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Drained

Toji fushiguro x f!reader x Ryomen Sukuna

Masterlist

Where reader finds herself trapped in loveless marriage with toji fushiguro who is still grieving for his late wife and that's when she meets her step-son's best friend's uncle Ryomen Sukuna.

Part 16

Clearing your throat, you took small, quiet steps into the house. Ahead of you, Shoko and Suguru were already making their way upstairs. Both of them carried massive, knowing grins on their faces, and you couldn't help but feel annoyed at the nerve Shoko had to call this a "casual fling" earlier.

"Don't you two fucking dare to fuck on my bed!" Sukuna’s voice suddenly boomed through the hallway, making you chuckle softly. Suguru simply waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder, already disappearing into the upper floor without looking back.

You glanced around the living room, noticing Kenjaku sitting alone on the couch, lost in thought and quietly smoking. Meanwhile, Sukuna and Choso were still deep in conversation near the kitchen. Feeling a bit out of place, you awkwardly drifted toward the kitchen counter. Choso noticed your approach first. Despite the lingering trace of annoyance etched onto his features from their conversation, his expression softened, and he offered you a small smile.

"Hey. Wassup?" Choso asked gently.

The warmth in his tone brought a genuine smile to your lips. "I'm doing fine, thank you. What about you? Where is Yuki by the way? I haven't seen her around." You tilted your head, looking around the immediate area for the familiar, vibrant blonde.

At the mention of her name, Choso rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, while Sukuna let out a low, rough grunt the closest thing to a laugh you were ever likely to get out of him.

"Mhm? Is everything alright?" you asked, leaning casually against the opposite side of the counter, placing yourself directly across from the two men.

"Poor Choso here might be getting dumped by his girlfriend" Sukuna said, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke into the air.

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. Wow. You had always looked at the two of them as the ideal couple, completely and utterly head over heels for each other. It was a stark reminder not to believe everything you saw from the outside.

"Why? What happened?" you asked quickly, looking between them.

"Well... she wanted to get married. And I just told her I needed more time" Choso murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. A part of you instantly sympathized, thinking that maybe Yuki was rushing things a bit. She could just wait, couldn't she?

"Wait until what? Until you’re an old, ugly as fuck grandpa who can barely clean his own shit?" Sukuna shot back, his expression genuinely annoyed. The sheer bluntness of his words made you want to laugh, but seeing how dead-serious the atmosphere was, you bit your inner cheek and kept a straight face.

"Man, fuck off" Choso snapped, grabbing a glass of beer and throwing it back in one long, desperate gulp. "If you were in my shoes, what would you have done? You’ll probably never even get married."

"Touche. I’d never get married," Sukuna countered smoothly, grabbing another glass and filling it up from a bottle. He slid it across the counter to you. You quickly shook your head, waving your hand in refusal. "It’s not alcohol. It's Sprite" he muttered gruffly.

A quiet warmth bloomed in your chest as you reached for the glass. He remembered that you didn't like alcohol.

Choso let out another long, defeated sigh. "Fucking fantastic. Now my own friend isn't even on my side. Y/n, what about you? You’re the experienced one here. How is married life treating you?"

Hiraeth

Ex!husbandKuna x f!reader

One year after your divorce, you run into your ex husband at a friend's birthday party. Neither of you expected to see each other again, and neither of you had prepared for the memories that come with it.

< Pervious part

Part 3

Sukuna took a deep, heavy breath before standing up. The sudden, looming movement made Samantha tense in her chair, her professional composure momentarily faltering. He stared down at his therapist, his expression unreadable, before deliberately stubbing out his cigarette on the wooden table. He shook his head, a dark scowl settling over his features.

"What happened?" Samantha asked.

She was a seasoned professional, used to dealing with volatile minds, but there were moments when she genuinely wondered what even went on inside Sukuna’s head. He was completely detached, living in a world entirely of his own

"Home" he stated flatly. He turned and began walking toward the exit, but paused at the threshold, glancing back over his shoulder. "Will pay you online."

With that, he vanished down the hall.

He walked out of the suffocating building where his soft-spoken therapist kept her office, the cool air hitting his face. He quickly mounted his bike, the engine roaring to life beneath him. As he pulled out into the street, a sudden, sharp memory hit him the phantom feeling of your arms wrapping tightly around his waist, holding onto him as he rode. There was a time when he felt that every single day.

He missed everything. He missed you so much it felt like a physical ache.

Ten minutes later, he parked the bike in the underground lot and stepped into the elevator. It had been five months since he moved into this new apartment. He simply couldn’t live in the old house anymore. It wasn't just his house it was yours, and every single square inch of it was a cruel reminder of what he had lost. The nursery had been the absolute worst.

In the final weeks before he left, he would lie on the floor of that empty room, overthinking every decision, mourning the small life that was supposed to be laughing and playing inside those pink walls. Eventually, it became too much. He physically couldn't walk past that door without the weight of the past crushing his chest.

So, he abandoned it. He didn't change a single thing... he just left the door locked and bought entirely new furniture for this apartment. A simple, stark place with only two bedrooms one for him, and one for Yuji. That was it. He couldn't bring himself to dismantle or redecorate the home you had built together, so he chose to leave it behind like a time capsule.

Three weeks

FratKuna x f!reader

Sukuna lost a bet and now he has three weeks to make you fall in love with him or he'll fail the exam along with his entire gang. Because after all you are the one who will help them at the exam.

Just one month and two weeks left until graduation.

The thought alone was enough to make you smile as you traced a finger over the spine of your heavy textbook. For the first time in your life, real independence felt like something you could actually touch. And soon you would be working a full time position as a graphic designer, finally earning your own money. You already had a mental list of all the things you wanted to buy, starting with the cute dresses, high heels, and outfits you usually had to pass up while living on a strict budget.

You weren’t a textbook nerd. you were just a girl who wanted to be successful. You worked because you had to. Your scholarship kept you in school, and your part time job at a small, quiet pet shop covered the rest. Life wasn't perfect your dad was a total asshole who contributed nothing but stress but you had carved out a peaceful existence despite him.

The only real flaw in your daily routine was the lingering ache of loneliness.

Whenever you wanted to hang out with your best friend, Shoko, she always seemed to be busy with Suguru. You knew without a doubt that if you voiced even a hint of loneliness, Shoko would drop Suguru in a heartbeat to come running to your side. But the crushing weight of guilt always stopped you. Why would you force your best friend to leave the person she loved just to keep your lonely ass company?

So, you learned to content yourself with your own company. You spent your evenings at the pet shop talking to the older ladies who came in, nursing sick animals back to health, drawing in your sketchbook, and baking small treats in your quiet apartment. For you, that comfort was enough.

And then, there was Ryomen Sukuna.

He was a total asshole. Sukuna walked through the campus corridors like he owned the whole world and honestly, maybe he did. He was terrifyingly intimidating, possessing a raw, dangerous presence that made even the largest men on campus look small and fragile in front of him. Not that he cared.

Sukuna focused his formidable energy on only a few things...frat parties, fucking around, smoking, drinking, and ruling over his circle of friends. His boys weren't exactly a good influence, though it was universally understood that Sukuna was the true bad influence driving the group forward.

"Who can steal the next test papers from the principal's office?" Kenjaku asked, sliding lazily down the side of the worn out frat house couch.

Sukuna took a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing a fierce amber before he carelessly stubbed it out in the overcrowded ashtray. "It's too risky right now" he muttered, his rough, gravelly voice cutting through the thick layer of smoke in the room. "They upgraded the locks."

Mahito let out an annoyed, dramatic sigh from the floor. "We could always ask that rich bastard Gojo for help."

Sukuna scoffed, a dark, dangerous sound vibrating in his chest. "Over my dead body. That arrogant fuck thinks he runs the place."

Kenjaku burst into a loud laugh. "He’s got the keys, though."

Drained

Toji fushiguro x f!reader x Ryomen Sukuna

Masterlist

Where reader finds herself trapped in loveless marriage with toji fushiguro who is still grieving for his late wife and that's when she meets her step-son's best friend's uncle Ryomen Sukuna.

Part 1

Marrying Toji Fushiguro wasn't the biggest regret of your life. Falling in love with him was.

It was a quiet, suffocating truth you carried every day. he could not give me the love you had yearned for over the last three years. It wasn’t because he lacked the capacity for affection, but because his heart was already occupied by a ghost.

You had seen the way he looked at the photograph of his late wife, Mamaguro. He kept her pictures hidden deep within the dark corners of his bedroom wardrobe like sacred relics, untouched by the dust of passing years. Tucked safely alongside them were the neat, yellowing ultrasounds of little Megumi. Sometimes, when the house was dead silent and the weight of his emotional absence pressed down on your chest, you wondered.

Maybe I am the other woman.

No. Not maybe. I was the other woman in Toji Fushiguro’s life, permanently eclipsed by a memory.

Yet, you were never an insecure woman, and you never will be. You knew exactly where you stood and the beauty you carried. The world never failed to remind me of it, either. Whenever you stepped outside, eyes followed you, whispers trailed in your wake, and invitations fell at your feet without the slightest effort on your part. You possessed everything a woman could want grace, intelligence, and an arresting presence.

And yet, stupid you. I fell in love with your own husband, a man who remained hopelessly marooned in his own grief, loving a dead woman as if she had never left the room.

You were twenty.six when you met him. You came from a distinguished family, one with deep, unyielding roots in high society and powerful connections that stretched all the way to the Zenin clan. Your father had been strict about my future. he insisted you finish my medical studies before even uttering the word marriage. He wanted his daughter to stand firmly on her own two feet.

And you did. You earned the title you had bled and sweated for through years of sleepless nights.

Doctor.

It felt powerful. It was entirely yours. But even that achievement couldn't grant you autonomy over your own destiny. In the end, your life was bartered away in an arranged marriage a cold, calculated transaction between two powerful dynasties seeking to consolidate their influence. A perfect business deal for everyone involved, except for you.

To this day, you still wonder what grand, unspoken benefit yout father received in exchange for marrying his only daughter off to a thirty one year old widower with a two year old child.

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papa!Kuna x f!reader

Domestic fluff, papakuna with his daughter Mimi

Part 1 part 2

Part 3

Sukuna stood by the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Mimi as she nursed with content, rhythmic quietness. He could swear his heart swelled to a painful, heavy size every single time he looked at his daughter. He loved Yuji fiercely Yuji was his firstborn, the boy who had taught him how to be a father but there was something about Mimi’s tiny presence that brought a sharp, unfiltered joy straight to his chest.

He loved being a dad. More than anything, he loved being a dad because you were the one by his side, the one who shared the weight and the warmth of these children.

With a soft, wet pop, Mimi let go of your breast She released a tiny, satisfied coo, her chest rising and falling with milk drunk happiness. You chuckled softly, your thumb gently brushing through her messy, vibrant pink hair to clear it from her forehead.

Lying flat on his side beside you, Sukuna propped his head up with one large hand, staring intently at the infant. Mimi blinked, her dark eyes focusing on her daddy for a long, quiet minute. A slow, familiar smirk spread across Sukuna’s face. He leaned down and tapped the tip of her button nose with a massive, tattooed finger, making her lips part into a wide smile. Instantly, her chubby arms reached upward, demanding him.

Sukuna moved with practiced efficiency, scooping her up and settling her small body over his broad shoulder to burp her.

"Now you’re all happy and full, huh?" Sukuna murmured. His voice dropped to a gravelly, affectionate rumble as he gently patted her back. He turned his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss against her small forehead.

You watched them, a quiet warmth settling over you as you began fastening the buttons of your blouse. Suddenly, Sukuna’s eyes snapped toward you, his gaze sharp and entirely serious.

"What do you think you're doing? It’s my turn to taste" he said, his face a mask of stern, unyielding demand that instantly broke your composure.

"Pfft-and who exactly is going to take care of Mimi while my big, strong husband nurses?" you teased, shifting your weight on the mattress

Sukuna let out a low grunt of annoyance, his chest vibrating against the baby. "You're forgetting we have Yuji."

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Lotus

Bsf FratKuna x f!reader

You met Ryomen Sukuna when the world was sixteen more like you both were dumb teens, a chaotic blur of loud lockers and lingering insecurity. He looked older than the rest hardened, sharp, and wearisomely mature. Bold, intricate tattoos mapped his skin, crawling up his neck and spanning across his face like ancient, definitive armor. To the rest of the school, he was a walking storm warning. To you, a quiet, fiercely private nerd who lived behind the safety of thick paperbacks and undisturbed corner.

He didn't leave you alone he used to bully you.But it wasn't the kind of cruelty that left you crying into your pillow at night. His brand of bullying was a strange, localized weather system meant solely for you. He ignored every other girl in your year, but the moment you crossed his path, his heavy boots would slow. A large, calloused hand would reach out, his thick fingers gently, almost thoughtfully, tugging at your hair just enough to tilt your head back.

"Still burrowing your nose into those pages, bookworm?" he’d drawl, his voice already carrying that gravelly, low register.

You would huff, swatting at him, but you never truly ran away. Because even then, beneath the mockery, his red dark eyes would trace your features with an intensity that made your breath catch. He was watching you. Always watching.

The shift happened on a rainy Tuesday during a mandatory parent teacher night. The classroom smelled of wet umbrellas and cheap floor wax. You sat in the hallway, waiting for your mother, when the raised voice of your homeroom teacher sliced through the quiet. She was standing over Sukuna, scolding him with a shrill anger because his parents hadn't shown up. Again. She accused him of delinquency, of hiding the notices, of being a lost cause who didn't care about his own future.

Sukuna just sat there, his long legs stretched out under the small desk, a look of profound, dead eyed boredom on his face. He didn't defend himself. He didn’t care.

But you did. You realized then that you had never once seen an adult with him. Driven by a sudden, aching curiosity, you followed him home that evening, keeping a safe distance through the winding alleys. You tracked him to the edge of the district, where a sprawling traditional estate sat in shadow. It was vast, beautiful, and utterly desolate. No lights were on. No dinner was cooking. He walked through the gates entirely alone.

The sheer loneliness of that massive house struck a chord deep in your chest. You wanted to comfort him, but you knew him well enough to recognize that pity was a currency Sukuna would violently reject. So you chose a different tactic.

The next day, you quietly slid half of your bento onto his desk. When midterm season arrived, you didn't offer him sympathy, you simply dropped a stack of neatly highlighted study guides into his lap, demanding he help you double check the formulas. And when your late night cram sessions at the cram school ended past ten, you’d walk out to find his tall silhouette leaning against the rusted streetlamp, a half-burnt cigarette dangling from his lips. He never said 'why' he was there. He’d just grunt, shove his hands into his pockets, and walk you home through the dark.

And you hated his habit of smoking too much, at that age but he never listened.

Slowly, imperceptible a fierce, unbreakable friendship bloomed

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Missed calls

Husbandkuna x f!reader

Reader finds herself in a heated argument with her husband, one that ends in tragedy neither of them saw coming.

(too much angst, mention of pregnancy)

Three years ago, your marriage to Ryomen Sukuna was nothing more than a ink and paper transaction. It wasn't born out of love, but out of a calculated arrangement between two elite, powerhouse families hungry for more wealth and influence.

Sukuna was the formidable heir and CEO of his father’s massive conglomerate, and your own father held an equally powerful corporate empire. The union was a flawless business deal, but a personal disaster. At first, the mutual disdain was palpable. You hated everything about him especially how his strikingly unique red eyes seemed to look right through you, and how his messy, pink hair had absolutely no right to look so effortlessly attractive.

Yet, against all odds, the friction melted. Slowly, quietly, and with a warmth that caught you both completely off guard, you fell deeply in love.

The morning sun filtered softly through the bedroom curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. It was only seven in the morning. You were tangled securely in Sukuna's heavy embrace, one of his massive hands resting possessively over your hip. He was snoring loudly, dead to the world.

A few months ago, you had taken maternity leave from your demanding job at the hospital. Now, you were two months pregnant with your first child.

You sighed softly, shifting against him. He was squeezing you so tightly it was nearly impossible to breathe, let alone sneak downstairs for breakfast.

"Ryo... move" you muttered, nudging his shoulder. "Ugh, come on." Instead of letting go, his grip only tightened, pulling you flush against his chest. You let out a defeated sigh.

He let out a low, gravelly grunt, his eyelids fluttering open. "Morning" he rasped, his voice thick with sleep. "Everything alright?"

"Move! I'm starving!" you half shouted, aiming a glare at him.

A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Yes, ma'am" he murmured playfully. He saluted you with a lazy smirk before suddenly shifting, hoisting you effortlessly into his arms and peppering your cheeks with kisses.

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PapaKuna x f!reader

Trying to tell your teenage son about you pregnancy

Part 1

Part 2

The Tv flickered with the low, steady hum of a lazy late night movie, casting long, soft shadows across the living room. You were curled up comfortably on Sukuna’s lap, the solid weight of his arms around you providing a familiar, grounded warmth. It was a rare, quiet interlude in the house, both of you simply waiting for your son, Yuji, to return home from dropping off his girlfriend.

"I really love Christian Bale" you murmured gently, your eyes fixed on the screen but your mind drifting.

"Oh yeah?" Sukuna grunted. A low rumble vibrated deep within his chest as his arms tightened possessively around your waist.

You let out a soft chuckle, leaning back farther against him, letting his steady rhythm soothe you. The comfort of his presence was absolute, a stark contrast to the fearsome reputation he carried outside these walls. With a deliberate movement, you reached for the remote and clicked the television off, turning fully in his lap to face him. He looked down at you, the harsh lines of his face softening into a small, remarkably gentle smile.

"Did you like Yuji's girlfriend?" you asked, searching his eyes.

Sukuna rested a large hand on your shoulder, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle against your skin before he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, drawing in your scent as if grounding himself.

"She’s a calm, normal girl" he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. "None of that fake nonsense. No trying to impress or butter anyone up. She comes from a good family too. She had good manners."

You leaned into his touch, but a lingering anxiety tightened in your chest. Your hand found its way into his soft, pink hair, your fingers gently weaving through the strands as you tried to find the right words.

"Are we... going to tell Yuji about the pregnancy?" You sighed, the words carrying a sudden weight of awkwardness and embarrassment.

Sukuna let out a long sigh against your neck before pulling back just enough to look you dead in the eye. "What's gotten into you? Of course we're going to tell him. Y/n, stop stressing over nothing, alright? There is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. There are some people who have children in their fifties"

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Throned Rose

Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

Your life changes forever when you are forced into a political marriage with Ryomen Sukuna, the King of cruses. To save your own kingdom you sacrifice yourself. But Becoming Sukuna's fourth wife is far from a fairy tale.

Part 1

You sat before a towering figure of a man surrounded by a sea of onlookers. Most of them were your own flesh and blood, your family, yet you had never felt more alone.

His piercing red eyes never once drifted toward you. His lips didn't twitch. he didn't smile. And you were more than glad for it. After all, your father was marrying you off to the most powerful, terrifying human alive if he could even be called a human at all.

Ryomen Sukuna.

You were adorned in a stark white marriage kimono, the most expensive garment you had ever worn in your life. It was a fair exchange in your father's eyes. your life in exchange for the kingdom’s freedom. A freedom that cost you your entire future.

But perhaps being married off to a monster was better than staying. In the eyes of your court, you were the unwanted daughter. You weren't like the other princesses. You were the daughter who spoke up for herself, the one who did exactly what she wanted, refusing to bow to expectations. Your mother had been a princess from a distant foreign land, which was why your features looked so starkly different from everyone else in the kingdom.

Yet, there was no denying that you were majestic. Divine, even.

Shifting slightly, you lifted your gaze to look at the man sitting cross-legged before you. His four massive arms looked terrifyingly powerful. It was a cruel irony, a man who had slaughtered half the kingdom was receiving better treatment than the eldest princess of the realm. But that was the reality of absolute power. If you were strong enough, the very people who despised you would crawl on their knees to touch your feet.

You, however, would never crawl. If you were forced to marry Ryomen Sukuna, you would rather find a way to kill him before he could ever kill you.

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Hiraeth

Ex husband Kuna x f!reader

Part 1

Part 2

The tears were already spilling over, hot and silent. You hated that you were crying in front of your ex-husband the only man you had ever loved so deeply because it made you feel so pathetic, a bitter ache settled in your chest. you hadn't even been able to defend your own honor, let alone the memory of your late baby. In the end, Sukuna had been the one to step up and handle it.

Wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand, you forced yourself to look away from him. But Sukuna was already staring. It was an old habit of his from when you were together whenever you spoke, or even when you were just standing near him, he would lock his gaze onto you as if he were trying to permanently memorize every single line of your face.

You used to love it.

Right now, though, the raw sorrow reflecting in his dark eyes was too much to bear. You didn't want him to feel pity for you. You didn't want him to feel any of this pain.

Fumbling with the zipper of your bag, you pulled out your phone, sniffing softly as you tried to open the Uber app. But before your trembling fingers could tap the screen, Sukuna spoke.

His voice was rough and gravelly, a grating edge left over from all the shouting and the violence he had unleashed on that disgusting woman. He was still radiating a tangible, dangerous heat that made him look intimidating and, despite everything, so much attractive.

"Hey. Come on, I’ll drop you off" he said.

You immediately shook your head, the embarrassment burning fresh in your throat. You had humiliated yourself enough in front of him tonight.

"Y/n" he said, his tone softening just a second "I won't bite. Just let me give you a ride. No funny business, I promise."

I promise. Hearing that word from him felt like a ghost from the old days. God, you missed everything about him. But the fragile remains of your pride wouldn’t let you admit it out loud.

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you gave a small, hesitant nod. You took a few tentative steps toward him until you were standing right in his shadow. As he stood up to his full height, towering over you, it became instantly clear why everyone else was terrified of him just by a single glance.

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Buckle up, ex husband Kuna coming soon

sukunaglazerrr

HusbandKuna x wife!reader

meeting your teenage son's girlfriend for the first time

Oneshot

The memory of the day you found out about Yuji still carried the terrifying scent of cheap convenience store pregnancy tests and overwhelming panic.

You were twenty years old. You were a college student, surviving on a scholarship, and desperately trying to keep your head above water to secure a place in med school. Sukuna was twenty, too a massive, volatile presence with no parents, and an attitude that usually kept the rest of the world at a distance. When the two pink lines appeared, the floor had felt like it was tilting beneath your feet. Your parents were traditional, uncompromising people. you knew the exact moment the words left your mouth, your relationship with them would burn to ash.

And it did.

You had sat on the edge of his bed, your fingers trembling so hard the plastic stick rattled against your knuckles. When you told him, your voice had been small, hollowed out by fear. "I'm going to get rid of it. I have to. My career, my parents... Ryo, we can't." Even though part of you wanted the kid so badly but you were scared.

Sukuna hadn't yelled. He hadn't panicked. he looked nervous

Instead, he had simply sat there on the mattress across from you, staring at you in a heavy silence that lasted for ten agonizing minutes. The clock on the wall had ticked with a deafening regularity while his dark red eyes tracked the line of your jaw, down to your throat, before finally settling on the flat expanse of your stomach.

Then, he had moved. His massive frame shifted, bridging the gap between you until he was kneeling on the floor between your knees. He didn't say a word as he lifted his large, rough hands already scarred from the street fights, pressed them completely flat against your lower abdomen. The heat of his palms had radiated through the thin cotton of your shirt.

He had looked up, his gaze locking onto yours with a terrifying, absolute gravity. "Do you want it?" he had asked, his voice lower and rougher than usual. "Because if you do... I can take care of you and my brat."

You had said yes. It was a stupid, reckless decision made by two kids who had nothing but each other, but you had never regretted it. Not even when your parents screamed, called you a disgrace, and threw you out of the house into the rain. Not even when they cut off the half of the med school tuition they had promised to pay, leaving you with nothing but your partial scholarship and a fierce, stubborn pride. You weren't the type to drop out. You weren't the type to give up.

But the reality of a changing body and a growing child had a way of grinding down even the biggest ego and pride you had in you

A few months into the pregnancy, you were sitting on the worn leather couch of Sukuna's home. The house he got from inheritance, which was the only thing good because you didn't had to pay so much bills

Your head was pressed against Sukuna’s bare chest, your ear aligned perfectly with the steady, heavy thud of his heart a sound that always made you feel like the world couldn't touch you. Your arm was wrapped tightly around his thick waist, while his heavy arm was draped over your shoulder, his large thumb absentmindedly rubbing your skin in slow, rhythmic circles while a movie played unnoticed on the television screen.

sukunaglazerrr

This fic has my whole heart ngl, I hope it doesn't flop

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HusbandKuna x wife!reader

meeting your teenage son's girlfriend for the first time

Oneshot

The memory of the day you found out about Yuji still carried the terrifying scent of cheap convenience store pregnancy tests and overwhelming panic.

And it did.

Sukuna hadn't yelled. He hadn't panicked. he looked nervous

But the reality of a changing body and a growing child had a way of grinding down even the biggest ego and pride you had in you

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BoxerToji! x f!reader

(slightly angst, forbidden love, fluff)

Oneshot

Your husband was a man who worshipped the ground you walked on. Today, looking back, you were glad that despite everyone in your life desperately warning you not to date him, you had followed your heart anyway. You knew exactly why they had been so against him from the start. Toji was four years older than you, his lifestyle was reckless, and he was actively struggling with a mountain of personal issues.

But you hadn't cared. When you first met him, you had both mutually agreed to keep things entirely casual just hookups and great sex, no strings attached. At least, that was the lie you both chose to believe at the time. Because certainly, casual hookups didn't involve Toji picking you up on his motorcycle to drive you around the city on late-night dates, nor did they involve you baking him fresh trays of cookies. But that was exactly what your "casual" arrangement looked like.

By the time you fully realized you had fallen deeply in love with him, your life was suddenly thrown into absolute chaos. Your traditional, unyielding father decided that the moment you graduated university, he was going to marry you off. When you broke the terrifying news to Toji, he went completely mad like super duper mad.

And that explosive reaction was the exact moment you discovered that he had fallen just as deeply, violently in love with you, too.

You were currently hunched over in your bedroom, speaking into your phone in panicked, frantic whispers so absolutely no one would overhear you. Fortunately, no one was actually home at the moment except for the family servants. Your father was an extraordinarily wealthy tycoon, and he had already arranged for you to be wed to the son of one of his most prominent business partners.

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Ex HusbandKuna x f!reader

One year after your divorce, you runs into your ex husband at a friend's birthday party. Neither of you expected to see each other again, and neither of you had prepared for the memories that come with it.

You and Sukuna had been married for three beautiful years, a time when your life felt completely over the moon. It was happy, peaceful, and everything you had ever wished for. In those early stages, you both thoroughly enjoyed your lives together. You went on endless dates and had sex in every location you could possibly think of.

Even on the kitchen counter and yeah even public bathroom, you never regret any of that.

That was your life with Sukuna laughing until your stomach physically hurt, sitting lazily on his lap, and watching cheesy romantic comedies. Even though he always complained that they were so boring and dramatic, you both had watched 'She’s the Man' at least six times, and he always watched it with full interest just because you were there.

He was a good man. Even though others constantly portrayed him as an arrogant asshole with an ego as high as the Burj Khalifa, or a ruthless bastard who would beat the shit out of anyone for looking at him wrong, he was never that way with you.

HusbandKuna x Reader who lost her memory

After a tragic accident erased your memories, you no longer remember the man you married. Unfortunately for you, Ryomen Sukuna remembers everything. And he'll do whatever it takes to make you remember him too.

Everything was so much weird.

When you first opened your eyes, the world was a blur of harsh lights and a rhythmic, annoying beep that made your head throb. A crowd of people were hovering over your bed, their faces twisted into expressions of pure horror and desperation. It felt like they were looking at a ghost or maybe a god that had suddenly fallen from the sky. The moment you blinked and stared back at them with blank, unrecognizing eyes, the room dissolved into quiet, breathless weeping.

You were completely utterly lost. Who was the woman with the dark circles under her eyes calling herself Shoko? Why was she gripping your hand like her entire world was ending? You knew your own name y/n echoed clearly in the empty caverns of your mind, but beyond that single fact, there was only a vast, terrifying void. You understood the modern world. you knew what a smartphone was, you recognized the concept of Wi-Fi, and when you mumbled those details, the doctors in the room let out collective, gasping sighs of relief.

But the real shock came twenty minutes later.

The heavy door to the hospital room burst open with a violent slam. A man lunged inside like a madman, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. You had never seen anyone look like him. His hair was a soft, striking shade of pastel pink so pretty and unexpected that you wondered for a fleeting second if he had dyed it just to stand out. Dark, intricate tattoos mapped across his skin, curling around his sharp cheekbones and framing his eyes. And those eyes... they were a piercing, burning red, swirling with a volatile mixture of terrifying rage and profound, shattering sadness.

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