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hi i got hit with the ao3 curse…. akxhishdiwbe and itMs the fucking reason why i’ve been gone siaiixhsjs

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lonely hearts canyon! | ryomen sukuna

pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

summary: having to go canyoning with your (ex)boyfriend after finding out he cheated on you the night before was not your idea of a good time. Luckily your very attractive adventure guide Sukuna is there to help you forget your heartbreak!

word count: 3.4k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, cheating (by reader's ex), piv sex, marathon sex, cunnilingus, sixty-nine, unprotected sex, marathon sex

a/n: went canyoning last week and couldn't stop running through this scenario in my head so here you GO

Signing up for canyoning with your boyfriend had seemed like a good idea at the time. A fun little adventure at the end of your holiday to bring the two of you closer than ever.

It seemed less like a good idea now, considering that last night you caught him fucking some waitress at the hotel you’d been staying at after he’d claimed to be going out to get some fresh air. 

But the excursion reservations had been paid in advance, and they were expensive, so despite the screaming match that the two of you had engaged in last night likely signalling the end of your relationship, here you both were standing at the adventure centre waiting to meet your guide. 

The two of you stood in stony silence, as you would likely remain throughout this little adventure and all through the flight home. You weren’t even sure you’d talk to him when you arrived back in your home country, likely opting to toss all of his shit out of your house and change the locks. Fuck him.

You could feel your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, bristling beside you, desperate to say something. You wondered what line of argument he’d take this time - that he was so sorry and it was a mistake, or if he’d go back to blaming you for not giving him enough attention. 

But before he could say anything your guide appeared. He was massive, with soft pink hair slicked back with water, piercing red eyes, and a body that looked like it had been crafted by the gods themselves - sharp black tattoos running down his face and all over his muscles. 

You found yourself double checking that your mouth wasn’t agape, doing your best not to openly admire him. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black swimming trunks and as he noticed you checking him out he shot you a charming smirk. 

That smile had you blushing, gaze darting down to the floor. You weren’t sure why you felt so guilty for thinking he was hot - it wasn’t like you were in a relationship anymore. 

“Canyoning right?” The guide asked, as he looked at you both, eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than your ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah. About that.” Your ex cut in. He looked tiny compared to the guide. “Is there any way we can get a refund? We’re not really feeling it.” 

The guide shrugged. “If you’re not feeling it you can leave, but we don’t give refunds.” His red eyes narrowed, gaze darting between the two of you, evidently sensing the tension. 

“No, it's fine, I wanna do it.” You said sweetly and your gaze swept over the guide. If your boyfriend could fuck some waitress you could certainly get your own back and flirt a bit with this guy. He was definitely hot enough. 

“That’s the spirit.” He said with a grin, ignoring the way your ex glowered at him, keeping his red eyes fixed on you. “What’s your name, angel?” 

You gave it to him, feeling your stomach flip over as he shook your hand. His hand was so much bigger than yours, calloused skin pressing against your soft palm, practically engulfing your hand in his. 

“Sukuna.” He said casually, the deep tone of his voice making you shiver. Your ex seemed to take notice of your flustered state, scoffing a little.

“No. We’re leaving.” He said firmly, sizing Sukuna up for a moment. 

“You can leave if you want. I’m going canyoning.” You spat back at your ex. You were sure that you’d have a much more pleasant time without him anyway. 

However, your ex seemed to be under the impression that you weren’t yet broken up, and was clearly threatened by Sukuna’s presence, so with an eye roll he agreed to tag along - obviously deciding that was a better option than leaving you alone with this very attractive man. 

So the two of you piled into Sukuna’s truck, wetsuits and harnesses in the back as he drove the two of you to the canyon. You ignored your ex through most of the journey, sitting up front with Sukuna, asking him a million questions about how he ended up becoming a guide and what he enjoyed doing in his free time.

He was infinitely more interesting than your ex was, the sort of man who enjoyed all things adrenaline, engaging with several extreme sports, always out in nature - hiking, surfing, canyoning, kayaking, skydiving - he did it all. 

Not only was he an interesting man for his range of hobbies, but he was also interested in you. Even though your life felt mundane compared to his, he listened intently to your answers to his questions - something that your ex-boyfriend had long stopped doing. 

The hike up the canyon was more of the same, the two of you walking ahead with Sukuna making you giggle endlessly. He was so easy and confident, it sent your heart racing in a way that it hadn’t in a long time with your ex. Sukuna was new and exciting, the type of person who could sweep you off your feet. 

You could feel your ex’s gaze burning into the back of your head the whole way to the top of the trail, but you paid him no mind. Even when he tried to convince Sukuna that you should turn back because it was too hot wearing the wetsuits he was brushed aside. It was clear that Sukuna had no interest in appeasing him, all of his focus on you. 

Reaching the top of the trail, Sukuna talked you both through the safety instructions, before leading you through the canyon. You had his full attention, with him praising you each time you did a big jump into the water, cooing at what a good job you were doing. Each time you hesitated he was encouraging you, his hands on your hips making sure that you were positioning yourself correctly for the bigger jumps. 

It was clear that your ex-boyfriend was furious, scoffing and glaring each time Sukuna made you giggle, rolling his eyes anytime Sukuna’s hands brushed against your body to guide you down the next feature of the canyon. You couldn’t really care less, heart racing not just from the adrenaline of jumping and sliding through the canyon but from how Sukuna was making you feel.

Towards the end of the canyon there was a long section of wading through water before you’d reach the final jump, and you found yourself and Sukuna walking a long way ahead of your ex, who was openly sulking behind you. 

“You guys are broken up right?” Sukuna asked, jerking his head back in the direction of your ex. 

“I guess it's obvious huh?” 

Sukuna chuckled. “Doesn't take a genius to work it out. What’d he do?” 

“Cheated on me.” You responded. It still made you feel sick to say out loud, what was he thinking, throwing away your relationship so carelessly? 

“He’s stupid.” Sukuna said with a shrug, red eyes roaming over you. “If I had someone as pretty as you I don’t think I’d be letting them go.” You went a deep shade of red, his deep tone sending a shiver through you. 

“Yeah well, maybe I should’ve chosen better in the first place.” You said quietly. 

Lost in thought, your foot hit a slippery rock beneath the water and you found yourself tripping forward, only for Sukuna to promptly grab you, his arm snaking easily around your waist as he pulled you up to your feet. “Careful.” He purred, “wouldn’t want you getting hurt out here.” 

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, your heart hammering in your chest at the close proximity. He leaned in close, his breath fanning across your face. “You know, if you wanna get back at him I’d be happy to help.” 

“I–” You considered that for a moment. It would be childish, it would make you no better than him. But Sukuna was very attractive, and you weren’t keen on going back to the hotel room with your ex tonight anyway. “I don’t know…”

Sukuna shrugged. “It's up to you, but I bet I can show you a better time than that loser ever did.” 

You approached the final jump and waited for your boyfriend to catch up. Sukuna let him go through first, unenthusiastically pointing out to him where in the pool of water he needed to land to avoid hitting any hidden rocks, doing the bare minimum to ensure that your ex came out of this experience still breathing. 

With you he took a lot longer. With your ex-boyfriend already down below, Sukuna had his hands braced on your body as he carefully positioned you on the ledge, giving a long explanation about where was safe and where wasn’t, his chest pressed against your back, the hairs on your neck standing up straight as he brought his lips close to your ear, asking if you understood his instructions. 

You nodded shyly as he stepped back, his deep voice encouraging you to do the jump, spurring you on as you leapt into the water, grinning and laughing as you swam up to the surface. You’d have to go canyoning more often - you weren’t expecting it to be this fun. 

Though it would’ve been a lot more fun if you didn’t have your ex-boyfriend glaring daggers at you right now.

Sukuna leapt from the ledge, splashing into the water and praising you for your jump, ruffling your hair affectionately as the two of you climbed out of the water, joining your ex on solid ground where he was standing with his arms folded, his expression enraged. Sukuna gave him a nod and brushed past, beckoning the two of you to follow him back to the van. 

You’d tried to climb into the front seat of the van next to Sukuna like you had on the drive to the canyon, only to be pushed back by your ex who promptly took your space. He clambered into the chair and slammed the door shut, leaving you to awkwardly shuffle into the back. 

Sukuna’s red eyes met yours in the mirror as you sheepishly buckled yourself in, but neither of you said anything. Sukuna was on the clock and he wasn’t prepared to start a fight with a client and get himself fired, and considering the volatile state that your ex seemed to be in you didn’t want to start conflict right now either. 

The ride back was silent, and as you jumped out of the van your ex-boyfriend was quick to grab your wrist, saying nothing as he pulled you over towards your rental car, clearly wanting to get away as quickly as possible.

“What’s the rush?” Sukuna’s deep voice sounded from behind you. 

“Are you fucking kidding dude?” Your ex hissed as he turned around to face the man. If you weren’t so uncertain about what was going to happen next you would have laughed - your ex seemed so small trying to stand up to Sukuna. “Quit trying to fuck my girlfriend, its embarassing.” 

Sukuna smirked. “You think she’s your girlfriend? Does she know that?” 

“Fucking obviously, we came here as a couple.” Your ex spat. “You’re way out of line.” 

“Hmmm, is that how you see it, angel?” Sukuna asked, turning his gaze to you, seemingly unbothered by the seething man currently squaring up to him. You weren’t surprised that he was so fearless, your ex had less than half the muscle that Sukuna did, if it came to physical blows you had no doubt in your mind who would come out on top. 

“No.” You said simply, looking at your ex. “I thought I made it pretty clear last night that we’re done.” 

“Babe, you were just over-reacting like always - you can’t really be about to throw away our relationship because of this guy.” Your ex had turned to you now, pointing back at Sukuna accusingly. 

“You threw away our relationship when you fucked that waitress.” You hissed, before taking a step towards Sukuna, gazing up at the pink-haired man. “Can I go back to your place? I don’t really have anywhere to stay tonight.” You asked sweetly. 

A big, victorious grin crossed Sukuna’s face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Of course you can, angel.” 

And that’s how you ended up on Sukuna's couch, well, Sukuna’s lap to be more specific, bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it. 

He’d wasted no time getting you to his place, crashing his lips against yours in the hallway of his apartment, tugging your summer dress up over your head and leaving you in your bikini as he dragged you over to the couch. 

Taking his time, he’d worshipped your body like you were a goddess, pinching and licking at your tits until you were pushing him away from overstimulation, biting at your neck and shoulders, scattering purple marks all over your skin, teasing his fingers along your pussy through your bikini until you were begging him to touch you properly. 

He’d stripped you of your remaining clothes, and you expected him to get straight to it, moving on quickly to the main event just like your ex-boyfriend always would. But instead his head was between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy, tongue dipping into your entrance greedily while his fingers massaged your clit, relentless with his attention until you were cumming so hard that your vision turned white. 

Your ex had never eaten you out, he’d always said that it was gross and dirty, that oral was something that women should perform on men - not the other way around. You found yourself cursing that asshole for never letting you experience this, the release that Sukuna had given you was better than any orgasm you’d ever experienced before. 

Not that your ex had made you cum all that often anyway. 

Sukuna had refused your attempt to return the favor, insisting that this was about you, and that if you were so desperate to suck his cock you could do it later, after he’d made you cum so many times that you’d forget your own name. 

His cock was huge, and he suggested that you start out by riding him so that you could take it all in at your own pace. You were grateful for that because as you sunk down on his cock the stretch was immense, he was so big that tears sprang to your eyes and you found yourself whimpering with each inch that you took. 

But it was a nice problem to have. The euphoria of being filled up and stretched out like this was unbelievable, especially with Sukuna rubbing your clit as he cooed about how good you were doing. Your ex had never really stretched you out at all, the size of his cock was almost laughable compared the monster hanging between Sukuna’s legs. 

Once you had him fully sheathed inside your pussy, you wasted no time as you started to bounce on his cock. Each time you brought yourself down on him you were seeing stars, his cock hitting a pleasurable spot deep enough inside you that you didn’t even know it existed until today. 

Moans and whimpers or pleasure filled the apartment as you rode him, wondering if you’d bitten off more than you could chew as your thighs quickly started to ache from the sheer effort of moving yourself along his monstrous length. Your fingernails were digging into his shoulders, your body desperately trying to move faster to chase your orgasm, but the stamina in your legs was waning fast. 

Sukuna let out a low chuckle, the rumble of it vibrating through his cock sending a shock of pleasure through you. He placed his hands behind his head for a moment, watching you struggle to take him for a while longer before intervening, his big hands moving down to your hips and taking control over your movements, letting you relax as he slammed you down on his cock over and over again. 

“O-oh fuck.” You whined, throwing your head back in ecstasy as he abused that one spot inside you over and over. Your fingers dug so hard into his shoulder that you were sure you’d drawn blood, and you squeezed your eyes firmly shut as your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. It felt so good, completely overwhelming all of your senses, your body twitching desperately and squeezing around his length as you experienced an even better orgasm than the one he’d given you earlier. 

He didn’t stop his movements, keeping up with his aggressive pace as he chased his own orgasm. You were too fucked out and caught up in the aftershocks of your own release to do anything, completely overwhelmed and more than happy to let him take over.

“You on the pill?” His voice sounded distant, but you just about managed to catch his words. You gave him a small nod, desperate for the feeling of him cumming inside you. You were well aware of the risks, but right now you felt way too good to care. 

He smirked as he slammed his hips into you a few more times before reaching his release, the warm sensation of his seed filling you up and dripping down your thighs had you letting out a sigh of pleasure. 

Once he’d cum, you assumed that the two of you were done, that he’d pull out and send you on your merry way. Sex was always over for you and your ex once he came, whether you’d gotten your orgasm or not.

What you weren’t expecting was for Sukuna to pull out and push you into a new position, moving you off his lap and onto your knees, your hands braced against the back of the couch as he positioned himself behind you, sinking his cock back into your sopping pussy, fucking you with just as much vigor as he had before. 

And that’s how the night continued, Sukuna fucking you relentlessly in every position you could imagine. On your hands and knees on the floor, full nelson with you facing the mirror watching your own fucked out expression as his cock slid in and out of you, mating press with your legs thrown haphazardly over his shoulders and his red eyes staring wildly down at you. 

In the moments that he needed to recharge between pumping buckets of cum into you, he was lavishing your pussy with attention, licking up your combined juices and making you come undone over and over again with his tongue. When his cock hardened once more he put the two of you into a sixty-nine, continuing to lap at your pussy as he worked his cock down your throat, praising you for how well you were taking it. 

He fucked you for hours before you were finally done, finishing off in missionary in his bed, your body shaking with each thrust, your eyes heavy with exhaustion as he came inside you one last time, pulling out and collapsing beside you, arm thrown over your exhausted body. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled, nuzzling his face into your hair. “So fucking good, angel.” 

You couldn’t verbalise a response, your body too thoroughly spent to engage with anything right now, mind swimming with pleasure and the desire to drift off to sleep on this comfy bed. 

“You meant to be flying back home with that asshole ex of yours tomorrow?” He asked, fingers comfortingly rubbing circles into your soft skin.

“Mhmm.” You responded. You’d been trying not to think about how awkward that flight would be, your ex was definitely not above starting a fight on the plane and you weren’t sure that you could take the humiliation of all your issues being aired out in a confined space in front of dozens of people.

“How about you stay a little longer?” Sukuna suggested, and you glanced at him with surprise. In your mind this had been a one time thing, a petty ploy for vengeance. “I did say that if I had someone as pretty as you I wouldn’t let them go easy.” He reminded you. 

You smiled at him. Catching what would likely be the worst flight of your life or spending a few more days in paradise with a man who had you seeing stars when he fucked you? 

Yeah, that was a no-brainer.  

a/n: he's so oooof anyway play girlfriend by hemlocke springs

© sukunahs

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your older brother's best friend

series masterlist !

synopsis: ryomen sukuna was an enigma. the mystery of a man you'd grown up around and found yourself quietly falling for. yet, when he manages to spare more than a brief glance in your direction for even a moment and give into his desires is where everything went wrong.

contents: smut, angst, hurt/comfort, minor violence, miscommunication, verbal degradation, brief emetophobia warning, and more.

a/n (please read): this is a repost from my old account i deleted for personal reasons! i apologize to anyone who was waiting on me to finish it lololol but it should be wrapping up soon. this drabble turned mini-series is very dear to me, so i hope anyone who reads can enjoy as much as i liked writing it! for traction sake, i’ll be posting this series a tad bit slower.

wc: 22k+/???

part 1 / chit chat

part 2 / w.d.y.w.f.m?

part 3 / misery business

part 4 / sleepless

part 5 / blackout

part 6 / cherry flavored

part 7 / knee socks

part 8 / lost in translation

part 9 / somebody else

part 10 / rose-colored boy

part 11 / silver lining

part 12 / she needs him

part 13 / goodnight and go

part 14 / ???

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and i apparently have been writing for one piece loki :D fuck sishaishsue have u guys seen him ??? he looks like a total sweetheart 😭 sihfiedbidd

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i’m editing a husband!sukuna drabble at the moment so might as well post it later HSHDHSHA yes i’m editing bc i can’t keep on reasoning out that i havent proofread any of the things i write abt

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ok so that twd debrief draft wt hb!kuna was actually prompted by the fact that i just literally bingewatched twd s1 just bc my ass wanna see some zombies sjsbsjdh

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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 15

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 17 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

MASTERLIST

"In two weeks, I'll be away on training camp. For a week."

You and Sukuna sit on the couch after a long day, both in sweatpants and matching Tigers hoodies, cuddled up in front of the TV, where a cooking show plays, when he announces the news. You turn your head to look at his tattooed face, pouting a bit when you reply,

"A whole week? And I guess you won't come home in the evenings?"

Sukuna grins at you, that boyish playful grin that makes him look too damn attractive,

"Aww, are you gonna miss me?"

You sigh and stretch, putting your legs in his lap. And Sukuna immediately grabs one of your socked feet and gives you a foot massage, making you hum before you tell him with a mischievous grin,

"Maybe a little. I'll miss your cooking skills..."

"Only my cooking skills?"

"Yeah, and it will be a bit of an inconvenience that I'll have to carry my books to class all by myself."

You smile and make a show of inspecting your fingernails boredly before you lift your head to look into Sukuna's eyes again and ask,

"What about you? Are you gonna miss me, baby?"

The grin on Sukuna's face is downright evil by now, and his eyes sparkle with devilish amusement. He huffs and shrugs cooly,

"I don't know. Maybe a tiny little bit. I might be the slightest bit bored without your unqualified statements when I watch hockey vids."

You snort and try to kick him with your socked feet, but Sukuna just grabs them tighter with his large hands and gives them a squeeze while he raises an amused eyebrow at you, asking with a smug smirk,

"What, princess?"

You glare playfully at him but get distracted by how beautiful Sukuna looks with his handsome face and all the tattoos, those long black lashes framing his maroon eyes. Eyes that are filled with far too much smugness. You roll your eyes at him and cross your arms in front of your chest.

"I love you, asshole."

Sukuna's smirk grows even bigger.

"I love you too, brat."

The two of you stare into each other's eyes for a long moment, neither wanting to look away first and then both of you burst out laughing at the same time. Sukuna cocks his head, grinning at you,

"Come here, give me a kiss, princess."

He makes a kissy face that makes you laugh even louder before you pull your feet out of his hands and crawl over to him, smiling when you feel Sukuna's strong arms immediately wrap around you and pull you in his lap, right before your lips find his in a sweet kiss.

You never thought being apart from Sukuna for a week would be so hard.

Considering how this whole thing between the two of you started with the whole fuckbuddies thing, it should be absolutely easy peasy to spend a few days apart.

But what you learn in those seven days is that a week can be very long when you miss your boyfriend.

It makes you realize how used you have become to spend almost all day with Sukuna. You even sleep in his bed, or he in yours every night. You have breakfast together and walk to class together, and meet for lunchtime and study dates in the library, and you drop by his practice all the time now, and have dinner at his place and have overly competitive Mario Kart matches with Yuuji, and watch hockey videos in bed until you fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Now you feel like a piece of your soul is missing when you walk to class on your own, and lunch isn't the same without making fun of Sukuna's daily chicken and rice and listening to him shit-talking about a rival team.

The weirdest things are the nights, though. It's kind of embarrassing how fast you got used to feeling Sukuna's tall, buff body behind you, and somehow, you feel cold in your bed now even though your room isn't cold at all.

The nightly phone calls with Sukuna help a little, and either he is also unwilling to hang up, or he knows you well enough to know you can fall asleep more easily when you hear his soothing low voice talk to you, so he always stays on the phone with you until you have drifted off to sleep.

Of course, he teases you endlessly about how loud you snore or how he saw you drooling onto the pillow, but he always murmurs the sweetest little nothings to you late at night, too tired to play it cool or wear a mask. So you could easily tease him too about being such a huge simp for you, but you stay nice and just smile and listen to his low murmurs.

Those nights on the phone aren't able to replace Sukuna's physical presence in your bed, though, so you seem to be in a constant state of withdrawal, which makes you restless and grumpy.

So when the week has finally passed, and you hear the long-awaited loud knock on your door, you are off the couch in an instant. You yank open the door impatiently, smiling when you see Sukuna's tall figure with his sports bag slung casually over his broad shoulder and that attractive boyish smirk on his tattooed face that always makes your knees weak.

"Hey, princess. I'm home."

His low voice sounds smooth and warm, and you practically fling yourself at him, wrapping your arms around Sukuna's tall, muscular body, hugging him tightly as you tilt your head to smile up at him,

"Welcome home, champion."

Sukuna laughs, one strong arm immediately wrapping around your waist where it seems to naturally belong. His lips brush over your forehead, murmuring the exact words you were just thinking,

"Damn, I didn't know a week could be that long."

But now he is finally back home, standing in front of you, tall and broad, looking so good in his soft white hoodie with the team logo embroidered on the front.

Before you can reply, Sukuna drops his heavy sports bag and wraps both of his strong arms around you, pulling you against him and making you gasp when his lips instantly claim yours in a hungry kiss.

Your surprised gasp turns into a happy sigh as you practically melt against your boyfriend's muscular body, hugging him tightly and letting him pull you on your tiptoes so he can deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth and kissing you with those sexy deep French kisses that drive you a little crazy each time.

You are both breathing heavily when you finally part, hazy eyes looking into each other for a long moment before Sukuna starts to grin again, and you chuckle softly while your thumbs brush over the short hair of his undercut.

"You played so well, baby. I'm so proud of you."

You're referring to the game Sukuna's team played at the end of the training camp. You saw most of it thanks to Yuuji, who was sitting on the bench with a sprained ankle and face-timed you to show you his brother scoring goal after goal. Sukuna even skated over to grab his brother's phone to blow you a kiss and dedicate the victory to you.

Sukuna's large hands sprawl over your waist as he laughs and raises a cocky eyebrow at you, but you can see that he is basking in your praise.

"I would have scored even more goals if you were in the arena. I would have destroyed those losers completely if my girl was there cheering me on in the stands."

You laugh too and shake your head, snuggling against Sukuna, resting your cheek against his chest and inhaling his scent, the sexy cologne he always wears, his cherry-scented hairspray, and faint traces of cigarette smoke, meaning he managed to sneak away from his coach to smoke in secret despite the constant lectures about how athletes shouldn't smoke.

"Oh, I think you already ruined their chances for the championship enough. You didn't really need me there."

Sukuna huffs and a long tattooed finger touches your chin and makes you lift your head. Those beautiful maroon eyes gaze deeply into yours, and his lips lift in that attractive lopsided smirk.

"And that's where you are wrong. I always need you by my side."

Sukuna's voice is velvety and low, with that teasing, flirty tone you love so much. That tone of voice that always reminds you of nights spent tangled in soft sheets, your sweaty bodies moving against each other while soft moans and breathy love confessions fill your bedroom.

And you know that Sukuna means those words, no matter how teasing he sounds. You can see it in how soft his eyes are when he looks at you right now. And you know your eyes must give away how smitten you are with him, too.

Your hands come to rest on Sukuna's broad chest, gently brushing your fingers over the soft cotton of his white hoodie, feeling the swell of his buff pecs and his strong heartbeat even through the thick fabric of the warm sweater.

"Then I'll try to sneak onto the team bus next time."

Sukuna chuckles and captures your lips in another slow and deep kiss. He's so tender with you that it makes your heart throb.

It's one of those secret, soft moments that most people don't expect a rough guy like Sukuna to be capable of. He is feared by his opponents. Gets called The King of Curses because he is like a curse coming over rival teams, making their most important players drop like flies, spending weeks on the bench with various injuries caused by your boyfriend. Even his own teammates are scared of him.

But when it comes to you, Sukuna is always sweet.

And you are sweet to him, too.

Your hands slip under Sukuna's soft white hoodie and find his smooth, warm skin and firm muscles, caressing his abs and pecs while you kiss him sweetly, showing him how happy you are to have him back.

You're both breathing heavily when Sukuna whispers against your lips,

"I missed you, princess."

Right at the same moment as you murmur,

"I missed you, baby."

Sukuna laughs softly, and then he smiles. That dazzling, beautiful smile he only reserves for you.

"I got something for you."

He leans down to unzip the side pocket of his sports bag, and when he straightens up again, there's a small gift package sitting in the palm of his calloused hand. You blink at Sukuna's hand and the gift and then look at him with suspiciously moist eyes,

"Oh... Kuna. You... you didn't have to buy me something..."

He smiles at you, shrugging seemingly casually, but you can see the tips of his ears turn slightly pink, and it's one of the most endearing things you ever saw. Sukuna watches as you take the gift package and slowly unwrap it, murmuring in his low voice,

"When we went to dinner, we walked past a shop, and I saw it in the window, and thought of you. Had to get back the next day to get it for you."

The wrapping paper opens and reveals a rectangular box. You lift the lid under Sukuna's watchful gaze and gasp softly when you see a delicate gold necklace with a pretty charm in the shape of a pair of hockey skates adorned with a small diamond that sparkles prettily in the light.

You clap a hand over your mouth, blinking up at Sukuna, and this time, you can't hide the tears in your eyes anymore. You reach up to wipe them away at the same moment as Sukuna cups your cheek with his large hand to brush his thumb over a stray tear running down your left cheek. You smile up at Sukuna, voice soft,

"That's so pretty. Thank you so much, baby."

Sukuna laughs softly, sounding pleased, when he tells you,

"And you haven't even seen all of it yet. Turn it around."

You bite your lip as you carefully take the small ice skates pendant and turn it around. Your smile grows even bigger when you see the small engraving on the back of the charm. Sukuna, it says in a filigree font next to a small heart.

Your pulse races. Sukuna got you a necklace with his name on it. It's so intimate somehow and possessive as if he is staking his claim, and it makes butterflies flutter wildly in your stomach. You like the thought of Sukuna wanting to mark you as his.

"I love it!"

You beam up at Sukuna, smiling brightly, and Sukuna's cat-like gaze travels slowly over you, lips lifted in a proud smile.

"Let me put it on you."

He makes a circular gesture with his long, tattooed fingers, and you nod and turn around right when Sukuna adds, in a low, seductive voice,

"Take your sweater off first. I wanna see how the necklace looks against your skin."

Your heart is beating wildly as you take off your sweater and let it drop to the floor, leaving you in your bra, standing with your back to Sukuna, feeling your breath quicken as he steps closer, and you can feel his tall body brush lightly against your skin. His large fingers are surprisingly skilled in fastening the delicate gold chain around your neck. His breath is warm on your shoulder as he leans down to whisper to you,

"I love you."

The words are followed by a tender kiss getting pressed onto your shoulder. And your eyelashes flutter, your whole body feeling so warm. Butterflies flutter not only in your stomach but also in your pussy when Sukuna trails more teasing kisses over your shoulder and neck.

He makes you so weak, makes you tremble in his strong arms. Makes you yearn for him.

Sukuna's warm hands come to rest on your waist, long, tattooed fingers sprawling possessively over your skin, fingertips dipping into the waistband of your sweatpants teasingly.

Your voice sounds shaky when you reply,

"I love you too. And I love having your name on me all the time now."

You are answered by a low growl and a tightening of those strong hands on your waist.

"Fuck, do you know how crazy it drives me when you say stuff like that?"

You can feel Sukuna smile against your naked shoulder, and you turn around in his arms, hugging him again, moaning softly when your half-exposed breasts press against his soft hoodie.

There's a hunger in Sukuna's eyes when your gaze meets his, and before you know it, you get scooped up into your boyfriend's strong arms.

"Let's celebrate my goals properly. I missed my victory fuck. How am I supposed to ever score again under these conditions?"

You roll your eyes and grin playfully at Sukuna while letting your fingers play with his undercut,

"In that case, I guess I have to take one for the team, huh?"

You both laugh, but the laughter soon gets replaced by heavy breathing and soft groans while you kiss and undress each other impatiently and tumble down onto your bed.

You whimper needily when Sukuna lets his hard cock glide through your wet pussy lips, his swollen tip caressing your clit while he kisses you deeply. And then he pushes inside you for the first time after a week apart, claiming you again and moaning your name softly when he is fully buried in your warm pussy.

He takes his sweet time with you, fucking you slow and deep as if he needs to cherish every second of it after being apart from you the whole week. It's not so much a victory fuck, as he claimed, but slow lovemaking instead.

Sukuna is pressing you down into the soft sheets with his tall, athletic body, making you mewl with every slow roll of his hips. The necklace he gifted to you is the only thing you are wearing, the small charm resting between your breasts, gliding over your skin with every thrust of Sukuna's cock.

You hug Sukuna tightly while his warm mouth is on your neck, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin, making you moan his name even louder than his cock alone already does.

You feel so taken care of like this when Sukuna is covering your whole body with his broad figure. All big and strong and muscular on top of you, pressing you down, making sure you go nowhere and stay right where he wants you.

Sukuna's skin is so warm against yours, his naked body deliciously heavy on top of you, moving slowly but powerfully against you. He is everything you see and feel. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, needing more of him, babbling incoherently, begging him to take you, to fuck you, to love you as thoroughly as he can.

Your hands are wandering aimlessly over Sukuna's broad back, digging your nails into his beefy muscles, caressing his warm tattooed skin, tracing all the scars from various hockey injuries before they finally come to rest on his flexed biceps, marveling at how good those strong arms feel under your hands.

Sukuna's cock is so deep in you, long and thick, making you almost delirious with how full and good he makes you feel. You can't help but whimper, and Sukuna answers you with a low, sexy moan before his lips capture yours in a hungry but loving kiss.

You both get lost in your sweet lovemaking. Sukuna's low groans make your head spin, and his velvety voice sounds thick with desire when he murmurs against your neck,

"Fuck yeah, my beautiful girl. Feels so right to fuck you again. Your pretty pussy missed me, too, huh? So wet and warm for me."

You sob his name shakily, feeling your pussy tightening around Sukuna's cock, while he slowly fucks you into the mattress.

"I missed you so much, Kuna. Need you, baby."

"Fuck... I missed you too, princess."

Sukuna grabs your hands, captures them tightly in his much larger hands, and brings them up beside your head, fixing them there by interlacing his fingers with yours. A gesture so tender for a rough boy like him that it makes you sob loudly, overcome by how much you love him. It makes you clench around him and arch up against his heavy body, a breathless moan of his name falling from your lips.

Your legs are wrapped tightly around Sukuna's narrow hips, clinging to him, pulling him even closer, needing him so bad. The slight adjustment of positions makes him rest more of his weight on you, and it feels perfect. You are moaning his name anytime Sukuna lifts his hips ever so slightly and then rolls them against yours again, fucking you with those slow, gentle thrusts that feel so intimate.

He is so close to you, as close as possible, filling you so good, loving you so good that it makes you feel drunk. Drunk on his dick, drunk on his love. His thick mushroom head is kissing your sweet spot with every move, fucking you closer and closer to a toe-curling orgasm that you can already feel building up in your core.

"S... Sukuna...."

You sound desperate when you sob his name, your hands clutching Sukuna's tightly, your fingernails digging into the back of his large hands, surely leaving their crescent moon-shaped marks on his skin. And Sukuna's lips are on your neck, surprisingly tender and sweet. He groans in your ear, sounding almost like a purr, and whispers to you,

"Yeah, I know, angel, I know. Feels so fucking good."

Sukuna's large hands tighten around yours as he stills on top of you, ramming his thick cock as deep as possible into you.

And you watch him with love-drunk eyes. Watch his beautiful tattooed face while he cums. Your heart swells at the love and trust Sukuna has for you to let you see him like this. To let you see him give you his all. His cheeks are flushed slightly with arousal, his maroon eyes heavy-lidded with lust, closing fully as his orgasm washes over him, his lips parted as those sexy low moans spill from them.

Sukuna's hips twitch against you as he cums. And you press yourself against him, taking his cock even deeper, wanting all he has to give you. You mewl his name brokenly as you drown in the heavenly, warm waves of your own orgasm.

You tremble under Sukuna's heavy body, your pussy spasming around his cock, while Sukuna rocks slowly against you until he has spilled his full load in your pussy.

He finally lets out a long breath and opens his eyes again, gazing down at you with unveiled affection, smirking that sexy, boyish smirk at you while he is still inside you, making more butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Your hands slip out of Sukuna's grasp, and you hug him again, trailing your fingers slowly up and down his muscular back, caressing his tattooed skin tenderly. And Sukuna's lips wander over your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before he slumps on top of you with a contented sigh.

His head is resting on your naked breasts, his breathing in sync with yours. You can't stop smiling, feeling elated after the sex, and because you have your boyfriend back in your arms. Everything feels as it should again. You reach up to run a hand slowly through Sukuna's soft pink hair, and he hums happily. His voice has that sexy, sleepy drawl when he murmurs against your skin,

"I hate training camp. A week away from you is far too long. Honestly, the whole week, I just thought, let me be back in bed with my girl and watch videos on my phone with her and have my back scratched and my hair petted. I am growing so fucking soft."

You chuckle and let your nails slowly run up and down Sukuna's broad back,

"Is that a bad thing?"

You can feel Sukuna's grin against your skin when he answers,

"Nah, I wouldn't change it for the world."

Guys, what can I say? I am horribly in love with him AAHHH 😭💗 Writing this chapter made me so happy. It's SO SOFT. Can you imagine big, bad Sukuna acting all tough and being an overly ambitious asshole towards his teammates all day during training camp, but then lying in his bed at night simping for us and almost going crazy because he misses us? That boy is down bad for us, and it makes my life complete uwu.

I hope you liked the update! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

As always, thank you so much for still reading this story, which became so much longer than I thought. I am so happy to be on this journey with y'all! 💗

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oh yeah so like... the reason i haven’t posted anything lately (aside from drowning in WIPs lol) is bc i’m writing a series 🫣 BUT i’m trying to finish the whole thing before uploading anything bc i just know i’ll go from consistent uploads to absolute silence again 😭😭😭 sorry in advance HSDHASD

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hshahshshs i have so many wips/ideas with husband sukuna 😭😭😭 but idk which one i should post first ahdhshshs all of these stupid ideas btw 😭

yes… i have a character sheet for hb!kuna lol

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can’t believe i’m late to this but i just finished wagching kpop demon hunters lol—and a crazy idea/prompt bc of abby…

what if sukuna is an idol HDHSHQHAHHAA dont mind me omg actually i’m already writing it now

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ok so i’m having a crisis djdjhsusus like i have another one bb boi added to my list idhsushs and god

i cant get loki (from one piece) out of my fucking mind man 😭😭😭 his character design looks so freaking good !!!! dkxhsidhsis

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to distant lands - ch.1: nightmare | ryomen sukuna

pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (medieval fantasy au)

summary: It’s expected for a princess to have a personal guard, especially when you’re an only child and heir to the kingdom. The knight who has watched over you since childhood is retiring and, much to your dismay, your father decides to put his best soldier on the job as his replacement - Ryomen Sukuna, the Kingdom’s most vicious warrior and far from your biggest fan.

Little did you know that Sukuna would end up tangling himself in your life in ways you never could’ve anticipated. 

word count: 7.8k

chapter content: 18+ mdni, eventual smut, enemies to lovers, slow-burn(ish), forbidden relationship, medieval fantasy setting, fluff, angst, protective sukuna

authors note: I've been consuming a lot of fantasy writing and media lately and all I've been able to think about is knight!sukuna! I'm not sure how many chapters this will have but I've got a lot in my plan for this one!

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The first time that you’d ever encountered Sukuna was four years ago. The Cerulean Kingdom, led by your father: King Kashimo, had been at war with the Zenin Nation who had been trying to expand their land into a neighbouring kingdom. 

That war came to an end in just six months. It was practically unheard of for conflict to be resolved between nations so swiftly. Usually battles would take place over years until one side begrudgingly agreed to a peace treaty. But no such thing was required on this occasion. 

It was all due to Sukuna. 

Sukuna, the twenty-two year old Knight, was such a force of nature on the battlefield that he single-handedly pushed back the Zenin troops. He took the head of their main General with ease and left their forces scattered and afraid. The Zenin King, Naobito, had no choice but to pull back, to give up on his attempt at taking land - he had no soldiers capable of taking on a man like Sukuna. 

So Sukuna had returned to your Kingdom as a legend. Every Knight respected him, any woman that crossed his path swooned at the mere sight of him, and your father was completely captivated by him. 

Even you, the sole Princess of the Cerulean Nation would confess to having been taken by his status as a legend at first, for he reminded you of tales of King Arthur and his Knights, a shining beacon of bravery. 

Your father had thrown a whole celebration for him when he returned from war, a massive banquet where Sukuna was to be commended for his bravery. Kashimo had given you the responsibility of awarding him the medal, knowing how captivated you were with stories of legendary Knights, knowing that you’d be eager to meet one in the flesh. 

As Sukuna had approached you in the great hall, he had dropped to his knees at your feet, as was custom. Leaning forward you’d placed the medal around his neck. 

“You’re a hero.” You’d whispered softly, heart pounding at the proximity. “You kept me safe from this country’s ruin, thank you for doing your duty.” 

He looked up at you then, his eyes meeting yours. You expected to see pride and loyalty reflected in those red orbs, but instead all you saw was disdain. 

“I didn’t do it for you, princess.” He said, keeping his voice low enough that he wouldn’t be overheard by anyone else. “I couldn’t care less about what happens to some spoiled little dreamy-eyed brat. There’s no duty for me, your father just pays better than anyone else, and I get to crack a few skulls in the process.” 

And just like that, the illusion was destroyed. He was no chivalrous Knight of old, but a selfish man filled with bloodlust. More of a mercenary than anything else, his loyalty not with the Kingdom but with the pay that your father could provide him. 

And thus, your dislike of Sukuna began. 

Your view of him only tumbled downhill from there, for from that moment onwards he seemed to get a kick out of the disappointment that would flash in your eyes when he would do something unbefitting of a Knight. 

When he caught you in private he’d tell you the crudest stories of his bloody feats on the battlefield. In public he’d do his best to make you trip up, to subtly infuriate you in front of your subjects, just trying to pull a reaction out of you. 

You’d yelled at him once, when you were all alone, telling him to cut it out, to leave you be. A number of insults that had never passed your lips before that moment were hurled at him. But somehow that seemed to just egg him on, a look of pure elation on his face as you screamed at him - you supposed all he really wanted was a reaction. 

It was hard for you to comprehend what his problem was with you. You knew that there were people who held general disdain for the royal family, so perhaps that was it? But his unsavoury nature always felt very specific to you, as though your very existence was an offence to him. 

Regardless of his reasoning, the two of you had been at this standoff for years, and now it was coming to a head in the worst way possible.

—

“No.” You said firmly as you glared up at Kashimo. 

You stood before your father’s throne, with Yaga standing tall at your side. The two men had just informed you that Yaga would be retiring, that he would have to be replaced with a new Knight. 

The narrative that they’d both fed you was that Yaga was getting too old for the position now, that he was too slow to adequately fend off an attacker should it ever come to that. But you weren’t buying it for a second, Yaga had never failed you before, and you’d never even been attacked anyway, so what did it matter?

“I’m sorry, princess–” Yaga started to speak again, but you cut him off, your sharp gaze fixated on your father. 

“You’re older than Yaga but I don’t see you retiring from your post.” 

“Don’t be childish.” Your father warned. “It's Yaga’s choice to retire, for twenty-three years he’s watched over you, let the man rest.” You said nothing, your brow furrowing. It was hard to fight with that sentiment.

“Besides, with the political unrest between nations right now I need your Knight to be on high alert. Daughters of Kings are always the prime targets to be kidnapped for ransom, and I won’t have you be put at risk.” 

You rolled your eyes at that, you felt that your father always overestimated the level of danger that you were in. No one had ever tried to kidnap you before, and you doubted they would now. But there was no arguing with the man when it came to matters of your safety. 

“Who’s the replacement?” You asked.

“Go back to your quarters.” He ordered, “I’ll send him up to you shortly. Do try your best to get along.” 

That had you concerned. It was evident that your father didn’t wish to tell you who it was himself, perhaps to avoid an argument? You opened your mouth to ask further questions but he silenced you with a sharp glare - a look that told you he was in no mood to entertain you further. 

So, just like a good daughter should, you scampered back to your quarters, waiting to see what fate had in store for you. 

You hadn’t anticipated that waiting for the time to pass would be agony. You’d done everything that you could to entertain yourself: reading, drawing, braiding and unbraiding your hair in front of the mirror, staring aimlessly out of the window onto those gorgeous green mountains that loomed up on the horizon, just beyond the castle walls. Nothing was easing the growing anxiety in your stomach over who your father had chosen to protect you.

So instead of trying to occupy your time, you’d taken to just lying on your canopy bed, gazing up at the blue material draped across the four intricately carved wooden posts. A flower pattern embroidered in a darker blue shade adorned the material. Your mother had sewed it when you were young - embroidery was always her main joy and subsequently, many of your childhood dresses had been made by her. 

She’d passed before you’d grown to be an adult, so none of your current dresses had been crafted by her. It was a shame, the royal tailors couldn’t do half the job that she could. 

It was because of her death that your father was so unbelievably protective over you. You were his only child, and that made you heir to the throne - even if you were a woman. 

It was highly irregular, usually the throne would go to the next living male relative, but Kashimo had no brothers to hand the crown over to. Most people had assumed that once your mother had passed he would marry another woman, try for another child - hopefully a boy this time to be his heir. He never did. Kashimo had married for love, and his soul was shattered when his wife died, he didn’t want to share his bed with anyone else - he would remain alone until he met his own end. 

So, you were all he had - his one shining light. You knew that you should make more of an effort to understand his perspective, that all of his decisions were out of his love for you, but it didn’t make you feel any less like a bird trapped in a gilded cage. 

A sharp knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts, and you shot to your feet. For a moment you considered not opening the door, keeping yourself locked in your room in protest. Perhaps you could even climb out the window and give your new Knight a really hard first day, prove to your father that this fool could do no better a job at protecting you than Yaga did. 

But you were fully aware of just how childish that would be. 

So you let out a sigh and pulled open the door, only to be met with a sight that you could only describe as being your absolute worst case scenario. 

Ryomen Sukuna.

Standing there in your doorway at almost 7ft tall, tattoos winding over his tanned skin, and red eyes so sharp that his gaze constantly felt like it was piercing you. He was adorned in his usual silver armor, intricate patterns running over the metal. 

When your father has said that he’d be sending one of his best Knights, you certainly hadn’t been expecting him to provide his favourite. 

Sukuna had been a Knight for the Cerulean Nation for around ten years now, since he was sixteen years old. He’d climbed his way through the ranks quickly, and had gained the approval of the King himself. He was one of the most capable and lethal Knights in the army, the type of man who would always get the job done, who would kill without remorse on behalf of his King. 

The way that your father spoke about Sukuna, in this awe-filled manner, always had you rolling your eyes. You wondered sometimes if your father wished that Sukuna was his own son with the way that he’d obsess over every little thing that he did. You’d think that he was a miracle-maker from the praise Kashimo would heap on him whenever he returned from a quest. 

But he didn’t have you fooled. He was attractive, yes - but that was all he had going for him. He was immensely unpleasant to be around, an arrogant and ill-tempered man who believed that the world revolved around him. He’d look in disdain at those he didn’t respect and that happened to include you. 

You despised him. 

Yet here he was, leaning against your door with a big grin spread across his handsome features. This man, who had done nothing but make things difficult for you, was supposed to put his life on the line to protect you? You’d be lucky if you didn’t end up dead or kidnapped by the time the sun set. 

“You’ve got to be joking.” You hissed. 

“Unfortunately not.” Sukuna said with a wide grin, striding into your chambers as though they belonged to him. “Cute little room you’ve got here,” he snickered. You felt as though he’d already got you on the backfoot - it was embarrassing to have someone like him scrutinise your living space, especially considering you’d hardly made any effort to clean things up. 

“I always did take you as the type to sleep with a stuffed toy.” He said with a laugh as he wandered over to your bed, picking up the well-loved rabbit plushie that sat on top of the duvet. “Does it have a name?” 

“That’s none of your business.” You snapped, trying to grab the plushie from his hands. The bunny did have a name, but there was no way that you were going to grace him with an answer. He held the toy rabbit just out of your reach, stopping you from snatching it back. 

“So it does.” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

“Give him back.” 

“Him huh? Tell me what he's called and I will.” 

You pouted and crossed your arms. You weren’t about to give him what he wanted, if you gave in now it would set the precedent that he could just push you around whenever he wanted.

Sukuna shrugged, his eyes roaming to the open window, a wicked grin crossing his face. “If you don’t tell me his name, Mr Rabbit might just take a tumble out of the tower.” He said as he wandered over to the window, holding the bunny out in the open air. 

Your face contorted with rage as you ran over to him. “Stop it! Give him back!” Sukuna fended you off with one hand as you grabbed at him, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his newfound power over you. 

“I will, if you just tell me his name.” He teased. You weren’t sure that he’d really drop the toy out of the window, but you didn’t want to take any chances. That bunny had been in your life from childhood, had fended away many a nightmare, you weren’t going to have him chucked out of a window just because of some jerk of a Knight. 

“It's Sir Bounce-a-lot.” You whispered, face flushed red with embarrassment. Sukuna was so surprised that you’d actually given in that he almost dropped the bunny by accident. 

“Sir Bounce-a-lot..?” He asked, clearly unsure if he’d heard you correctly. 

“Yeah…” You mumbled, a feeling of humiliation creeping into your chest as he openly laughed at you, placing the bunny back into your hands. You pulled the plushie to your chest, shielding him from Sukuna’s cruel hands. 

“Like Sir Lancelot?”

Your father had always been fond of telling you those stories when you were a child, your bookshelves filled with tomes recounting the great legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable. Hearing those tales always filled you with a strange feeling, as even though your own life was filled with Knights and Kings, your existence felt so mundane compared to the characters in those legends. 

Most of your time was just spent sitting alone in your chambers, and the Knights that you encountered seemed to be the furthest thing from chivalrous. You highly doubted that Lancelot ever threatened to throw Guinevere’s treasured possessions out of a window. 

“Yeah.” You weren’t willing to give him any more of an answer, you didn’t want him to know anything about you. 

Sukuna continued to poke his way around your room, much to your dismay. He made a few comments here and there about things you had on display, his thoughts on the decoration and colour scheme. You mostly stayed silent, still trying to process that his presence was your new reality. 

Once bored with assessing your room he took a seat in an armchair in the corner, sprawling himself out across it as though he belonged there. You found yourself once again frustrated by the audacity of this man, but held your tongue. There was no point in engaging in bickering with him for now, you were sure that your father would replace him with someone else once you expressed how difficult he was.

“So…what now?” He asked. 

“What?” You asked incredulously. 

“What are we meant to do now?” He asked, speaking slowly as though he thought you’d been too stupid to understand his first question. 

“I just…do whatever I want and you’re meant to make sure that I don’t get assassinated.” 

Sukuna let out a deep sigh, throwing his head back against the armchair. His red eyes were closed and he dragged a hand down his face in frustration. “That’s it? All I can do is sit here and watch you…” he paused for a moment in thought. “What do you even do with your time?” 

You were a little offended by his tone. Sure, it wasn’t like you got to go out much, but you had your hobbies - it wasn’t as though you were sitting motionless day after day like some porcelain doll.

“Well, sometimes I stay in here and read or paint. Sometimes I go out for walks in the gardens. Occasionally I’ll go shopping in the town…” He didn’t look impressed with your list, so you scrambled for something more interesting to add. “I go to social events too! Balls and tea parties with other nobles.”

He rolled his eyes. “Lame.” He said. 

“Excuse me?” You squeaked. 

“You heard me. Fuck, I can’t believe the old man really stationed me here.” For some reason, his sentiment offended you. Even though you had no desire to have him as your Knight, you despised the idea that he also didn’t want to be at your side. It should be a blessing to serve a princess. 

“It's a coveted position, you know.” You hissed out before you could stop yourself. 

Scoffing, he shook his head at you. “Maybe for soft little Knights who shit themselves at the thought of actual combat - like that old man you had before, not sure he’s ever laid eyes on a battlefield.” 

“If you don’t want to be here, why don’t you just leave.” You shot back, internally begging whatever gods listening that he’d take you up on that offer. Maybe your father would be more inclined to listen to his golden-boy of a Knight than the will of his own daughter. The look on Sukuna’s face told you otherwise. 

“Like I have a choice. Do you think I’m happy about this arrangement, princess?” He asked mockingly. “Do you really think I’d rather be in here watching over some spoiled little girl when I could be out on the field?”

 “Probably not.” You mumbled. His reputation for bloodlust was well-known. He wasn’t the sort of Knight who killed because he must, he killed because he enjoyed slaughtering his enemies on the battlefield. Being separated from all that was likely agony for him. 

“Obviously not. But your daddy goes mad with worry over you. He has this insane paranoia that the entire world is out to take his daughter away, so now here I am. His finest soldier, tasked with protecting some brat when I could be pushing back our enemies.”

You didn’t have a response to that. He was right, it was odd that your father would leave him here with you. Your own feelings aside, taking Sukuna away from the army felt like a sure-fire way to weaken his forces. Although the Kingdom was technically in peace time at the moment, political unrest aside. Perhaps he felt that an assassination attempt was more likely than a war right now. 

“You should ask him to send you back.” You suggested. “I don’t want you here either, so it would be a win for us both.” 

Sighing, he shook his head. “I tried that already, princess. Face it, we’re stuck together.” 

A sense of horror washed over you at that statement, that couldn’t just be it. You’d had Yaga as your Knight for twenty-three years, would you have to suffer Sukuna for that long? Perhaps even longer? 

As your eyes trailed over to him, taking note of the amusement written on his face, you found your resolve. You could accept that Yaga needed to retire, but you were not going to accept him as your Knight. 

No, you were going to do everything in your power to get rid of Ryomen Sukuna. 

—

As the days started to pass by following Sukuna’s assignment as your personal Knight, you thought that you’d grow at least a little accustomed to his presence, that he’d just start to fade into the background and you’d get to continue on mostly in the way that you always have. 

Back when Yaga was still your Knight he’d always do an excellent job of making himself scarce, only ever there in your peripheral vision, always knowing when he wasn’t welcome in the room, taking the opportunity to stand guard outside and leave you to your privacy. 

Sukuna had no such compulsion. 

On the contrary, his presence was stifling. He was always right there, demanding your presence at any given moment. 

When you were in public, he’d be right at your side, joining in on your conversations with palace staff, ruffling your hair and teasing you openly in front of others, knowing that you’d do nothing to tarnish your image by snapping at him if there were people around to see it. 

If you were in your room, then he was in there too, sprawled across the armchair or occasionally even lying on your bed. That alone would’ve been fine if it weren’t for the running commentary that he brought with him. No matter what you tried to do, he had something to say about it. 

Brushing your hair had him telling you that you were too vain, that guys didn’t like women who tried too hard. 

Reading had him passing judgement on every book that you opened, sneering at the sight of a romance book that you’d picked up, stating that all romance novels were worthless and written for lonely old women. 

Painting had him criticising everything that appeared on the canvas, telling you that the perspective was off, that the colours weren’t mixed properly, and the worst one of all: that he didn’t ‘get’ it. You weren’t sure what there was to get in a simple landscape painting of the garden, but it got under your skin all the same. 

It got to the point where you’d stopped trying to do anything, at least then he couldn’t offer any opinions to grate at your nerves. 

You’d taken to spending all of your days the same way. You’d wake up late, the sun already high in the sky by the time you’d stumble down to the dining hall for breakfast. Sukuna would always be waiting just outside the doors of your chambers for your appearance. You were fortunate that he didn’t spend his nights in the room with you, that was the rare respite that you got from him, with the quarters for your personal Knight being one room down from yours. 

Together you’d eat breakfast - this was usually in silence, at least from your side. Sukuna would poke and prod at you until it was clear that you weren’t going to rise to it, before submitting himself to the quiet. Your father would join you in the dining hall whenever he wasn’t busy with Kingly duties - those times were always the most painful because you were forced to make polite conversation with Sukuna to avoid a scolding from the King. 

You’d already learned the hard way that you couldn’t speak negatively about or to Sukuna. On the day he’d been assigned as your Knight you’d gone running to your father to complain, only to be told that you needed to ‘grow up and get used to it’.

Sukuna clearly loved it when Kashimo would join the two of you. He’d take the opportunity to ask you endless questions about yourself, ones that you’d begrudgingly answer to avoid your father’s wrath, but knowing that Sukuna would use all of this newfound information against you once you were left alone again. 

Once you’d had your breakfast, you’d generally head straight back to your room, where you’d enact Operation: Make Sukuna so frustrated that he loses his mind and quits. The operation was simple, you’d spend the whole day lying still on your bed with the hopes that Sukuna would fall apart from boredom before you did. 

Luckily, you’d had plenty of experience with boredom as a princess, likely more than Sukuna had - you were pretty confident that he would crack long before you would. So you laid there, day after day, staring up at the canopy. You’d often keep Sir Pounce-a-Lot clutched to your chest, still wary that Sukuna might threaten to throw him out of the window again. 

You’d do your best to completely ignore Sukuna, a task that you found wasn’t particularly tricky after the first few days. He’d originally tried to make conversation, to aggravate you with his comments. When you’d given him nothing he’d quietened down and the two of you started a long-running stand-off of existing in silence in that decadent room. 

Until Sukuna hatched a plan of his own. 

You’d become vaguely aware of him moving about the room while you laid there, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of your attention. You’d hoped that his movement was a sign of his restlessness, that it meant that your days of lying idle would soon be over. 

Sukuna had said that your father wouldn’t bend on his decision on where he posted his star Knight, so if Sukuna really did get frustrated enough to quit, he’d be quitting your father’s service altogether, and then you’d never have to see his frustratingly handsome face again - the perfect outcome. 

As you daydreamed about a life free of Sukuna’s presence, the man in question settled back down into his chair. Unbeknownst to you he had found something very interesting as he’d rummaged through your drawers - something that could signify the end to this annoying little game that you were playing with him. 

You’d half drifted off to sleep when his deep voice cut through the silence. At first you’d tuned it out, decidedly uninterested in whatever he had to say, until his sentences started to sound more familiar to you. “Looking up at the king she felt desire deep in her gut, her body naked before him, giving herself over to him in ways that she had never given herself to a man before–” 

You shot up into a sitting position, your eyes wide in sheer horror at the words coming out of his mouth, words that you’d only ever read by candlelight when everyone else in the castle was asleep. Heart racing you looked over at him, sitting spread out on the armchair as he continued to read aloud. 

In his hands sat a tattered pink book. It had some art of a beautiful woman on the cover, being held gently by some handsome prince. This book in particular had not been on your bookshelf with the others, mostly because you were a little ashamed to own it. 

Your friend Yuki, one of the noblewomen that you spent a lot of time with, had gifted the book to you. She’d told you that it was a good learning resource for womanly matters. 

The story itself was pretty cliche: a protagonist who was whisked away to the court of an evil and attractive king, with said king actually turning out to have several layers to him, and the characters ultimately falling in love. But you weren’t really reading it for the plot, instead you’d spent many an evening re-reading one particular scene, where the main character finally gave herself to the king, letting him take her virginity. 

The scene always served to rile you up, you’d never encountered such content written down before. All of your knowledge of sex came from what Yuki would tell you about her relationship with her husband Choso. Outside of that no one had told you anything. Your mother had passed away before you were old enough to have such conversations, and your father certainly wasn’t going to approach the subject, most likely deeming it as a job for your future husband. 

So this book was akin to the holy grail for you, allowing you to live vicariously through the character and fantasise about what it might be like to one day have sex. It allowed you to brush aside the worries that your father would marry you off to some gross old man, and indulge in the thought that you too would get to find your own version of the book’s evil king. 

But that information, the deep desires that the book stirred in you, were meant to be for you alone. So the humiliation that ran through you as Sukuna read from the page that you had bookmarked was unparalleled.

“-and as he crawled on top of her, he lined himself up with her entrance, pushing himself in–” 

“Please stop.” You pleaded softly. You wanted to yell and scream at him but you were afraid that your father might come in if there was too much commotion, and you certainly didn’t want him to see the book. 

He looked at you with a sharp grin. “There we go.” He said, as he snapped the book shut. He placed it back in the drawer where he’d found it, even going as far as to bury it beneath the pile of clothes that it had originally been hidden under.

“Are you done with your little tantrum now? Or do you want me to read more of that smut aloud for you?” 

“I fucking hate you.” You said, still shaking with embarrassment. 

“At least you’re talking again.” He said. “I know you’re trying to get rid of me, but I get good pay working for your father. I’m not going to quit just because some little brat gives me the silent treatment.” 

He took a seat on the edge of your bed and leant in close. Perhaps it was because of the words from the book that had just been spilling from his lips, but you felt a little flustered with the heat of his body so near to yours. 

“If you want me gone, princess, you’ll have to work so much harder than that.” He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Your voice came out shakier than you would’ve liked it to. You didn’t want his presence to affect you in such a way, but this was the closest a man had ever been to you, and his gaze was so intense that you were quickly losing your nerve. 

You were sure that was how he wanted you to feel though, so you needed to pull it together quickly to not lose face in this battle of wills. 

“Mmm, do your worst.” He said, that shit-eating grin never leaving his face. 

—

Your first operation had been a colossal failure. You could hardly look Sukuna in the eye after the filth that he’d so proudly recited from that book of yours. In the future you’d need to be more careful about where you were putting your things to make sure that he didn’t stumble across your diary or something else equally personal that he could weaponise against you. 

If you couldn’t force him to quit by boring him, you’d just have to get rid of him another way. 

One of the only times that Sukuna ever really left you alone was when you were with your handmaid, Shoko. Despite his frustrating knack for constantly being at your side, even he knew that it was inappropriate for him to be present when you were bathing or getting dressed up. 

Shoko was gently brushing your hair as you stared down your reflection in the mirror, completely lost in thought. The handmaid was content with the silence, she’d been working with you for a few years now and had become accustomed to reading your moods, always doing her best to match your energy. 

“What would you do to get rid of him?” You asked, eyes moving to meet hers in the mirror. 

Shoko shrugged as she placed the hairbrush down on the vanity, her hands going back to your hair as she began to braid it. She didn’t have to ask who you were talking about, your dislike for Sukuna had been all you’d been able to talk about for the last few days. 

You’d thought that she was going to provide no further response, that she’d grown weary of Sukuna talk, before her neutral tone cut through the silence. 

“Make him look like he’s doing a bad job.” You raised a brow at her in interest. “For example, if you went to the King and told him that I was intentionally pulling hard at your hair whenever I brushed it, he’d probably fire me and bring you a new handmaid.” 

You turned that thought over in your mind for a moment before shaking your head. “No, he worships the ground that Sukuna walks on, he’d probably just yell at me and say I was making stuff up.”

“What if it wasn’t made up?” She suggested. “Sneak out or something, go hide at your friend Yuki’s house. Sukuna will have to confess that he’s lost you and then your father will fire him for being incompetent.” 

So that was exactly what you did. 

That night, you waited until Sukuna had retired to his quarters, giving it another hour to ensure that he wasn’t coming in to check on you before you put your plan into action. 

Sneaking out of your window was not new to you. Back when Yaga was your Knight you would often climb down the lattice outside one of your windows, allowing you to drop down onto the ramparts, giving you free run of the castle. There was no real reason for you to do it back then beyond the rush that it gave you of doing something forbidden. Usually you’d wander around the castle halls aimlessly before heading back to your room - you’d never snuck out properly, always staying within the relative safety of the castle walls. 

This time there could be no half-measures. If you were going to really highlight Sukuna’s incompetence, you needed to leave the castle and strike out into the town itself. Once you were out you could run straight to Yuki’s doorstep and wait until your father came to find you. 

You scrambled down the lattice and onto the ramparts below, taking a moment to check both directions before slipping down a hidden passage that would lead you to the ground level of the castle. As a child you had spent a large amount of your free time discovering every nook and cranny of the castle grounds, so you were fairly comfortable with getting around quickly and unseen. 

It's because of that exploration that you were aware of a passage that ran beneath the castle wall and into the sewers beneath the town that surrounded the castle. You headed into the garden, brushing aside shrubbery until you found the metal covering to the passage. Pushing it aside, you grabbed a lit torch from the garden wall and dropped down into the hole.

So far so good. 

It had been a while since you’d been down here, but you were pretty sure you could remember the way. Following the winding path along until it opened up into the sewers. This was where things got a little more tricky - you weren’t exactly sure which sewer grate opened out into an ideal location, and the last thing you wanted was to emerge in the middle of a busy street. 

You weren’t even disguised, so you certainly didn’t want to be sighted by commoners while smelling like the sewer, that would do irreparable damage to your reputation. 

Doing your best to mentally map out the town above you, you snaked your way through the sewer passages, marking your way with chalk on the wall here and there so you could backtrack if you needed to. 

Eventually you reached a ladder heading up to the surface. By your calculations, you were quite far from the main bustling part of town. You made your way up the ladder and pushed the sewer grate aside, trying to move it as quietly as possible, not wanting the sound of the metal scraping against the cobbles to draw attention. 

Popping your head out of the hole you thanked the gods that you had ended up in a completely deserted alleyway. You scrambled out from the sewers and quickly replaced the grate. 

Taking in your surroundings you figured that you’d come out in the upper district of the city, where all of the larger houses of nobles were situated - exactly where you’d been trying to get to. You took a moment to get your bearings, trying to figure out the fastest way to get to Yuki’s house from your current position before heading out of the alley. 

Your journey was a relatively easy one. The upper district was an area that had a high presence of city guards, meaning that the crime rates were low. As such, the streets were mostly empty and risk free, with you only running across the odd guard and late night reveller. 

Why did you even need a personal Knight anyway? You were getting along just fine without him. 

As you approached Yuki’s house you noted that all of the windows were dark, not a single lit candle in sight. You supposed that made sense, it must’ve been approaching 1am at that point, and you hadn’t written to tell her to expect you. You hadn’t wanted to risk Sukuna intercepting your letter and finding out - he had no real respect for your privacy so you didn’t think it would be beyond the realms of possibility for him to do such a thing.

But now concern was gnawing at your belly. What if you knocked on the door and she didn’t wake up to answer it. Or worse, what if her sensible husband Choso opened the door and took you back to the palace? He was unwaveringly loyal to your father, and you considered that he may not be willing to risk Kashimo’s wrath for the sake of your little game. 

Lost in thought, you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you until it was too late. 

A hand clamped firmly over your mouth, swallowing the sound of your scream as another hand snaked firmly around your waist. You were pulled back against a large body, the figure yanking you into a side-alley. Tears brimmed at your eyes as you desperately tried to struggle against the man, but to no avail. His grip was iron-clad. 

Fear overcame you at the possibilities of what could happen to you next, were you going to be taken away? Killed? Tortured? Was your father actually right? Maybe you should’ve listened to him about needing Sukuna, if you hadn’t been so stubborn you wouldn’t be in this situation.

All of those thoughts and regrets instantly dissipated when a familiar laugh sounded from behind you, his hands loosening their grip and releasing you as you spun around to look at him. 

Sukuna was peering down at you, his red eyes were lit up with amusement. He was still wearing his Knight’s armor, but he’d concealed it with a long black cloak that he’d likely been using to blend into the background. The look on his face told you just how elated he was that he’d caught you, like this was all some big game of cat and mouse to him. 

“Aw, are you scared, princess?” He asked, a hint of laughter still present in his tone. 

“What’s your problem?” You hissed. “I thought that was real, I could’ve–” 

“Exactly.” He cut you off, his voice surprisingly serious now. “It could’ve been real. Someone could’ve whisked you away just then, done whatever they wanted with you. Aren’t you lucky that it was just me?” 

You opened your mouth to protest, but his hands were on you again, pressing you up against the stone wall of the alley. “And that’s why we don’t run away. Good thing you’ve got such an attentive Knight huh?” 

“The only threat out here was you.” He rolled his eyes and brought his face closer to you, so close that his nose was practically touching yours. 

“That doesn’t sound like a thank you to me.” His warm breath fanned over your face, and he grinned at you condescendingly, his smile so wide that you could see his fang-like canines. 

“I’m not going to thank you for giving me the scare of my life.” You said, your hands bracing against his armored chest to try and push him away a little, his close proximity was stifling. “How did you even find me?”

He scoffed. “That was easy, you and your handmaid don’t talk as quietly as you think you do, I’m very familiar with your whole little plot to get rid of me.” 

Well, that was not ideal. You considered denying it, but that felt like a waste of time - he’d already heard the entire conversation, lying wouldn’t really get you anywhere. 

“Mmm, any pointers so I can succeed next time?” You asked dryly, and he laughed - it was a more genuine and joyful laugh than you were used to hearing from him, and it caught you off guard. 

“Make sure I’m definitely not listening next time you hatch a plan, that would be a big one.” 

You nodded, a little deflated. “Noted. Are you going to tell my dad about this?” 

“The sneaking out? Or your evil plan?” 

“Both, I suppose.” You mumbled. Ideally, your father would never find out about this situation at all. You’d get scolded for sneaking off, and your credibility for accusing Sukuna of anything in the future would completely disappear. It would essentially ensure that he would stay as your Knight for the foreseeable future. 

“I won’t tell him about either.” Sukuna said simply, an unreadable expression on his face. 

Your brow furrowed with confusion, trying to understand what game he was playing. The only person who benefitted from your father not knowing was you, Sukuna had every right to tell him what was going on, it was only fair in this petty little game you were playing. 

“Why?” You asked with uncertainty.

“Because this is enjoyable. I like watching you come up with all these cute little plots to get rid of me, it keeps me on my toes.” 

You couldn’t decide how you felt about that. Nothing about this was supposed to be entertaining for him, it was meant to be torturous. He was meant to despise you for putting him through hell, and yet here he was talking about it like you were taking part in some trivial competition. 

“And,” he continued, “I thoroughly enjoy thwarting your little plans. I’m not going to ruin my own fun by bringing your father into this.” He brushed a hand through your hair and brought his lips to your ear. “This is between you and me, princess.”  

An involuntary shiver ran down your spine, the hairs on your arms standing up at the feeling of his warm breath on your ear and neck. You were quick to side step away from him, thoroughly flustered by his behaviour. He was smirking back at you. 

Smug bastard. 

“Anyway. We should head back.” Before you could say anything, he stalked over to you and hoisted you over his shoulder. You let out a little yelp of surprise, adrenaline rushing through you as you were manhandled into the air. 

“H-hey! Put me down!” You demanded. When he didn’t respond, you started to beat your fists against his back, desperately trying to get his attention. He seemed completely unbothered by the action, striding through the streets with you firmly in his grip, as though the weight of your fists was no more irritating than a fly buzzing around his head. 

“You might want to quieten down, I’ll be carrying you back all the way through town - wouldn’t want your citizens to see you making a scene now would you?” 

You froze. He had you down on that front. In private you’d be as difficult as you liked, throw your temper tantrums at him or at you dad. But never in public. That’s a value that your mother had instilled in you from childhood. Image was everything for a princess, you couldn’t have the common folk thinking ill of you, it was your job to be a shining example of elegance and grace. 

So you stopped struggling against Sukuna, going limp in his hold and allowing him to carry you back to the castle.

Fortunately for your sanity, the late hour meant that very few people got to see you in your humiliated state. A few townsfolk spared you a glance before going on with their nights, and the guard stationed at the castle gate had a good laugh at you before letting Sukuna by. He and Sukuna seemed plenty chummy with one another, with Sukuna slipping him a gold coin in exchange for his discretion on this situation. 

Sukuna insisted on carrying you all the way to your chambers, going so far as to tuck you into your bed. You were so disoriented by the events that had transpired across the night that you didn’t even have it in you to verbally chastise him, silently going along with his actions. 

“Thereee you go.” He said softly as he pushed Sir Bounce-a-lot to your chest, your hands instantly gripping at the bunny. You were livid, this felt like some sort of sick humiliation ritual, but you felt too tired to really push back against his actions.

Not to mention, it was hard to spit vitriol in his direction when your brain wouldn’t stop replaying the way that he’d manhandled you to get you back to the castle, flinging you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. 

It had been so embarrassing, and yet your traitorous body still burnt hot at the thought of it, at how his big, warm hands had felt against your skin, how the low rumble of his voice had reverberated through his body beneath you as he’d carried you back to the safety of your chambers.

You realised a moment too late that your gaze had been lingering on Sukuna for too long. You looked away swiftly, but not before you caught the flicker of interest that appeared in his deep red eyes. 

“Goodnight princess.” He said softly. You couldn’t tell if his tone was mocking or genuine. Either way you’d have to save yelling at him for the morning. 

Then it would be time to work on a new plan to get rid of him. 

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❥ Electric Fly Swatter Sukuna x reader

❥ With the heat being unbearable and flies swarming you practically every minute, you have nothing except a faulty fly swatter on your side. even then, the thing does nothing except zap you randomly! Sick of its shit, you throw it out the window, only for it to come stomping back to fuck some manners into you! Don't you know its rude to throw things out of windows?

Content. CRACKFIC, smut, dubcon, afab!reader, sukuna is mean(duh), grinding, oral(f!receiving), his fingers vibrate, he zaps you sometimes, p in v, doggystyle, dacryphilia, begging, creampie :P

A.N. I blame @yenayaps and @madamechrissy for enabling me so i take no accountability whatsoever. @yamadramallamaqueen here you go unc ily

It was hot.

Like, skin-sticking-to-furniture, every-fan-sounds-like-it’s-pleading-for-death, consider-lying-on-the-tile-floor-like-a-cat kind of hot. It was hellish during this time of the year. The heat outside would've been fine, if not for your AC breaking at the start of the week and your landlord doing absolutely jack shit about it. Thus, your humble little home had turned into a sauna and your overhead fans could only do so much. And if that wasn’t bad enough?

Flies. So many damn flies.

It was just the season for them, and you were getting tired of swatting them to death manually. Lucky for you, you stumbled upon a quaint little yard sale on your way home. It was small, stacks upon stacks of books and old cds, and a few barely-working pieces of electronics. A worn out looking fly swatter caught your eye, and when you asked the old grandma about it, she gladly gave it to you in exchange for a few dollars. It was black with pink highlights, residue of stickers clinging on to the plastic.

Lucky you, It was way cheaper than any of the newer models you’d seen, and it worked fine. Sure, it vibrated and shaked whenever you turned it on, and it took way too long to charge, but it worked.

For a while.

A week later, the thing turned on you. You were waving it around in your living room, a surge of slight satisfaction at every loud bzzt! that signaled the death of another one of those flying bloodsuckers. You were about to walk to the kitchen, satisfied with the lack of any more flies buzzing in the room when you felt a sharp sting of electricity course through your hand. You yelped and dropped it, hitting the edge of the sofa and clattering loudly onto the floor.

“What the hell?!” 

You hissed, massaging your hand for a moment before grabbing the fly swatter with a cloth. “Stupid old thing.” Murmuring curses and complaints under your breath about how its faultiness was showing after just a week of owning it, you set it on the counter and plugged it into its charging port. You eyed it as it lightly hummed and a red light blinked on and off, you could've sworn it started blinking out of sync— its patterns more similar to a human blinking than an electronic with a set program.

Whatever. It was too hot for this. You brushed it off and turned away.

Over the next few days, it kept zapping you. Randomly. It started when you were just holding it, using it actively when it would zap you when you even dared to put it down. Then, it started to zap you when it wasn't even on. You had turned it off, the phantom pain of getting electrocuted in your hand earlier fading as you tucked it under your arm. Before you could even reach halfway to your room, it had zapped your entire side. 

Nothing too painful, not exactly enough to be an immediate health hazard– but the surprise made you scream and drop it (again), clutching your side in betrayal.

 It was less a bug killer now and more of an abusive relationship that you couldn’t let go of. At least not with your current fly problem.

On another day of trying to survive through a damn heatwave, you were sweating even as two fans were working overtime fanning you. They were your real friends in this situation, even if they just blew hot air around the room, doing little to help you. 

Still, help is help.

But that morning, sweaty, stressed, and so over it, you swore that anything would set you off. As if sensing that you were on your last straw, the fly swatter had zapped you mid-swing. You flinched, face contorting from pain to anger. “Motherfucker!”

You shriek as it hits the floor, except this time you didn’t use a cloth to pick it up, you didn’t fear it anymore. Who the hell cares if it zaps you again. You grabbed it and threw it out your window, hearing it hit the soft grass of your yard as you huff. 

“You wanna fucking electrocute me?? Well I’m not having it anymore!” you yelled, flopping onto your couch with all the grace of a damp spaghetti noodle. You swung an arm over your eyes, cringing at the feel of your own sweat-slicked skin but too tired to care. With a sigh, you slump further back and practically melt into the couch.

The crawling feeling of exhaustion caught up to you, crawling from your head down to your chest. A nap at this time would probably fuck up your sleep schedule, but you couldnt seem to care in between the heat and the occasional buzz of a mosquito in your ear. The lull of sleep almost drowning out the sudden bang of your back door.

Wait, what?

The sudden bang of your backdoor startles you awake, loud stomping accompanying your racing heartbeat as you shoot upright and turn to see a very naked and very angry looking man. He was broad, large with black inky tattoos adorning his chest and arms. His head almost reached the ceiling and  you were sure that his dick— DICKS, were the size of your forearm.

You could feel both heat and fear crawling up your spine, settling uncomfortably in your throat as you try to find your words. Before you do, he beats you to it.

“You–!” he snarled, pointing a finger at you. “Did no one teach you to not throw your shit out windows!?”

“What the hell are you talking about!?” You stammer for a moment, eyes flicking around you to his glaring red eyes. You grab the nearest thing to you, a throw pillow and point it in his direction. “Who even are you?! And why did you just break into my house!?”

The pink-haired hunk of a man rolls his eyes, muscles flexing as he crossed his arms. As if this was just another nuisance to him. “I’m your goddamn fly swatter, or whatever the fuck you call it.” He hissed. “Congratulations, you broke the seal and set me fucking free. By throwing me out the window.” His voice was laced with sarcasm and brimming anger, finger tapping idly on his forearm.

“You’re my what??” You asked again, stunned. Unconsciously lowering your protective throw pillow as the hot demon man snarled at your stupidity and confusion.

“Your fly swatter.” He repeated through gritted teeth. The fact he was such a menial object irked him, clearly so.

Your eyes raked over him again, from his broad chest to his.. Sizable cocks. Your eyes seemed glued to the pair, your gaze sending a pulse or arousal through Sukuna. One that went straight to his dicks, making them twitch.

God, how long has it been since he’s had a good fuck? Too many years, that's for sure.

You made a noise in your throat that may or may not have been an inappropriate giggle. That seemed to piss him off. He clicked his tongue stomping over to you, who took a few steps back his looming figure. “Something funny, brat?” He snarled, glaring down at you like he hates your guts. But his half-hard cock(s) told a different story.

You swallowed, breath hitching as you craned your neck to look up at him. God, he was so much bigger upclose, not to mention that his chest was right up in your face distracting you from making any proper thoughts. “N-no. Just— this is so weird.” Your voice drops into a mumble as you continue, every three steps you took back, Sukuna would take one– And it was enough to bridge the gap. “Who knew my shitty fly swatter was hot..”

“HUH? The fuck you just call me?” He roared. “I’m Sukuna, the King of curses you heathen. Not some ‘shitty fly swatter’– Who said you could talk to me so casually!?” Sukuna, now you knew his name, had cornered you against the wall. “Throw me out of the window, no less.” He added, seething.

Alarmed by the dangerous— almost predatory look in his eyes, you hit his chest with the pillow in your arms a few times. “THE HELL? How was I supposed to know that?” Unknown to you, with every shriek and pathetic excuse for an attack, Sukuna could feel his cocks harden– throbbing painfully as his body screamed to show you your place. 

He was grinning, the hungry look in his eyes snapping as he grabbed your wrist and halting your (fairly worthless) struggle against him. You gasp as you feel your wrist get engulfed by a much bigger hand, shame filling your head as you feel the warmth pooling in your stomach.

“You really think that’ll do anything, brat?” He inches closer, scarily handsome face inches away from yours. “Or did you just want to piss me off even more?”

As if caught like a deer in headlights, you stammer, feeling his intense gaze on you making your heart clench and stomach flutter. “I– No, I mean I didn’t–”

“Shut it, slut.” He grabs at your throat, not quite squeezing— But just enough pressure to shut you up. “I don’t need your excuses.” Sukuna grins. “I know what you want, anyway.” He slides his thick leg in between your thighs, putting pressure on your core as you let out a mix of a yelp and a moan.

He grabs your hips as you slowly start to grind on his leg like a bitch in heat. “Ha, pathetic. Is that all it takes for you to give up?”

Your hips stutter, but Sukuna continues to guide your movements against his thigh. “N-No,”

“Liar.”

Sukuna pulls his leg back and in a blur, you end up manhandled onto your couch with your shorts pulled off of you. “Tsk. No panties? What a perfect whore.” He snickers, and as soon as he sees your already dripping cunt, he knew he was in for a sweet treat. He dared to look at your face, waiting in anticipation and beautifully aroused. He took it all in, the curve of your body and every inch of skin bared all for him. He was one lucky fly swatter. And you were one very, very lucky owner.

“W-wait–” You tried to plead, but Sukuna wasn’t a patient man. He didn’t wait. He took what he wanted when he wanted it. And he wanted you. He took his sinfully long tongue to drag across your folds, groaning loudly at your taste. “Fuck..” He muttered, immediately grabbing your hips to pull you into him as he let his tongue explore your perfectly sweet cunt.

Sukuna was like a wild animal– Or an insatiable toy, brimming with electricity ready to be expended on poor you.

He let his tongue curl inside of you, nose brushing and rubbing against your clit as your hands found purchase in his pink hair. The same shade that matched the fly swatter form this so-called King of curses had unwillingly taken.

Suddenly, you feel a zap of electricity on your thigh, making you flinch further into Sukuna’s mouth. “So fucking loud.” You could feel him smiling against your pussy, just before he continued devouring you like a man starved.

You held into his hair for dear life, tugging whenever he’d hit just the right spot, making him groan and send vibrations straight to your core. It felt more intense, more electrifying than anything you could have ever felt from any other man. 

“That needy, brat?” Sukuna pulled away, licking his slick-coated lips before tucking one, then two fingers right into your needy hole. Just as he did, he put his mouth back to work. He could feel you clench against his fingers, the tightness of your hole having Sukuna’s cocks leak pre down his thick cock.

“Y- Y-es!” You moaned out, voice breaking as Sukuna curled his fingers up into that sweet spot of yours. You couldn’t control the desperate gasp escaping your lips when you felt his fingers vibrate inside of you, right against your G-spot. “Oh- Oh god, fuck–” The stimulation felt intense, so much pleasure all at once as Sukuna licked and sucked at your clit.

He was merciless as he finished you off, lapping up at the juices squirting out of your fluttering pussy. You could practically feel electricity shooting up your spine as your back arched further into him, as if fucking his face.

You were definitely testing this demon(?), incubus(?), whatever the fuck he was’ oxygen, but he wasnt complaining. Not even when he pulled away from your cunt, slipping his thick fingers out of you and licking them clean.

“On your stomach. I’m not done with you.”

That's how you found yourself face-down ass-up and drooling onto the couch as Sukuna pounded his fat cock into your pussy, the other slapping against your abdomen with every thrust. You just felt so full, every push of his dick into you hitting every single spot you thought couldn’t be reached.

“Fucking— Fucking slut, shit–” Sukuna growled from above you, barely holding back his own moans from how fucking good you felt around him. So warm, practically made for him— Even if you were such a disrespectful brat. “Throwing me out the goddamn window–” Ah. He still hadn't let that go.

His eyes were glued to the back of your head, occasionally tracing his warm hand on the arch of your back, all to zap you randomly. Relishing in the way you’d flinch and tighten around his length, a condescending grin spreading on his face as he felt himself getting closer to filling you up. To put you in your place.

“Puh-lease–” You gasped as your legs shook, if not for his bruising grip on your waist, you’d have collapsed into a pathetic cum-puddle by now. Tears streamed down your cheeks, staining the couch along with various other fluids.

“Please what, huh?” Sukuna taunted, continuing to thrust his hips into you at an unrelenting pace. His lips parted, breathing heavily as he could feel his cock throb and twitch at the idea of cumming inside of you for the nth time.

Your hips moved back to meet his thrusts, you let out a pleasured sob at the feeling of attempting to rearrange your own guts on Sukuna's dick. “Please cum– I’m sorry, so so sorry for throwing you out the wind-AH!” You shiver as you felt Sukuna slap your ass, his eyes following how a red mark slowly started to imprint itself onto your skin. “What was that?” He mocked, voice condescending as he leaned forward, his chest flush almost flush against your back. “Say that again.”

“I'm sorry for throwing you out the window!” You repeat, moaning and gripping at the sheets as you feel Sukuna angle his hips to fuck you deeper, harder.

“Yeah, you better— fuck, you better be.” Sukuna continued to pound into you, twitching as he felt your pussy spasm around him. His breath was hot and heavy above you and you could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as his other cock was slapping up against your clit again and again. “Take my fucking cum, take it since you’ve learned your lesson you brat–”

In a second, you could feel warmth start to flood your insides, making your pussy flutter and cum around his girth with a strangled cry. The pleasure was overwhelming, white-hot and so fucking good. Sukuna growled and grunted as his hips continued to fuck his cum deeper into you, cock throbbing with every shot of his seed pooling into you. There was just so much, enough to start leaking out your pussy along with your slick.

You were distantly aware of the cum sticking to your stomach and the couch, but your muddy, post-orgasm brain had barely adjusted when Sukuna's voice had cut through the haze. Unforgiving.

“You think we’re done? I haven’t even gotten my second dick wet yet.”

A.N. I was projecting my breeding kink a bit. Woops

[kunasthiast]

Conjuring Ryomen Sukuna

pairings - Haunted Doll/Demon Sukuna x f!reader

summary - Your haunted doll Sukuna is really creeping out everyone you know, so you're tired of it! He is always watching, he scares your dates away - rude! You decide enough is enough, and after numerous times trying to destroy him, you get the help of a friend to sage/smudge the house. Big mistake!

warnings - Horror tbh lol, COMPLETE CRACK, spitting, name calling, oral (f receiving) Sukuna being psycho and just a freak, mating press, rough sex, creampie, Sukuna is basically Anabelle lmfao.

You can thank @yenayaps for spurring this on and for making the Sukuna pic lmao!! (also @indiewritesxoxo bc they rly get me on the weirdest paths)

You have tried so many times to get rid of your creepy, haunted ass doll!!! He's so torn up and raggedy, he's still covered in dirt from when you've buried him. He's sewn together in places (you never sewed him!?) his creepy ass grin and red button eyes terrifying as ever. You've thrown him in a blender, a dumpster, you've thrown him in the damn pond!

Fuck you burned him, earning some singed raggedy pink hair. But Nothing Works!!

He's always coming back, showing up on your chair, showing up in your fucking bed!? Sometimes you'd wake up and scream, and throw him out of the attic window, sometimes you'd stuff him in a trunk up there and you'd hear his creepy little footsteps as he ended up back in that rocking chair. You'd push him in your closet and he'd be sitting at the dinner table, waiting for you to serve him.

Not like you ever would!

What's the worse is when you tried to bring a date over, and the moment you thought maybe you could get off a bit - (fuck you deserve it living with this demonic doll) - the doors start slamming and the lights flicker! All of your dates run away in fear, and you're left endlessly frustrated all the time.

"I swear, I'm getting rid of you today!" You say this morning, shaking the doll and then throwing it on the floor, just for it to move it's head, making you scream. "God you're creepy, just wait!"

Your friend is a whole hippie, and thank goodness for that. You've buried Sukuna again in your garden, wiping the sweat off your brow as your friend looks at you with a concerned gaze. "I'll be right in, please go ahead!"

You may look insane burying this doll in your yard every week, surely the neighbors are concerned, but they have no clue the torture this damn thing causes. Cheap mortgage payments are not worth it!

"This is what you get for buying a haunted house you know," you're walking in, washing your hands in your kitchen as your friend shakes her head. "The energy in here is insane."

"I know, ugh. You know I couldn't afford anything else!" You dry your hands on a towel as she starts laying out crystals, evil eyes, and lighting the sage. The smoke makes you cough it's so thick, when she hands you one.

"Repeat this - you will not harm me."

"You will not cock block me!"

"Hey!" You blush then, realizing your words, clearing your throat as your friend rolls her eyes. "Why do I deal with you?"

"He really does, I haven't gotten dick since I've been here," you pout and she starts walking through the house, shivering. "Yeah, he sits in my room the most."

"We'll put extra protection in here," she's smudging more, opening all the windows, as you follow her - praying this doll was done - the next step was a whole exorcism!!

The doll doesn't return that day, you almost can't believe your luck, and that night he's still not there! You freely go on a date - he's not even that good of a kisser but you really need to get laid, it's been a whole year since this doll started. He's fingering you good enough in the car, that you decide to bring him in.

Typically, this is when your doll would start messing with you, but the house smells so clean and it's blissfully empty. Your date is kissing down your body as you lay in your bed, and for once the creepy doll isn't even here staring at you!

Yay for Sage!

"So pretty," he's murmuring, kissing up your thigh, you're moaning then, it's just been so long, you were even scared to masturbate because he's watched so much! "So wet..."

"Shh," you didn't need the dude to talk, no you really need to cum - but of course, he doesn't know what he's doing. But that's okay, you're just excited your creepy ass doll is gone, so you tug his face where it needs to be and work with it. "Mnh!"

"Hmm," that sound doesn't come from him, or you, in fact he's buried against your pussy when you look curiously to see it-

That Fucking Doll!

He's grinning at you, making you scream when your date pulls his lips off whatever part of your pussy he was going for, looking at the chair then. "Oh, I didn't see that - it's fucking creepy!"

"Just... um ignore it..." Soon the doll has slammed the damn door, your lights flicker again, and your tv is going on and off. "Dammit..."

"I'm sorry but... this is too creepy, he's like haunted!?" Your date runs out when the doll turns his creepy ass head, and you're done. You tug on your panties, picking the doll up by his hair, scowling.

"I'm getting an exorcist tomorrow, you creepy little shit!" You throw him out of your room with a huff, locking your door and grimacing, throwing a hand over your face.

You almost could have cum just grinding on the guys nose, you're that needy after this year of hell! You're grabbing your vibrator, spreading your thighs then, eyes fluttering shut. You have to just cum and you'll feel a little better, surely, hopefully the stupid doll does his usual routine and comes in after a couple hours.

The vibrations are hitting your clit, and your hips rise up, shutting your eyes and imagining how good it'll be to get rid of this stupid fucking doll, when the vibrator is snatched from your hand and thrown against the wall. You scream at that, eyes opening when a hand comes over your mouth.

Who the fuck is this!?!?

He's got glowing red eyes just like your doll, but he's huge, and he's naked, covered in tattoos as your eyes dart down his throat, his chest, and his big hand lets go. He smirks down at you, when you scooch up the bed, chest heaving, and he eyes your pussy, lapping at his plump lower lip.

"You thought that loser or that toy could make you cum, brat?" his voice is gruff as he speaks, you reach for your phone, but he throws that now too.

"Who are you!? How'd you get in?" You're covering yourself up with a pillow, only for him to throw that now too, as you look all over the room. "I have a haunted doll, he'll scare the shit out of you."

He laughs then, throwing his head back, before giving you an evil fucking grin, straddling your bed and making it creak with his heavy weight, one arm on either side of you. "Oh you're fucking dumb."

You glare and smack the shit out of him then, screaming out as your palm stings, he's chuckling again, and you see him hard, he's fucking huge. Veiny, a good nine inches, leaking precum on your damn bed, as he shoves up your top.

"Get the fuck out, who breaks in naked - you're a creep!" He's chuckling now, shaking his head, pink hair messy, his fingers gripping your breasts.

"I'm tired of watching you try to fuck all these losers," you gasp then, lips parted.

"You can't be..."

"My name isn't Anabelle by the fucking way," he says, glaring at you, and you tremble. "It's Sukuna, king of fucking curses."

"Oh whatever as if you're a king- Raggedy Andy looking- ah!" Sukuna is done with you then, he has a huge hand around your throat, as his other finds your soppy little cunt.

"I'm not raggedy andy, I'm a fucking demon," you're shaking your head again, but when he touches your clit with his rough fingers, you can't help but cry out. "Cunt is desperate, so slutty."

"You're really the doll!? I saged you! Oh fuck," he's rolling in circles now, his heavy cock looking more and more tempting - you weren't really gonna fuck your haunted doll were you!?!? "Ngh!"

"You just brought me out, hah - pathetic, looking at you with your stupid ass crystals, think they work on me?" He's shoved two thick ass fingers inside you now, you're rolling your eyes back, pulsing around them already.

"W-why don't you... just leave me alone... ah!" You're saying it as you're gushing down his fingers. "I was finally gonna cum - you haunted fucking chucky doll!"

"I'm not chucky or fucking anabelle!" He's furious then, pulling out his fingers and shoving them in your mouth, you're sucking on them without thinking, when he scowls at you. "I can't believe you lit me on fucking fire- oh and I'm claustrophobic by the way!? you mean ass little-"

"Don't you dare even! Fuck, could you just... get me off! It's your fault I never do! Maybe I wouldn't burn you or throw you in the pond if you were useful!'

"Useful, you're such a bitch.." you smack him again, just making him harder - it's been eighty years trapped in that stupid fucking vessel, and he's had to watch you naked for a year! He's far more needy thatn you.

"Don't call be that, fucking Robert the doll but even lamer!"

"You listen to too many much horror podcasts, oh and you know he wouldn't have got you off, yeah?"

"Like you can, you're a doll!"

"I'm a fucking demon, now shut up," he's yanked off your panties, shoving them in your mouth, when he leans down and brings your pussy right against his face. "I'll show you how to really cum, fucking insolent brat."

"Who the fuck says insolent- ancient ass- oh fuck," he's spreading your lips, eyeing your pretty cunt, he'd tell you it was pretty if you weren't always trying to destroy him or stuff him in boxes. But for now, he'll think it, drinking your cunt up and moaning as he ruts his cock against the matress. "Oh god! There, there, fuck!" You're tugging at his hair when he nips your clit, smacking your hands now, scowling with his bright red eyes. "Ow!"

"Don't tell me what to do, pathetic human, be thankful I'm letting you have this," he is so fucking pretentious for a doll you think to yourself, wishing you could toss him back into that trunk in the attic until he's sucking on your clit. "Mmm... should thank me."

You're gushing then, how can you not, his tongue swirling your clit, sucking it into his hot mouth, the little thing twitching as he vibrates it with his stupid demon mouth. You wonder if the doll actually killed you and you're in some weird limbo with it, maybe it dragged you to hell, but it feels so good you honestly go with it.

He's messy, sloppy and somehow precise as he drags your thighs closer, sucking up all your juices. You're writhing under him, closer and closer, while he devours your pussy so hungry, he won't tell you how good it tastes either, you're too much of a fucking brat for all that - you've given him PTSD from all the ways you've hurt him!!!

"Cum, now - whiny little brat..." You're screaming out before you can stop yourself, his tongue slipping up to collect all the juices that spill as you're yanking his hair again.

The orgasm hits far too good, you're making a mess and squirting on your - haunted doll's!?- face then, he grins, lapping it up, before leaning up and wrapping a tattooed hand around your throat. He spits right into your mouth after prying it open, you're choking as you swallow it, only for him to bend you in half, slamming his thick cock in as much as it can go.

"G-god... oh my... you're too big, fuck!" You're trying to back off, but he drags you back, smirking as he presses your thighs up, smushing them against your breasts and fucking deeper.

"Tired of listening to you every fucking day, bitchy and annoying, tired of you bringing losers - ah fuck you're tight - home. And tired of - mmm - you trying to get rid of me!"

"I'm - ah! - tired of - fuck, there!" You're done as he's fucking you so good then, you've never had dick like his, it's tearing you apart with each filthy fucking stroke. You're trying to scratch at his back when he pins your wrists down, pressing all his heavy weight on you.

"Shut you up - hah - fuck..." Your cunt is milking him, it's been a good hundred years since Sukuna has fucked anything, he would jerk off in his vessel but it wasn't the same! And he's wanted you too long, so he's trying to hold back for a moment as your gummy walls grip his veiny length.

"W-won't sage you if you... mnh, make me cum again - ah!" He's scowling now, fucking you harder, breaking you in half with his mean cock - you have to hope that he doesn't have some creepy fucking doll stds or something!?

"Haven't fucked in... a hundred years... gonna cum so much, in your slutty little fucking pussy - mine, not that fucking losers..." you feel a little relief, a hundred years he should be okay, but you're still half convinced you're dead or asleep anyway.

"Cum in me," he smirks then. "Oh stop it, just do it."

"Slut, fucking mean ass brat, fucking.... god your pussy..." he also thinks you're pretty, but you sure wouldn't hear that either!

Sukuna fucks you in that mating press, until he's got you cumming again, pulsing around him with your aftershocks, and he lets out a hundred fucking years of cum, white ropes busting in your pussy, bulging your tummy.

"So much what the- you're still cumming!?"

"Shut up, god... fuck..." He's losing it now, he almost kisses you, but instead he's spitting in your mouth again, moaning as he pulls back, watching his own cum being pushed out down his length.

"I'm like hallucinating or dead," you're whining out then, as he pulls back, cum spilling all over your bed, as he smirks, fingering it back into your hole. "I'm sore! It's been a year because of y-you!"

"Shut up, fucked ya good enough yeah?" You're just trembling now, as he pulls back, sighing and laying next to you, on one arm. "I require clothing."

"Aren't you going back to like being a creepy doll?"

"Tch, no, the sage released me, and now your sexual energy is feeding me," he's tugging you against him, frowning as he studies you. "You were so mean to me!"

"You were a haunted doll! And never let me get dick."

"Well obviously not," he's blushing now, and you can't help but giggle. "Do not laugh at me, mortal!"

"Oh sorry, I may have some old sweats or shirts from my ex, let me look." You hop up now, shaking your head when he tugs you back on his lap. "What is it?"

"I'm scared by myself, that's why I kept going to your room, and you just kept throwing me away," he's nuzzling your neck now, kind of sweet for a demonic possessed doll. "Don't do it again!"

"Okay fine, I won't. Now I feel bad!"

"You should!" He's sinking sharp teeth into your neck, fucking you again, as he has much to make up for, making sure to fuck all his frustrations out of his mistreatment!

This is silly LMAO

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