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✩ content. 18+, subby! sukuna x fem! reader, hand-job.

sukuna who’s not used to being submissive.

he's supposed to be the one in control, the one who towers over everyone else. but here he is, the king of curses, sprawled out beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets as he tries to hold himself together. it's humiliating the way his body reacts to you, trembling under your touch, the way his lips part as soft, broken sounds slip out. he could stop you. he could pin you down and take control in an instant. but he doesn't. instead, he lets you lead, lets you ruin him, lets you see him like this.

he's shaking, his muscles tight as your lips trail down his chest. you're slow, taking your time as you kiss along the sharp ink etched into his skin. sukuna's breath stutters when you linger a little longer, brushing your tongue against the lines of a tattoo, and his head tips back against the pillow.

you can feel the tension in him. every time you touch him, his hips twitch and his fingers flex against the sheets, like he's holding back from grabbing you. it only makes you want to push him further.

when you reach the mouth on his stomach, it twitches. its teeth part slightly, a low groan rumbling from his lips, and sukuna curses under his breath as his hips jerk.

"fuck," he mutters, his voice hoarse. his hands clench tighter at his sides, like he doesn't trust himself to touch you.

you press your lips to the second mouth, letting your tongue skim its edge. sukuna's whole body jolts, a sharp gasp ripping from his throat. "stop teasing," he chokes out, but there's no weight behind the words.

"you're so sensitive," you say softly, brushing your lips over the edge of the second mouth again before kissing your way back up his body.

when you kiss him, his lips tremble against yours. they're soft, warm, and you feel the faintest whimper slip out when your tongue slides into his mouth. his hands finally come up to grab your hips. the grip is shaky, like he's grounding himself, and you smile into the kiss, knowing how much he's falling apart.

you pull back, just enough to look at him. his eyes are heavy-lidded, his chest heaving, and his lips are parted as though he wants to say something but can't get the words out. "you're so pretty like this," you murmur, brushing your fingers along his jaw.

his breath hitches, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "you're cruel," he mutters, voice raw and breaking.

"you love it," you whisper, your hand sliding lower.

he shudders when your fingers wrap around him, a strangled moan spilling from his lips as you stroke him slowly. he's hard, so sensitive it makes his hips twitch with every movement. his head falls back, his mouth opening as another broken gasp escapes him.

"fuck," he groans, the sound thick and desperate.

you tighten your grip, your thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the wetness already there. his hips stutter, chasing your touch, his breath catching with every stroke.

"please," he chokes out, and it sends heat pooling in your stomach. hearing sukuna beg like this feels unreal, but the way his body trembles under your hand is enough proof.

you move faster, stroking him with just enough pressure to push him over the edge. his hands cling to your waist, his fingers tightening as his moans grow louder and messier. his whole body tenses, and then he's falling apart, hips jerking up as he comes undone. a wrecked moan tears from his throat, his head tipping back as his chest heaves.

you don't stop, stroking him gently as he rides out the last tremors, his breath shaky and uneven. his hands loosen their grip, falling back to the sheets as his body sinks into the mattress. you press a soft kiss to his jaw, your hand brushing over his chest, and when his eyes flutter open, he looks wrecked. 

crimson eyes dark and hazy, his flushed skin matches the faint pink of his hair, damp from how hard you've pushed him. there's something raw in his gaze, something so vulnerable, and he looks at you like you've taken everything from him and he'd let you do it again.

an. i miss posting frequently but unfortunately posts are going to be slow because i started uni again and it’s hella stressful + i’m working too. i’ll definitely try my best to do two posts a week but it’ll most likely once a week or once every two weeks </3.

Y’all don’t realise how my face beamed at the first sign of angst. UNEXPECTED SURPRISE I LOVE ANGST YUMYYURSHSH👹😋

Ribeye with mashed potatoes

Being in a relationship with Sukuna had its challenges, especially when it came to his routines. So when you misplaced his gym bag by accident, it turned into a big deal. He was already thirty minutes late to his session—something he absolutely hated—and now, he was in a foul mood. Sukuna despised losing anything, even time.

He was petty about it too, giving you the silent treatment for an entire day. By the middle of the second day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

"Baby, I said I’m really sorry, mm? I swear I won’t touch it again, I swear on my heart," you pleaded, raising your hand in a promise.

Still, nothing. He didn’t even look at you. You had been racking your brain for a way to make him forgive you, and finally, you found the answer—food.

His favorite meal: ribeye steak, mashed potatoes, and a cold beer. He loved to eat, and if this didn’t fully earn his forgiveness, it would at least make him smirk. Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek—though he barely reacted—you rushed to grab your bag and keys, hurrying to your car to do some shopping.

Meanwhile, Sukuna had gone to take a nap, expecting to wake up and find you at home, doing whatever you normally did. Yeah, he was annoyed about the bag, but at this point, he knew he was just being grumpy. He also knew that from now on, you wouldn’t touch his stuff.

But when he woke up three hours later, you still weren’t home. No text. No call. Nothing. He couldn’t even check your location.

By the fifth hour, his stomach twisted in knots. Something felt wrong. The kind of wrong that sent a cold chill creeping down his spine. He was getting sick just thinking about it.

Then came a knock at the door.

When he opened it, he was met with two police officers, both looking tense. For a moment, they hesitated, almost startled by the sheer size of the man answering the door.

"Good afternoon, sir. Are you Ryomen Sukuna?" one of them asked.

"Yeah?" His voice was sharp, questioning. He didn’t have time for this—his mind was already racing. His heartbeat was erratic, pounding against his ribs. He just knew something wasn’t right. A dreadful, ice-cold sensation washed over his back.

"Sir, I’m really sorry to inform you, but we found a car registered to this residence crashed on the rode. Unfortunately… there were no survivors. The only things recovered were a phone and an identification card. We need you to come with us to identify the body. We’ll give you a minute."

The moment Sukuna heard "I’m sorry," his ears started ringing.

His chest tightened, fingers curling into fists. It felt like a cement block had been shoved down his throat, lodged deep in his lungs, leaving no room to breathe. No room to make a sound. His vision blurred at the edges, his mind rejecting the words being spoken to him.

He tried to blink—yeah. Any second now, he’d wake up from his nap. There was no other explanation. No. Life wouldn’t do this to him. No, yeah. He’d wake up, shake off this nightmare, run downstairs, and find you there. You’d smile at him, and he’d wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your neck, whispering apologies for being so damn spoiled—for getting mad over a fucking gym bag.

That was it. He’d been too spoiled, and this was just his wake-up call.

But he still wasn’t breathing. His vision swam, black spots creeping into the edges. He didn’t even feel himself swaying, but one of the officers must have noticed—because before he could crumble, a firm hand caught his arm, steadying him.

"Sukuna—sir, you need to sit down."

But he couldn’t move. Couldn’t listen.

Because this wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

It took the officers an hour to get Sukuna to calm down just enough. He hadn’t even been breathing properly—they had to teach him how to work his lungs again. Every inhale was jagged, every exhale was forced, as if his body had forgotten how to function.

They had seen a lot in their line of work, but watching this—this was something else entirely. On any normal day, with his looks and presence, he might’ve been a suspect. But right now? Right now, he just looked like a man who had lost everything.

What they didn’t see, however, was you.

You had managed to walk all the way home. It was a long journey—an hour by car, so you could only imagine how long it had taken on foot. Your body ached, exhaustion settling into your bones, but the moment you saw the flashing lights of a police car in front of your home, you pushed through.

Your pace quickened into a jog. Why were they here?

The front door was already open.

And then you saw him.

Sukuna was on the floor, sitting with his back against the wall, his face void of any color. Two officers knelt beside him, speaking to him in low, careful tones.

Your brows furrowed. Since when did he get buddy-buddy with the cops?

But then you saw the way he was gripping his own arms, his fingers digging into his skin like he was holding himself together by sheer force alone. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his eyes empty, like he wasn’t even seeing what was in front of him.

Something was very, very wrong.

It seemed none of them had noticed you yet, too caught up in whatever was happening inside. You stood there for a moment, confusion twisting in your gut before finally knocking on your own door.

"Excuse me… what is going on?"

The room fell into a deafening silence.

Sukuna’s head snapped up so fast it was almost inhuman. The officers turned, their expressions shifting from shock to pure disbelief.

But nothing—nothing—could compare to the way Sukuna looked at you.

At first, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared. Like his brain couldn’t process what his eyes were seeing. Like you were a ghost standing at the threshold of his grief.

Then, all at once, the tension in his body snapped. He was on his feet before you could blink, shoving past the officers like they weren’t even there.

"I—" His voice cracked, raw and broken. His breathing was still uneven, his chest heaving. "You’re—What—"

Before you could respond, he yanked you into him, burying his face in your neck. His entire body trembled against yours, gripping you so tightly it was as if he thought you'd slip away if he let go.

You had never been this confused before—until you felt it.

Sukuna was sobbing. Not the quiet, restrained kind. No, gut-wrenching, broken sobs wracked his entire body. His grip tightened, his weight pressing against you as if he had completely given up.

You had never seen him cry. Not like this. Sure, maybe a few tears at your wedding—happy ones. But now? His cries were raw, pained. The sound of it made your chest ache, your throat tighten. Unknowingly, your own tears welled up, threatening to spill as your hands instinctively cradled the back of his neck.

His legs buckled, bringing both of you to the ground, but he didn't let go. He couldn’t.

You ran your fingers through his hair, whispering softly, "It’s okay, love…it’s okay."

But it wasn’t okay. Not for him.

Sukuna only held you tighter, his ragged breathing hot against your skin. His entire body shook, and you could feel his heartbeat pounding erratically, as if he was still trying to convince himself that this was real—that you were real.

"I thought—" he gasped between sobs, his voice completely wrecked. "They said—they told me you were dead."

Your breath hitched.

Dead?

You pulled back just enough to see Sukuna’s face, his tear-streaked expression raw and panicked.

"Baby, I lost the car at the market," you began, voice shaking but determined to explain. "I parked it, but it was gone... my bag and my phone were in there too. I couldn’t report it right away."

You glanced at the officers behind him, their presence almost felt like a distant blur.

Sukuna was still tense, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, the emotions warring inside him. His grip on you hadn’t loosened and he wasn’t speaking. The air around him was still suffocating with the weight of his worry and pain.

The officer behind him spoke up, his voice professional but clearly aware of the severity of the situation.

"Ma’am, it seems there’s been a huge miscommunication. We found the car crashed on the road, and there was someone inside. The vehicle was registered to this address, and the identification card we found belonged to you. We came to inform your husband."

Sukuna’s body tensed all over again, his hands gripping you tighter as the weight of the officer's words settled over him like a crushing wave.

The air felt too thick. Your mind was still piecing together the disorienting puzzle, but one thing was clear: Sukuna wasn’t breathing any easier. His mind was still in a spiral, and even with the explanation, he wasn’t calming down.

"It’s okay, Suku." You whispered, trying to soothe him as much as yourself. "I’m here now. I’m really here."

But even as you spoke, he still couldn’t let go of you, his body shaking, struggling to grasp the reality that was just as twisted and confusing for him as it was for you.

The officer, sensing the tension in the air, took a small step back, choosing his words carefully. "Ma’am, it’s important that we make sure everything is resolved properly. We’ll need to keep an eye on the car accident, but… there’s nothing more we need from you at this point." At that they left, leaving you with sukuna who is in pieces.

You lay on the marble floor, gently rubbing his back, trying to soothe him. Just when you thought he’d calmed down, his body would shake again, and he’d sob. You felt a pang of guilt deep in your chest, knowing you were the cause of this.

"…over a gym bag," he muttered, his voice muffled against your neck. He repeated the words, as if trying to make sense of it all. "Why did you go? Why did you leave me?"

You tried to joke, desperate to ease the tension, to lighten the mood. "I was going to make you a ribeye steak with mashed potatoes and a cold beer. And beg on my knees to be forgiven by my lord husband."

There was a long silence. You felt him tense against you for a moment before he responded, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry you married someone like me, Y/N..."

The sincerity in his words hit you like a wave. You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your heart aching for him. Sukuna was not one to show weakness, yet here he was, completely undone. You knew he didn’t mean that—he was just lost in his guilt.

"Don’t say that," you whispered, cupping his face gently. Your thumb brushed over his skin, wiping away any trace of tears that still lingered. "I’m not sorry I married you. I’m sorry we let something so small get in the way of us."

He shook his head, his eyes clouded with doubt. "I messed up. I got mad over something so stupid."

You let out a soft sigh, your voice full of warmth. "It doesn’t matter. We both messed up."

"I felt like they took out my soul and burned it," he muttered, his voice strained with the weight of his emotions. "I... I don’t know how to bind you to me more than marriage. But it feels like none of it matters. How can I keep you forever? Should I build you a house in my heart? Make you tiny and keep you there, never letting you out of my sight again? Never."

His voice cracked with raw desperation, the vulnerability in his words almost unbearable. You could hear the depths of his fear—fear of losing you, of not being enough.

"I'm just so scared," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, "that I’m not enough. That I'll lose you."

You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his, your breath mingling. "You’re more than enough," you whispered. "You’re everything to me, Sukuna. Nothing’s going to change that."

His eyes, bloodshot and raw from the tears he’d shed, searched yours with an intensity that made your heart ache. He cupped your face gently, his touch almost reverent, as though he was afraid to touch you too much in case you vanished.

"You really mean that?" he asked, his voice cracking again, the uncertainty still hanging in the air.

"More than anything," you said, your hands moving to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your fingers. "You are my world, Sukuna. Always have been."

For a moment, there was only silence between you two, the weight of everything hanging in the space around you. Then, slowly, as if testing the waters, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss—slow, hesitant, as if he was afraid it might shatter everything.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours again, his breathing still shaky. "I don’t deserve you," he whispered.

"Don't say that," you murmured, your hands still tracing the lines of his chest, grounding him, reassuring him. He let out a shaky breath, his grip on you tightening. "Promise me you won’t leave. Promise me you won’t ever leave me."

"I promise," you said, the words filled with all the conviction in the world. "I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever."

And with that promise, he finally allowed himself to relax, his body leaning into yours as he exhaled a breath of relief.

When they see you in a crop top or bikini for the first time and you have washboard abs! (Crack, smut if you want) fem!reader

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toji fushiguro edition~

a/n: I think this might be my favorite edition. Toji is funny asf.

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context. they ask you to be rough!

ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo, ino takuma, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro

txt. shit its been a while since the last smau, sorry gang. but i have some ideas up my sleeve in correlation to this one 😈 also i may have deleted my app by accident....

satoru gojo.

suguru geto.

nanami kento.

choso kamo.

ino takuma.

toji fushiguro.

ryomen sukuna.

WHEN you subconciously manhandle them during average tasks. (Crack)

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(🫶🏻E.g. when in a bear hug, you casually lift them off their feet as you squeeze them tight)

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YES.

messy-haired Yuji with his mouth slightly open, drooling on your chest, with your hand caressing his tangled pink hair.

you let out a sigh, feeling his weight on your body as he was the most relaxed in your chest.

his eyes slowly opening, just to put his arms around your waist, "did you just wake up to hug me?" a little smirk grew on Yuji, nodding slightly, raising his leg and placing it on your hip, holding on to you like a koala.