than usual. He had yearned for this day, for you, and soon he would have you. Sukuna was halfway through a meeting when his phone buzzed. The moment he glanced down and the read the message he’d received, Sukuna swiftly exited the meet room, ignoring the shock of his underlings. You had been safely delivered to his estate, your new home. Sukuna sped home in his car, anticipation building up and threatening to boil over. When he finally arrived Sukuna rushed through the door, up the grand staircase, and navigated through the extensive maze of corridors to your designated room. Taking a baited breath, he carefully opened the door and set his eyes upon you.

There you lie, his darling, his beloved, the only thing that could ever invoke such weakness from him— and you were here, lying right in front of him. You were peacefully dozing off. Sukuna stayed by your side for who knows how long, watching the soft rise and fall of your chest. Then, your eyes twitched, fluttering open. You awoke disgruntled, initial confusion turning into panic at the realization that you weren’t in your apartment. Sukuna watched you for a moment, before deciding to grab your attention.

“So you’ve finally awaken, hm?” He hummed, watching as you slowly turn towards him. Your expression was akin to a frightened doe. Slowly, the gears turned in your head and you gaped in recognition, “You! Did you do this to me?!”

“As in returning you to where you belong? Yes, I did.” He replied neutrally.

“What the hell are you talking about,” you snarled. “Quite,” he ordered, dropping his neutral tone for a more menacing one. “You’re mine, I saved you didn’t I? You should repay the favour.” “Let me go!” You cry, struggling with all your might. “Please,” you beg as you finally break, beginning to sob. “Enough, there’s no need for that. As long as you behave, you’ll be rewarded.”

With that, Sukuna stalked out the room. He knew it would take time for you to adjust, after all anyone would react poorly to such sudden change. All Sukuna could do was wait, and he’d done so before. He wanted to own you not only in body, but in mind and soul as well. He yearned for a normal relationship with you— well, as normal as a relationship with him can be. So, he remained patient, albeit with much difficulty. Sukuna loves you so much and he knows, he knows, he must be understanding of your feelings, yet he cannot impede his desire for you, for your warmth and kindness, for everything and anything but the fear you display. He wants for you to not cower when you see him. He wants for you to tremble nervously. He wants you to not look at him with the terror and hatred that others do. Sukuna wants— no he needs you to love him as he loves you, to devote yourself to him as he’s done for you. And he will do anything to attain that, even it requires him to wait forever.

Then again, perhaps that patient leniency is what lead to this situation in the first place, Sukuna muses to himself. You kneel in front of tears pooling at your eyes, false apologies spilling out of your lips. His indulgence of you had lead to your attempt to leave him, to abandon him just as everyone else had. Perhaps you weren’t an angel then, rather you were a demon; a sultry temptress sent to corrupt him further, to ensnare him in your web of lies and devour him whole. Well, you’d succeeded. He’d gone soft for you, for his precious, sweet thing. But now you’d revealed your true nature. You did not need his protecting, no you needed him to correct you. He would purify you, lead you into the light, into his light. Yes, he was your saviour and this was all done for you, for your betterment. Sukuna feels a twisted pleasure blossoming in his heart, your “corrections” would begin now.

“Please Sukuna, please. I’m sorry, I really am so sorry,” you plead, sniffling and hiccuping slightly, “I won’t do it again, I swear!”

Sukuna looks down at you, smiling unnervingly. Gently, he kneels, reaching down to wipe the tears from your right eye, and coos down at you, “Don’t worry, my love. I won’t hurt you. How could I? I love you more than life itself. I cherish you more than anything in this world.” You nod tentatively, lulled by his low and kind tone and sweet words. “But, you’ve been thoroughly ungrateful. Behaving so poorly, and now this. I don’t blame you, of course. It’s my fault after all. I failed to teach you properly, so now I must rectify this mistake. This will merely be a small lesson my love, done for your sake, not mine.”

With that, Sukuna stood up. He towers above you, like a god, your god. You stopped crying, the tears sticking to your face, making your cheeks ans eyes red, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You look adorable like this, thought Sukuna, still smiling. His smile grew almost sadistic as he gestured towards his men. You furrowed your brows in confusion, most liking wondering what he meant by “lesson.” Your eyes dart around the room, trying to comprehend what was happening. Then, you spot it; a branding iron. You shriek, attempting to run but a few muscular guards hold you down. You thrash around wildly, begging and screaming. A scene truly oscar worthy in Sukuna’s opinion, though it didn’t invoke any pity from the guards. Finally, you turn to him.

“Sukuna don’t! Please, I beg of you! I’ll behave, I promise. I’ve learned my lesson I swear! I only need you, I only love you!” You screech, pleadingly. Sukuna hums, unaffected by your display. He rips off the section of your shirt covering your lower back. He traces some letters onto the bare skin. Reaching out his arm to receive the branding iron, he tuts, “Ah, but darling, how could you have learned a lesson that I am yet too teach? You must not lie, although we shall save that lesson for another time. Today’s lesson is on who you belong too: me.”

Carefully, Sukuna lined the branding iron up perfectly. And then he brought it down on you. You let out a blood-curdling scream, howling and writhing in pain as your skin sizzled delightfully. Sukuna held it place for a good few seconds before removing it. Grinning, he read and reread the “property of Sukuna” that had been burned into your skin. Proof of his ownership over you that was permanently imprinted into your skin. You continued to wriggle and sob from the searing pain. This, Sukuna thought in full confidence, was a lesson that neither of you would forget. Sighing contently, he rang a bell, summoning your personal servants, or babysitters.

“Allow the brand to fully set in. Do not cause additional pain, but do not relieve the current pain they’re feeling either. Disobey and you will be severely punished, understood?” He ordered, darkly. The maids nodded and carefully carried you out the room. Sukuna turned around, glaring sharply, “Well then, out! All of you!”

His men scrambled out of the room, unwilling to fave their boss’s wrath should they disobey. Alone, Sukuna poured himself a whiskey and relished in the pleasure he received from your “lesson.” He needed to own you, to have you. To be the only one who could love you, who could hurt you; it would be him and him alone. It was not love he felt, it was an addiction, to you. An addiction that he must feed, Sukuna mused as he thought about more “lesson” plans. After all, he had promised to teach you about the wrongs of lying.

Ryomen Sukuna || Jujutsu Kaisen ||💀

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