vani

ryomen sukuna was off limits.

all the cheerleaders knew it. all his fellow jocks knew it. hell even the younger female professors, who couldn't help but stare at him , knew it.

he is built like a greek god and acts like a retired sergeant. no one can tear their gaze off him when he is on the field , and yet no one truly dares to approach him when he is off the field either.

he has a nasty personality that doesn't shy away from saying "fuck off " right on the face of even the prettiest cheerleader—hence shattering her confidence completely. rumours even suggested that said girl never dared confess to anyone ever again.

you were just a happy go lucky.

sweet dresses, pretty jewellery, neat hair. you were just a girl with a sweet, slightly clueless personality. everyone's friend and enemy of none and so on and so forth.

you had your own circle of close people—even though one could count them on the phalanges of a single digit.

a different world from the one in which the formidable campus king ruled.

hell, no one could have ever suspected in a million years that ryomen sukuna would cross paths with you. or that he would , quite literally, trip over himself while he watched you feed a stray kitten.

who would have known that his eyes would track your easy smiles and register your presence in every room you entered.

and that he would carry you out of a frat party, drunken and smiling and giggling into his chest, all the while safely nestled in his arms, as if you had him wrapped around your little fingers.

in all honesty, you did.

the ryomen sukuna was in love

with you .

you, who wished on airplanes and made it a regular habit of quizzing him about the various shapes he could decipher from the clouds above.

you , to whom laughs came easily. you who was happy with giving away your meals to stray animals.

no one expected the formidable captain would be so besotted with a girl .

ryomen who never gave any woman the time of his day , would become so enamored by you that he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze off of you.

the students would gape openly when they saw him waiting for you outside your class, walking with you to your next class.

or the bomb—gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

ryomen sukuna did not do soft or sweet.

but he did... apparently. for you. with you.

ryomen sukuna didn't let random girls kiss his cheek. but you weren't a random girl. you were his girl.

so his teammates stared slack jawed at the light lipstick stained kiss on his cheek—averting their gazes before they could be faced with his wrath for staring too long.

ryomen sukuna didn't carry other girls baggage for them. so why were his arms full of art supplies and projects even though his major had absolutely nothing to do with it?

it was called being smitten, ofcourse .

with you.

who , for ryomen, hung the stars and moon in his sky.

Imagine thinking you've found someone who might actually care for you in such way you never have been before

Because I bet she lured him in with kindness and comfort.

Moonjo who is basically his moms caretaker at 6. Suffers from her mood swings and abuse but loves her all the same cause she tells him thats just how love is. Painful.

And then years later miss eom shows up. A sweet older lady whos nothing like the others in town that only sneer at him whisper about his mother or simply act like he doesnt exist.

She brings him sweets and brings him to the park helps with his school work and holds his hand when they cross the street. All while asking for nothing in return. Never acting different the next day. Like someone actually saw him and the ugly thing inside him but huged him all the same. Its new its scary and moonjo cant help but walk right into her trap.

Hindsight is 20/20 and hes not blind to her tactics anymore knows now he is nothing more than a powerful pawn for her.

bleehhh can't sleep and i made up this scenario w fratkuna sooooooooocontains college au frat!ryomen sukuna x midsize!fem!reader; themes of harrassment (the culprit is naoya bc i saw his ass in the manga😐), ryo is like ur knight but not in the toxic alpha male way ew & he punches a guy, & i'm using the hcs that toji, choso, & geto are all in a frat with him + the gojo twins are present (honorable mentions for twins satoshi "fratjo" gojo and satoru nerdjo🫶) and everyone goes to 'tokyo college of jujutsu tech', and dw it turns into fluff n comfort—btw this is noooottt proofread

"girl, you're really cute."

another nervous giggle, playing with a lock of your hair. jesus christ, you just wanted to get out of that fucking western poetry class.

you'd only taken the class because you needed a humanities elective, and it had looked interesting! unfortunately for you, though, every guy who thought they were a major philosopher and the next unbiological love child of nietzsche had also taken the class! and sadly, you had caught the attention of one of those guys—naoya zenin, one of the dean's relatives.

he was toji's cousin, you knew, and toji was your boyfriend's frat brother... so maybe you were fine? you tried to convince yourself you were as you sped walked out the door, naoya hot on your trail with a sleazy grin and a mouth full of harrassment.

sukuna sprawled out on your shared bed, two arms above his head, one across his stomach, and another lied idly on your thigh. his hair was messy, strands all over the place, and a few somehow shaped into bangs over his forehead. his stomach-mouth was open, softly snoring while showing off his large fangs.

and although he looked so comfortable, and the moonlight softly shone through the curtains of your quarters, you took a minute to leave. softly, you moved his large hand off your thigh, placing it close to where you slept instead.

after you’ve quietly retreated to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, sukuna almost immediately woke up from the loss of your touch.

he softly grumbled when he didn’t feel your body warmth, then he grabbed at what he wanted to be you, but instead met with sheets.

a huff escaped him, and he turned onto his side with a groan, half sitting up and using a hand to prop himself up.

“wife..” he called out, mumbling with his natural rough voice, a frown appearing on his face.

and almost as if you could sense how he already missed you dearly, not knowing how long you’d been gone, you slowly creaked the door open, walking in with a glass of water. as you sat it on the nightstand, your heart ached as sukuna blearily stared up at you with half-lidded eyes. he slowly blinked up at you like a cat, and his hair stuck up in many different directions.

some drool escaped the corner of his mouth, and you smiled. he probably didn’t even notice.

finally, you climbed into bed again, softly mumbling, “i know, i’m here,” with a smile as he already began reaching towards you to pull you closer.

your hand found his chest, and you rubbed comforting circles on his tattoos as you left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. before you could pull away, he softly nudged your head with his, letting out a soft sigh as his hand found your back.

but you reached up, hand finding his hair as you play with it. he pushed his head into your hand, asking for more touch.

“you have bed head hair,” you whispered as his eyes nearly closed.

but he murmured, shaking his head with a pout, “i do not,” he let out a dramatic huff, glaring at you with all four eyes.

“whatever you say, honey,” you mumbled as you looked down at him, hand still running through his hair.

and within seconds, he’s asleep as quickly as he woke up. this time, he’s lulled to sleep by your touch. he’s right where he wants to be, falling asleep every night in the arms of his wife.

ib this art by sukunaglazer23 on twt he’s so adorable oml

it was 6am on the dot, you woke up and saw kento still asleep next to you and you got an idea. you pulled his arms from around you softly and giggled as you left the bed.

you stood at the bathroom counter, it was cluttered with skincare, makeup products, and an obnoxiously large bombshell curling rod. you had half your makeup on as you multitasked on your hair as well. you smiled at yourself as you sat in front of the mirror.

the sound of footsteps approached from behind you as kento creaked the door open in just his boxers.

“what’ya doing? you got girls plans today?” kento whispered, his groggy and rough voice sending a jolt of electricity straight to your inner thighs. he placed kisses all across your neck, subconsciously giving you hickeys.

you stared at him with a deadpan expression and his confused expression almost made you burst out laughing. it looked like he was trying to remember every single important event in his life.

anniversary?

birthday?

funeral?

party?

he couldn’t figure it out.

“you seriously forgot?” you asked him, playing the ‘angry wife’ part completely. “last night you told me that you would treat me for breakfast at the good spot we had our first date at. you specifically told me to be ready by 7:30.” you told him, complete seriousness in your voice as you lied badly.

“oh uhm yes, of course baby..! it must’ve just slipped my mind..” kento murmured under his breath while he ran his fingers through his dusty blonde hair.

you watched for an hour as kento looked absolutely stressed out, he pulled strings to get an early reservation, he picked out his nicest suit, orders flowers to the house and even pulled out his expensive berlutis. he did this all in the assumption that he’d forgotten the date that he swore on the night before.

“are you ready?” nanami called out to you from the foyer, holding a bouquet of pink orchids at 7:30 exactly. you came out of the bathroom to see your husband standing at the front door, perfectly polished as if he wasn’t just in full panic mode a few minutes ago.

at that moment, you couldn’t do anything but laugh. it started as a small giggle which grew louder and louder as you were in complete disbelief. kento on the other hand just stood there dumbfounded. absolutely confused.

“did i do something wrong?” he asked, putting on a small pout.

“nothing baby im just wondering. do you remember telling me about that date last night?” you asked him in a condescending tone, tilting your head to add on to the humiliation. your husbands face tinted a shade of pink as the realization hit. his face went through a cycle of fifty emotions at once, ending with amusement.

“huh.. youre really something, aint you..” nanami said as he walked towards you slowly, abandoning both his shoes and the flowers at the front door. he picked you up and hauled you over his broad shoulder.

“let go!” you yelled at him playfully, hitting at his back as you giggled. he placed a heavy smack on the span of the fat on your ass, laughing along with you.

"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.

"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.

"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.

"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."

"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.

he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."

you laughed.