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[Devour] Chapter 1: Reunited

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, angst, eventual smut, hurt/no comfort, explicit sexual content, undertones of misogyny (because the 'olden days'), mature themes, depiction of gore and violence, mentions of pregnancy and abortion. Please note that these warnings pertain to the entire series as a whole, and not just to this specific chapter.

Tags: mini series, angst, smut, Heian Era, true form Sukuna

Summary: Years have gone by. You find yourself forced into a marriage that you wanted no part of. The people in your village begin to reveal their true colors to you. Backed into a corner, you do something unthinkable.

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! If you would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know. Chapter 2 is expected to come out next Thursday (Jan 9th at 12:00 PM EST). Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned. x

Masterlist: < Prologue | Chapter 2 (To be continued) >

You vividly remembered that fateful day as if it was just yesterday. After meeting Ryo, you sprinted back to the village, begging your grandmother to teach you all there was to know about plants, flowers, and herbs. Your grandmother laughed heartily, asking what had spurred such an interest in a young girl when she should be enjoying her youth instead. But your gut told you to keep him a secret; it felt as if he didn’t want to be known, so you made up a flimsy excuse to quell her curiosity. In hindsight, now that you were much older, you realized that your grandmother probably knew you were keeping a secret.

You often thought about Ryo, the boy who reminded you of the sun, and you would frequently visit the forest where the two of you had met, hoping to see him once more. But true to his words, you never encountered him again.

Years had passed in the blink of an eye, and you had grown into a bright young woman. However, the days of bliss would soon end when you found yourself caught in a dire conflict with the rest of the village.

It all happened on the day of your grandmother's funeral, she was your only family member since your parents passed away when you were small. The pain of her loss felt insurmountable, and you didn't know how to move on. There was no one you could lean on, and you selfishly wished to yourself: if only Ryo had come back to be your friend all those years ago. You had not been given enough time to fully mourn her loss when a group of elders and villagers approached you, their expressions grave and urgent.

Despite the immense grief you felt, you agreed to their request for a meeting in the main hall. As you entered the hall, the atmosphere shifted; something about their demeanor felt off. It wasn’t long before their true colors became apparent, unveiling a harsh reality that would shatter your understanding of everything around you.

“Y/N, as you are aware, the village has not been doing well,” one of the elders said. You nodded, your stomach twisting as you recalled the recent events that had transpired.

For the past few months, it felt as if the village had been cursed—crops withering, and people dying in horrific ways from an unknown illness. Thankfully, your grandmother passed from old age, and escaped the troubles that plagued the village. There was no discernible reason for this phenomenon, and the atmosphere had become increasingly tense and fearful. Everyone became cold and distant, only fending for themselves.

“There is, however, a silver lining to all this. A hope for our village, but it requires your cooperation,” the elder continued.

“Of course,” you replied, your throat tightening. Something felt horribly wrong. “How can I help?”

“Lord Yamamoto is looking for a wife. If you marry him, you can convince him to invest in our village. We will put in a good word for you.”

Just hearing Lord Yamamoto's name was enough to put you on edge. Lord Yamamoto had a notorious reputation that everyone knew about. Being well into his sixties, he would have been your father’s age had he still been alive. He was known for his short-temper and abusive nature, rumors had it that his last two wives perished under mysterious circumstances. Any parent who had even an ounce of love for their daughters would never marry them off to such a monster. Now, left with no family, it seemed you had become an easy target. Truth be told, you were past the age of marriage, but your grandmother had fiercely protected you from being immediately married off as soon as you came of age. She had always insisted that you live freely and carve out your own path in life.

“Lord Yamamoto is a tyrant,” you replied, trying to mask your unease. “That man should not be marrying anyone. It would only be a death sentence.”

“But you have no choice, Y/N!” another elder exclaimed, unable to hide his desperation. “If not you, then there will be no one else.”

“Don’t be so narrow-sighted. He might be good to you; old age has probably softened him,” another elder chimed in, trying to convince you.

“I…” you shook your head, your voice trembling. For the first time in your life, you felt truly alone and terrified. “I don’t want to marry him. I don’t need to marry anyone.”

“You owe us, Y/N,” one woman spat, the venom in her words slicing through your resolve. “After all, it is your fault that our village is cursed!”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “How could you—”

“Don’t even try to deny it! My son saw you with that monster all those years ago. You invited him into our village, and now we all suffer because of you!”

“M-monster?” you gasped, appalled by the accusation.

“There is only one. The abomination with four eyes and four arms.”

Ryo? Your heart tightened at their insinuation. They didn’t know him at all.

“And my son has seen you wandering in and out of that forest over the years, meeting the monster in secret!”

“He's no monster!” you shouted back, anger coursing through you.

“Hah! So you admit you've seen him. You ought to be stoned to death. There could only be one reason why the two of you would meet in secret,” a middle-aged villager said, eyeing you up and down.

“Your grandmother was too lenient on you. That’s what happens when you have no parents to guide you. Daughters without parents become ill-mannered and rebellious.”

“Do not speak of my family as if you know them,” you retorted.

“Oh, I know your grandmother; she was a kind and hardworking woman. She worked until her death just to sustain an insolent wench like you.”

“While your poor grandmother worked her bones down to dust, you were spreading your legs for the King of Curses in the forest!” they continued their relentless assault of accusations.

“That’s not true!” you yelled, tears brimming in your eyes, though you stubbornly held them back. “I—”

“Look, there is no need for us to keep stating the facts that Y/N will never admit to,” a calmer voice interjected. The man reminded you of a fox—sly and conniving. “Y/N, your grandmother was a good woman. That is the only reason we wanted to do you this favor. If you don’t marry Lord Yamamoto, your safety will no longer be guaranteed in this village. To be frank, many villagers want you dead.”

The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks, suddenly, the hall felt too small, the imposing elders and villagers too big. You couldn’t breathe. One thing was clear, however: you had lived in ignorant bliss all along, and you realized it too late. No matter how you looked at it, both options seemed to lead to your impending doom.

A heavy silence loomed in the hall.

“I..." you clenched your fists tight enough to almost draw blood, "I will marry Lord Yamamoto,” you said quietly, your head dropping in defeat.

“Excellent. I’m glad we could reach an agreement,” the fox-like man replied, his voice dripping with false satisfaction.

With that, the group of elders and villagers walked away, heads held high as if they had just become the saviors of the village, leaving you feeling more trapped than ever.

---

Your entire village gathered to bid you farewell on your wedding day, but it felt nearly impossible to find joy in the moment. You were being sent off to a tyrant, and just days prior, it had been revealed that everyone had secretly loathed you all along. Despite the heavy weight of this revelation, you did your best to maintain a facade of ignorance, but the experience was jarring to say the least.

Lord Yamamoto had sent four of his men to collect you in a shoulder carriage. The Yamamoto estate was about a day's journey away, which meant you would arrive at your new home by nightfall. The wedding ceremony was scheduled to begin immediately upon your arrival, and then you would be expected to share a bed with your new husband. The thought of bedding a stranger—someone who could practically be your father—made you shudder. Your stomach churned as feelings of disgust and dread surged within you; bile threatened to escape your throat. You weren’t even certain you could persuade Lord Yamamoto to invest in your village, rendering the entire marriage a cruel farce.

As you sat in the uncomfortable carriage, your thoughts spiraled into desperation. Perhaps you could make a run for it, a grand escape. You had a vague idea of the landscape from your childhood adventures, but could you truly outrun four men? The route to the Yamamoto estate would take them through a dense forest by the mountains—this would be your most opportune moment if you decided to flee. Your heart raced as you weighed the risks, contemplating whether such a plan was feasible.

You couldn’t tell how long you had been in the carriage, but the sounds of a rushing river signaled that the group had now entered the forest. Quietly, you peeked through the crack of the small carriage window to confirm your suspicions.

It was now or never, you thought, as adrenaline began coursing through you. Even if you managed to evade the men, would you be able to survive the forest before it claimed you? Then again, you’d rather face the unknown dangers of the wilderness than submit to an abusive husband.

“E-excuse me,” you called out, your voice wavering slightly. The carriage came to a halt.

“Yes, my Lady?” one of the men replied.

“I’m sorry, but I… need to use the bathroom,” you lied, the words tumbling out with an urgency that surprised you.

A brief moment of silence followed as the four men deliberated how to handle the situation.

“Worry not, my Lady; we will find a suitable spot for you immediately,” one of them said.

“Thank you…” you murmured, feeling the carriage lower as they prepared to let you out.

“Please, come out. We will wait for you by the riverbank,” another man instructed, his voice firm yet respectful.

Climbing out of the carriage, you noted that the men sat dutifully by the river, their gazes averted to preserve your dignity as the lord's wife.

“Call us when you’re done,” one of the men said loudly.

“Yes,” you replied, your voice steady despite the nerves churning within you. “I’m sorry; it might take a while. I suppose I’m a little nervous about meeting Lord Yamamoto.”

You made your way into the depths of the forest, further from the men, quickly scanning your surroundings to plan your escape. Your heart raced; you knew you only had so much time. Without another glance back, you took a deep breath and made a run for it, pushing yourself into the wilderness.

---

It was a miracle you had managed to escape, but as you feared, nightfall approached quickly, casting the forest into darkness and enveloping you in a chilling cold. A part of you had anticipated the difficult challenge of surviving a night in the wild, but you didn't have much time to consider the grim reality of your situation.

You patted your surroundings to guide yourself through the increasingly opaque darkness. Oddly enough, you didn’t feel scared—not nearly as terrified as when you had been coerced into marrying Lord Yamamoto.

You suddenly recalled the stories your grandmother used to tell about the forest and mountains. She described them as spiritual places where benevolent and malevolent spirits coexisted. If you were fortunate, the kind spirits would guide and protect you; but if luck was not on your side, the malevolent spirits would claim you as their own. It was strange that amidst your dire situation, you were reminiscing about these childhood tales, and a sense of unease began to settle in your chest.

After some time, it became apparent that you were lost. You couldn’t tell if you were moving deeper into the forest or away from it; it felt like an endless abyss. You were getting tired and cold, so you decided to stop your exploration, this was where you would have to set up camp for the night. You attempted to fashion a makeshift bed out of your wedding kimono, and you shivered as you lay atop your haori, realizing perhaps you shouldn’t have taken it off. Staring into the darkness, exhaustion took over, and you began to drift into sleep.

You were not sure how long you had been asleep when peculiar sounds jolted you awake. Your senses heightened, and you feared you might have come into contact with a wild animal. Listening closely, your blood ran cold. The sounds were not those of a mere animal; bones were snapping, flesh tearing, and spluttering noises could be heard. Was this what awaited you—death?

Suddenly, silence enveloped the forest. You clasped your hands tightly over your mouth, feeling bile rise in your throat. Your survival now depended on remaining as quiet as possible, but the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer. You realized you had already been noticed, and with no other option, you gathered every ounce of strength to escape.

You barely made it a few steps before whatever it was caught up to you at an inhuman speed. A powerful grip seized your arm, and an intense force held you in place—it felt as if your arm might snap under the pressure.

"Ah—!" you tried to scream, but a rush of air stole your voice before you could utter another sound. In an instant, the figure turned you around, enveloping you in a tight embrace.

Your heart raced as you stood there wide-eyed, confusion swirling within you as you tried to process what had just occurred. The forest fell silent, the usual sounds of the night muted, leaving you alone with the darkness that surrounded you and the shadowy figure holding you.

Was this a friend or foe? The uncertainty gnawed at you, heightening your anxiety. Just as panic began to bubble to the surface, a voice broke through the stillness.

"Little flower."

---

Sukuna's POV

For Sukuna, this encounter felt like a resurgence of old feelings he had desperately tried to lock away. Every moment shared in the past relentlessly crashed over him, threatening to consume him. Time had altered him, reshaping his reality in ways beyond imagination. Yet here you were, untouched by the darkness, a flower blossoming amidst the ash. It appeared that while he had changed irrevocably, you had remained the same.

You had never met him after your fateful encounter as a child, and though your memory served you correctly, Sukuna could not say the same for himself. After his encounter with you, he had earnestly believed that he would not be able to return to your village; after all, beggars couldn't be choosers. In his mind, he would have to go wherever his next meal was.

As he began to travel, he meticulously retraced every step he took, a part of him still hoping to one day find a way back to you. The thought lingered like a whisper in the back of his mind. To his astonishment, it was as if fate had decided to grant him one wish. He stumbled upon an abandoned temple at the foot of a mountain, close to your village. The temple seemed to have belonged to a fire deity many years ago, and from that day forward, Sukuna made the temple his home. He would make the trip to steal glimpses of you from time to time. In his mind, he convinced himself that he was satisfied with seeing you from afar.

Sukuna quietly watched you—ensuring he kept you at arm's length. It became almost like a sacred duty to him, maintaining distance while keeping his desires at bay. Often, he would hear you call out his name in the very same forest where the two of you had sat together, sharing steamed buns. It took tremendous restraint to remain hidden, despite knowing you searched for him. He assured himself this was for the best, for this was how it should be.

As the seasons changed and repeated, he watched you bloom into the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on—a vision that captivated him more than anything he had ever encountered. Meanwhile, he had truly established himself as the King of Curses. Over the years, Sukuna had transformed into a force to be reckoned with, the pinnacle of jujutsu sorcery. He mercilessly hunted down curses, beasts, and people, reveling in the chaos and destruction he left in his wake. His bloodlust was insatiable, an ever-growing hunger that consumed him. If the two of you were to ever reunite, would you be able to embrace the man he had become and the grim realities of all he had done?

A part of him selfishly wanted to whisk you away, to claim you as his own. It would have been easy for him to act on those desires, to force you into complete submission, yet the very thought that you might come to resent or loathe him filled him with a profound dread. You had always awakened feelings within him that were foreign and unsettling, yet utterly intoxicating.

Life had become less isolating after meeting Uraume; the two of them shared a mentor-pupil relationship that brought a semblance of companionship to his solitary life. Uraume was not only a powerful sorcerer in their own right but also remarkably adept in the domestic sphere, handling cooking and chores with ease and efficiency. Sukuna willingly took them under his wing, finding comfort in their presence.

Then shortly after came Yorozu. She quickly caught Sukuna’s attention not just for her looks, but for her undeniable strength as a sorcerer. They shared the same bloodlust and a thrill for battle that bound them together. Over time, her obsession with Sukuna deepened, an intense devotion that complemented her wild and brash personality. She understood Sukuna in ways few could and accepted him unconditionally. Though they had an intimate relationship, Sukuna never once considered Yorozu as anything more than a fleeting distraction. The labyrinths of his heart still whispered your name. Many times, he had wished it were you writhing beneath him, your voice crying out his name.

Sukuna often imagined what it would have been like if he had continued to visit you instead, envisioning a life where the two of you grew up together. Where would that path have led both of you? Would you still have been his friend, unwavering and loyal? Or would you have learned to despise him like so many others had? Perhaps—he felt a dull shame in having such thoughts—would you have been willing to leave everything behind to be with him?

But one day, it all came crashing down on him. He was finally forced to confront his longing and fantasies when he saw you leaving the village in a wedding kimono, stepping into a shoulder carriage. You were smiling, and judging by the grandeur of the spectacle, it seemed you were marrying into a well-off family. In that moment, he had to accept the painful truth: you were no longer his.

Yes, this was how it should be; this was what you deserved. But no matter how much he repeated it to himself like a mantra, he couldn't suppress the rush of anger, jealousy, and bitterness that surged within him. That same day, Sukuna returned to the forest near the temple, his resolve completely shattered. In a fit of rage, he exterminated countless curses, unleashing his fury upon anything that dared exist in his path—until the voices of four men broke through his wrath.

“Damn it, where did she go?” one of the men exclaimed, panic evident in his voice.

“I knew something was off,” another replied with a sigh.

Sukuna immediately pinpointed the source of the voices; he recognized them as the same men who had come to collect you in that carriage. What happened? Why were they searching for you? Were you in danger? He continued to stalk the four men unnoticed, gathering information in silence. But he also knew the forest was immensely dangerous—he needed to find you before something else did.

“Lord Yamamoto would be furious to know that Lady Y/N has run away; he will have our heads!” one of the men said, his anxiety palpable.

“Keep looking,” a third man urged. “She couldn't have gone far. A girl won’t survive alone in the forest.”

A few moments into their frantic search, one man spoke up, his voice low but anxious. “Do you think those rumors about Lady Y/N are true?”

“Not this again,” another groaned, shaking his head. “I’d rather not think about it.”

"But Lord Yamamoto seems to believe them,” the first man insisted.

“That’s not our concern,” the fourth man interjected dismissively. “If Lord Yamamoto is gracious enough to accept her despite the rumors, then who are we to question it?”

“But what if she curses the Yamamoto household as well? Our lord could have chosen another young woman—why her?” the third man pressed.

“It’s not that simple,” the second man said, his voice rising in frustration. “Our lord has a reputation. Not to mention, he’s getting old with no male heir to inherit his name—he's desperate.”

"I heard Lady Y/N has no family; after Lord Yamamoto gets what he wants out of it, he could easily dispose of her. Nobody will come looking for her or mourn for her."

“Still, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t have chosen a woman who was impure. I heard it wasn't just any man she bedded, it was a demon: the King of Curses,” the first man's voice dripped with disdain.

Sukuna stopped in his tracks, his blood running hot.

“Keep your mouth shut!” one of the men warned sharply. “Do you not realize that we are in his territory right now?”

“Is that why you were so on edge since we entered the forest?” another scoffed. “Do you truly believe such a beast exists?”

“Why don’t the two of you stop talking and just look for her?” the fourth man urged, frustration lining his voice. “It won’t be her who perishes if we return to Lord Yamamoto without his bride.”

A torrent of emotions swirled inside Sukuna; the thought of you being treated like livestock to produce an heir for an aging lord disgusted him. And then there were the rumors about you sleeping with the King of Curses—how had that even come about? Sukuna's chest tightened as he surmised that you had probably run away from it all. This was all he needed to know. Without hesitation, Sukuna appeared before the four men.

"Good day, sir!" one of the men called out as he spotted Sukuna. "We are looking for a young woman. Have you seen her by any chance?"

Sukuna remained silent, his gaze fixed as he continued to walk towards them, an unsettling calm surrounding him.

"Tch, where are his manners?" one of them muttered under his breath.

“Wait, he looks a bit strange…” a third man whispered, unease settling into his voice.

"We're looking for a woman—” another started, but he faltered.

“I heard you the first time,” Sukuna snarled, his voice low and menacing.

The four men stood wide-eyed and frozen in fear, realizing that the King of Curses was indeed a real man—not a mere myth. Suddenly, an inexplicable force of impending doom engulfed them.

“You will do well to remember that you are in my domain,” Sukuna warned, his tone chilling.

“T-the King of Curses! It’s true!” one of the men stammered, panic rising in his voice.

“Hm, I suppose it is,” Sukuna replied, a taunting smile spreading across his face, akin to a cat toying with its prey.

“Forget Lady Y/N! W-we must inform Lord Yamamoto!” another man exclaimed, desperation lacing his words.

“How presumptuous of you, to think I would allow you to make it back to him," Sukuna’s smile turned sinister, his eyes glinting with anticipation of the chaos to come, "you could try to run, but it will be futile."

The four men began to sprint away, desperately trying to escape the King of Curses.

"Do your best. Run as fast as you can; I will give you ten seconds," Sukuna called out and began to count down.

"Time's up." Sukuna licked his lips and began to charge in their direction. Before the men could react, Sukuna struck, ripping them to shreds in an instant. Blood and gore splattered across the ground, painting the forest floor in a grotesque display of violence. A rush of exhilaration coursed through him as he reveled in the symphony of carnage before him. Every kill was an intense high for Sukuna; he was no different than an untamed beast. But he quickly pulled himself back to focus; after all, you were still missing, and he needed to find you before the sun set.

It was dark, and still, there were no signs of you. Sukuna knew this forest and mountain like the back of his hand, and he was in genuine disbelief that you had ventured so deeply into it. There was no way you would continue to wander blindly in the woods at this hour; you were probably tired and cold. He reasoned that the next logical step would be for you to set up camp somewhere, but he could feel the cursed energies of the forest becoming more potent by the minute. Of all the places you could have gotten lost, it just had to be here.

Sukuna gritted his teeth, his heart pounding frantically—a sensation that didn't come often for him. As he continued to navigate through the forest, he was suddenly hit with an intense surge of energy. This was no mere curse, and he couldn't risk you encountering it. Without hesitation, he made his way toward the source of the energy. He would extinguish it before resuming his search for you. But what he didn’t anticipate was that the curse would ultimately lead him to you.

Sukuna effortlessly slayed the curse, tearing it to shreds, when a vibrant piece of fabric caught his keen eye. Moving toward it, he suddenly heard a rustle as if someone was trying to make a run for it. It was you—he was sure of it. He quickly closed the distance, grabbing you by the arm. Before he could fully process the moment, his body instinctively pulled you into a fierce embrace.

“Little flower,” was all he could manage to say.

He knew it would be difficult to let you go again.

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[xechu]

Devour (Mini Series)

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, angst, eventual smut, hurt/no comfort, explicit sexual content, undertones of misogyny (because the 'olden days'), mature themes, depiction of gore and violence, mentions of pregnancy and abortion.

Tags: mini series, angst, smut, Heian Era, true form Sukuna

Prompt: Sukuna understands love, but in the end it is worthless.

Current status: ongoing

A/N: Happy new year! Kicking off 2025 with my first mini series featuring Heian era Sukuna. You can read some more of my personal ramblings about this series here. Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned. x

Prologue: Innocence

Chapter 1: Reunited

Chapter 2: Yearning (Jan 9, 2025 at 12:00 PM EST)

Writing © xechu - please do not redistribute or repost.

[xechu]

[Devour] Chapter 1: Reunited

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, angst, eventual smut, hurt/no comfort, explicit sexual content, undertones of misogyny (because the 'olden days'), mature themes, depiction of gore and violence, mentions of pregnancy and abortion. Please note that these warnings pertain to the entire series as a whole, and not just to this specific chapter.

Tags: mini series, angst, smut, Heian Era, true form Sukuna

Summary: Years have gone by. You find yourself forced into a marriage that you wanted no part of. The people in your village begin to reveal their true colors to you. Backed into a corner, you do something unthinkable.

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! If you would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know. Chapter 2 is expected to come out next Thursday (Jan 9th at 12:00 PM EST). Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned. x

Masterlist: < Prologue | Chapter 2 (To be continued) >

You vividly remembered that fateful day as if it was just yesterday. After meeting Ryo, you sprinted back to the village, begging your grandmother to teach you all there was to know about plants, flowers, and herbs. Your grandmother laughed heartily, asking what had spurred such an interest in a young girl when she should be enjoying her youth instead. But your gut told you to keep him a secret; it felt as if he didn’t want to be known, so you made up a flimsy excuse to quell her curiosity. In hindsight, now that you were much older, you realized that your grandmother probably knew you were keeping a secret.

You often thought about Ryo, the boy who reminded you of the sun, and you would frequently visit the forest where the two of you had met, hoping to see him once more. But true to his words, you never encountered him again.

Years had passed in the blink of an eye, and you had grown into a bright young woman. However, the days of bliss would soon end when you found yourself caught in a dire conflict with the rest of the village.

It all happened on the day of your grandmother's funeral, she was your only family member since your parents passed away when you were small. The pain of her loss felt insurmountable, and you didn't know how to move on. There was no one you could lean on, and you selfishly wished to yourself: if only Ryo had come back to be your friend all those years ago. You had not been given enough time to fully mourn her loss when a group of elders and villagers approached you, their expressions grave and urgent.

Despite the immense grief you felt, you agreed to their request for a meeting in the main hall. As you entered the hall, the atmosphere shifted; something about their demeanor felt off. It wasn’t long before their true colors became apparent, unveiling a harsh reality that would shatter your understanding of everything around you.

“Y/N, as you are aware, the village has not been doing well,” one of the elders said. You nodded, your stomach twisting as you recalled the recent events that had transpired.

For the past few months, it felt as if the village had been cursed—crops withering, and people dying in horrific ways from an unknown illness. Thankfully, your grandmother passed from old age, and escaped the troubles that plagued the village. There was no discernible reason for this phenomenon, and the atmosphere had become increasingly tense and fearful. Everyone became cold and distant, only fending for themselves.

“There is, however, a silver lining to all this. A hope for our village, but it requires your cooperation,” the elder continued.

“Of course,” you replied, your throat tightening. Something felt horribly wrong. “How can I help?”

“Lord Yamamoto is looking for a wife. If you marry him, you can convince him to invest in our village. We will put in a good word for you.”

Just hearing Lord Yamamoto's name was enough to put you on edge. Lord Yamamoto had a notorious reputation that everyone knew about. Being well into his sixties, he would have been your father’s age had he still been alive. He was known for his short-temper and abusive nature, rumors had it that his last two wives perished under mysterious circumstances. Any parent who had even an ounce of love for their daughters would never marry them off to such a monster. Now, left with no family, it seemed you had become an easy target. Truth be told, you were past the age of marriage, but your grandmother had fiercely protected you from being immediately married off as soon as you came of age. She had always insisted that you live freely and carve out your own path in life.

“Lord Yamamoto is a tyrant,” you replied, trying to mask your unease. “That man should not be marrying anyone. It would only be a death sentence.”

“But you have no choice, Y/N!” another elder exclaimed, unable to hide his desperation. “If not you, then there will be no one else.”

“Don’t be so narrow-sighted. He might be good to you; old age has probably softened him,” another elder chimed in, trying to convince you.

“I…” you shook your head, your voice trembling. For the first time in your life, you felt truly alone and terrified. “I don’t want to marry him. I don’t need to marry anyone.”

“You owe us, Y/N,” one woman spat, the venom in her words slicing through your resolve. “After all, it is your fault that our village is cursed!”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “How could you—”

“Don’t even try to deny it! My son saw you with that monster all those years ago. You invited him into our village, and now we all suffer because of you!”

“M-monster?” you gasped, appalled by the accusation.

“There is only one. The abomination with four eyes and four arms.”

Ryo? Your heart tightened at their insinuation. They didn’t know him at all.

“And my son has seen you wandering in and out of that forest over the years, meeting the monster in secret!”

“He's no monster!” you shouted back, anger coursing through you.

“Hah! So you admit you've seen him. You ought to be stoned to death. There could only be one reason why the two of you would meet in secret,” a middle-aged villager said, eyeing you up and down.

“Your grandmother was too lenient on you. That’s what happens when you have no parents to guide you. Daughters without parents become ill-mannered and rebellious.”

“Do not speak of my family as if you know them,” you retorted.

“Oh, I know your grandmother; she was a kind and hardworking woman. She worked until her death just to sustain an insolent wench like you.”

“While your poor grandmother worked her bones down to dust, you were spreading your legs for the King of Curses in the forest!” they continued their relentless assault of accusations.

“That’s not true!” you yelled, tears brimming in your eyes, though you stubbornly held them back. “I—”

“Look, there is no need for us to keep stating the facts that Y/N will never admit to,” a calmer voice interjected. The man reminded you of a fox—sly and conniving. “Y/N, your grandmother was a good woman. That is the only reason we wanted to do you this favor. If you don’t marry Lord Yamamoto, your safety will no longer be guaranteed in this village. To be frank, many villagers want you dead.”

The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks, suddenly, the hall felt too small, the imposing elders and villagers too big. You couldn’t breathe. One thing was clear, however: you had lived in ignorant bliss all along, and you realized it too late. No matter how you looked at it, both options seemed to lead to your impending doom.

A heavy silence loomed in the hall.

“I..." you clenched your fists tight enough to almost draw blood, "I will marry Lord Yamamoto,” you said quietly, your head dropping in defeat.

“Excellent. I’m glad we could reach an agreement,” the fox-like man replied, his voice dripping with false satisfaction.

With that, the group of elders and villagers walked away, heads held high as if they had just become the saviors of the village, leaving you feeling more trapped than ever.

---

Your entire village gathered to bid you farewell on your wedding day, but it felt nearly impossible to find joy in the moment. You were being sent off to a tyrant, and just days prior, it had been revealed that everyone had secretly loathed you all along. Despite the heavy weight of this revelation, you did your best to maintain a facade of ignorance, but the experience was jarring to say the least.

Lord Yamamoto had sent four of his men to collect you in a shoulder carriage. The Yamamoto estate was about a day's journey away, which meant you would arrive at your new home by nightfall. The wedding ceremony was scheduled to begin immediately upon your arrival, and then you would be expected to share a bed with your new husband. The thought of bedding a stranger—someone who could practically be your father—made you shudder. Your stomach churned as feelings of disgust and dread surged within you; bile threatened to escape your throat. You weren’t even certain you could persuade Lord Yamamoto to invest in your village, rendering the entire marriage a cruel farce.

As you sat in the uncomfortable carriage, your thoughts spiraled into desperation. Perhaps you could make a run for it, a grand escape. You had a vague idea of the landscape from your childhood adventures, but could you truly outrun four men? The route to the Yamamoto estate would take them through a dense forest by the mountains—this would be your most opportune moment if you decided to flee. Your heart raced as you weighed the risks, contemplating whether such a plan was feasible.

You couldn’t tell how long you had been in the carriage, but the sounds of a rushing river signaled that the group had now entered the forest. Quietly, you peeked through the crack of the small carriage window to confirm your suspicions.

It was now or never, you thought, as adrenaline began coursing through you. Even if you managed to evade the men, would you be able to survive the forest before it claimed you? Then again, you’d rather face the unknown dangers of the wilderness than submit to an abusive husband.

“E-excuse me,” you called out, your voice wavering slightly. The carriage came to a halt.

“Yes, my Lady?” one of the men replied.

“I’m sorry, but I… need to use the bathroom,” you lied, the words tumbling out with an urgency that surprised you.

A brief moment of silence followed as the four men deliberated how to handle the situation.

“Worry not, my Lady; we will find a suitable spot for you immediately,” one of them said.

“Thank you…” you murmured, feeling the carriage lower as they prepared to let you out.

“Please, come out. We will wait for you by the riverbank,” another man instructed, his voice firm yet respectful.

Climbing out of the carriage, you noted that the men sat dutifully by the river, their gazes averted to preserve your dignity as the lord's wife.

“Call us when you’re done,” one of the men said loudly.

“Yes,” you replied, your voice steady despite the nerves churning within you. “I’m sorry; it might take a while. I suppose I’m a little nervous about meeting Lord Yamamoto.”

You made your way into the depths of the forest, further from the men, quickly scanning your surroundings to plan your escape. Your heart raced; you knew you only had so much time. Without another glance back, you took a deep breath and made a run for it, pushing yourself into the wilderness.

---

It was a miracle you had managed to escape, but as you feared, nightfall approached quickly, casting the forest into darkness and enveloping you in a chilling cold. A part of you had anticipated the difficult challenge of surviving a night in the wild, but you didn't have much time to consider the grim reality of your situation.

You patted your surroundings to guide yourself through the increasingly opaque darkness. Oddly enough, you didn’t feel scared—not nearly as terrified as when you had been coerced into marrying Lord Yamamoto.

You suddenly recalled the stories your grandmother used to tell about the forest and mountains. She described them as spiritual places where benevolent and malevolent spirits coexisted. If you were fortunate, the kind spirits would guide and protect you; but if luck was not on your side, the malevolent spirits would claim you as their own. It was strange that amidst your dire situation, you were reminiscing about these childhood tales, and a sense of unease began to settle in your chest.

After some time, it became apparent that you were lost. You couldn’t tell if you were moving deeper into the forest or away from it; it felt like an endless abyss. You were getting tired and cold, so you decided to stop your exploration, this was where you would have to set up camp for the night. You attempted to fashion a makeshift bed out of your wedding kimono, and you shivered as you lay atop your haori, realizing perhaps you shouldn’t have taken it off. Staring into the darkness, exhaustion took over, and you began to drift into sleep.

You were not sure how long you had been asleep when peculiar sounds jolted you awake. Your senses heightened, and you feared you might have come into contact with a wild animal. Listening closely, your blood ran cold. The sounds were not those of a mere animal; bones were snapping, flesh tearing, and spluttering noises could be heard. Was this what awaited you—death?

Suddenly, silence enveloped the forest. You clasped your hands tightly over your mouth, feeling bile rise in your throat. Your survival now depended on remaining as quiet as possible, but the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer. You realized you had already been noticed, and with no other option, you gathered every ounce of strength to escape.

You barely made it a few steps before whatever it was caught up to you at an inhuman speed. A powerful grip seized your arm, and an intense force held you in place—it felt as if your arm might snap under the pressure.

"Ah—!" you tried to scream, but a rush of air stole your voice before you could utter another sound. In an instant, the figure turned you around, enveloping you in a tight embrace.

Your heart raced as you stood there wide-eyed, confusion swirling within you as you tried to process what had just occurred. The forest fell silent, the usual sounds of the night muted, leaving you alone with the darkness that surrounded you and the shadowy figure holding you.

Was this a friend or foe? The uncertainty gnawed at you, heightening your anxiety. Just as panic began to bubble to the surface, a voice broke through the stillness.

"Little flower."

---

Sukuna's POV

For Sukuna, this encounter felt like a resurgence of old feelings he had desperately tried to lock away. Every moment shared in the past relentlessly crashed over him, threatening to consume him. Time had altered him, reshaping his reality in ways beyond imagination. Yet here you were, untouched by the darkness, a flower blossoming amidst the ash. It appeared that while he had changed irrevocably, you had remained the same.

You had never met him after your fateful encounter as a child, and though your memory served you correctly, Sukuna could not say the same for himself. After his encounter with you, he had earnestly believed that he would not be able to return to your village; after all, beggars couldn't be choosers. In his mind, he would have to go wherever his next meal was.

As he began to travel, he meticulously retraced every step he took, a part of him still hoping to one day find a way back to you. The thought lingered like a whisper in the back of his mind. To his astonishment, it was as if fate had decided to grant him one wish. He stumbled upon an abandoned temple at the foot of a mountain, close to your village. The temple seemed to have belonged to a fire deity many years ago, and from that day forward, Sukuna made the temple his home. He would make the trip to steal glimpses of you from time to time. In his mind, he convinced himself that he was satisfied with seeing you from afar.

Sukuna quietly watched you—ensuring he kept you at arm's length. It became almost like a sacred duty to him, maintaining distance while keeping his desires at bay. Often, he would hear you call out his name in the very same forest where the two of you had sat together, sharing steamed buns. It took tremendous restraint to remain hidden, despite knowing you searched for him. He assured himself this was for the best, for this was how it should be.

As the seasons changed and repeated, he watched you bloom into the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on—a vision that captivated him more than anything he had ever encountered. Meanwhile, he had truly established himself as the King of Curses. Over the years, Sukuna had transformed into a force to be reckoned with, the pinnacle of jujutsu sorcery. He mercilessly hunted down curses, beasts, and people, reveling in the chaos and destruction he left in his wake. His bloodlust was insatiable, an ever-growing hunger that consumed him. If the two of you were to ever reunite, would you be able to embrace the man he had become and the grim realities of all he had done?

A part of him selfishly wanted to whisk you away, to claim you as his own. It would have been easy for him to act on those desires, to force you into complete submission, yet the very thought that you might come to resent or loathe him filled him with a profound dread. You had always awakened feelings within him that were foreign and unsettling, yet utterly intoxicating.

Life had become less isolating after meeting Uraume; the two of them shared a mentor-pupil relationship that brought a semblance of companionship to his solitary life. Uraume was not only a powerful sorcerer in their own right but also remarkably adept in the domestic sphere, handling cooking and chores with ease and efficiency. Sukuna willingly took them under his wing, finding comfort in their presence.

Then shortly after came Yorozu. She quickly caught Sukuna’s attention not just for her looks, but for her undeniable strength as a sorcerer. They shared the same bloodlust and a thrill for battle that bound them together. Over time, her obsession with Sukuna deepened, an intense devotion that complemented her wild and brash personality. She understood Sukuna in ways few could and accepted him unconditionally. Though they had an intimate relationship, Sukuna never once considered Yorozu as anything more than a fleeting distraction. The labyrinths of his heart still whispered your name. Many times, he had wished it were you writhing beneath him, your voice crying out his name.

Sukuna often imagined what it would have been like if he had continued to visit you instead, envisioning a life where the two of you grew up together. Where would that path have led both of you? Would you still have been his friend, unwavering and loyal? Or would you have learned to despise him like so many others had? Perhaps—he felt a dull shame in having such thoughts—would you have been willing to leave everything behind to be with him?

But one day, it all came crashing down on him. He was finally forced to confront his longing and fantasies when he saw you leaving the village in a wedding kimono, stepping into a shoulder carriage. You were smiling, and judging by the grandeur of the spectacle, it seemed you were marrying into a well-off family. In that moment, he had to accept the painful truth: you were no longer his.

Yes, this was how it should be; this was what you deserved. But no matter how much he repeated it to himself like a mantra, he couldn't suppress the rush of anger, jealousy, and bitterness that surged within him. That same day, Sukuna returned to the forest near the temple, his resolve completely shattered. In a fit of rage, he exterminated countless curses, unleashing his fury upon anything that dared exist in his path—until the voices of four men broke through his wrath.

“Damn it, where did she go?” one of the men exclaimed, panic evident in his voice.

“I knew something was off,” another replied with a sigh.

Sukuna immediately pinpointed the source of the voices; he recognized them as the same men who had come to collect you in that carriage. What happened? Why were they searching for you? Were you in danger? He continued to stalk the four men unnoticed, gathering information in silence. But he also knew the forest was immensely dangerous—he needed to find you before something else did.

“Lord Yamamoto would be furious to know that Lady Y/N has run away; he will have our heads!” one of the men said, his anxiety palpable.

“Keep looking,” a third man urged. “She couldn't have gone far. A girl won’t survive alone in the forest.”

A few moments into their frantic search, one man spoke up, his voice low but anxious. “Do you think those rumors about Lady Y/N are true?”

“Not this again,” another groaned, shaking his head. “I’d rather not think about it.”

"But Lord Yamamoto seems to believe them,” the first man insisted.

“That’s not our concern,” the fourth man interjected dismissively. “If Lord Yamamoto is gracious enough to accept her despite the rumors, then who are we to question it?”

“But what if she curses the Yamamoto household as well? Our lord could have chosen another young woman—why her?” the third man pressed.

“It’s not that simple,” the second man said, his voice rising in frustration. “Our lord has a reputation. Not to mention, he’s getting old with no male heir to inherit his name—he's desperate.”

"I heard Lady Y/N has no family; after Lord Yamamoto gets what he wants out of it, he could easily dispose of her. Nobody will come looking for her or mourn for her."

“Still, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t have chosen a woman who was impure. I heard it wasn't just any man she bedded, it was a demon: the King of Curses,” the first man's voice dripped with disdain.

Sukuna stopped in his tracks, his blood running hot.

“Keep your mouth shut!” one of the men warned sharply. “Do you not realize that we are in his territory right now?”

“Is that why you were so on edge since we entered the forest?” another scoffed. “Do you truly believe such a beast exists?”

“Why don’t the two of you stop talking and just look for her?” the fourth man urged, frustration lining his voice. “It won’t be her who perishes if we return to Lord Yamamoto without his bride.”

A torrent of emotions swirled inside Sukuna; the thought of you being treated like livestock to produce an heir for an aging lord disgusted him. And then there were the rumors about you sleeping with the King of Curses—how had that even come about? Sukuna's chest tightened as he surmised that you had probably run away from it all. This was all he needed to know. Without hesitation, Sukuna appeared before the four men.

"Good day, sir!" one of the men called out as he spotted Sukuna. "We are looking for a young woman. Have you seen her by any chance?"

Sukuna remained silent, his gaze fixed as he continued to walk towards them, an unsettling calm surrounding him.

"Tch, where are his manners?" one of them muttered under his breath.

“Wait, he looks a bit strange…” a third man whispered, unease settling into his voice.

"We're looking for a woman—” another started, but he faltered.

“I heard you the first time,” Sukuna snarled, his voice low and menacing.

The four men stood wide-eyed and frozen in fear, realizing that the King of Curses was indeed a real man—not a mere myth. Suddenly, an inexplicable force of impending doom engulfed them.

“You will do well to remember that you are in my domain,” Sukuna warned, his tone chilling.

“T-the King of Curses! It’s true!” one of the men stammered, panic rising in his voice.

“Hm, I suppose it is,” Sukuna replied, a taunting smile spreading across his face, akin to a cat toying with its prey.

“Forget Lady Y/N! W-we must inform Lord Yamamoto!” another man exclaimed, desperation lacing his words.

“How presumptuous of you, to think I would allow you to make it back to him," Sukuna’s smile turned sinister, his eyes glinting with anticipation of the chaos to come, "you could try to run, but it will be futile."

The four men began to sprint away, desperately trying to escape the King of Curses.

"Do your best. Run as fast as you can; I will give you ten seconds," Sukuna called out and began to count down.

"Time's up." Sukuna licked his lips and began to charge in their direction. Before the men could react, Sukuna struck, ripping them to shreds in an instant. Blood and gore splattered across the ground, painting the forest floor in a grotesque display of violence. A rush of exhilaration coursed through him as he reveled in the symphony of carnage before him. Every kill was an intense high for Sukuna; he was no different than an untamed beast. But he quickly pulled himself back to focus; after all, you were still missing, and he needed to find you before the sun set.

It was dark, and still, there were no signs of you. Sukuna knew this forest and mountain like the back of his hand, and he was in genuine disbelief that you had ventured so deeply into it. There was no way you would continue to wander blindly in the woods at this hour; you were probably tired and cold. He reasoned that the next logical step would be for you to set up camp somewhere, but he could feel the cursed energies of the forest becoming more potent by the minute. Of all the places you could have gotten lost, it just had to be here.

Sukuna gritted his teeth, his heart pounding frantically—a sensation that didn't come often for him. As he continued to navigate through the forest, he was suddenly hit with an intense surge of energy. This was no mere curse, and he couldn't risk you encountering it. Without hesitation, he made his way toward the source of the energy. He would extinguish it before resuming his search for you. But what he didn’t anticipate was that the curse would ultimately lead him to you.

Sukuna effortlessly slayed the curse, tearing it to shreds, when a vibrant piece of fabric caught his keen eye. Moving toward it, he suddenly heard a rustle as if someone was trying to make a run for it. It was you—he was sure of it. He quickly closed the distance, grabbing you by the arm. Before he could fully process the moment, his body instinctively pulled you into a fierce embrace.

“Little flower,” was all he could manage to say.

He knew it would be difficult to let you go again.

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[xechu]

Happy New Year! Wishing you all good health, much happiness, and I hope you can achieve all the goals you have planned out for yourself in 2025.

I know I didn't start this blog too long ago, but the fact that I already have people reading and interacting with my work, leaving positive comments, and expressing interest in my future works really touches me, and always manages to surprise me (in a good way). I'd like to say thank you to everyone who had come across my work and gave it a chance.

I have been writing for a while, but I was always too shy to post my work. I generally have a strong aversion to posting things publicly, even in my own personal life. I had to give myself a lot of pep talk to give this a shot. I'm not regretting it so far, all my interactions have been tremendously kind and respectful.

Cheers to 2025 - take care, stay safe, and I hope to see you all around! x

[xechu]

[Devour] Prologue: Innocence

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, angst, eventual smut, hurt/no comfort, explicit sexual content, undertones of misogyny (because the 'olden days'), mature themes, depiction of gore and violence, mentions of pregnancy and abortion. Please note that these warnings are applicable to the whole series and not limited to this specific chapter.

Tags: mini series, angst, smut, Heian Era, true form Sukuna

Summary: the two of you had met when you were children. It was a fateful encounter that neither of you would be able to forget.

A/N: My first mini series. Originally, I wanted to release this after the new year, but since I have it ready, I figured releasing it a few days in advance won’t hurt. Chapter 1 will be coming out on the first week of January. Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned. x

Masterlist: Chapter 1 (coming soon) >

For as long as Sukuna could remember, his life had always been turbulent and chaotic—a brutal survival of the fittest.

His father was an unknown figure, and his mother was branded as the village witch-whore for birthing an abomination out of wedlock—a boy with four eyes and four arms. This deformity was said to be an omen, a sign of something dark. It was believed that his very existence was due to a twin he had devoured in his mother’s womb, marking him as the devil incarnate, a child born innately evil—or so everyone proclaimed. Thus, the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, came to be.

Sukuna couldn't recall exactly how old he was when he discovered his mother had perished. He had waited silently for her return, as he always did, eager for the food scraps she would gather for him throughout the day. Their shack was situated at the furthest end of the village, isolated from everyone else. But as he continued to wait, there was no sign of his mother. Not long after whispers among the villagers filled the air, saying that the "witch-whore had finally died." At first, Sukuna couldn’t believe it; it seemed more likely that his mother had chosen to abandon him.

When the sun had long set, he decided he must see for himself, hiding in the shadows of the night. As he slipped into the village square undetected, it became clear that his mother had indeed died. Her body lay exposed, treated with a heinous indignity, left as a harsh reminder for the daughters of the village that purity was their greatest virtue. Yet, as Sukuna stared at her lifeless form, he found he could not bring himself to feel anything at all. So, with just the clothes on his back, he turned away and left the village, abandoning his mother's corpse to rot.

The first summer after leaving the village proved to be a harsh one. The scorching heat was relentless, and rationing his resources became a struggle under the unforgiving sun. He went three days without food, growing weaker and more desperate until he stumbled across a quiet village. He observed the settlement from the tree line, feeling a spark of hope rise within him. This might be his only saving grace. He planned to steal from the village, taking just enough to fill his belly for the next few days before the food inevitably goes bad, forcing him to seek out his next meal elsewhere. When suddenly—

“Are you lost?” a soft voice called out to Sukuna, catching him off guard. He jumped slightly and turned to find you standing behind him, your bright eyes filled with curiosity. Panic coursed through him—he had been careless. He braced himself for the worst: screams, tears, perhaps even insults. But to his surprise, you simply stood there, eyes wide with interest. There was no fear in them, only a pure, untainted curiosity he hadn’t encountered before.

An unfamiliar hesitation washed over Sukuna in the face of your innocence. He subconsciously began to shuffle, unsure of how to respond.

“No,” he replied curtly, the word falling harshly from his lips. It had been so long since he’d spoken to anyone that he almost forgot how to engage in conversation.

“Then what are you doing here?” you asked, tilting your head in curiosity. “I’ve never seen you around our village before.”

Despite your youth, you were remarkably perceptive—almost too bright for your own good, as your grandmother might say.

Sukuna opened his mouth to respond, but the words seemed caught in his throat. Frustration built as he struggled to articulate his feelings. He looked down at his tattered shoes, searching for the right words, but the more desperately he searched, the more they eluded him. Then, his stomach growled—a deep, painful reminder of his hunger, and familiar feeling soon followed—shame. He hated that feeling the most, yet it clung to him like a shadow. It was your fault for holding him captive with all your questions.

“Are you hungry? Here, my grandma made these!” Your voice was bright as you offered him a steamed bun.

Heat crept to his ears, followed by a flash of anger and embarrassment. How dare you challenge his pride? You were oblivious to the reality of his situation, yet here you were, offering him food as if it were a game—as if it were a taunt, reminding him of what you had that he didn’t.

“I’m not hungry,” he grunted, swatting the bun from your hand. It tumbled into a nearby bush, rolling away as he turned to walk off, desperate to escape the moment.

“Oh—no, the bun!” you frowned, disappointment lacing your voice.

Sukuna heard your hurried footsteps as you rushed to retrieve it from the bush. Instinct kicked in, and he spun around, swatting your hand away just as you reached in.

“Don’t touch it,” he warned, his tone sharp.

You quickly pulled back your hand, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. Sukuna groaned and rolled his eyes, feeling a flicker of annoyance mixed with…guilt?

“Don’t you see the poison ivy over there?” He gestured toward the patch of dangerous leaves nearby.

“Poison ivy?” You repeated, confusion etching your features.

“If you touch it, you can get a bad rash,” Sukuna sighed, exasperated.

“Oh,” you gasped, realization dawning on your face. “You saved me.”

“Idiot,” he mumbled, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

It was a waste of food, Sukuna thought, and if he were honest, it smelled divine. With a reluctant sigh, he reached back into the bush, careful to avoid the poison ivy as he salvaged the bun. You watched intently, your expression a mix of curiosity and admiration, as he successfully retrieved it.

“How did you know that was poison ivy?” you asked, enthusiasm lighting up your voice.

“You learn… after getting hurt by it,” he replied, his words laced with a hint of bitterness.

“You got hurt—what are you doing?” Your eyes widened as you noticed him peeling off the surface of the bun.

“What do you think? I’m going to eat this,” he said nonchalantly.

“No! Don’t do that. I have more—we can share.” You grinned while untying the wrapped piece of cloth to show him the three additional buns inside.

Sukuna’s eyes widened at the sight, his mouth watering involuntarily at the thought of food.

You kicked some twigs out of the way, creating a more comfortable spot on the ground. “Come sit with me,” you patted the space beside you and smiled at Sukuna. He hesitated for a moment but eventually gave in. After all, this was how he had to survive. It felt less risky than stealing from the village.

“Here.” You flashed him a bright smile, handing him another bun as he settled down beside you. Sukuna took the bun, and as he bit into it, he realized just how hungry he truly was; he devoured it in large, eager bites.

“Slow down, you’re going to choke. I don’t have any water,” you said, concern lacing your voice. Your words reminded him of how other parents gently chided their children for eating too quickly.

Sukuna swallowed the last bite and looked at you, puzzled. “Are you not scared of me?”

“No, why should I be scared of you?” you replied with naive innocence.

“It’s quite obvious,” he murmured, casting a glance toward his disfigurement.

You shook your head, unfazed. “But you’re so kind. You saved me from poison ivy and now you're talking to me.”

He fell silent, unsure how to respond. The uncomfortable feeling in his chest bubbled up again. As he continued munching on the buns you had graciously shared, he watched you with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. Your skin reminded him of the mochi sold at the market. On a whim, he reached out and pinched your cheek, causing you to flinch.

“Ah—” you gasped, caught off guard by the unexpected touch.

“I was curious,” Sukuna confessed. “You remind me of a flower.” An unexplained tightening in his chest accompanied the words.

A faint pink dusted your cheeks as you giggled. “Flowers are pretty. Are you saying I’m pretty?” you asked, smiling with delight.

“No.” Sukuna scoffed, though a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

“Well, you, hmm…” You pondered for a moment before adding, “You remind me of the sun. You’re so warm.”

For a moment, Sukuna was at a loss for words. Kindness was a foreign concept to him; his own mother had never looked at him that way.

"Don't be so nice to me; nothing good will come of it." Sukuna quickly turned his head away, attempting to conceal the flush creeping across his face.

"But I want to be," you replied with a warm smile, placing a hand gently on his shoulder to meet his gaze. He stiffened at your touch.

"Let’s be friends!" you exclaimed.

"We can't," Sukuna said sternly, the quick rejection hitting you like a blow.

You let out a disappointed hum. Silence settled between you as you both sat there, continuing to nibble on the buns.

“Well, I have to go,” you said shortly after, brushing off your clothes as you stood up. “My grandma will worry if I’m late.”

Sukuna remained seated, looking up at you as you prepared to leave.

“Will I see you again tomorrow?” you asked, hope shining in your eyes.

Sukuna shook his head. “No, you won’t.”

“Oh, I see… are you going somewhere far?” Sadness crept into your features as you watched him.

Sukuna nodded.

“May I know your name?”

“It’s Ryo…” he said quietly, wanting to ask for yours but deciding to keep his mouth shut.

“Goodbye for now, Ryo. I hope we’ll see each other again someday.” You smiled.

Goodbye, little flower, he whispered in his heart as he watched your silhouette fade away, clutching the bun with the surface peeled away. He looked beside him; it seemed you had forgotten the last bun and the cloth that wrapped it.

Writing © xechu - please do not redistribute or repost.

[xechu]

[Devour] Prologue: Innocence

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, angst, eventual smut, hurt/no comfort, explicit sexual content, undertones of misogyny (because the 'olden days'), mature themes, depiction of gore and violence, mentions of pregnancy and abortion. Please note that these warnings are applicable to the whole series and not limited to this specific chapter.

Tags: mini series, angst, smut, Heian Era, true form Sukuna

Summary: the two of you had met when you were children. It was a fateful encounter that neither of you would be able to forget.

A/N: My first mini series. Originally, I wanted to release this after the new year, but since I have it ready, I figured releasing it a few days in advance won’t hurt. Chapter 1 will be coming out on the first week of January. Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned. x

Masterlist: Chapter 1 >

For as long as Sukuna could remember, his life had always been turbulent and chaotic—a brutal survival of the fittest.

His father was an unknown figure, and his mother was branded as the village witch-whore for birthing an abomination out of wedlock—a boy with four eyes and four arms. This deformity was said to be an omen, a sign of something dark. It was believed that his very existence was due to a twin he had devoured in his mother’s womb, marking him as the devil incarnate, a child born innately evil—or so everyone proclaimed. Thus, the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, came to be.

Sukuna couldn't recall exactly how old he was when he discovered his mother had perished. He had waited silently for her return, as he always did, eager for the food scraps she would gather for him throughout the day. Their shack was situated at the furthest end of the village, isolated from everyone else. But as he continued to wait, there was no sign of his mother. Not long after whispers among the villagers filled the air, saying that the "witch-whore had finally died." At first, Sukuna couldn’t believe it; it seemed more likely that his mother had chosen to abandon him.

When the sun had long set, he decided he must see for himself, hiding in the shadows of the night. As he slipped into the village square undetected, it became clear that his mother had indeed died. Her body lay exposed, treated with a heinous indignity, left as a harsh reminder for the daughters of the village that purity was their greatest virtue. Yet, as Sukuna stared at her lifeless form, he found he could not bring himself to feel anything at all. So, with just the clothes on his back, he turned away and left the village, abandoning his mother's corpse to rot.

The first summer after leaving the village proved to be a harsh one. The scorching heat was relentless, and rationing his resources became a struggle under the unforgiving sun. He went three days without food, growing weaker and more desperate until he stumbled across a quiet village. He observed the settlement from the tree line, feeling a spark of hope rise within him. This might be his only saving grace. He planned to steal from the village, taking just enough to fill his belly for the next few days before the food inevitably goes bad, forcing him to seek out his next meal elsewhere. When suddenly—

“Are you lost?” a soft voice called out to Sukuna, catching him off guard. He jumped slightly and turned to find you standing behind him, your bright eyes filled with curiosity. Panic coursed through him—he had been careless. He braced himself for the worst: screams, tears, perhaps even insults. But to his surprise, you simply stood there, eyes wide with interest. There was no fear in them, only a pure, untainted curiosity he hadn’t encountered before.

An unfamiliar hesitation washed over Sukuna in the face of your innocence. He subconsciously began to shuffle, unsure of how to respond.

“No,” he replied curtly, the word falling harshly from his lips. It had been so long since he’d spoken to anyone that he almost forgot how to engage in conversation.

“Then what are you doing here?” you asked, tilting your head in curiosity. “I’ve never seen you around our village before.”

Despite your youth, you were remarkably perceptive—almost too bright for your own good, as your grandmother might say.

Sukuna opened his mouth to respond, but the words seemed caught in his throat. Frustration built as he struggled to articulate his feelings. He looked down at his tattered shoes, searching for the right words, but the more desperately he searched, the more they eluded him. Then, his stomach growled—a deep, painful reminder of his hunger, and familiar feeling soon followed—shame. He hated that feeling the most, yet it clung to him like a shadow. It was your fault for holding him captive with all your questions.

“Are you hungry? Here, my grandma made these!” Your voice was bright as you offered him a steamed bun.

Heat crept to his ears, followed by a flash of anger and embarrassment. How dare you challenge his pride? You were oblivious to the reality of his situation, yet here you were, offering him food as if it were a game—as if it were a taunt, reminding him of what you had that he didn’t.

“I’m not hungry,” he grunted, swatting the bun from your hand. It tumbled into a nearby bush, rolling away as he turned to walk off, desperate to escape the moment.

“Oh—no, the bun!” you frowned, disappointment lacing your voice.

Sukuna heard your hurried footsteps as you rushed to retrieve it from the bush. Instinct kicked in, and he spun around, swatting your hand away just as you reached in.

“Don’t touch it,” he warned, his tone sharp.

You quickly pulled back your hand, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. Sukuna groaned and rolled his eyes, feeling a flicker of annoyance mixed with…guilt?

“Don’t you see the poison ivy over there?” He gestured toward the patch of dangerous leaves nearby.

“Poison ivy?” You repeated, confusion etching your features.

“If you touch it, you can get a bad rash,” Sukuna sighed, exasperated.

“Oh,” you gasped, realization dawning on your face. “You saved me.”

“Idiot,” he mumbled, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

It was a waste of food, Sukuna thought, and if he were honest, it smelled divine. With a reluctant sigh, he reached back into the bush, careful to avoid the poison ivy as he salvaged the bun. You watched intently, your expression a mix of curiosity and admiration, as he successfully retrieved it.

“How did you know that was poison ivy?” you asked, enthusiasm lighting up your voice.

“You learn… after getting hurt by it,” he replied, his words laced with a hint of bitterness.

“You got hurt—what are you doing?” Your eyes widened as you noticed him peeling off the surface of the bun.

“What do you think? I’m going to eat this,” he said nonchalantly.

“No! Don’t do that. I have more—we can share.” You grinned while untying the wrapped piece of cloth to show him the three additional buns inside.

Sukuna’s eyes widened at the sight, his mouth watering involuntarily at the thought of food.

You kicked some twigs out of the way, creating a more comfortable spot on the ground. “Come sit with me,” you patted the space beside you and smiled at Sukuna. He hesitated for a moment but eventually gave in. After all, this was how he had to survive. It felt less risky than stealing from the village.

“Here.” You flashed him a bright smile, handing him another bun as he settled down beside you. Sukuna took the bun, and as he bit into it, he realized just how hungry he truly was; he devoured it in large, eager bites.

“Slow down, you’re going to choke. I don’t have any water,” you said, concern lacing your voice. Your words reminded him of how other parents gently chided their children for eating too quickly.

Sukuna swallowed the last bite and looked at you, puzzled. “Are you not scared of me?”

“No, why should I be scared of you?” you replied with naive innocence.

“It’s quite obvious,” he murmured, casting a glance toward his disfigurement.

You shook your head, unfazed. “But you’re so kind. You saved me from poison ivy and now you're talking to me.”

He fell silent, unsure how to respond. The uncomfortable feeling in his chest bubbled up again. As he continued munching on the buns you had graciously shared, he watched you with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. Your skin reminded him of the mochi sold at the market. On a whim, he reached out and pinched your cheek, causing you to flinch.

“Ah—” you gasped, caught off guard by the unexpected touch.

“I was curious,” Sukuna confessed. “You remind me of a flower.” An unexplained tightening in his chest accompanied the words.

A faint pink dusted your cheeks as you giggled. “Flowers are pretty. Are you saying I’m pretty?” you asked, smiling with delight.

“No.” Sukuna scoffed, though a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

“Well, you, hmm…” You pondered for a moment before adding, “You remind me of the sun. You’re so warm.”

For a moment, Sukuna was at a loss for words. Kindness was a foreign concept to him; his own mother had never looked at him that way.

"Don't be so nice to me; nothing good will come of it." Sukuna quickly turned his head away, attempting to conceal the flush creeping across his face.

"But I want to be," you replied with a warm smile, placing a hand gently on his shoulder to meet his gaze. He stiffened at your touch.

"Let’s be friends!" you exclaimed.

"We can't," Sukuna said sternly, the quick rejection hitting you like a blow.

You let out a disappointed hum. Silence settled between you as you both sat there, continuing to nibble on the buns.

“Well, I have to go,” you said shortly after, brushing off your clothes as you stood up. “My grandma will worry if I’m late.”

Sukuna remained seated, looking up at you as you prepared to leave.

“Will I see you again tomorrow?” you asked, hope shining in your eyes.

Sukuna shook his head. “No, you won’t.”

“Oh, I see… are you going somewhere far?” Sadness crept into your features as you watched him.

Sukuna nodded.

“May I know your name?”

“It’s Ryo…” he said quietly, wanting to ask for yours but deciding to keep his mouth shut.

“Goodbye for now, Ryo. I hope we’ll see each other again someday.” You smiled.

Goodbye, little flower, he whispered in his heart as he watched your silhouette fade away, clutching the bun with the surface peeled away. He looked beside him; it seemed you had forgotten the last bun and the cloth that wrapped it.

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[xechu]

Warm on a Cold Night

♡︎ Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 4.5K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, oral (giving and receiving), swearing, nsfw, angst-ish, hurt/comfort, ex back to lovers

♡︎ Tags: one shot, smut, ex to lover, hurt/comfort, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your ex appears at your front door on the night of Christmas Eve.

A/N: Hope you're all keeping warm on a cold night. (Or cool on warm night) ;) This will be my last entry until the new year. I wish you all a happy holiday and wonderful new year. Thank you so much for reading. x

Song inspirations for this: Baby Come Back - Player, Warm on a Cold Night - HONNE, Kiss It Better - Rihanna

You scoffed in utter disbelief, shaking your head slightly. You couldn't believe the audacity of this man—your former lover—who was now standing at your door on Christmas Eve: Ryomen Sukuna. Just as you prepared to slam the door shut, his large hand caught it, stopping you with unexpected force.

"What the hell do you want, Ryo?" you hissed, trying to keep your composure.

"I want to see you," he replied earnestly, his voice softening as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Well, I don't want to see you," you retorted, clenching your jaw.

"Don't be so stubborn; let me in," he scoffed, frustration creeping into his tone.

"In case you didn't realize, this is my home," you shot back defensively.

"Look, I just want to talk you," he insisted, his gaze steady.

"Talk about what? We don't ever talk." You couldn't hide the bitterness in your voice.

It was true. Communication had always been a struggle in your relationship, which was why the two of you had broken up six times. The last breakup had been particularly brutal, leaving you devastated with a mountain of trauma to unpack. A year had passed since then, and you thought it was over for good. You tried your hardest to move on, but it felt like this bastard had some sort of radar, showing up just when you were beginning to find your footing and utterly ruining everything all over again.

"You're right; we don't. We just end up fucking each other." He smirked, that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Oh my god, you're insufferable. Leave me alone!" you huffed, ignoring the stirrings of nostalgia as you attempted to close the door. It was futile; your ex-lover stood at 6'5", a mountain of muscle that made your efforts seem pathetic.

"Jesus Christ, just let me in, Y/N. I swear, I just want to talk to you!" He sighed, the exasperation in his voice cutting deeper than you expected.

Sukuna hardly ever used your name, a rarity that caught you off guard. You sensed he was serious this time. Reluctantly, with a heavy sigh, you opened the door.

"Thank you," he murmured, stepping over the threshold and into your home, the warmth of the room contrasting sharply with the chill of the night outside.

He glanced around, taking in the rather empty apartment, especially on a night like Christmas Eve. "Not with anyone?" he mused, his eyes lingering on the untouched decorations.

"Why? If I were with someone, would you have left me alone?" you snapped, irritation flaring.

"Probably." His answer was nonchalant, but the flicker in his eyes suggested he meant the opposite.

"Well, shit," you shook your head, actively resisting the memories flooding back.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow as he watched you retreat into the kitchen. The fridge magnets, still the same, caught his eye. The souvenirs from your travels together—remnants of memories and laughter—a reminder of your shared history.

"What do you want?" you asked, opening the fridge and pretending to rummage through it, your heart pounding.

"I'll take a beer," he replied, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"I only have Kronenbourg."

"That's fine," he said, and you heard the hint of relief in his voice.

You cracked open a bottle and handed it to him. Sukuna accepted it, settling himself onto your couch with an ease that made it feel like he had never left. He stretched out his long limbs, while his eyes flickered towards the true crime documentary playing on your Netflix. He took a long swig from the cold bottle, chugging half of it with ease and letting out a satisfied sigh.

"So, what do you need to talk about?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you sat at the opposite end of the couch, intentionally placing distance between you.

"C'mon, don’t be like this," Sukuna groaned. He reached out, his hand wrapping around your thigh as he pulled you closer. Your skin tingled at his touch, and a flood of conflicting emotions surged within you.

"D-don't touch me!" you stammered, swatting his hand away and awkwardly scooting back to your original spot.

Silence enveloped the room, the tension thick enough to slice through. Sukuna cleared his throat, attempting to bridge the gap.

"Still a true crime fanatic," he mused, trying to make conversation while taking another sip of his beer. The small talk only heightened your frustrations.

"I'm sure you didn't come here to chat about my show preferences," you rolled your eyes, keeping your tone sharp.

"Just trying to ease the tension here," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck—he always did that when he was nervous.

I wouldn't be so tense if it weren't for you showing up unannounced, you thought, tsking softly.

"Well? Out with it," you said impatiently, your fingers tapping against your crossed arm.

Sukuna put his beer down. His leg subconsciously bounced up and down. He rubbed his hands together, contemplating on what to say. Words were not his forte, he was more of an actions over words type.

"Let’s get back together," he declared, his voice steady as he looked you straight in the eyes, searching for any sign of hope.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, the audacious request sending a ripple of conflicting emotions. You could only laugh bitterly, your disbelief evident.

"Get back together? You're out of your mind," you said, the dismissal escaping your lips before you could stop it.

"I'm not," he insisted, a slight frown marking his brow.

"What makes you think I’d ever consider it?" Your tone was incredulous, disbelief turning to anger.

"Because I love you, Y/N," Sukuna clenched his jaw, his vulnerability piercing through, "And I'm hoping you still love me."

"Hah, you're delusional! I loved you. But I don't love you anymore." you spat, the hurt surfacing like fresh wounds. "And you love me? As if you ever loved me to begin with!"

Sukuna remained silent, his expression shifting as he searched for the right words.

"Is this what you came here to talk about?" Your tone was laced with frustration, the emotional weight heavy in the air. "We're done here." You shook your head, standing up and making your way to the door, hands clenched into tight fists.

"Wait—no," Sukuna groaned, frustration spilling over into desperation as he closed the distance between you in a few strides. He slammed his hand against the door—hard—keeping it there. You jolted back in surprise, your breath hitching.

"Stop this, Y/N," he hissed, eyes intense, "please. There's no one else. I can't be without you. I haven't been with anyone else since we last broke up."

"No one else? That's why you fucked that bitch, right?" you spat, anger flaring again. You still recalled one of the break-ups you had in between; he had slept with another woman.

"Y/N, don't be ridiculous. We were broken up. I wasn't sleeping with anyone behind your back!" His voice rose, matching your defensiveness.

“Ryo, we literally broke up for three weeks, and that was enough for you to fall into someone else’s arms? And in Yorozu's, above all? You knew she had a thing for you, and you still kept her around when you were seeing me! Do you ever think?" you said, raising a hand, "Wait, don't answer that, you just think with your dick. And that’s probably what’s happening right now."

"You know you're being a real pain in the ass, right?" he seethed, frustration painting his features.

"Right, good talk, Ryo. Everything is always somehow my fault. Now get out." You tried to pull the door open, knowing deep down it was utterly useless. "Let go of the door—!"

"I know I hurt you, okay?!" he snapped, voice filled with emotion. "Believe me when I say I’m going to make up for it."

"Believe you?" You turned around so fast, shock coursing through you as your eyes met his. "You have some nerve demanding trust from me after all you've put me through."

Those were the words you wanted to hear long ago, but now they felt too little, too late. You just wanted him to acknowledge the pain he had caused, hoping for a glimmer of understanding. Why now? Why couldn't he do it back then? Your chest ached at the thought.

"It's too late now," you said, your voice trembling, betraying your anger with wavering sadness. God, you hated how you could never seem to hide your emotions.

"Is it really?" he asked, his voice softening, "Is that why you're alone tonight?"

Something snapped within you, all the frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Get over yourself! I'm alone because I want to be alone."

"Are you sure? Uraume told me they saw you with someone last week." He watched you closely, trying to gauge your reaction.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, rage flooding your veins.

"Is that what this is all about? Trying to keep tabs on me now? So what if I was seeing somebody? What's it to you?" You jabbed your finger into his chest, aggression spilling forth. "You're trying to get back with me just to screw me over again?"

Sukuna grabbed your hand forcefully, his frustration boiling over. "If you were actually seeing someone, I would have left you alone, Y/N. But clearly, you're not, so I'm taking this opportunity to make things right with you."

The intensity of his stare made your heart race, an instinctive response that stirred old sensations you thought long buried. You hated it.

"I don't want to make amends with you, Ryo. Have you ever considered that?" your voice shook, tears pricking at your eyes. "I don’t want to go back into that cycle of loving you and then being completely broken by you."

Sukuna's eyes widened, and he loosened his grip, noticing how your small wrist was red from his hold. It hit him then—how he'd backed you into a corner, just like always.

"It's because of you," you said, voice breaking. "You think I want to be like this? You think I wish to be alone? I don’t trust anymore, I don’t feel anymore, and I don’t let anyone in anymore—because of you!"

"I'm trying to fix things, Y/N. Can't you see? I regret it; I was a damn fool. But I swear to God, I've been trying so hard to work on it—work on myself." He stepped closer, sincerity in his voice. "I knew I couldn't just waltz back into your life until I was somewhat steady. That’s why I took a chance and gave everything some time. I swear I haven't seen or touched anyone since we broke up last year. I cut my ties with Yorozu—"

"You're always like this, Ryo! You always do things on your own accord." You shook your head, feeling the tears spill over. "I don't think you realize how much you've hurt me, and how you've damaged me in ways I can't even begin to describe."

"You come in and out of my life whenever you feel like it—like it's some sort of game. One day you love me, the next day I'm a nuisance! And then you think you can just solve everything with your dick."

"Stop torturing me… I'm begging you. I haven’t been the same since you." You dropped your face into your hands, the sobs breaking free as the walls you had built began to crumble.

Sukuna softened as he saw your vulnerability. You could feel the weight of unspoken words hovering between you. It was like the air had grown thick with all the hurt and confusion, all the moments that had led to this point.

"You mean everything to me, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with sincerity. "I’ve realized what I lost, and I’ve regretted it every second."

His words washed over you, stirring old feelings you had long buried. But there was a part of you that still held onto the resentment and anger. How could he think that words alone could fix everything?

"But you were the one who chose to walk away when it got hard!" you shot back. "You don’t get to come back and just expect me to fall back into your arms after what you did!”

“I know—” he interjected, stepping closer, his voice rising slightly now, “and I can’t change the past, but I can promise you that I’m not that person anymore. I swear, I’ve changed; I want to prove it to you.”

You shook your head, battling the conflict within you. "You think I can just forget everything? The pain? The sleepless nights I spent waiting for you to understand what you had?"

“No, I don’t expect you to forget!” He tightened his jaw, trying his best to not raise his voice, but the urgency and desperation was hard to keep at bay. He stepped closer, brows furrowing as if searching for the right words. “I’m here now. I want to work on us. Just give me this chance to show you I’m serious.”

His plea hung in the air, and you felt conflicted. You wanted to push him away, to sever the connection, yet your underlying feelings toward him was hard to ignore.

"What if you hurt me again?" The question slipped out, trembling, as vulnerability washed over you. “I can’t go through that again, Ryo. I don’t think I could survive it.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted to something more genuine, a hint of anguish behind his eyes. "We'll take it slow. One step at a time. I just need a chance to show you I can be better—to show you that I want this. Want you."

His sincerity tugged at the corners of your heart, making it harder to breathe. Could you really trust him again? Your heart raced as he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, sending a familiar jolt through you.

"I swear it, Y/N, I haven't been the same since you either. Please, just give me one last chance. That's all I need." Sukuna cupped your face in his large hands, wiping your tears with tender care. "Unless you don't love me anymore. Just say it, and I'll leave you alone."

In that moment, with everything laid bare, the heartache and confusion began to blur. A part of you still yearned for him, despite everything that had happened.

"Kiss me, Ryo," you whispered, feeling the weight of your own surrender, breath hitching with anticipation. Without hesitation, his lips crashed into yours.

-

As the intense kiss continued, you found yourself being swept off your feet and carried toward the bedroom. Sukuna's touches became more demanding, his hands sliding down your body with intent. He kicked the door shut behind him, his eyes never leaving yours as he backed you against the closed door.

The passion between you was palpable, a mix of desire and the lingering hurt that had festered during your time apart. Sukuna's hands roamed your body, igniting a trail of fire along your skin. He pulled back slightly, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in your flushed appearance. "God, you have no idea how much I've missed you," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

"I missed you too," you breathed. You watched as Sukuna strips off his black t-shirt. His body was still a work of art, just how you always remembered it to be. You placed a soft kiss on his bare chest and slowly made your descent, tasting the salt of his skin. Your hands explored his muscular planes, trying to refamiliarize the feel of him, the solid reality of his body offering a stark contrast to the uncertainty of your emotions. Sukuna hissed at the sensation, his hands tightening in your hair, encouraging you to continue your exploration.

Guided by your touch, he stepped back, his body brushing against yours as he reached for the button of his jeans. With deliberate slowness, he unfastened them, his eyes never leaving yours. "I want to feel your mouth on me," he said, his voice rough with need.

Your breath hitched as you went down on your knees in front of him. Slowly, you drew his zipper down, your eyes glued to his, you could see his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. With a swift motion, you tugged his jeans and boxers down, freeing his hard length.

Taking him in your hand, you admired the heft of him, the veins throbbing beneath your touch. A surge of possessiveness washed over you, and you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. Sukuna hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he threaded his fingers through your hair.

You swirled your tongue around the head, tasting the first beads of moisture, then took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you applied just the right amount of suction. Sukuna groaned, his head falling back as he pulled on your hair, gently guiding your movements. "That's it, kitten. Nobody does it better than you."

You moaned softly around him, the vibration eliciting a tortured groan from his lips. With slow, languid strokes, you took him deeper, your tongue flat against the underside, twirling and flicking as you moved. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard as you pulled back, teasing the sensitive tip with the tip of your tongue.

"Fuck," he cursed, his breath coming in short gasps. His hips began to move, a subtle thrusting motion that you eagerly accepted, taking him deeper with each forward movement.

His breath quickened, his body tensing as he struggled to hold back. "I'm close," he warned, "Swallow it like a—hah—good girl, yeah?" his voice strained. You hummed in response, the vibrations sending him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he released, his body convulsing as you swallowed around him, milking his every last drop.

Sukuna pulled you up, crushing your mouth to his in a searing kiss. "That was fucking incredible," he panted, his eyes searching yours. "But now, I need to feel you."

Carrying you to the bed, he laid you down gently, with tender touches, he explored your body, reacquainting himself with every inch of your skin. You moaned softly, arching into his touch.

Sukuna hovered above you, his eyes searching yours as he sought silent consent. You nodded, granting him permission. Sukuna's hands traced feather-light touches along your arms, sending shivers down your spine. He captured your lips in a gentle kiss, his mouth soft and tender.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck, his hands roaming your body with reverent devotion. He paused at the hollow of your throat, his lips brushing against your pulse point before continuing downwards. You leaned into his touch, your body responding instinctively, a surrender that felt both familiar and newfound.

Sukuna's kisses ventured lower, his hands gliding over your curves. He teased your navel with the tip of his tongue, dipping and swirling before kissing and nipping his way down to your core. Your breath quickened, your body burning with anticipation.

His breath ghosted over your most sensitive core, and you felt your desire pooling between your legs. "Please, Ryo—I need you," you whispered, your voice thick with wanting. A plea for release.

Sukuna obliged, his tongue circled and flicked, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your hands grasping at the bedsheets, your hips bucking involuntarily as he drove you closer to the edge. With each stroke of his tongue, he pushed you further, drawing out your pleasure.

As you edged closer to climax, Sukuna seemed to sense it, deliberately slowing his movements to draw out the anticipation. He knew your body intimately, every curve, every response, and the exact spots that drove you wild. "D-don't tease me," you pleaded, your body yearning for release. "We've got all the time in the world, kitten," he chuckled, his lips tracing a path down your neck to your breasts.

His mouth closed around one taut nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing, while his thumb rubbed circles around the other. "Hah—I need you inside me." you gasped, your body arching toward him, craving more. He pulled back, his eyes burning with desire as he took in your flushed appearance.

Sukuna's voice was low and gritty, sending a shiver down your spine. "Does your body remember me?" he asked, his eyes boring into yours. "Have you been with anyone else since we broke up?" There was a possessive edge to his tone.

You shook your head, your eyes unwavering. "No, Ryo, there was no one else after you." A wave of possessiveness washed over him, his gaze holding yours captive. "God, you're too good to be true." he muttered, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Sukuna rose, his eyes burning with desire as he positioned himself at your entrance. Slowly, he sunk into you, his thick length stretching you deliciously. You gasped at the sensation, it felt familiar but also a lifetime ago. "Ryo," you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders.

"Easy, love," he murmured, kissing your forehead gently. "Feel how perfectly we fit together." He began to move, his hips dipping forward. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure.

At first, you whimpered, your body tensing at the intrusion. "I-it's too much," you whispered, your fingers digging into his arms. "Just give me a moment." He leaned into you, his lips capturing yours in a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with yours.

"Focus on me," he whispered, his tongue slipping down your throat as he continued to sink into you, his kisses distracting you. You nodded, your body beginning to relax and succumb to the pleasure. "Ngh—" you moaned softly, your breath hitching.

"You're doing so well, kitten," he crooned, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "So fucking tight." He groaned as he broke through the first ring of resistance, his length now sheathed fully within you. "Just tell me when to move." He placed soft kisses along your body, his breath warming your skin.

You nodded again, your body adjusting to his size. After a few moments, you gave him the signal. Sukuna began to thrust in a deliberate and controlled pace, his eyes never leaving yours. "God, you're beautiful like this," he said, a hand tangling in your hair.

Your discomfort soon morphed into sweet pleasure, your body welcoming his. "Oh Ryo," you sighed, your fingers threading through his hair. "More." He quickened his pace, his breath coming in short gasps as he chased his own release. "Fuck, I've missed this," he growled.

As he thrust into you, his movements became relentless, his hips snapping forward with each stroke. "That's it, kitten," he purred, his mouth finding your neck as his hands found your hips. "Take all of me." Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the memory of his size within you sparking a fire in your core.

Your breath quickened, your head falling back as you arched into him. "More—hah—don't hold back." you begged, your nails digging into his shoulders. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, your pleasure building like a tidal wave. With one final, powerful thrust, he sent you spiraling over the edge again, his release surging into you.

Sukuna's hips stilled as he spilled himself into you, his breath hitching. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his hips making small, shallow thrusts as he rode out his release. "Take it all." He wanted to mark you, to leave no doubt that you were his, and his alone.

Your bodies convulsed together, leaving you both breathless and spent. Sukuna collapsed onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. You turned to face him, your fingers gently tracing the contours of his face, your eyes searching his.

"Please don't leave me again," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. The fear of losing him again was raw and tangible, a vulnerable plea for reassurance.

Sukuna pulls you into an embrace, and captures your hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "I swear, I'll never leave you again," he promised, his voice rough with sincerity. "I'm here to stay, no matter what."

-

The two of you lay entwined in the aftermath of your passionate make-up sex. Sukuna raised an eyebrow as he mindlessly traced circles on your bare arm, his gaze drifting to the lighter sitting on your desk. He had noticed it earlier when he entered the room.

"You still have that," he mused, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

"Yeah… I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out. I meant to give it back to you. I knew it meant a lot, but I was too angry to see you at the time."

"I was an asshole. You owe me nothing. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d tossed it."

"Do you want it back?" you asked, glancing at him with curiosity.

"No, I don’t have any use for it anymore."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Why not?"

Sukuna looked at you earnestly. "I quit smoking. Been off it for half a year now." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I figured it'd be better for you if you didn’t have to smell it. Sure, I didn’t give a rat's ass about my lungs, but I can’t risk your health because of it."

Your heart stirred at his words; you knew quitting smoking wasn’t easy, and the fact that he had done it with you in mind spoke volumes.

You chuckled softly and teased, "Wow, who would have known?"

"Hey, I meant it when I said I was trying." He pinched your side playfully, making you squeal, laughter bubbling between you.

"Alright, alright, I believe you." You sighed, a warm smile spreading across your face as you gently caressed his cheek.

"Let’s go over to Jin’s tomorrow," he suggested, locking his gaze with yours, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Isn’t that a little too soon?" you replied hesitantly, unsure of how to navigate the delicate balance of new beginnings.

"Nah, Jin and Kaori have been giving me shit since we broke up. They make damn sure I know every day how much I messed up… as if I don’t know that already." He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Besides, the brat misses you too. Always going on about you, and asking for you."

You giggled, feeling warmth spread in your chest. "Okay, fine—let's go tomorrow. I miss them too."

Sukuna watched you laugh, and a longing welled in his chest. It was a sound he had missed terribly. Deep down, he always knew you were at your prettiest when you smiled. The thought sent a rush of heat through him, stirring something primal. Unable to resist, he pulled you closer and fervently kissed you, the world around you fading into oblivion as you melted into his embrace. You were back in his arms, and he vowed never to let you go again.

"I hope you're ready for round two," he smirked, mischief dancing in his eyes.

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[xechu]

Silent Night

♡︎ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 1.4K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, quickie, nsfw

♡︎ Tags: one shot, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your boyfriend's been holding back, and tonight, he can't take it anymore!!!

♡︎ A/N: Happy Holidays! Satoru is so needy. But who wouldn't be needy for Y/N? ;) I have a Sukuna oneshot coming up, just making some final edits, and I think that will be it until the new year. I don't ever foresee myself posting at this frequency, but I told myself when I first started this blog, that I'll have at least three pieces solidified before making my first post. Thank you so much for reading. x

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Satoru has currently found himself in a predicament: the fierce battle of self-restraint versus desire. And when it involved you, it always seemed to be a losing fight. The last week has been excruciating, to say the least. Your family had decided to come over for the holidays for the first time, which meant that your sexy time was also put on pause until they left—because heaven forbid they find out that Satoru has been giving it to their precious daughter in the most obscene and nastiest of ways.

Truth be told, Satoru understood. If he had a daughter like you, he'd be fiercely protective, too. Your parents were not the overbearing type, but that didn't make anything better—in fact, it made it worse. Satoru felt like he couldn't let them down; he didn't want to. Your parents would always smile at him and thank him for taking such good care of their daughter. Your mother would pinch his cheeks and tell him how handsome he was, and your father would give him big pats on his back while heartily laughing and commenting on how strong he looked. It was a sight to behold; you could practically see him wagging his tail every time they complimented him, and, to be honest, it warmed your heart—and something else, too.

Tonight marked the sixth night; just two more days and he will have his sweetheart all to himself again. And you best be ready, because he will make damn sure the two of you make up for lost time. Just two more days. It played in his head like a mantra, but it didn't quell the raging boner that he currently had. It also didn't help that he was spooning you, and you would rub up against him every time you shuffled in your sleep.

Satoru sharply inhales, trying to calm himself down, but his heart continued to race—he was getting too excited. He sighed in frustration and thought he should just go to the bathroom and finish the job on his own. But he didn't want that; he wanted you. He looked over at you and saw that you were fast asleep. He knew you had been exhausted, making sure that the home was ready and keeping your parents entertained. It was selfish, but a quickie was all he was asking for. Surely, that wasn't too big of an ask, right?

"Sweetheart," he whispered, as he checked to see if you were truly asleep. When you didn't stir, he tried again, his voice a little hoarse with desire. "Baby." But you were knocked out cold.

Yes, it was filthy. He was a horndog who couldn't keep his hands off of you, even for a few days. But when it came to you, Satoru knows no shame; it was too difficult to resist you. He felt his last shreds of self-restraint slowly breaking away. He couldn't help himself—his hand drifted under your shirt, seeking the warmth of your skin. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his palm glided over your side, his fingers gently squeezing your waist. Slowly, he ventured upward, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin beneath your shirt. He swore under his breath—it wasn't enough; he needed more.

Satoru tugged at the hem of your shirt, exposing the soft skin of your back. He pressed kisses along the curve of your shoulder as his hands continued to explore, seeking out your breasts. A contented groan rumbled in his throat as he cupped your fullness, his thumbs teasing your buds as they harden under his touch.

"Oh, my love," he breathed. His hips involuntarily ground against you, his erection pressing into the curve of your ass. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His hand drifted lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. And, to his delightful surprise, he found you slick and ready for him. A devilish smirk played on his lips—you had been holding back, and your body craved him just as much as he craved you.

"I'll help you unwind. You've been such a good girl." He coated his fingers in your slickness and began to rub your clit. "You could have just told me you wanted this, baby."

That's when your eyes flew open. This wasn't some lewd dream—it was very real.

"S-Satoru!" You whisper-shouted as you smacked his hand away and sat up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Ow—sweetheart," he pouted, "It's too much. I need you. I can't hold back anymore."

"But my parents will be gone in two days. Can't you just wait?" you hissed.

"No, I can't," he shook his head, and placed your hand on top of his painfully hard wood. "See? I can't wait anymore. Please, baby. We'll be quiet."

You bit your bottom lip. You'd be the world's biggest liar if you said you weren't aching for him, too. It wasn't just Satoru who was having a hard time.

"Please," he begged, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You groaned; you hated when he begged because it always worked.

"Please, sweetheart. It'll be quick."

"Fine, but you have to promise to be really quiet," you surrendered.

Satoru's face lit up with a grin. Within seconds, he was on top of you, his weight shifting the bed. He quickly stripped away your remaining clothing, his own clothes following suit. It was clear that he had been holding back, and he has now reached a point of desperate need.

He slipped his finger inside you, checking your readiness. "Is it alright if I go in? I'll make it up to you next time." he whispered.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat.

Satoru aligned himself with your entrance, dipping his tip in and out a few times before slowly sinking his entire length into you. You bit down on your hand to muffle the moan that threatened to escape.

He started to move slowly, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Mm, the bed, Satoru..." you whispered, concern flickering in your eyes.

"Shh, they won't hear it. I promise," he assured you.

You buried your face in his chest, muffling your cries as he thrusted in and out of you. The silence of the night amplified the creaking of the bed and the squelching sounds of your joined bodies. As Satoru hit your sweet spot over and over, you clawed at his back—a silent way to convey your pleasure.

"You're so tight. Are you close?" he murmured, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, a soft whimper escaping as you bit your lip.

"Shit, me too." he groaned, quickening his pace.

"Ha—" as you felt your orgasm rushing toward you. Your breath hitched as a tidal wave of pleasure threatened to consume you. You sank your teeth into his shoulder as your release washed over you. Simultaneously, Satoru stiffened above you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own climax. He groaned low, as he spilled himself into you, his hot seed coating your walls.

Satoru collapsed onto you, his body limp and completely spent. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. You knew that staying quiet during sex would be especially challenging for Satoru, considering how vocal he was—in and outside of the bedroom. You stroked his hair, brushing it away from his forehead, and planted a kiss on his damp temple.

"God, you have no idea how badly I needed that." He chuckled lowly.

"Me too, Toru." You smiled and quietly laughed.

---

The following morning, you found your parents bright and early in the kitchen. Your mother was busy at the stove, preparing breakfast, while your father sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and scrolling through the news.

"Morning," you offered, a sheepish smile on your face.

"Morning, honey," your mother replied, her voice warm.

"Satoru still asleep?" your father asked.

"Yeah, he doesn't get to sleep in often, so he's taking advantage," you explained with a nod. "Did you two sleep well last night?"

"Slept like a log," your father grinned, stretching his arms above his head.

Phew. You let out an internal sigh of relief, grateful that your parents hadn't overheard last night's antics.

"Your place is like a five-star hotel!" your mother exclaimed, while flipping pancakes. "I slept like a baby."

"I'm glad you're enjoying your stay," you said, contentment clear in your voice.

Your father leaned back in his chair, giving you a playful look. "So, you and Satoru planning to tie the knot any time soon?" he teased, wiggling his bushy eyebrows.

"Honey!" your mother chided, shaking her head. "Leave the youngsters alone. They'll get married when they're ready." But you knew your mother was just as eager to have a son-in-law.

You laughed, blush dusting your face. In these moments, you realize that you were perfectly content with how things were between you and Satoru. It didn't matter where life led the two of you, as long as you were together.

Writing © xechu - please do not redistribute or repost.

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[xechu]

Lacestacy

♡︎ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 3.4K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, swearing, nsfw

♡︎ Tags: one shot, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your boyfriend gets riled up over a pair of lacey underwear, who would have known?

A/N: The start of this fic was inspired by one of Sakimenz's Gojo artwork (iykyk). You can visit her Patreon and socials (IG, TikTok) for more of her work.

Gojo drawing on this banner by: kb_EIJ on X.

Bow and lace dividers by: dollywons on tumblr.

I appreciate you stopping by and giving my first post a read. I told myself I will only release my first post after I have three writing pieces solidified, so more to come. Thank you so much. x

"You're doing this on purpose!!!" was the first text you received from Satoru an hour into your workday. You could practically hear him huffing and puffing from the other side of the screen.

"Doing what??" you replied, slightly amused by his outburst.

"Don't play coy with me, sweetheart. (It's working, though)" he responded.

You rolled your eyes—lovingly, of course—but it was only 10:00 AM, and you hadn't even finished your coffee yet. Your mind was far from the detective headspace required to decipher your boyfriend's vague messages.

"Not sure what you're talking about, love," you messaged back.

You saw that he had read your message, but he didn't reply. About fifteen minutes later, another message comes through.

"Like my new blindfold? ;)"

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You swiped open the image, and your eyes grew wide. Heat rushed to your ears and cheeks. Quickly, you scanned your surroundings to ensure no one was watching. That cheeky bastard! He knew exactly what he was doing. You could practically hear him chuckling as he sent the photo.

Satoru took a picture of him casually stretching your lacey black panty across his eyes. He was only in his boxers, and you could see that he had his hard on, the tip ever so slightly peeking out of the waistband. That was the underwear that you had carelessly tossed aside last night when the two of you were embroiled in the usual bedroom activities.

"Satoru! You know I'm at work!" you texted back.

"You haven't answered me - do you like it, baby?"

"You're insufferable."

"Oh, yeah? And whose fault is that?" He teased, knowing you meant 'a thousand times yes'.

You were about to shoot another message when—

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"This will do for now, but you'll have to take responsibility when you get home~~~"

You nearly fell out of your seat.

Your boyfriend was now sending you a full on nude, with your panties wrapped around his hard cock. A pooling sensation surged in your core. You were tempted to give in and just tell your boss you had to go home because you 'weren't feeling well', but as the saying goes: absence makes the heart grow fonder.

You mustered all the self-restraint you had and replied "I'll think about it", knowing it would probably rile him up even more.

Two could play at this game, you snickered.

-

Later that evening, when you returned to your shared home, you were greeted by complete darkness. You dropped your keys in the bowl at the front foyer and stepped into the living room.

"Satoru?" you called out, but there was no answer.

Was he pulling some kind of prank? You peered into your room but couldn't find him. He hadn’t mentioned going out to pick up dinner either, which was unusual for him.

Not overly concerned just yet, you decided to hang up your coat and drop off the rest of your belongings. You peeked into the fridge to see what you could whip up for dinner.

An hour later, your meal was nearly ready, but there was still no sign of Satoru. Worry began to creep in. You tried calling him, but there was no answer.

"Toru, where did you go? Dinner's ready," you texted.

Just as you began taking out the plates, you heard the front door click open. You turned around, spotting him all sweaty and disheveled; it was apparent he had gone for a run. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts that clung to his athletic frame.

"Oh, you're home! I was starting to worry—" You began, but before you could finish, Satoru closed the gap between you with a few long strides. His lips crashed onto yours as he slipped his tongue down your throat.

"Satoru!" You gasped, your lips parting in surprise.

"You've been terribly mean to me today," he pouted, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

It was hard to keep a straight face seeing Satoru like this—a 6'3" man built like a god, and somehow his Achilles heel was a stray panty.

"Have I?" you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Was not bringing dinner home your way of payback?"

"Child's play." He scoffed, "I have other ways of payback," he smirked, his eyes darkened with eagerness.

You laughed as he planted kisses down your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.

"You’ve left me pent up all day; I had to go for a two-hour run. I meant it when I said you’d have to take responsibility," he whispered huskily. His arms were pinned beside you, caging you between him and the counter. You swallowed hard, feeling a lump in your throat.

"God, how are you always so irresistible?" he murmured as he kissed your neck and collarbone, inhaling your scent. He tossed off your apron and began to unzip your trousers.

"Satoru, wait," you tried to push back. "Why don’t we finish dinner first?"

"No." He growled, "Dinner can wait; I can’t."

With that, he propped you up on the counter, quickly removing your pants. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of you wearing a white lace panty this time. He swore you planned this from the start. When had his sweet little darling become such a sly minx?

"Are you sure you didn’t do this on purpose, sweetheart?" he mused, his pupils fully blown as he looked up at you. His fingers rubbed against your clothed core, already damp and eager, revealing how much you wanted this.

You gasped and nodded.

"Do you want me as badly as I want you?"

"Yes, Toru. I want you." You looked up at him with innocent eyes, and your soft lips perfectly agape.

So damn cute. He thought as he licked his lips, it was difficult to exercise control when you're looking at him like this.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that. Prove it." Satoru challenged playfully.

In a moment of boldness, you crashed your lips against his, pouring out the desire within you. You moaned as he continued to toy with your drenched sex. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he seemed to understand your unspoken request. He scooped you up and carried you into the bedroom.

-

Satoru tossed you onto the bed, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse. The lacy edges of your matching bra teased him. You looked so good all the time, he couldn't help but picture the glances you'd get from the colleagues at your workplace. The thought of some uncouth man or woman ogling you made his blood boil. Oh, how he wished you'd quit your job and let him take care of you, but he loved and respected you too much to ask. He was a sucker for you, and he wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to you.

With your blouse gone, you lay before him in your matching lace underwear. He knew this night was going to be a slow and agonizing delight for both of you.

You caught Satoru staring, his eyes transfixed, and your heart raced as a flush crept across your skin. Even after all this time together, he still had the power to make you feel like it was your first time.

"T-Toru, stop staring," you blushed, feeling suddenly shy.

"But you're so breathtaking," he breathed, his voice thick as he tugged his t-shirt over his head. "Why shouldn't I admire my beautiful girl?"

Satoru decided to start his worship from the bottom up. He placed kisses on your feet and ankles, before making his way up your legs, peppering kisses and nips on your inner thighs—marks that were sure to linger. When he reached your clothed core, he buried his face between your legs, kissing and inhaling deeply.

"Your scent drives me insane," he groaned, his words sending a shiver through you.

"Toru—!" You squirmed, a mix of pleasure and self-consciousness. You tried to pry his head away, but he tightened his grip on your thighs, holding you in place.

"Relax, sweetheart. You're perfect," he cooed softly, soothing your worries.

Your mind spun as you panted; he hadn't even truly begun, and already you were dizzy with need.

Satoru continued his slow ascent, worshipping your body as he went, proving that you were his goddess.

Finally, he unclasped your bra, releasing your breasts. He groaned at the sight and wasted no time tending to them as he sucked, and nipped.

"Hah—Satoru," you sighed, pleasure coursing through you.

-

In Satoru's eyes, you were perfection. He had committed himself to memorizing every inch of you inside and out. Your body a temple, you his religion, and he—your most devout follower. But, if he really had to choose, his secret preference lay with your breasts. He swore up and down that he would carry this secret to his grave. Still, you already guessed as much, considering the amount of attention he gave it—during your intimacies, after, and even outside the bedroom.

Often, while watching television, his hands would roam to your chest. When you cooked and he offered to 'help’, he'd end up standing behind you, groping you and kissing your neck instead. Many nights, you'd wake to his arms wrapped around you, his hands sneaking under your shirt to cup your breasts as he slept. At first, you thought he was awake, but each time, you'd find him deeply asleep.

Now, in the bedroom, Satoru was engrossed, playing and sucking, while his clothed hardness grind into you. The friction was intense.

"S-Satoru—!" You whined, pleasure spiraling. "If you keep— I'm going to—"

He quickened his pace, grinding against you as his face remained nestled between your chest.

You cried out as your first orgasm crashed over you. Your panties, already damp, now felt sticky against your skin. The wet squelches of your intimacy filled the air.

"Satoru," your voice raspy, "it's getting sore."

He lifted his mouth from your breasts and looked at you with concern. Your buds, red and swollen from his attention. He wanted to keep going, but...

"Are they uncomfortable?" he asked, gently tugging at the waistband of your underwear. You nodded. They were drenched, clinging to your body, so he hooked his fingers under them and flung them across the room.

“You’re so wet, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He teased, but secretly, he relished this accomplishment—the power to unwind you with just his touch.

His fingers slid into you with ease, your juices coating them. To Satoru, there was no better high than the taste of you, the feel of you. He found your clit, sucking and teasing it while working his fingers inside you. He reveled in the pure pleasure on your face.

“Oh,” you sighed, your eyes closed as you surrendered to the waves of bliss.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

You nodded, unable to form much words. “Very much—hah, don't stop.”

He hummed in satisfaction, the sound of your slick and wetness was music to his ears.

“I’m the only one who gets to know every inch of you,” he growled, possessiveness lacing his words. He wanted to brand you as his.

"Tell me," he practically begged, his voice thick with desire, "I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. Promise me it's only me, sweetheart."

"It's only you, Satoru," you cried out, the intensity building. "It'll always only be you."

Satoru slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his lips tasting of your essence. At the same time, his long fingers moved relentlessly within you, hitting your sweet spot. The pure shock of ecstasy made you jolt, breaking away from his kiss; a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

Your scream filled the room as the familiar coil of your orgasm threatened to consume you once more. “I-I’m close, Satoru! I’m cumming!" Tears rolled down your cheeks, mingling with the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you. He continued to finger you through your orgasm while muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I swear I'm about to explode just from seeing how much you're enjoying this." Satoru groaned, his desire evident. He stood up, stripping off his pants and boxers, his member springing free, hard and ready. He moved to the side table to retrieve a condom—

"No, Toru, I don't want you to use it," you whispered, your voice laced with need as you grabbed his hand.

Satoru's eyes widened at your request, his throat suddenly dry. His heart pounded against his ribcage, threatening to burst through his chest. Could this be his lucky day? Was he dreaming?

"Really, sweetheart? Are you sure?" he managed, his voice hoarse.

"Yes," you replied shyly, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I want to feel you."

And in that moment Satoru's restraint snapped like a twig.

"You don't know what you do to me. I'm gonna go insane." Satoru's voice was strained with lust. "I’m warning you, no matter how much you cry and beg me to stop, I won't."

He grabbed your ankles, parting your legs, and without further warning, he plunged his full length into you.

Your eyes flew open at the sensation of being stuffed to the hilt.

"Fuck," Satoru closed his eyes, his entire body trembling as he savored the sensation. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect. Made just for me."

He began thrusting in and out of you, like a frenzied animal driven by primal instincts. He watched intently as his cock slid out of you and then plunged back in, over and over.

"S-Satoru, too deep—you're too deep," you hiccuped, the feeling almost overwhelming.

Satoru was lost in his own ecstasy, his senses heightened, and he didn't hear your plea.

"Ngh—" you cried out with each thrust, overwhelmed by the force of his passion. You reached for his hand, and he noticed, immediately releasing your ankle to capture your hand in his. He released your other ankle as well, leaning into you and pinning both your hands to the mattress on either side of your head. His hips kept your legs apart, ensuring he remained deep within you.

"I'm going fucking crazy," he groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Only you can make me feel this way, you know that?"

You could only shut your eyes and whimper as the sheer force and his size sent you spiraling.

"Do you—hah—know that, my love?" he repeated, his voice strained as he neared his own release.

"Y-yes," you breathed, tears of pleasure trickling down your face.

"Shit, shit, shit. I'm cumming—ngh," he stuttered, his voice quivering. "Take it all, take it like a good girl." His thrusts became erratic, and then he slammed into you one final time, his seed pumping into you.

"Ah—Satoru!" you moaned, feeling his hot spurts inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, momentarily spent, his cock still nestled inside your warmth. He propped himself up slightly and looked at you, brushing away the stray hairs that clung to your damp face and wiping away your tears.

"Are you ok, sweetheart?" he panted, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You nodded, still catching your breath. "I'm fine...it felt really good." You smiled softly and caressed his face, your affection for him overflowing.

Your words sent a thrill through him, and he felt his cock twitch and harden again within you.

Satoru smiled, leaning in to kiss the palm of your hand. “You’re so good for me.”

He withdrew from you, and you whimpered at the sensation of his cock sliding out, his cum already starting to leak from your hole. He slid his fingers back into you, catching the excess and pushing it back inside.

"We're not finished yet," he smirked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Standing, he guided you to your feet. When he was sure you were steady, he made his way to the top of the bed and sat upright against the headboard.

"Come here," he invited, his voice husky. "I know you love having your way with me." He pulled you closer and gently positioned you, guiding your hips until your entrance aligned with his cock. Then, slowly, he let you sink down onto him your breath hitching as he filled you to the brim. Starting with a slow, sensuous rhythm, you rode him, reveling in the way he groaned your name. His eyes were locked on yours, filled with raw desire.

"You're so tight, sweetheart. You feel incredible," he rasped, his hands sliding up your waist to cup your breasts, thumbs grazing your sensitive buds. "I can't get enough of you.”

As you moved above him, Satoru raised his head to capture one taut bud between his lips, flicking his tongue over it while his teeth gently tugged. His hands continued their journey on your body, leaving no inch unexplored.

Increasing the pace, you shifted your hips with more urgency, riding him with purpose. The sounds of your intimacy filled the room, accompanied by your breathy moans and his guttural groans.

"You're gonna make me cum," he warned, his voice tight with pleasure. "Fuck, I can't hold it much longer."

Encouraged by his plea, you quickened your pace, wanting to feel him lose control deep within you. The sensation of his thickness stretching you, along with the primal energy that radiated from him, pushed you closer to the edge.

Satoru's grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust up to meet your movements. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're milking me dry," he grunted, his eyes burning with passion.

"Don't hold back," you panted, your eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

He groaned in response, his restraint snapping. His hands moved from your breasts to your hips, pulling you down harder onto him with each thrust. His cock reached deep, hitting that sweet spot that made your knees weak and your breath catch.

"Satoru!" you cried out, your body tensing. "I-I'm close. Don't stop!"

"I won't," he promised, his voice raw and strained. "Cum with me, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart around me."

With a few more perfectly placed thrusts, you tumbled over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, causing your body to tremble and your walls to clench and release around him in rhythmic pulses. Satoru followed suit, his eyes squeezed shut as he unleashed his release, pumping his essence into you once again.

Entangled in a mess of limbs, you both fought to catch your breath, basking in the aftermath of your intense orgasms. You leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to his chest as he cradled your head to his heart, his fingers gently combing through your hair.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice tender and filled with adoration.

You smiled into his skin, your body still humming with pleasure. "I love you, too."

-

Snuggled up together, the warmth of the shower still lingering on your skin, you let out a soft giggle, burrowing closer into Satoru's embrace.

"What's so funny?" he murmurs, his voice laced with sleepiness and contentment. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer.

You shake your head, your face tucked into the curve of his neck, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. "Nothing," you reply, your breath tickling his skin.

Unbeknownst to Satoru, it had been your subtle intention to leave your panty so he could find it, a mischievous ploy to get him riled up. And clearly, it had been successful.

"Are you sure?" he prods gently, his curiosity sparking. "You seem pretty happy about something."

You lift your head to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe I'm just happy to be here with you," you respond, your voice laced with affection. "Can't a girl be happy without a reason?"

Satoru's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, his thumb tracing patterns on your bare arm. "Of course," he concedes, his tone playful. "But why do I have a feeling there's something more to it—what are you hiding from me, hm?"

For a moment you considered revealing it all to him—the mischievous scheme that had played out so perfectly. But you decided against it. After all, keeping this a little secret won't hurt.

"I'm just feeling extra playful today," you tease, your eyes held a glimmer of mischief. "And maybe it has something to do with my boyfriend’s irresistible charm."

Satoru's smile widens, his eyes reflecting the love and attraction between you. He pulls you closer, his body molding perfectly to yours.

"In that case," he murmurs, his lips brushing yours, "I'll have to make sure I keep doing whatever it is that's making you so happy."

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[xechu]

I’ve been working on a heian era!sukuna x fem!reader mini series for a while now, and I think I’m finally ok to commit to the direction it’s headed. Hence why I'm also ok with saying that there's officially something in the works for it. I'm looking to release the prologue and chapter 1 within the first two weeks of January. I went back and forth so much on this one. Literally, one day this was a oneshot, the next day it's a full-blown series. And I changed the direction of this story at least five times.

I've always strayed away from writing series fics for a plethora of reasons, but mainly it's because I have commitment issues, and releasing work that is still "ongoing" greatly stresses me out, because I feel like l have to see it through to the end. I need to pick a struggle. But anyway, it's always healthy to try something outside of your comfort zone.

I thought I'd try my hand at a mini series first. To be honest, I don't know what constitutes as a 'mini series', is it based by number of chapters, or word count? Hmmm. I'm looking at about 6 chapters, each of them is a relatively short read around 2-4k words. Could this have been a oneshot? Most definitely. But let me cook.

Here is a little snippet:

[xechu]

Warm on a Cold Night

♡︎ Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 4.5K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, oral (giving and receiving), swearing, nsfw, angst-ish, hurt/comfort, ex back to lovers

♡︎ Tags: one shot, smut, ex to lover, hurt/comfort, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your ex appears at your front door on the night of Christmas Eve.

A/N: Hope you're all keeping warm on a cold night. (Or cool on warm night) ;) This will be my last entry until the new year. I wish you all a happy holiday and wonderful new year. Thank you so much for reading. x

Song inspirations for this: Baby Come Back - Player, Warm on a Cold Night - HONNE, Kiss It Better - Rihanna

You scoffed in utter disbelief, shaking your head slightly. You couldn't believe the audacity of this man—your former lover—who was now standing at your door on Christmas Eve: Ryomen Sukuna. Just as you prepared to slam the door shut, his large hand caught it, stopping you with unexpected force.

"What the hell do you want, Ryo?" you hissed, trying to keep your composure.

"I want to see you," he replied earnestly, his voice softening as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Well, I don't want to see you," you retorted, clenching your jaw.

"Don't be so stubborn; let me in," he scoffed, frustration creeping into his tone.

"In case you didn't realize, this is my home," you shot back defensively.

"Look, I just want to talk you," he insisted, his gaze steady.

"Talk about what? We don't ever talk." You couldn't hide the bitterness in your voice.

It was true. Communication had always been a struggle in your relationship, which was why the two of you had broken up six times. The last breakup had been particularly brutal, leaving you devastated with a mountain of trauma to unpack. A year had passed since then, and you thought it was over for good. You tried your hardest to move on, but it felt like this bastard had some sort of radar, showing up just when you were beginning to find your footing and utterly ruining everything all over again.

"You're right; we don't. We just end up fucking each other." He smirked, that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Oh my god, you're insufferable. Leave me alone!" you huffed, ignoring the stirrings of nostalgia as you attempted to close the door. It was futile; your ex-lover stood at 6'5", a mountain of muscle that made your efforts seem pathetic.

"Jesus Christ, just let me in, Y/N. I swear, I just want to talk to you!" He sighed, the exasperation in his voice cutting deeper than you expected.

Sukuna hardly ever used your name, a rarity that caught you off guard. You sensed he was serious this time. Reluctantly, with a heavy sigh, you opened the door.

"Thank you," he murmured, stepping over the threshold and into your home, the warmth of the room contrasting sharply with the chill of the night outside.

He glanced around, taking in the rather empty apartment, especially on a night like Christmas Eve. "Not with anyone?" he mused, his eyes lingering on the untouched decorations.

"Why? If I were with someone, would you have left me alone?" you snapped, irritation flaring.

"Probably." His answer was nonchalant, but the flicker in his eyes suggested he meant the opposite.

"Well, shit," you shook your head, actively resisting the memories flooding back.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow as he watched you retreat into the kitchen. The fridge magnets, still the same, caught his eye. The souvenirs from your travels together—remnants of memories and laughter—a reminder of your shared history.

"What do you want?" you asked, opening the fridge and pretending to rummage through it, your heart pounding.

"I'll take a beer," he replied, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"I only have Kronenbourg."

"That's fine," he said, and you heard the hint of relief in his voice.

You cracked open a bottle and handed it to him. Sukuna accepted it, settling himself onto your couch with an ease that made it feel like he had never left. He stretched out his long limbs, while his eyes flickered towards the true crime documentary playing on your Netflix. He took a long swig from the cold bottle, chugging half of it with ease and letting out a satisfied sigh.

"So, what do you need to talk about?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you sat at the opposite end of the couch, intentionally placing distance between you.

"C'mon, don’t be like this," Sukuna groaned. He reached out, his hand wrapping around your thigh as he pulled you closer. Your skin tingled at his touch, and a flood of conflicting emotions surged within you.

"D-don't touch me!" you stammered, swatting his hand away and awkwardly scooting back to your original spot.

Silence enveloped the room, the tension thick enough to slice through. Sukuna cleared his throat, attempting to bridge the gap.

"Still a true crime fanatic," he mused, trying to make conversation while taking another sip of his beer. The small talk only heightened your frustrations.

"I'm sure you didn't come here to chat about my show preferences," you rolled your eyes, keeping your tone sharp.

"Just trying to ease the tension here," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck—he always did that when he was nervous.

I wouldn't be so tense if it weren't for you showing up unannounced, you thought, tsking softly.

"Well? Out with it," you said impatiently, your fingers tapping against your crossed arm.

Sukuna put his beer down. His leg subconsciously bounced up and down. He rubbed his hands together, contemplating on what to say. Words were not his forte, he was more of an actions over words type.

"Let’s get back together," he declared, his voice steady as he looked you straight in the eyes, searching for any sign of hope.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, the audacious request sending a ripple of conflicting emotions. You could only laugh bitterly, your disbelief evident.

"Get back together? You're out of your mind," you said, the dismissal escaping your lips before you could stop it.

"I'm not," he insisted, a slight frown marking his brow.

"What makes you think I’d ever consider it?" Your tone was incredulous, disbelief turning to anger.

"Because I love you, Y/N," Sukuna clenched his jaw, his vulnerability piercing through, "And I'm hoping you still love me."

"Hah, you're delusional! I loved you. But I don't love you anymore." you spat, the hurt surfacing like fresh wounds. "And you love me? As if you ever loved me to begin with!"

Sukuna remained silent, his expression shifting as he searched for the right words.

"Is this what you came here to talk about?" Your tone was laced with frustration, the emotional weight heavy in the air. "We're done here." You shook your head, standing up and making your way to the door, hands clenched into tight fists.

"Wait—no," Sukuna groaned, frustration spilling over into desperation as he closed the distance between you in a few strides. He slammed his hand against the door—hard—keeping it there. You jolted back in surprise, your breath hitching.

"Stop this, Y/N," he hissed, eyes intense, "please. There's no one else. I can't be without you. I haven't been with anyone else since we last broke up."

"No one else? That's why you fucked that bitch, right?" you spat, anger flaring again. You still recalled one of the break-ups you had in between; he had slept with another woman.

"Y/N, don't be ridiculous. We were broken up. I wasn't sleeping with anyone behind your back!" His voice rose, matching your defensiveness.

“Ryo, we literally broke up for three weeks, and that was enough for you to fall into someone else’s arms? And in Yorozu's, above all? You knew she had a thing for you, and you still kept her around when you were seeing me! Do you ever think?" you said, raising a hand, "Wait, don't answer that, you just think with your dick. And that’s probably what’s happening right now."

"You know you're being a real pain in the ass, right?" he seethed, frustration painting his features.

"Right, good talk, Ryo. Everything is always somehow my fault. Now get out." You tried to pull the door open, knowing deep down it was utterly useless. "Let go of the door—!"

"I know I hurt you, okay?!" he snapped, voice filled with emotion. "Believe me when I say I’m going to make up for it."

"Believe you?" You turned around so fast, shock coursing through you as your eyes met his. "You have some nerve demanding trust from me after all you've put me through."

Those were the words you wanted to hear long ago, but now they felt too little, too late. You just wanted him to acknowledge the pain he had caused, hoping for a glimmer of understanding. Why now? Why couldn't he do it back then? Your chest ached at the thought.

"It's too late now," you said, your voice trembling, betraying your anger with wavering sadness. God, you hated how you could never seem to hide your emotions.

"Is it really?" he asked, his voice softening, "Is that why you're alone tonight?"

Something snapped within you, all the frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Get over yourself! I'm alone because I want to be alone."

"Are you sure? Uraume told me they saw you with someone last week." He watched you closely, trying to gauge your reaction.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, rage flooding your veins.

"Is that what this is all about? Trying to keep tabs on me now? So what if I was seeing somebody? What's it to you?" You jabbed your finger into his chest, aggression spilling forth. "You're trying to get back with me just to screw me over again?"

Sukuna grabbed your hand forcefully, his frustration boiling over. "If you were actually seeing someone, I would have left you alone, Y/N. But clearly, you're not, so I'm taking this opportunity to make things right with you."

The intensity of his stare made your heart race, an instinctive response that stirred old sensations you thought long buried. You hated it.

"I don't want to make amends with you, Ryo. Have you ever considered that?" your voice shook, tears pricking at your eyes. "I don’t want to go back into that cycle of loving you and then being completely broken by you."

Sukuna's eyes widened, and he loosened his grip, noticing how your small wrist was red from his hold. It hit him then—how he'd backed you into a corner, just like always.

"It's because of you," you said, voice breaking. "You think I want to be like this? You think I wish to be alone? I don’t trust anymore, I don’t feel anymore, and I don’t let anyone in anymore—because of you!"

"I'm trying to fix things, Y/N. Can't you see? I regret it; I was a damn fool. But I swear to God, I've been trying so hard to work on it—work on myself." He stepped closer, sincerity in his voice. "I knew I couldn't just waltz back into your life until I was somewhat steady. That’s why I took a chance and gave everything some time. I swear I haven't seen or touched anyone since we broke up last year. I cut my ties with Yorozu—"

"You're always like this, Ryo! You always do things on your own accord." You shook your head, feeling the tears spill over. "I don't think you realize how much you've hurt me, and how you've damaged me in ways I can't even begin to describe."

"You come in and out of my life whenever you feel like it—like it's some sort of game. One day you love me, the next day I'm a nuisance! And then you think you can just solve everything with your dick."

"Stop torturing me… I'm begging you. I haven’t been the same since you." You dropped your face into your hands, the sobs breaking free as the walls you had built began to crumble.

Sukuna softened as he saw your vulnerability. You could feel the weight of unspoken words hovering between you. It was like the air had grown thick with all the hurt and confusion, all the moments that had led to this point.

"You mean everything to me, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with sincerity. "I’ve realized what I lost, and I’ve regretted it every second."

His words washed over you, stirring old feelings you had long buried. But there was a part of you that still held onto the resentment and anger. How could he think that words alone could fix everything?

"But you were the one who chose to walk away when it got hard!" you shot back. "You don’t get to come back and just expect me to fall back into your arms after what you did!”

“I know—” he interjected, stepping closer, his voice rising slightly now, “and I can’t change the past, but I can promise you that I’m not that person anymore. I swear, I’ve changed; I want to prove it to you.”

You shook your head, battling the conflict within you. "You think I can just forget everything? The pain? The sleepless nights I spent waiting for you to understand what you had?"

“No, I don’t expect you to forget!” He tightened his jaw, trying his best to not raise his voice, but the urgency and desperation was hard to keep at bay. He stepped closer, brows furrowing as if searching for the right words. “I’m here now. I want to work on us. Just give me this chance to show you I’m serious.”

His plea hung in the air, and you felt conflicted. You wanted to push him away, to sever the connection, yet your underlying feelings toward him was hard to ignore.

"What if you hurt me again?" The question slipped out, trembling, as vulnerability washed over you. “I can’t go through that again, Ryo. I don’t think I could survive it.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted to something more genuine, a hint of anguish behind his eyes. "We'll take it slow. One step at a time. I just need a chance to show you I can be better—to show you that I want this. Want you."

His sincerity tugged at the corners of your heart, making it harder to breathe. Could you really trust him again? Your heart raced as he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, sending a familiar jolt through you.

"I swear it, Y/N, I haven't been the same since you either. Please, just give me one last chance. That's all I need." Sukuna cupped your face in his large hands, wiping your tears with tender care. "Unless you don't love me anymore. Just say it, and I'll leave you alone."

In that moment, with everything laid bare, the heartache and confusion began to blur. A part of you still yearned for him, despite everything that had happened.

"Kiss me, Ryo," you whispered, feeling the weight of your own surrender, breath hitching with anticipation. Without hesitation, his lips crashed into yours.

-

As the intense kiss continued, you found yourself being swept off your feet and carried toward the bedroom. Sukuna's touches became more demanding, his hands sliding down your body with intent. He kicked the door shut behind him, his eyes never leaving yours as he backed you against the closed door.

The passion between you was palpable, a mix of desire and the lingering hurt that had festered during your time apart. Sukuna's hands roamed your body, igniting a trail of fire along your skin. He pulled back slightly, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in your flushed appearance. "God, you have no idea how much I've missed you," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

"I missed you too," you breathed. You watched as Sukuna strips off his black t-shirt. His body was still a work of art, just how you always remembered it to be. You placed a soft kiss on his bare chest and slowly made your descent, tasting the salt of his skin. Your hands explored his muscular planes, trying to refamiliarize the feel of him, the solid reality of his body offering a stark contrast to the uncertainty of your emotions. Sukuna hissed at the sensation, his hands tightening in your hair, encouraging you to continue your exploration.

Guided by your touch, he stepped back, his body brushing against yours as he reached for the button of his jeans. With deliberate slowness, he unfastened them, his eyes never leaving yours. "I want to feel your mouth on me," he said, his voice rough with need.

Your breath hitched as you went down on your knees in front of him. Slowly, you drew his zipper down, your eyes glued to his, you could see his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. With a swift motion, you tugged his jeans and boxers down, freeing his hard length.

Taking him in your hand, you admired the heft of him, the veins throbbing beneath your touch. A surge of possessiveness washed over you, and you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. Sukuna hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he threaded his fingers through your hair.

You swirled your tongue around the head, tasting the first beads of moisture, then took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you applied just the right amount of suction. Sukuna groaned, his head falling back as he pulled on your hair, gently guiding your movements. "That's it, kitten. Nobody does it better than you."

You moaned softly around him, the vibration eliciting a tortured groan from his lips. With slow, languid strokes, you took him deeper, your tongue flat against the underside, twirling and flicking as you moved. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard as you pulled back, teasing the sensitive tip with the tip of your tongue.

"Fuck," he cursed, his breath coming in short gasps. His hips began to move, a subtle thrusting motion that you eagerly accepted, taking him deeper with each forward movement.

His breath quickened, his body tensing as he struggled to hold back. "I'm close," he warned, "Swallow it like a—hah—good girl, yeah?" his voice strained. You hummed in response, the vibrations sending him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he released, his body convulsing as you swallowed around him, milking his every last drop.

Sukuna pulled you up, crushing your mouth to his in a searing kiss. "That was fucking incredible," he panted, his eyes searching yours. "But now, I need to feel you."

Carrying you to the bed, he laid you down gently, with tender touches, he explored your body, reacquainting himself with every inch of your skin. You moaned softly, arching into his touch.

Sukuna hovered above you, his eyes searching yours as he sought silent consent. You nodded, granting him permission. Sukuna's hands traced feather-light touches along your arms, sending shivers down your spine. He captured your lips in a gentle kiss, his mouth soft and tender.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck, his hands roaming your body with reverent devotion. He paused at the hollow of your throat, his lips brushing against your pulse point before continuing downwards. You leaned into his touch, your body responding instinctively, a surrender that felt both familiar and newfound.

Sukuna's kisses ventured lower, his hands gliding over your curves. He teased your navel with the tip of his tongue, dipping and swirling before kissing and nipping his way down to your core. Your breath quickened, your body burning with anticipation.

His breath ghosted over your most sensitive core, and you felt your desire pooling between your legs. "Please, Ryo—I need you," you whispered, your voice thick with wanting. A plea for release.

Sukuna obliged, his tongue circled and flicked, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your hands grasping at the bedsheets, your hips bucking involuntarily as he drove you closer to the edge. With each stroke of his tongue, he pushed you further, drawing out your pleasure.

As you edged closer to climax, Sukuna seemed to sense it, deliberately slowing his movements to draw out the anticipation. He knew your body intimately, every curve, every response, and the exact spots that drove you wild. "D-don't tease me," you pleaded, your body yearning for release. "We've got all the time in the world, kitten," he chuckled, his lips tracing a path down your neck to your breasts.

His mouth closed around one taut nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing, while his thumb rubbed circles around the other. "Hah—I need you inside me." you gasped, your body arching toward him, craving more. He pulled back, his eyes burning with desire as he took in your flushed appearance.

Sukuna's voice was low and gritty, sending a shiver down your spine. "Does your body remember me?" he asked, his eyes boring into yours. "Have you been with anyone else since we broke up?" There was a possessive edge to his tone.

You shook your head, your eyes unwavering. "No, Ryo, there was no one else after you." A wave of possessiveness washed over him, his gaze holding yours captive. "God, you're too good to be true." he muttered, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Sukuna rose, his eyes burning with desire as he positioned himself at your entrance. Slowly, he sunk into you, his thick length stretching you deliciously. You gasped at the sensation, it felt familiar but also a lifetime ago. "Ryo," you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders.

"Easy, love," he murmured, kissing your forehead gently. "Feel how perfectly we fit together." He began to move, his hips dipping forward. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure.

At first, you whimpered, your body tensing at the intrusion. "I-it's too much," you whispered, your fingers digging into his arms. "Just give me a moment." He leaned into you, his lips capturing yours in a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with yours.

"Focus on me," he whispered, his tongue slipping down your throat as he continued to sink into you, his kisses distracting you. You nodded, your body beginning to relax and succumb to the pleasure. "Ngh—" you moaned softly, your breath hitching.

"You're doing so well, kitten," he crooned, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "So fucking tight." He groaned as he broke through the first ring of resistance, his length now sheathed fully within you. "Just tell me when to move." He placed soft kisses along your body, his breath warming your skin.

You nodded again, your body adjusting to his size. After a few moments, you gave him the signal. Sukuna began to thrust in a deliberate and controlled pace, his eyes never leaving yours. "God, you're beautiful like this," he said, a hand tangling in your hair.

Your discomfort soon morphed into sweet pleasure, your body welcoming his. "Oh Ryo," you sighed, your fingers threading through his hair. "More." He quickened his pace, his breath coming in short gasps as he chased his own release. "Fuck, I've missed this," he growled.

As he thrust into you, his movements became relentless, his hips snapping forward with each stroke. "That's it, kitten," he purred, his mouth finding your neck as his hands found your hips. "Take all of me." Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the memory of his size within you sparking a fire in your core.

Your breath quickened, your head falling back as you arched into him. "More—hah—don't hold back." you begged, your nails digging into his shoulders. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, your pleasure building like a tidal wave. With one final, powerful thrust, he sent you spiraling over the edge again, his release surging into you.

Sukuna's hips stilled as he spilled himself into you, his breath hitching. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his hips making small, shallow thrusts as he rode out his release. "Take it all." He wanted to mark you, to leave no doubt that you were his, and his alone.

Your bodies convulsed together, leaving you both breathless and spent. Sukuna collapsed onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. You turned to face him, your fingers gently tracing the contours of his face, your eyes searching his.

"Please don't leave me again," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. The fear of losing him again was raw and tangible, a vulnerable plea for reassurance.

Sukuna pulls you into an embrace, and captures your hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "I swear, I'll never leave you again," he promised, his voice rough with sincerity. "I'm here to stay, no matter what."

-

The two of you lay entwined in the aftermath of your passionate make-up sex. Sukuna raised an eyebrow as he mindlessly traced circles on your bare arm, his gaze drifting to the lighter sitting on your desk. He had noticed it earlier when he entered the room.

"You still have that," he mused, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

"Yeah… I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out. I meant to give it back to you. I knew it meant a lot, but I was too angry to see you at the time."

"I was an asshole. You owe me nothing. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d tossed it."

"Do you want it back?" you asked, glancing at him with curiosity.

"No, I don’t have any use for it anymore."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Why not?"

Sukuna looked at you earnestly. "I quit smoking. Been off it for half a year now." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I figured it'd be better for you if you didn’t have to smell it. Sure, I didn’t give a rat's ass about my lungs, but I can’t risk your health because of it."

Your heart stirred at his words; you knew quitting smoking wasn’t easy, and the fact that he had done it with you in mind spoke volumes.

You chuckled softly and teased, "Wow, who would have known?"

"Hey, I meant it when I said I was trying." He pinched your side playfully, making you squeal, laughter bubbling between you.

"Alright, alright, I believe you." You sighed, a warm smile spreading across your face as you gently caressed his cheek.

"Let’s go over to Jin’s tomorrow," he suggested, locking his gaze with yours, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Isn’t that a little too soon?" you replied hesitantly, unsure of how to navigate the delicate balance of new beginnings.

"Nah, Jin and Kaori have been giving me shit since we broke up. They make damn sure I know every day how much I messed up… as if I don’t know that already." He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Besides, the brat misses you too. Always going on about you, and asking for you."

You giggled, feeling warmth spread in your chest. "Okay, fine—let's go tomorrow. I miss them too."

Sukuna watched you laugh, and a longing welled in his chest. It was a sound he had missed terribly. Deep down, he always knew you were at your prettiest when you smiled. The thought sent a rush of heat through him, stirring something primal. Unable to resist, he pulled you closer and fervently kissed you, the world around you fading into oblivion as you melted into his embrace. You were back in his arms, and he vowed never to let you go again.

"I hope you're ready for round two," he smirked, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Writing © xechu - please do not redistribute or repost.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used on this banner.

[xechu]

Silent Night

♡︎ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 1.4K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, quickie, nsfw

♡︎ Tags: one shot, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your boyfriend's been holding back, and tonight, he can't take it anymore!!!

♡︎ A/N: Happy Holidays! Satoru is so needy. But who wouldn't be needy for Y/N? ;) I have a Sukuna oneshot coming up, just making some final edits, and I think that will be it until the new year. I don't ever foresee myself posting at this frequency, but I told myself when I first started this blog, that I'll have at least three pieces solidified before making my first post. Thank you so much for reading. x

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Satoru has currently found himself in a predicament: the fierce battle of self-restraint versus desire. And when it involved you, it always seemed to be a losing fight. The last week has been excruciating, to say the least. Your family had decided to come over for the holidays for the first time, which meant that your sexy time was also put on pause until they left—because heaven forbid they find out that Satoru has been giving it to their precious daughter in the most obscene and nastiest of ways.

Truth be told, Satoru understood. If he had a daughter like you, he'd be fiercely protective, too. Your parents were not the overbearing type, but that didn't make anything better—in fact, it made it worse. Satoru felt like he couldn't let them down; he didn't want to. Your parents would always smile at him and thank him for taking such good care of their daughter. Your mother would pinch his cheeks and tell him how handsome he was, and your father would give him big pats on his back while heartily laughing and commenting on how strong he looked. It was a sight to behold; you could practically see him wagging his tail every time they complimented him, and, to be honest, it warmed your heart—and something else, too.

Tonight marked the sixth night; just two more days and he will have his sweetheart all to himself again. And you best be ready, because he will make damn sure the two of you make up for lost time. Just two more days. It played in his head like a mantra, but it didn't quell the raging boner that he currently had. It also didn't help that he was spooning you, and you would rub up against him every time you shuffled in your sleep.

Satoru sharply inhales, trying to calm himself down, but his heart continued to race—he was getting too excited. He sighed in frustration and thought he should just go to the bathroom and finish the job on his own. But he didn't want that; he wanted you. He looked over at you and saw that you were fast asleep. He knew you had been exhausted, making sure that the home was ready and keeping your parents entertained. It was selfish, but a quickie was all he was asking for. Surely, that wasn't too big of an ask, right?

"Sweetheart," he whispered, as he checked to see if you were truly asleep. When you didn't stir, he tried again, his voice a little hoarse with desire. "Baby." But you were knocked out cold.

Yes, it was filthy. He was a horndog who couldn't keep his hands off of you, even for a few days. But when it came to you, Satoru knows no shame; it was too difficult to resist you. He felt his last shreds of self-restraint slowly breaking away. He couldn't help himself—his hand drifted under your shirt, seeking the warmth of your skin. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his palm glided over your side, his fingers gently squeezing your waist. Slowly, he ventured upward, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin beneath your shirt. He swore under his breath—it wasn't enough; he needed more.

Satoru tugged at the hem of your shirt, exposing the soft skin of your back. He pressed kisses along the curve of your shoulder as his hands continued to explore, seeking out your breasts. A contented groan rumbled in his throat as he cupped your fullness, his thumbs teasing your buds as they harden under his touch.

"Oh, my love," he breathed. His hips involuntarily ground against you, his erection pressing into the curve of your ass. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His hand drifted lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. And, to his delightful surprise, he found you slick and ready for him. A devilish smirk played on his lips—you had been holding back, and your body craved him just as much as he craved you.

"I'll help you unwind. You've been such a good girl." He coated his fingers in your slickness and began to rub your clit. "You could have just told me you wanted this, baby."

That's when your eyes flew open. This wasn't some lewd dream—it was very real.

"S-Satoru!" You whisper-shouted as you smacked his hand away and sat up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Ow—sweetheart," he pouted, "It's too much. I need you. I can't hold back anymore."

"But my parents will be gone in two days. Can't you just wait?" you hissed.

"No, I can't," he shook his head, and placed your hand on top of his painfully hard wood. "See? I can't wait anymore. Please, baby. We'll be quiet."

You bit your bottom lip. You'd be the world's biggest liar if you said you weren't aching for him, too. It wasn't just Satoru who was having a hard time.

"Please," he begged, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You groaned; you hated when he begged because it always worked.

"Please, sweetheart. It'll be quick."

"Fine, but you have to promise to be really quiet," you surrendered.

Satoru's face lit up with a grin. Within seconds, he was on top of you, his weight shifting the bed. He quickly stripped away your remaining clothing, his own clothes following suit. It was clear that he had been holding back, and he has now reached a point of desperate need.

He slipped his finger inside you, checking your readiness. "Is it alright if I go in? I'll make it up to you next time." he whispered.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat.

Satoru aligned himself with your entrance, dipping his tip in and out a few times before slowly sinking his entire length into you. You bit down on your hand to muffle the moan that threatened to escape.

He started to move slowly, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Mm, the bed, Satoru..." you whispered, concern flickering in your eyes.

"Shh, they won't hear it. I promise," he assured you.

You buried your face in his chest, muffling your cries as he thrusted in and out of you. The silence of the night amplified the creaking of the bed and the squelching sounds of your joined bodies. As Satoru hit your sweet spot over and over, you clawed at his back—a silent way to convey your pleasure.

"You're so tight. Are you close?" he murmured, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, a soft whimper escaping as you bit your lip.

"Shit, me too." he groaned, quickening his pace.

"Ha—" as you felt your orgasm rushing toward you. Your breath hitched as a tidal wave of pleasure threatened to consume you. You sank your teeth into his shoulder as your release washed over you. Simultaneously, Satoru stiffened above you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own climax. He groaned low, as he spilled himself into you, his hot seed coating your walls.

Satoru collapsed onto you, his body limp and completely spent. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. You knew that staying quiet during sex would be especially challenging for Satoru, considering how vocal he was—in and outside of the bedroom. You stroked his hair, brushing it away from his forehead, and planted a kiss on his damp temple.

"God, you have no idea how badly I needed that." He chuckled lowly.

"Me too, Toru." You smiled and quietly laughed.

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The following morning, you found your parents bright and early in the kitchen. Your mother was busy at the stove, preparing breakfast, while your father sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and scrolling through the news.

"Morning," you offered, a sheepish smile on your face.

"Morning, honey," your mother replied, her voice warm.

"Satoru still asleep?" your father asked.

"Yeah, he doesn't get to sleep in often, so he's taking advantage," you explained with a nod. "Did you two sleep well last night?"

"Slept like a log," your father grinned, stretching his arms above his head.

Phew. You let out an internal sigh of relief, grateful that your parents hadn't overheard last night's antics.

"Your place is like a five-star hotel!" your mother exclaimed, while flipping pancakes. "I slept like a baby."

"I'm glad you're enjoying your stay," you said, contentment clear in your voice.

Your father leaned back in his chair, giving you a playful look. "So, you and Satoru planning to tie the knot any time soon?" he teased, wiggling his bushy eyebrows.

"Honey!" your mother chided, shaking her head. "Leave the youngsters alone. They'll get married when they're ready." But you knew your mother was just as eager to have a son-in-law.

You laughed, blush dusting your face. In these moments, you realize that you were perfectly content with how things were between you and Satoru. It didn't matter where life led the two of you, as long as you were together.

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[xechu]

Fluffy, sfw, mild suggestive content, non-curse au, this blog is 18+ mdni

Boyfriend!Satoru who has a complete golden retriever personality with you

Boyfriend!Satoru who is so down bad for you, it physically makes Shoko and Suguru sick, because why in God's name did you choose this obnoxious idiot? ("Gosh, isn't Y/N just so wonderful?" "Yeah, not sure why she chose you when she had other options." "Hey! Out of pocket! We're perfect for each other." Satoru would then scoot over to Shoko and pout, "so what were the other options?")

Boyfriend!Satoru who relishes in compliments and attention of others, but if it crosses a certain line and becomes flirtatious he will instantly give them the cold shoulder. (Only you can flirt with him!!! And to be honest, you aren't exactly jealous when that happens, which somehow makes everything worse. "Baby, didn't you hear what she said to me?" "Hmm, oh yeah" "Aren't you upset by it?" "Well, you are sinfully handsome." "I—ah—ohgodshejustcomplimentedme—but that's not the issue!!!" "???" "I NEED YOU TO NEED ME.")

Boyfriend!Satoru who just wants to take care of you, be with you, and cherish you, but he also respects and admires your independence, strength, and how you have your own goals, it was one of the many things that had drawn him to you in the first place

Boyfriend!Satoru who feels so safe around you. You are his constant, and his only rock. Before you, he never felt like he could rely on anyone else. That's why he swears he will never let you go. ("Satoru, what are you snickering about?" "Hmm, nothing, just thinking about how you're trapped with me…forever." "You're weird." "Only a weirdo for you! You love me." "..." "Right???" "Of course, silly." "Oh, thank god.")

Boyfriend!Satoru who feels like the world is ending when you're upset or crying. He is ready to commit murder on whoever made you feel that way, but if the source is him (it happens) then he just feels like throwing himself into an abyss

Boyfriend!Satoru who when having a down day would still put on a smiling face, it wasn't that he is trying to hide it from you, but it was a habit that he can't break after many years of being like this. You would immediately know when you see that his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. You would capture his face in your hands and brush your thumb over his cheek. He would give in and surrender to your touch, no words are needed.

Boyfriend!Satoru who would definitely watch Bridgerton, Love Island, Love is Blind, Real Housewives, etc., with you, and could sometimes be even be more enthusiastic about it than you. ("Y/N, I burn for you." "I—you ruined it, Satoru." "Hmph, well, I'm gonna go two for two and ruin something else tonight.")

Boyfriend!Satoru who doesn't cook much, not because he can't but he's never really had to and therefore, never really tried. He does make a divine beef stew, but that was only because he tried to impress you when the two of you first dated, and you complimented him - so from that day forward he perfected the dish. Usually, it's going out for food, takeout, or you do the cooking.

Boyfriend!Satoru who can't keep his hands off of you, not just in a sexual way, but he would always find a reason to touch you, or to hold you. Definitely the type where if you were seated beside him, whether it was dinner outing, or group setting, he would have his arm lounging behind the back of your chair, while drawing circles on your back with his thumb. He also helps you dry your hair often.

Boyfriend!Satoru who is an EDM junkie, and a hardcore Swiftie ("AND IT'S NEW, SHAPE OF YOUR BODY IT'S BLUE—" "Satoru, ow, you're pulling on my hair." "Oops, sorry darling, heh.")

Boyfriend!Satoru who lowkey daydreams about you carrying him bridal style into the reception hall when they introduce the 'Mr & Mrs'. He thinks it would be hilarious because of the size difference, and he could also brag about how strong his woman is. ("Have you met the strongest? Because it's definitely not me, it's my wife.")

Boyfriend!Satoru who doesn't care if you don't want to take his last name, but if you don't then he'll take yours when the two of you get married. In all honesty, he is leaning more towards taking yours. ("Mr. Gojo? I beg your finest pardon?? It's Mr. Y/L/N, I'll have you know I'm a married man now. A husband." "Relax, Satoru, it's just a telemarketer…")

Boyfriend!Satoru who still has a functioning 1st gen Garurumon Digivice that is safely tucked in his desk. ("Satoru, I can't believe you still have this, and it's in such good condition too?" "Of course, it's my most prized possession!")

[xechu]

Lacestacy

♡︎ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 3.4K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, swearing, nsfw

♡︎ Tags: one shot, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your boyfriend gets riled up over a pair of lacey underwear, who would have known?

A/N: The start of this fic was inspired by one of Sakimenz's Gojo artwork (iykyk). You can visit her Patreon and socials (IG, TikTok) for more of her work.

Gojo drawing on this banner by: kb_EIJ on X.

Bow and lace dividers by: dollywons on tumblr.

I appreciate you stopping by and giving my first post a read. I told myself I will only release my first post after I have three writing pieces solidified, so more to come. Thank you so much. x

"You're doing this on purpose!!!" was the first text you received from Satoru an hour into your workday. You could practically hear him huffing and puffing from the other side of the screen.

"Doing what??" you replied, slightly amused by his outburst.

"Don't play coy with me, sweetheart. (It's working, though)" he responded.

You rolled your eyes—lovingly, of course—but it was only 10:00 AM, and you hadn't even finished your coffee yet. Your mind was far from the detective headspace required to decipher your boyfriend's vague messages.

"Not sure what you're talking about, love," you messaged back.

You saw that he had read your message, but he didn't reply. About fifteen minutes later, another message comes through.

"Like my new blindfold? ;)"

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You swiped open the image, and your eyes grew wide. Heat rushed to your ears and cheeks. Quickly, you scanned your surroundings to ensure no one was watching. That cheeky bastard! He knew exactly what he was doing. You could practically hear him chuckling as he sent the photo.

Satoru took a picture of him casually stretching your lacey black panty across his eyes. He was only in his boxers, and you could see that he had his hard on, the tip ever so slightly peeking out of the waistband. That was the underwear that you had carelessly tossed aside last night when the two of you were embroiled in the usual bedroom activities.

"Satoru! You know I'm at work!" you texted back.

"You haven't answered me - do you like it, baby?"

"You're insufferable."

"Oh, yeah? And whose fault is that?" He teased, knowing you meant 'a thousand times yes'.

You were about to shoot another message when—

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"This will do for now, but you'll have to take responsibility when you get home~~~"

You nearly fell out of your seat.

Your boyfriend was now sending you a full on nude, with your panties wrapped around his hard cock. A pooling sensation surged in your core. You were tempted to give in and just tell your boss you had to go home because you 'weren't feeling well', but as the saying goes: absence makes the heart grow fonder.

You mustered all the self-restraint you had and replied "I'll think about it", knowing it would probably rile him up even more.

Two could play at this game, you snickered.

-

Later that evening, when you returned to your shared home, you were greeted by complete darkness. You dropped your keys in the bowl at the front foyer and stepped into the living room.

"Satoru?" you called out, but there was no answer.

Was he pulling some kind of prank? You peered into your room but couldn't find him. He hadn’t mentioned going out to pick up dinner either, which was unusual for him.

Not overly concerned just yet, you decided to hang up your coat and drop off the rest of your belongings. You peeked into the fridge to see what you could whip up for dinner.

An hour later, your meal was nearly ready, but there was still no sign of Satoru. Worry began to creep in. You tried calling him, but there was no answer.

"Toru, where did you go? Dinner's ready," you texted.

Just as you began taking out the plates, you heard the front door click open. You turned around, spotting him all sweaty and disheveled; it was apparent he had gone for a run. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts that clung to his athletic frame.

"Oh, you're home! I was starting to worry—" You began, but before you could finish, Satoru closed the gap between you with a few long strides. His lips crashed onto yours as he slipped his tongue down your throat.

"Satoru!" You gasped, your lips parting in surprise.

"You've been terribly mean to me today," he pouted, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

It was hard to keep a straight face seeing Satoru like this—a 6'3" man built like a god, and somehow his Achilles heel was a stray panty.

"Have I?" you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Was not bringing dinner home your way of payback?"

"Child's play." He scoffed, "I have other ways of payback," he smirked, his eyes darkened with eagerness.

You laughed as he planted kisses down your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.

"You’ve left me pent up all day; I had to go for a two-hour run. I meant it when I said you’d have to take responsibility," he whispered huskily. His arms were pinned beside you, caging you between him and the counter. You swallowed hard, feeling a lump in your throat.

"God, how are you always so irresistible?" he murmured as he kissed your neck and collarbone, inhaling your scent. He tossed off your apron and began to unzip your trousers.

"Satoru, wait," you tried to push back. "Why don’t we finish dinner first?"

"No." He growled, "Dinner can wait; I can’t."

With that, he propped you up on the counter, quickly removing your pants. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of you wearing a white lace panty this time. He swore you planned this from the start. When had his sweet little darling become such a sly minx?

"Are you sure you didn’t do this on purpose, sweetheart?" he mused, his pupils fully blown as he looked up at you. His fingers rubbed against your clothed core, already damp and eager, revealing how much you wanted this.

You gasped and nodded.

"Do you want me as badly as I want you?"

"Yes, Toru. I want you." You looked up at him with innocent eyes, and your soft lips perfectly agape.

So damn cute. He thought as he licked his lips, it was difficult to exercise control when you're looking at him like this.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that. Prove it." Satoru challenged playfully.

In a moment of boldness, you crashed your lips against his, pouring out the desire within you. You moaned as he continued to toy with your drenched sex. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he seemed to understand your unspoken request. He scooped you up and carried you into the bedroom.

-

Satoru tossed you onto the bed, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse. The lacy edges of your matching bra teased him. You looked so good all the time, he couldn't help but picture the glances you'd get from the colleagues at your workplace. The thought of some uncouth man or woman ogling you made his blood boil. Oh, how he wished you'd quit your job and let him take care of you, but he loved and respected you too much to ask. He was a sucker for you, and he wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to you.

With your blouse gone, you lay before him in your matching lace underwear. He knew this night was going to be a slow and agonizing delight for both of you.

You caught Satoru staring, his eyes transfixed, and your heart raced as a flush crept across your skin. Even after all this time together, he still had the power to make you feel like it was your first time.

"T-Toru, stop staring," you blushed, feeling suddenly shy.

"But you're so breathtaking," he breathed, his voice thick as he tugged his t-shirt over his head. "Why shouldn't I admire my beautiful girl?"

Satoru decided to start his worship from the bottom up. He placed kisses on your feet and ankles, before making his way up your legs, peppering kisses and nips on your inner thighs—marks that were sure to linger. When he reached your clothed core, he buried his face between your legs, kissing and inhaling deeply.

"Your scent drives me insane," he groaned, his words sending a shiver through you.

"Toru—!" You squirmed, a mix of pleasure and self-consciousness. You tried to pry his head away, but he tightened his grip on your thighs, holding you in place.

"Relax, sweetheart. You're perfect," he cooed softly, soothing your worries.

Your mind spun as you panted; he hadn't even truly begun, and already you were dizzy with need.

Satoru continued his slow ascent, worshipping your body as he went, proving that you were his goddess.

Finally, he unclasped your bra, releasing your breasts. He groaned at the sight and wasted no time tending to them as he sucked, and nipped.

"Hah—Satoru," you sighed, pleasure coursing through you.

-

In Satoru's eyes, you were perfection. He had committed himself to memorizing every inch of you inside and out. Your body a temple, you his religion, and he—your most devout follower. But, if he really had to choose, his secret preference lay with your breasts. He swore up and down that he would carry this secret to his grave. Still, you already guessed as much, considering the amount of attention he gave it—during your intimacies, after, and even outside the bedroom.

Often, while watching television, his hands would roam to your chest. When you cooked and he offered to 'help’, he'd end up standing behind you, groping you and kissing your neck instead. Many nights, you'd wake to his arms wrapped around you, his hands sneaking under your shirt to cup your breasts as he slept. At first, you thought he was awake, but each time, you'd find him deeply asleep.

Now, in the bedroom, Satoru was engrossed, playing and sucking, while his clothed hardness grind into you. The friction was intense.

"S-Satoru—!" You whined, pleasure spiraling. "If you keep— I'm going to—"

He quickened his pace, grinding against you as his face remained nestled between your chest.

You cried out as your first orgasm crashed over you. Your panties, already damp, now felt sticky against your skin. The wet squelches of your intimacy filled the air.

"Satoru," your voice raspy, "it's getting sore."

He lifted his mouth from your breasts and looked at you with concern. Your buds, red and swollen from his attention. He wanted to keep going, but...

"Are they uncomfortable?" he asked, gently tugging at the waistband of your underwear. You nodded. They were drenched, clinging to your body, so he hooked his fingers under them and flung them across the room.

“You’re so wet, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He teased, but secretly, he relished this accomplishment—the power to unwind you with just his touch.

His fingers slid into you with ease, your juices coating them. To Satoru, there was no better high than the taste of you, the feel of you. He found your clit, sucking and teasing it while working his fingers inside you. He reveled in the pure pleasure on your face.

“Oh,” you sighed, your eyes closed as you surrendered to the waves of bliss.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

You nodded, unable to form much words. “Very much—hah, don't stop.”

He hummed in satisfaction, the sound of your slick and wetness was music to his ears.

“I’m the only one who gets to know every inch of you,” he growled, possessiveness lacing his words. He wanted to brand you as his.

"Tell me," he practically begged, his voice thick with desire, "I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. Promise me it's only me, sweetheart."

"It's only you, Satoru," you cried out, the intensity building. "It'll always only be you."

Satoru slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his lips tasting of your essence. At the same time, his long fingers moved relentlessly within you, hitting your sweet spot. The pure shock of ecstasy made you jolt, breaking away from his kiss; a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

Your scream filled the room as the familiar coil of your orgasm threatened to consume you once more. “I-I’m close, Satoru! I’m cumming!" Tears rolled down your cheeks, mingling with the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you. He continued to finger you through your orgasm while muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I swear I'm about to explode just from seeing how much you're enjoying this." Satoru groaned, his desire evident. He stood up, stripping off his pants and boxers, his member springing free, hard and ready. He moved to the side table to retrieve a condom—

"No, Toru, I don't want you to use it," you whispered, your voice laced with need as you grabbed his hand.

Satoru's eyes widened at your request, his throat suddenly dry. His heart pounded against his ribcage, threatening to burst through his chest. Could this be his lucky day? Was he dreaming?

"Really, sweetheart? Are you sure?" he managed, his voice hoarse.

"Yes," you replied shyly, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I want to feel you."

And in that moment Satoru's restraint snapped like a twig.

"You don't know what you do to me. I'm gonna go insane." Satoru's voice was strained with lust. "I’m warning you, no matter how much you cry and beg me to stop, I won't."

He grabbed your ankles, parting your legs, and without further warning, he plunged his full length into you.

Your eyes flew open at the sensation of being stuffed to the hilt.

"Fuck," Satoru closed his eyes, his entire body trembling as he savored the sensation. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect. Made just for me."

He began thrusting in and out of you, like a frenzied animal driven by primal instincts. He watched intently as his cock slid out of you and then plunged back in, over and over.

"S-Satoru, too deep—you're too deep," you hiccuped, the feeling almost overwhelming.

Satoru was lost in his own ecstasy, his senses heightened, and he didn't hear your plea.

"Ngh—" you cried out with each thrust, overwhelmed by the force of his passion. You reached for his hand, and he noticed, immediately releasing your ankle to capture your hand in his. He released your other ankle as well, leaning into you and pinning both your hands to the mattress on either side of your head. His hips kept your legs apart, ensuring he remained deep within you.

"I'm going fucking crazy," he groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Only you can make me feel this way, you know that?"

You could only shut your eyes and whimper as the sheer force and his size sent you spiraling.

"Do you—hah—know that, my love?" he repeated, his voice strained as he neared his own release.

"Y-yes," you breathed, tears of pleasure trickling down your face.

"Shit, shit, shit. I'm cumming—ngh," he stuttered, his voice quivering. "Take it all, take it like a good girl." His thrusts became erratic, and then he slammed into you one final time, his seed pumping into you.

"Ah—Satoru!" you moaned, feeling his hot spurts inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, momentarily spent, his cock still nestled inside your warmth. He propped himself up slightly and looked at you, brushing away the stray hairs that clung to your damp face and wiping away your tears.

"Are you ok, sweetheart?" he panted, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You nodded, still catching your breath. "I'm fine...it felt really good." You smiled softly and caressed his face, your affection for him overflowing.

Your words sent a thrill through him, and he felt his cock twitch and harden again within you.

Satoru smiled, leaning in to kiss the palm of your hand. “You’re so good for me.”

He withdrew from you, and you whimpered at the sensation of his cock sliding out, his cum already starting to leak from your hole. He slid his fingers back into you, catching the excess and pushing it back inside.

"We're not finished yet," he smirked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Standing, he guided you to your feet. When he was sure you were steady, he made his way to the top of the bed and sat upright against the headboard.

"Come here," he invited, his voice husky. "I know you love having your way with me." He pulled you closer and gently positioned you, guiding your hips until your entrance aligned with his cock. Then, slowly, he let you sink down onto him your breath hitching as he filled you to the brim. Starting with a slow, sensuous rhythm, you rode him, reveling in the way he groaned your name. His eyes were locked on yours, filled with raw desire.

"You're so tight, sweetheart. You feel incredible," he rasped, his hands sliding up your waist to cup your breasts, thumbs grazing your sensitive buds. "I can't get enough of you.”

As you moved above him, Satoru raised his head to capture one taut bud between his lips, flicking his tongue over it while his teeth gently tugged. His hands continued their journey on your body, leaving no inch unexplored.

Increasing the pace, you shifted your hips with more urgency, riding him with purpose. The sounds of your intimacy filled the room, accompanied by your breathy moans and his guttural groans.

"You're gonna make me cum," he warned, his voice tight with pleasure. "Fuck, I can't hold it much longer."

Encouraged by his plea, you quickened your pace, wanting to feel him lose control deep within you. The sensation of his thickness stretching you, along with the primal energy that radiated from him, pushed you closer to the edge.

Satoru's grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust up to meet your movements. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're milking me dry," he grunted, his eyes burning with passion.

"Don't hold back," you panted, your eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

He groaned in response, his restraint snapping. His hands moved from your breasts to your hips, pulling you down harder onto him with each thrust. His cock reached deep, hitting that sweet spot that made your knees weak and your breath catch.

"Satoru!" you cried out, your body tensing. "I-I'm close. Don't stop!"

"I won't," he promised, his voice raw and strained. "Cum with me, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart around me."

With a few more perfectly placed thrusts, you tumbled over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, causing your body to tremble and your walls to clench and release around him in rhythmic pulses. Satoru followed suit, his eyes squeezed shut as he unleashed his release, pumping his essence into you once again.

Entangled in a mess of limbs, you both fought to catch your breath, basking in the aftermath of your intense orgasms. You leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to his chest as he cradled your head to his heart, his fingers gently combing through your hair.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice tender and filled with adoration.

You smiled into his skin, your body still humming with pleasure. "I love you, too."

-

Snuggled up together, the warmth of the shower still lingering on your skin, you let out a soft giggle, burrowing closer into Satoru's embrace.

"What's so funny?" he murmurs, his voice laced with sleepiness and contentment. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer.

You shake your head, your face tucked into the curve of his neck, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. "Nothing," you reply, your breath tickling his skin.

Unbeknownst to Satoru, it had been your subtle intention to leave your panty so he could find it, a mischievous ploy to get him riled up. And clearly, it had been successful.

"Are you sure?" he prods gently, his curiosity sparking. "You seem pretty happy about something."

You lift your head to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe I'm just happy to be here with you," you respond, your voice laced with affection. "Can't a girl be happy without a reason?"

Satoru's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, his thumb tracing patterns on your bare arm. "Of course," he concedes, his tone playful. "But why do I have a feeling there's something more to it—what are you hiding from me, hm?"

For a moment you considered revealing it all to him—the mischievous scheme that had played out so perfectly. But you decided against it. After all, keeping this a little secret won't hurt.

"I'm just feeling extra playful today," you tease, your eyes held a glimmer of mischief. "And maybe it has something to do with my boyfriend’s irresistible charm."

Satoru's smile widens, his eyes reflecting the love and attraction between you. He pulls you closer, his body molding perfectly to yours.

"In that case," he murmurs, his lips brushing yours, "I'll have to make sure I keep doing whatever it is that's making you so happy."

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[xechu]

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Currently obsessing over: Jujutsu Kaisen, Love and Deepspace, and Honkai Star Rail.

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Current games: Honkai Star Rail, Love and Deepspace, Baldur's Gate 3

My music rotation: Deftones, ThxSoMch, Sleep Token, Arctic Monkeys, The 1975, d4vd

Favorite JJK character: Gojo and Sukuna. I can't choose.

Favorite LADS character: I'm a Sylus girlie through and through.

Favorite HSR character: BOOTHILL. YEEHAW

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MY WORKS ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

🔞 = nsfw | ✨ = sfw | ☁️ = fluff | 💕= smut | 💔 = angst | ✅ = completed | ➡️ = ongoing

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Oneshots ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Lacestacy - boyfriend!satoru gojo x fem!reader 🔞💕☁️

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Silent Night - boyfriend!satoru gojo x fem!reader 🔞💕☁️

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Warm on a Cold Night - exboyfriend!ryomen sukuna x fem!reader 🔞💕

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Headcanons ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ boyfriend!satoru gojo ✨

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Series ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Devour - heian era!sukuna x fem!reader 🔞💔💕➡️ Update: Chapter 1 just released! Chapter 2 coming soon - Jan 9th @ 12:00 PM EST

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