#if Sukuna is the final battle

[gojonanami]

shinjuku really is the final arc huh 🥲🥲🥲

i really thought we would have a last arc about the merger

[stillfruit]

happy october 31st, shibuya incident / gojo sealing day

[thepersonperson]

Since Sukuna still has that final finger. Maybe that’s where we’ll get an afterlife scene or even a backstory? Yuji basically confirmed Sukuna is only like this because of circumstances. So…I would like to be shown those circumstances.

I’m ok with Sukuna dying and all the students surviving. But the execution of that has been so poorly paced and unsatisfying. Can I please get a proper grieving scene? Megumi and Nobara being all smiles at the Gojo letters is...weird.

I think there’s something to say about a manga where overwork/exploitation kills people having its mangaka rush the ending because of overwork/exploitation.

[gojooooo]

man i love open endings. the fact that thanks to yuuji there might indeed be the next time sukuna talks about in case some idiot decides to eat a finger again. and we need fics where yuuji is that idiot

[demon-blood-youths]

A Deadly Battle pt. 19 || The Deadly Battle begins

Hi everyone. I’m back on continuing the drabble for A Deadly Battle. This is part 19. This mini drabble series made by me and my lovely friend, @the-silver-peahen-residence. 

If you wanna read where this is going now; the chapters are down below

--- Chapters----

Part 12:  Deathly Lessons

Part 13: Near death experience

Part 14: Reawakening

Part 15: Yuji and Sukuna’s talk; his message

Part 16: Two More Lessons

Part 17: Final Countdown; a worried vision

Part 18: Returning home, the final game

-------- Summary -------

After the attack on Vanity’s domain by Sukuna, Ink and her friends were forced to return to the human world. Sukuna, the King of Curses is waiting for them to arrive back. 

Sukuna threatens her friends by separating the soul from the body. The stakes have never been higher. However..Ink remains standing tall as she dives into her deadliest battle yet against the King of Curses. 

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Ink glares but didn’t say anything when Sukuna did this. She shouldn’t be surprised. But it seems like Sukuna wants to piss her off. Ink grits her teeth but closes her eyes. She lowers her head, her bangs covering her eyes. 

No, no, no calm down. 

She can’t let her friends become spirit form so spirit monsters can eat. Right now, Sukuna has the leverage over her. She knows. She really knows if she can’t put up a good fight, Sukuna is going to punish her friends because of her actions. She grips on her sword, Wyvern tightly. 

----- The DBT -----

This is bad. This is the worse case scenario. Shdwkyz never thought that Sukuna would separate the soul from the body like this. This is like Kinie Ger’s. She said that she can separate the soul from body like she did in Tokyo with her domain expansion. Didn’t she? So how the hell?! No! There is a reason why Sukuna is called King of Curses. 

Fuck! This is really bad. 

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The fraction leaders felt dark chains around their necks and wrists. 

“What the hell?!” Kali yelled, seeing that she was forced to sit down on her knees. Each leader is chained to a spear orb.

“This is....” Willow tries to figure this out while Rex comforting Ashely as she is getting nervous and is shedding tears. 

“Guys!” Joshua cried out for his fraction as the leaders are seeing the same thing to their fractions.

“This bastard!” Jinx growled. 

“Not good...” Ethan said, this is going to make Ink upset and lose focus. 

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“Megumi, Nobara, Gojo-sensei! Are you two okay?” Fosh asked. 

“What the hell is this?” Navarro asked.

“This is Sukuna’s way of making sure that none of us are breaking the rules of this fight.” Gojo said, there is no joking tone in his voice. It’s serious.

“Are you kidding me?!” Oblivion growled, seeing Yuuka in chains as well. Oblivion struggles but to no avail.

“Don’t do anything rash, Oblivion! If you do anything, Sukuna will take that as you breaking the rules of this match.”

“We’re not even part of this fight! He’s the one who brought us in!” Oblivion yelled.

“Stop it! It doesn’t matter.” Shdwkyz tells Oblivion. “For now....we can do nothing but watch.” 

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Ink can hear the cries and shouts of her friends paniciking. Ink closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. 

“Everyone...” Ink speaks making her fraction and everyone else to look up to her. Ink looks at them with a genuine smile. Everyone stared. “It’s going to be okay. Just watch me.”Ink gives her best smile to everyone especially to her fraction. The DBT stared wide-eyed seeing Ink’s smile. Even in the face of danger, she still smiles. 

“Ink....” Navarro said. “Fuck....” Navarro grits his teeth, shutting his eyes tight. 

No need to panic! Ink is here. Navarro shot his head up and yells, 

“YOU CAN DO IT, INK! BEAT THIS MOTHERFUCKER!” Navarro shouted. Ink grins.  “Yep!”

“YEAH! KNOCK SOME SENSE TO HIM! GET THAT IDIOT YUJI BACK TO US!” Nobara shouted. Soon everyone followed, shouting for Ink to beat this guy. This boosts Ink’s confidence. 

“YA BETTER NOT DIE!” Matt laughed. 

“IF YOU DO, I KILL YOU!” Kali yelled. 

“GET HIM, INK!” Jinx yelled. 

“That’s right. Just watch me.” Ink said to herself, gripping her sword. Then she glares at Sukuna who has this plastered evil shit-grin on his face. 

Yeah...now it’s time to do this. No turning back. Gotta keep moving forward. 

Then she starts to walk forward towards the King of Curses, glaring at him with her glowing grey eyes. Sukuna chuckles as he had his hands raised, amused by this. 

“Oh? You’re approaching me?” Sukuna asked, chuckling as his four red eyes glow with excitement as he feels the aura of danger coming from her in waves. 

“Yeah....I can’t kick your butt without getting closer, so what else?!” Ink said. Sukuna chuckles. The last time he saw her is that she was scared of him after giving her that reletenless unforgiving beatdown just to humble her. Not before going after the people she knew and cared. Her rivals, her friends and people she cared about. This little girl was terrified of him, she didn’t even want to meet his eyes when she asked for a rematch. To him, it’s insulting and pitiful! But at the same time, she is still scared but trying to make up for her own mess. It’s amusing. The deal she proposed to him! It’s insane! What went through her head thinking like this?!

She must be pretty confident. There is some resolve in her eyes. 

Oh...he can envision it now. He can’t wait to torment her to the point that she will be begging for a quick death right in front of her friends who are crying and screaming. It’s going to be music to his ears. 

“Alright brat! It seems like you got backbone back! So let’s go!” And alright, Sukuna charges at her. Ink parries right away when Sukuna lunges at her with his hands. She pushes him away and he lands on his feet.   

Sukuna flicks fingers. Right away,  she dodges, making him blink. Sukuna blinks then flicks his fingers across again. Ink dodges again. He does it again, horizontally as she jumps to the side right away. “Oi! How did you do that?!” He is curious. He delivers more slashes but Ink manages to dodge them. 

“Ever since you been cutting me up like paper, I’m starting...to see your lines of attack, Sukuna! Don’t know how!” Ink said. “Or maybe I’m good at guessing?!” She retorted. 

Huh. This freaking brat...

“How interesting!” Sukuna’s smiles so widely, hearing that. Oh! This is going to be good. “Then let’s see how long you can keep dodging, little punk!” Sukuna uses his cursed technique, Dismantle. Ink jumps high to above the cutting cursed technique. 

Then she felt a prescene behind her before she was slammed back down to the ground from Sukuna’s fist. Ink coughs before she rolls out of the way when Sukuna dives down with a punch. He misses as the punch as the fist embeeded into the dirt. “Dismantle.” The ground is cut into several pieces as the ground erupts making Ink jump away before she delivers a power wave. “Raptor Slash!”

“Dismantle!” He flicks his fingers and it cuts through Raptor Slash. Ink starts spinning her sword above her and soon, a blue glow encases her weapon. Soon, blue flames appears. The flames grow as she keeps spinning her sword. 

“Raptor Slash: Valor flame!” Ink said as she swings her sword, unleashing a flaming wave. Sukuna flicks his fingers and cutting the flames but then the flames spilt. Still coming at him. Oh?

Sukuna dodges. Then Ink slams her sword in the ground and blue flames erupt from the ground. Then those flames starts to transform as small flames morphs into something. 

The hell?

Small dragons as they are screeching right now. 

“Flaming Wyrms!” Ink yelled. The small dragons are limbless as they are snakes with wings. They have horns as they are hissing. 

‘What the hell is this?!” Sukuna said. Did this brat develop a cursed technique during these months?! How interesting! But what is she planning to do with them?! “You think these flying worms is going to do anything. You got to be kidding me!” The wyrms move in response, charging at Sukuna with their small wings. With a growl, he flicks his fingers but something is happening. The dragons dodge as well as they are flying around Sukuna quickly. It’s like speeding lights as they are hard to tell. Sukuna is surprised at this as he narrows his eyes. Then the dragon lets out fireballs, attacking Sukuna. 

Right now, these speeding lights are like mini jets attacking a monster. 

“So this is what?! Your cursed technique is summoning shikigami like this. Fucking flies??!” Sukuna roared before he shreds the dragons into pieces but then Ink smirks making Sukuna narrows his eyes. The hell is so funny?! 

“Can you cut flames???” Ink asked as the dragons came back to shape making Sukuna sneers before the dragons struck him with fireballs. These dragons are flies hitting and it’s hard to hit them when they are so small. Pl

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“Guess the training pay off, Willow.” Ethan said as Willow nods her head. “Yes! I’m so glad. I never thought she would spilt the power into several small dragons with her dragon spirit!” Willow is surprised by this. 

“Or Megumi’s....” Oblivion said. Megumi hums a little.

“Still...what would happen if he uses that fire arrow?” Ethan said making Willow said. 

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“Damn brat!” Sukuna laughs then he says, “Open. ■.” Once Sukuna says that, he moves his arm back and points. Right now, the dragon are still shooting out fireballs but Sukuna is enduring it. He aims at Ink to which Ink has her sword in front of her, ready for him.

“Hmph!” He fires into the air and then the flaming arrow spilts into several flaming arrows, hitting upon the flaming wyrms. 

“Not bad. But it seems my flames are hotter than yours. Mine can burn those little gnats away.” Sukuna giving Ink a tsk tsk. “Is that all you got!”

“Not yet! We’re just getting started!” Ink grinned. 

“Good! Then let’s curse each other!” Sukuna roared.

The fractions of NYC and Jujutsu Socrers can feel this is going to be one intense deadly battle! 

To be continued......

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||A Deadly battle part 18: Returning home, the final game||

Hi dears, it’s time for another drabble! This is a mini series called A Deadly battle where it involves the battle with Ink and Sukuna. This is something I’m writing with my friend @demon-blood-youths

If you wanna read where this is going now; the chapters are down below

~~Chapters~~

Part 9: Her Training Begins

Part 10: First Part of Training

Part 11: Second Part of Training

Part 12:  Deathly Lessons

Part 13: Near death experience

Part 14: Reawakening

Part 15: Yuji and Sukuna’s talk; his message

Part 16: Two More Lessons

Part 17: Final Countdown; a worried vision

((Your reading part 18 right now))

~~Drabble summary~~

This is it! After five long months, Ink’s training has been completed! Now, feeling more stronger, she was ready to face Sukuna who was indeed waiting for her. So now, the devils were getting ready to send them home. However, while they were getting ready to leave, it seems Sukuna has sent a ‘welcoming’ party to them to bring them back. And what would he do to set ground rules? Wanna know what? Read to find out.

~~Warning~~

-Blood will be present

-fighting is seen

-Horror scenes or giving chase (will see in a moment)

-Death will be seen but it’s for a short moment

~~Guests in the drabble~~

Demon mun’s guests

The DBT with some of the fractions and their leaders and the devils belong to her.

My guests

Some of the demon fractions with their leaders and some of the devil’s belong to me.

Sukuna belongs to the anime and manga jujutsu Kaisen but also to me due to rp as him as a muse.

((Their will be Grammar mistakes and errors on this drabble but it was written for fun. So please understand okay? With that said, please enjoy <3))

Time was up. The fifth month has come and gone and it was the start of the next one. Ink was gone during that time training with Vanity who has seen she’s gotten the hang of it. Her cursed energy has gotten stronger from what Gojo senses and sees. Even seeing her domain expansion greatly improved. Over that time, he did show her his final resort attack called Invicta Deamonium. As he said, it was only to be used as a last resort and nothing else. But he knew she was going to be fine. Now, the fractions were alright but healed as they were already getting ready to be sent back home.

“Well, it seems it’s time to send them back. It’s been a long road but..today’s the day..” Minx said seeing the Devils agreeing with the demon contractors ready to do that. They will be the ones to send them back but things should be fine. The devils knew it was possible but Yen was still worried due to that disturbing vision in his mind. He couldn’t shake this feeling of something bad happening. He figures it was nothing but..this feeling was disturbing. Watching the contractors leave to get everyone, the devils hope they return safe.

~~In the medic ward~~

“Alright you guys. I guess we are heading back now. It’s been a long run but....” Ink looks to everyone knowing everything was going to be nervous seeing her ready to go. However, they wanted her to pull through this. Even from all this just made them worry. For now, they shouldn’t get nervous and think of what to do.

“Right now, We have to wait for Miss Madam and Senkai to come so we can head on back home. But remember guys; I know you wish to help me but..” Ink looks to them but they understood. They wouldn’t interfere in this battle. It’s between Ink and him. No one else.

“We won’t..” she heard everyone say but she gives a nod back but now leaves the question to where Senkai and Miss madam was.

~~Meanwhile~~

“Seems it’s time. I think we can send them back in a spot where that fight will be taken care of. Don’t you agree?” Miss Madam or Lilith said to Senkai who was walking down the hall while looking ahead.

“True but remember dear. We all have to see how this goes. Knowing that spirit he might be pulling a trick or something.” he didn’t trust this since they were going to send them back. It was a simple quick task but why does he get this feeling of...a bad feeling? While they were walking, outside was peaceful and clear with no cloud in the sky. That changed when something dark was floating over towards Vanity’s domain. Or something lurking in the forest around his domain.

A pair of eyes looks at the image of the old church seeing and sensing familiar auras in there. That’s where they had to be. The figure in the dark smirked showing the same cainine teeth. Seems he’s learned new tricks.

‘So that’s where you were Inky.....seems your finally coming back but...I want this fight to be fun so lets play a bit to help you get there...’ he smiled but snaps his fingers. Something of a monster was shaking through the forest now heading towards the church. But their was some being summoned within the lower areas of the church. They were creeping up the church while others didn’t know.

~~With Senkai and Miss Madam~~

They were walking down the hallway of this giant kingdom like church but they were getting ready to send the heirs home before Lilith tenses up sensing something. She stops to turn looking behind her. This caught Senkai’s attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“.....Nothing. I could have sworn I felt something. It must be nothing. We better hurry.”  she smiled to him as he turns to keep on walking but as he did, something was off to make them stop. The two contractors felt something in the hallway that they quickly turned to eyes widen seeing something jumping at them.

Lilith held her hand out firing crystal daggers to stab into the thing as it crashes into the wall. She and him looks seeing some cursed demonic being that worries them. Where did this thing come from? Second, how did it get inside? The two slowly looked at one another before hearing a crash from the other hall.

~~Vanity’s main throne room~

“What the hell are these things!?” Caym shouted dodging one that tried to attack him with the other devils were fighting off some demonic like ghouls in the throne room. They were suppose to take Ink and her friends back but something happened. This was not possible! Something had got past Vanity’s barrier and he didn’t invite anyone without him knowing! He saw the others fighting them off while some tried to attack him but he cuts them down in half glaring.

“Something happened!!” Eigor shouted out taking down a few himself with the other devils. Something is amist now that Vanity grips his sword to look at everyone. Seeing his fellow devils fighting. This had to be Sukuna. It had to be! Did he have the ability to slash through barriers to get through demon’s worlds?

If that’s the case...

“The others! We need to get to the heirs!” Goa shouted smacking one away from her but as one tries to tackle her, something cuts it in half showing Nagi defensive. Damn that cursed spirit.

“Someone needs to get to the heirs now!” Vanity shouted but knew his men was busy outside with this. It was bad. He sent an all out attack on Vanity’s domain! As for Vanity he was cutting them down with his grey eyes looking fruious.

‘How is this possible? How could he get through my barrier? He’s gotten smarter and stronger..damn it..’ he thought but cuts a monster down.

~~Meanwhile~~

The others were waiting for a while now and yet no one showed up. Where were Vanity and the others? Or to say where was Senkai and Lilith? Ink was waiting with the others but as they waited, they heard some crashing noises.

“What was that?” Kali asked looking around as the others did the same.

“I don’t know. It sounded like it was from outside.” Hellmare said while looking around but as they were about to check, something bangs on the door where they were to make them tense. What the hell???

“.......”

“...Did..did you guys..hear that?” Ashley asked scared.

“Yeah. What the hell is going on out there?” Rust said as the banging happened again to make everyone stand to move from the door. The banging kept coming louder and louder like something was out there in the hallways. Ink wasn’t sure but this felt..off to her. Before she or anyone else could do anything, the doors suddenly got blasted from the wall right towards them.

“!!”

Breezy quickly kicks the door back to see it smash onto the floor but looks seeing some monsters growling as they came in the medic bay. “The fuck are those thing!” she said as they were growling. Drool dripping off their large jaws with front rows of teeth but they didn’t seen like normal monsters. They looked to be demons of some sort. Everyone backs up from them as they kept coming in the room but now they didn’t know why but the monsters growled at them before trying to attack. Quickly, T-bone and Fin made a ice wall to stop them as Ink and the leaders looked.

“EVERYONE OUT!!” Kali shouted holding Alex’s hand as he was crying. She then starts opening the door while everyone runs out of that room while the monsters were smashing against the ice wall trying to get to them. Now everyone was running down the hallway while wondering what the hell is happening. As they kept running, they rush downstairs before a bigger one now came crashing down to get in between them. Everyone kept running before one grabs Maggie.

“Hey!”

“MAGGIE!!” Taz and Gerald shouted but she struggles as it was pinning her down about to eat her till....

“Get away from her!” Maggie looks to see a ice fist smashes the demon’s head in sending it flying right into the wall dying. T-bone blew some smoke out while he had the ice ears, tail but glaring as two more show up. He blasts them back but Maggie shook her head getting up to see one about to hit T-bone but she blasts it back burning it.

“Thanks for that!” T-bone said.

“No problem! Thanks for saving me!” Maggie said back but saw everyone running again with them following. More of these things kept chasing them down trying to catch them while they were getting away from them. They had no idea where the contractors were but a few shows up in front of them but Navarro and Echo got in front with her showing red energy orbs to throw them. They blew up burning the group as they screech in pain from the fire. One jumps over only for Navarro to throw a bomb at it’s mouth causing it to explode. It’s blood, guts, and other fluids hit the ground as everyone now heard the fighting and monster like roaring outside. What the hell is happening?!

“COME ON!! GO GO GO GO GO GO!!” Ink and Jinx shouted ushering everyone out into the next part from the medic section to the other area that leads to the back but both of them sends a blast of blue and black flames mixed together hitting the monsters as they were screeching in pain. A few of the monsters now gave chase, trying to catch them they kept running with a few now showing up at the sides. Ashley gasped controlling the plant life to wrap around them tight as they struggle trying to get free but it tightens to crack their necks. Giant plant eaters show up to eat the demons whole now as the group runs to the main hallway. Joshua cuts a few in half with arrows from both Angel and Hiroshi stabbing a few away.

They run through into another area before a few more showed up now rushing towards them. That’s when daggers from Shrika stabs them in the head killing them but bugs swarm the other two starting to eat them alive. Pete was holding his little brother Yumeno in his arms who was scared holding onto him as he was carried. Matt even threw some of his hunting swords while killing a few. 

“COME ON MOVE IT!!!” Matt shouted running with the others down the hallway. As they got to a room, the group runs down the hall to the door but as they tried to open the door, the door was locked!

“Fuck! It’s locked!” Fin said but they looked hearing the monsters gaining and getting closer.

“We gotta ram it down!!! Ram it down!!” Fin and Ethan begins trying to ram into the door to try breaking through with Rust helping.

“Come on! Come on!” Rust shouted trying to ram into the door with the other two. They take a few steps back but begins rushing towards the door and rams it open as everyone helps them up and runs once more. The monsters follows through the broken doors roaring out.

~~With Senkai and Lilith~~

“We have to find Ink and the others! they must have ran from the main medic ward somewhere!” He was running back to the devils to see if they were alright with her following. The hallway was drenched in blood with some of these things as the two kept running. However, they did make it to Vanity’s throne room. They open the door to see the devils alright but the area was drenched in blood as they were tired.

“Vanity!”

He looks to see the two to hold his blade. “Where is Ink and the others?” he asked.

“We went to find them in the medic ward but those things found them and must be chasing them down! We have to find them and send them back!” Lilith was worried but Vanity looks quiet but looks.

“We need to find them. Lets go!” He said to the other devils but their might be one place they were sent to so they follow Vanity to do that. So now, they went to go find them.

~~Meanwhile~~

Ink and the others were running together even though they could fight these things they were too many and it was risky if they ambush them. So they just keep running. While running, Ink and Jinx set up fire walls to stop a few or some dumb enough to run through it burning themselves to death.

“Where are we g..gonna go!? Those monsters are dead behind us!” Melinda said running as they could hear them roaring at them trying to catch up. She noticed but waves her hand making a barrier to hit a few back.

“I don’t know but standing around won’t get us away from them! Just run!” Fin said running with everyone but that’s when Ink saw a familiar room that she looks to everyone. “Hurry in here! “she said while everyone was rushing through the door as she did to slam the door shut. A few crashes at the door but now trying to bang against it. Everyone was panting tired from running but they had to keep moving to get away from those things.

“We need a plan or something. I don’t get what the hell is going on!?” Kali said but Alex was scared crying while hugging her leg. She looks down to pick him up but tries to calm him down but hearing more of the banging to make the others be on the offense or defense.

“I don’t know..something must have happened or.....do you think he found us?” Vivi asked that everyone looks at her.

“But that’s not possible. The devils said he couldn’t come here..right?” Wes asked worried as everyone else was unsure. “I mean, even if one could, they needed Vanity’s okay to get through.”

They didn’t know but this feeling tells them it’s true. Before they could think of anything else another thing lands near them to swipe and hit everyone away. But it begins roaring out about to kill them but something slashes it’s eyes roaring out in pain. Vivi was holding her scythe drenched in it’s blood with Shdwkyz beside her with his katana drenched in it’s blood too. The two rushes toward it, cutting it as they were hacking away as they attack it.

The monster swings trying to catch one but Shdwkyz stabs it’s hand seeing blood gushing out but as it tries to eat him, a gash was deep in it’s back as it was from Vivi.

Ink and Jinx saw this worried when two more show up. That’s when a Metal arm punches them away before a wind blasts them through the wall as it shows Rust and Breeze defending the others. they saw the two more show up ready to tackle them as the other two was getting up roaring at them. Breezy and Rust kicked them back hard into the other two. That’s when Breezy held her hands out to suddenly increase the air making it hot that it sets the four monsters on fire.

The others winces hearing their roared pained screams before seeing Vivi and Shdwkyz stab the bigger one to weaken it.  Shdwkyz lands but flicks the blood off to look over.  “Vivi!” he shouted  but she nods, landing to grip her scythe dashing towards the monster with him.

Both her and Shdwkyz charge before swinging their blades for a few seconds being on the other side. The monster didn’t move till blood gushes out as it roars in pain when it’s throat opens up and the head falling with a loud thud. The group was worried now around one another but sees more and more show up but they were ready to fight if need be. However, before they could, something surrounds the group showing it’s bats?? The DBT knew who it was to see Sekai and Lilith show up.

“Senkai!”

“Miss madam!” 

“Not now girls! Everyone gather around now!” Lilith saw everyone hurrying over to the two as she and Senkai used magic to form around everyone but they suddenly teleported them out of that area to a new one.

~~Royal throne magic room~~

The devils were there after a while but Vanity was angry. His domain was being destroyed by these monsters but he saw his men fighting them but the others were waiting when hearing a familiar flapping noise looking. Senkai and Lilith show up but had ink and the others.

“They did it!” Minx said but this was not the time feeling the area cracking up.

“Vanity! What is going on!?” Ink asked but he looks to her.

“It seems I had a unwelcome guest and not it seems the guests are looking for you and the others. Right now, we will have to send you back right away before they take this place down.” Vanity said but Ink and the others were shocked.

“W..wait..what do you....” Ashley started to say but was worried seeing Cal sigh.

“It means we are able to send you back before this world gets bad. We will be fine but you all have to be sent back now before those monsters find you.” he said that the heirs were quiet looking at their devils.

“But..”

“Trust us, Wes. We all will be fine but right now this is getting too dangerous for you all to stay here. You must leave before you become taken by them.” Forcas said to them as everyone was quiet. Did this mean the devils were going to stay and fight these things before fixing everything?

“We don’t have much time....we need to send you back now..” with that, the devils gather around in a circle around everyone as they held their hands out showing a color of their domain. That’s when a light shows from under the heirs shocking them. The energy was warm but they saw Vanity walk over to hold his hand out adding his power. The light glows bright as they feel the energy making them float slowly.

“Vanity!” he heard Ink call to him as she was floating up.

“We’ll be fine Ink. You and the others are going to be alright this will send you back home. Like I said, you all have to get out of here!” he said before everyone looks seeing the monsters again. They call out but the contractors would protect them while they are being sent back. While floating up Ink looks down but feels the portal open up above them now taking them back to New York.

“NO! Vanity!!” Ink tries to get back down but the devils kept sending them up that he looks up seeing her but she looks back at him. He knew she’ll be alright. she had to be.

‘Good luck, my little hatchling. We all will watch over you all in hopes you get through this...’  He looks away before the devils begins fighting the monsters.

“NOOOOO!!! VANITY!!!!” hearing her shout she along with them was sent back as the portal closed. The devils saw them gone but was happy they were safe now they can help Vanity clean up the mess.

~~In New York~~

‘..........’

‘Ink? Ink, can you hear me? Are you okay Ink? Please be okay...’ Ink was laying on the ground, feeling herself black out a little but she slowly groans to wince opening her grey eyes slowly to see her vision blurry. She blinks twice to  cough seeing Jinx near her as she slowly tries sitting up.

“Ink? Are you alright?” she asked but she held her head but looks to Jinx.

“Yeah..but...wait, the others? Are they..”

“Calm down, they are fine. We all were sent back to New York.” Jinx shows Ink everyone waking up after the sudden knock out but they were fine. That was good to know. She sighed feeling relief that everyone was alright. She slowly got helped up to see they were back home in New York! Seems everything was being fixed up again so it seems nothing was wrong.

“We are back...but...everything seems...alright and quiet.” Jinx said but the others were up and about now. Ink looks down but remembers the devils. She hopes they were alright.

‘Dad.....’  she grips her pants to hope they were alright as Jinx helps her stand up but looks to see they were back. “And yeah, we are back..”

“Your right indeed.....you are back finally. Welcome home.”

Ink quickly turns to look seeing Sukuna once more while he was standing there while smiling seeing Inky again as everyone else got defensive but he only chuckled seeing this. “What? You all didn’t like my welcome back present? I figure it was to welcome you when you come back. Like it?” he grins but the others were worried but mad.

“So the monsters was from you!?” Kali said but Sukuna chuckled holding his hands out.

“Guilty. But, it was a gift like I said. I figure they would like it and it seems they did! Sorry a bout the mess though.” he smiled kindly to the group but some was angry but Sukuna sighed to relax smiling.

“But they will be fine. For now; I believe we have a fight Inky.” he said seeing Ink tighten her grip on the hilt of her sword but she knew it was time.

“Right..” she said about to move towards him but he held his hand up to stop her.

“But....a set of rules. As I said no one is to jump or help you in this fight. They can watch but that’s it. You know what might happen if they try anything..but...I can prove a point...or better..set a example.” he said smiling while looking to them.

“What? What are you-”

Suddenly, Sukuna swings his hand blasting everyone back to hit the ground shielding their faces as they crash on their backs. However, it was true Sukuna learned new tricks. Everyone went dark for a second.

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‘Hmmm...Ugghh..w..what t..the...’

‘Jaron..*crying*..Jaron wake up....Jaron wake up please....’

A voice was speaking to him but he slowly moved to his vision being blurry till he opens his eyes seeing something of a light green teal color. It looked to be a teenager but someone familiar.

‘Jaron....Jaron wake up..’

‘M..Melinda?’

‘J..Jaron!....’ He groans but slowly turns to his side, trying to sit up as he did he had his eyes closed before being helped up to sit. He opens his eyes to look at his hand but saw the same light green teal. Hold on, what the-

He snaps awake to look at hi hand but then at himself.

He was...

‘A s..spirit...I’m a spirit?! How did his happen??!!’ he thought hearing his voice even sounding like one before looking at his hands. W..what? What the? Am I a...wait, what is going on?’

‘Ja...jaron.....’ he looks to see Melinda as he eyes widen in horror to see her but she was the same way. Her black hair was moving around her as he was shocked but looks quiet.

‘M..Melinda y..you..your a..’

‘Y..Yes but..I..I don’t know what happened. We all saw him a..about to attack u..us t..then....suddenly b..blacked out.’ she explains to him.

‘W..were spirits. Wait, i..if we are spirits.... then we...’ he slowly looks seeing his team and the others shocked but saw Melinda, Jaron, Vivi, and Shdwkyz’s bodies laying on the ground not moving!

Jaron was shocked but Melinda was scared too. She saw Vivi helping Shdwkyz wake up as he was startled by this wondering what the hell happened. The four were glowing in a light green teal color just like Jaron and Melinda. The others that was fine was horrified seeing this. Their eyes widen but felt the color leave their faces. Some was covering their mouths in shock seeing this.

However, Jinx glared at Sukuna who had a smirk on his face.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THEM!?” she shouted seeing him smile.

“Oh nothing! I just separated their spiritual souls from their bodies. As to say in short terms; their dead. Dead as gone dead!”he said.

‘W..w...what?’ Melinda said eyes wide but looks at her body laying on the side near Jaron’s own. It was resting on the side, her black hair all over with some covering her face. Jaron’s own face was hidden with his arm laying on his side. However, their hands or fingers were near each other while laying there.

Shdwkyz’s body lays on the side but his hoodie was covering his face with Vivi’s hood covered her body while her face is hidden. Their teammates were trying to wake them up but it was true. Even feeling their souls taken out was not possible!

“Jaron! Shdwkyz! Wake up! Please get up!” Fosh said panicking with tears running down his cheeks with Mouse worried seeing this.

“Melinda! Vivi..please....wake up guys.please wake up!” she said to her two teammates as she shook them but they didn’t move or react. The same for Jaron and Shdwkyz.

“Heh, See?”

“Their not dead you asshole!” Navarro shouted angry even if he was angry even Echo was mad while looking to him but the others stopped them before he tried it again.

“Is that so? Why don’t you check yourself?” Sukuna smirked with arms crossed over his chest. He did see Opheila and Hex walk over to check, shaking as their fingers reach to check their pulses.

Being quiet, Hex and Ophelia’s eyes widen that she covers her mouth crying shaking.

“N..No, Oh god no.....” she whispered.

“This can’t be happening....”  Hex shook feeling tears not wanting to believe that. Did this guy just kill four of them like nothing!?

“Now do you believe me? Their dead now. It’s something I learned in training. Fun right?”

“Y..You...”

“Yes, their dead. But! they’ll be fine. I can put their spirits or souls back and they will come back to life all fine like nothing happened. But if they stay out for too long..I’m sure some hungry soul demons would love to eat them up.” Sukuna smiled seeing something surrounding the four that Jaron keeps Melinda close to him while Vivi and Shdwkyz did the same seeing something lurking but keeps quiet.

“That is my warning, if any of you try to jump in and help her...you die just like that. It wouldn’t be fun if someone ruined the game so see this as my warning. Understand. If you try, they are going to be food never to be seen again!” he said.

‘S..so we are d..dead...h..he killed us..’ Melinda was horrified with eyes widen that tears were flowing down her cheeks but Jaron was keeping her by him, looking nervous but he keeps her close.

Shdwkyz was silent but Vivi was looking shocked as well. This shouldn’t be possible! A cursed spirit being able to do this..the feeling was unsettling. As the four tries to collect their thoughts, something reaching now to grab Vivi, Shdwkyz, Jaron, and Melinda’s arms.

‘H..Huh?!’ Melinda struggles trying to get free but they were strong pulling her away from Jaron who was held too.

‘Melinda!!’ Jaron screams to her but he struggles in the cold grips of the hands. ‘Let go of me!’

‘What is this!?’ Vivi struggles trying to get from the hands but they were still holding them tighter hurting them.

‘Let me go! Let go!!’ Shdwkyz hisses thrashing but they tighten their grip hurting the four of them.

‘What’s happening!? What are these things!!!’ he heard Melinda cry out as she with the other three feels the really cold hands grabbing them as they struggle in their holds now being pulled down into a portal that made the four shocked. Disturbing laughter heard in the portals as the hands pull the four down slowly.

“As stated before, they are going to be food! You four will be nice for the hungry spirits waiting to take a gobble you up!”

Sukuna laughed at this seeing the four sinking faster now.

“NO!!”

“Well?! Do you guys understand what would happen! Do you get my warning now!?” He said.

“OKAY OKAY OKAY! WE GET IT WE UNDERSTAND! JUST STOP PLEASE!” Jinx said seeing the hands pulling her two teammates down while Ink looks worried then at him. “LET THEM GO!”

“She’s right Sukuna! They won’t bother our fight! Please stop this!” Ink said. Sukuna looks to see the others trying to help but they couldn’t due to spirits but seeing this made Sukuna smile but he saw they get it. Seconds later, he flicks his fingers cutting the hands to let the four go as they were panting shaking. Then he snaps his fingers seeing the spirits disappear. Suddenly, Jaron gasps for air along with Shdwkyz near by coughing as they were brought back to life.

“Jaron! Shdwkyz!” Hellmare helps them up while Ophelia did too. Two more gasps were heard seeing Vivi and Melinda awake coughing as they were shaking. “Melinda! Vivi!” Mouse and Breezy helps them up.

“See? I’m nice. I gave them life but if you guys break the rules, that happens.” He warns but everyone was quiet but looking to him. Ink felt her hand shaking. How dare he do that! And to her friends. Even if it was a warning, that’s going too far.

“Now..with that settled. Just one thing..” He looks to the leaders before snapping his fingers again. Willow, Ethan, Guam, Kali, Fin, Matt, Jinx, Ashley, Joshua, Rex, and Yuuka felt dark chains around their necks and wrists but they got forced to sit down on their knees while being in a separated spear orb each. Their teammates were in a bigger dome connected to the orb spears by chains behind  the leaders it but Ink and Sukuna.

“GUYS!” Ink said in shock but Sukuna smiled to lower his hand.

“That is to have them get a good view of the fight. They won’t be harmed as long as they behave.” he snickered.

“Sukuna! That’s too far-”

“Oh shut it! This is MY game! And I set the rules!” he shouted seeing Gojo, Megumi, and Nobara there but they were held down to not jump in either. “Now, with everything set and the rules are down..”

Sukuna held his hands by the sides, showing some flames rising up showing off a dangerous glow, his sadistic smile seen ready to go.  Ink prepared holding her greatsword Wyvern, anger was burning within her Grey eyes but she knew he was going to pay for this.

“LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!”

~~To be Continued~~ 

[akuikami-a]

i want yuji to be the one to take down sukuna, to make the final blow but i’m just now realizing how perfect of a match yuta vs sukuna is. sukuna says ‘love is worthless’ and that everyone else is just there for his enjoyment. but what’s yuta’s entire thing? it’s love. love is mentioned as ‘the most twisted curse’ and love is what gave birth to rika. and because of love yuta was able to free the original rika. if anyone were to show sukuna what love is worth it’d be yuta.

[screampied]

you always had a bad habit of falling asleep—not just anywhere though, but on sukuna ryōmen’s notorious throne. .

he hated it.

he hated how how you hogged up his space.

he hated how your near-quiet snores would echo through his poorly aged walls.

most importantly though, he hated how frustratingly cute you looked . . all scrunched up, curled up in a ball, and occasionally shivering a bit from the cool air that settled against your bare skin.

“tch..” he’d sigh, feeling his muscles ache with each step he took toward you. as usual, sukuna had just returned from some battle and here you were, always waiting for him to return. he’s probably told you over about a hundred times that you could have slept in his private chambers but no—you always preferred his throne. always.

you never told him, but part of the reason why you loved sleeping on it was because of his strong scent that always lingered on the piece of ancient furniture. a musky scent that you’d grow to always miss whenever he wasn’t with you.

“oi. you awake?” sukuna grumbles, and you shift a bit once he lifts you. you could hear him murmuring vexed curses under his breath as he positioned you to lean up a certain way. crimson-velvet eyes bore into your sleeping state and sukuna held back a snickering smile. “pft. ‘course not,” and you felt him starting to trod away with you snugly cradled in his broad arms. as sukuna made his way upstairs, he softly strokes a thumb underneath your nape. “brat. sleep in my bed next time. you’re gonna get back aches at this rate.”

despite his cold-hearted, rough exterior he was always gentle with you. only you. just you.

sukuna carried you in his arms like every other night—sometimes, he wonders if you do this on purpose. purposely falling asleep on his throne just so he could pick you up bridal style, bringing you back to his bed.

each step he took shook your entire body, and you let off a groan in your sleep from the abrupt bumps. “i know. i know little one. just a few more steps.” he rolls his eyes, secretly finding your slumbering state adorable. never in a million years would he ever admit it though.

as the wooden stairs creak—he continues to walk, occasionally looking down at you. right as he’s at the final groaning step, sukuna tenses a bit, feeling your head brush up against his soft exposed pecs.

his fleecy kimono was half open and you’re just buried in his arms, snuggling all against him like a needy cat.

the audacity. .

his pink slit brow furrows as he scoffs at the sight, bringing you inside his quiet spacious bedroom. gently, he starts to lie you down on the mattress but that’s when your arms wrap around him.

“eh? what are you-” sukuna grunts, and that’s when he collapses right against your chest. sukuna deadpans once your warm legs and arms sneakily snake around him—clinging onto him tight like a koala. “keh.. such a handsy pest, even when you’re dead asleep.” he clicks his tongue, letting you drag him further into the bed with you.

sukuna feels a strange feeling pooling near the very bottom depths of his heart.

it’s eerily strange . .

it doesn’t feel like the usual resentment, hatred, or even arrogance he feels toward others ‘below him’.

he finds himself melting into your tender touch, his chin gradually burying itself in your shoulder.

the soreness in his muscles started to subside as he was just on top of you—inhaling your sweet scent, stubbornly grumbling swears in your neck.

sukuna was feeling . . . soft.

he was so closely pressed up against you that he could feel the steady racing beats of your heart. each slow-paced ba-dump! that pumped out of your chest quickened by the second.

was . . he the one making your heart race?

sukuna heard how your shallow breaths significantly slowed, and your arms started to tighten more around his thick neck. he didn’t think he’d ever feel like this. whatever… emotion this was.

sure, he’s had to carry you up to his chambers so you’d sleep more comfortably lots of times but this- this moment felt more a bit different.

“i . . can’t sleep like this, y’know,” the demon breaks the silence, huffing at the awkward predicament he was in. sukuna was currently lying on top of you, hovering over you just so he wouldn’t crush your cute human body. with each longing second passing, he could already feel his limbs starting to ache from just idly hanging over you. “at least let me rest near the side.”

no reply.

sukuna scoffs again, realizing he’s practically talking to himself. but instead of responding with actual words—you cling onto him even tighter, your non-verbal way of saying ‘stay.’

“you’re even more annoying when you’re asleep,” he sighs, pinching his forehead. “fine.. i’ll- i’ll stay like this. here, with you. ‘s not like i plan to go anywher—” sukuna gets cut off once he sees you shifting a bit in your sleep again.

the silence was undeniably loud. with his lips mutely parting, he watches as you get more comfortable, letting off a few heavy exhales.

sukuna starts to ponder to himself. you looked so peaceful . . sound asleep.

he wondered what you were dreaming about. he was so busy staring at you while you slept that he didn’t even notice that he was starting to get drowsy himself. sukuna’s eyelids started to droop and he grunted, letting off an obnoxious yawn.

with watery eyes, sukuna stretches his arms before sinking his face back into your left shoulder. your warmth made him quietly purr into your neck. it was faint, but you heard it.

sukuna even mimicked some of your movements from earlier, softly rubbing his forehead against you as you held him close. “huh. this isn’t . . that bad,” he gruffly utters, his gravely voice pitching.

your chin rests on the top of his head, and sukuna gives you one last glance.

“i. . i love you.” he quietly whispers, thinking that just because you were asleep you couldn’t hear.

but- you did, you heard it all. every word.

little did sukuna know, you were actually wide awake the entire time. you woke up when he was carrying you up the stairs, but you just pretended to be asleep from that point up until now.

a small genuine smile curves on both sides of your crooked lips as your eyelids remain closed. in a sweet groggy voice, you instantly replied, “love you too ‘kuna. it’s about time you finally said it.”

sukuna’s eyes widen as his head quickly rises from against your chest. you’re looking down at him with very much open eyes now and the world’s smugest grin.

his cheeks—they’re burning, flushing with a rosy flamed color and you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna ryomen more embarrassed.

“you . . you didn’t . . hear that.”

“i definitely heard it.”

“ugh. i hate you.”

“i love youuu.”

“i… love you too, stupid cheeky human. now go back to sleep. hmph.”

[retiredteabag]

tracing trueform!sukuna’s markings

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Thinking about Sukuna allowing you to trace your fingers over his markings.

You were always content to simply lay with Sukuna and share each other’s presence. He spent lots of time reading, performing calligraphy, or imaging new ways to decimate opponents in battle.

He had no trouble staring off into space with that old mind that needed little for entertainment.

It likely happened the first time when you were in a drunken stupor, having never partaken in the sacred wine before, the high alcohol content took no time to invade your bloodstream.

Sukuna, of course, took notice of your open-mouthed stares. Finding your weak tolerance amusing. You looked him up and down from the space on the floor you sat upon, sharing no response when he commanded your return to his chambers.

Uraume would help you up, other servants cleaning the meal from the table. The kings would smirk at your blatant wobbling.

That evening, his spine would snap ramrod at the innocent touch of your finger. Never would he have experienced the touch of a servant that he had not demanded take place. He watched in amazement as your hands slid all the way from his bicep to his neck.

I imagine his body would jitter the way a cats does when you snake a touch down their back. He would have all four eyes on you. But you would not meet any of them. All too focused on the four large appendages you would take notice of then.

Sukuna would watch as your mouth dropped open, he would squint as you rubbed your eyes, only to find that, yes, he does, in fact, have four arms.

A small, unnoticeable smile would grace the kings lips. You, who so obediently followed his orders and payed the upmost respect. You who had been so sure that they lacked the prestige to wash their kings hair, was freely swiping their hands across his arms, as though to check if they were real.

Swaying to your knees you would leave a whisper of a touch up his chin, his jaw, under his eyes, and finally, his forehead.

I bet Sukuna would just watch you, closer than ever, as you stared at him with no hesitation to hold his gaze. His lips twitching, he would bear witness as your body lulled, eyes fluttering and with the anatomy perfect for an embrace, would allow you to nap within his frame.

[hoshigray]

possessive tojikuna 😈🫦

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna + Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (m! receiving) - face-fucking- double penetration (2 dick kuna, lawl) - doggy style position - clitoral play (licking + pinching) - biting - unprotected sex - pet names (baby, good girl, little bird, princess, wife, woman) - slight degradation - highly possessive behavior - heavy depictions of a blowjob - mention of drool/spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

You knew something was up. You could tell from the sudden chill in the air as you strode back to the palace grounds and walked down the hall to your shared room at dusk.

The palace was shrouded in an eerie silence, the darkness broken only by the flickering light of the candles that guided your path. The servants, usually bustling with activity, now worked silently, their eyes averted. Even Uraume was unusually quiet as they led you to your room, where your husbands awaited you.

They dismiss themselves once you reach the door, leaving you alone in the hall before the shoji panel door. Breathing silently and slowly through your nostrils, a hesitant hand approaching the handle.

Only for the door to open independently and for you to be yanked by the wrist. You could not foretell what happened after this, yet now you know why the palace life had become unusually stifling.

“—Khhh, ahhhck..!! ‘Kunaa, f-for’ive m—Ahhh!”

“Silence, woman; don’t test me.”

You were stripped of your clothing, nude back to the soft futon, and your entire body dwarfed underneath the massive size of Sukuna. The cursed being has you under him as his lower left hand fingers your chasm, and the upper right arm chokes you by the throat. 

The restriction of your airways has you lightheaded, along with the motions of his thick fore and middle finger ravaging your vaginal texture. “Tahhh, ohGodsss…!”

“Hmph, what a whore,” he scoffs with a devilish grin, stuffing his fingers until the hilted knuckle. “So fucking tight on my fingers, you find enjoyment in being punished like this?”

“My King, please,” getting the words out is a battle. “I’m sho—Mmfff!…sho sorry—“

“Sorry for what?” The grip on your throat gets firmer, his thumb big enough to have your blood vessels pulsing for desperation. “For disobeying orders and leaving the fortress or having another man touch you?”

Ah, fuck! You knew this would bite you in the back once you stepped outside. Your husbands were busy with their daily tasks, leaving the fortress walls and instructing you to stay put where it’s safe. However, a specific craving has been growing these past few days, a craving that can only be found in the busy streets of the countryside down south. And since your spouses were out of reach for the day, and Uraume was tending the palace and its subjects as usual, you didn’t want to burden anyone with your selfishness. So, you snuck out at dawn and treaded to the civil human territory on your own.

“Unbelievable,” he curls his digits, which scrape your walls, and your strained cries are taken. “Who told you to leave where you were supposed to be?” His voice is ominous, even in a hushed tone, as he brings his face closer to you. “Who told you that you could let others touch you?” 

“Kunaaa, please, forg’ve me,” the nickname doesn’t lessen the hold on your windpipe. “I was…just getting fruits from the town…And then I’d return—“

“You disobey me for some fruits?” Crimson eyes glint darkly. “And then have that cretin hold your hands—hold what’s mine?”

The pound of your head worsens by the seconds, and the mouth of his stomach chews on the flesh of your tummy. God, this is too much…! “…I–I’m so sorry, my King…I didn’t m–mean to offend you, but my body is only—ghhh—for my hus–bands!”

“Today said otherwise—“

“It was not intentional!” I can’t…breathe…Your cunt tenses from a graze to your upper wall, your eyes watering. “Please, my love, there’s no one else my heart belongs to…I swear on my blood.” 

Finally, he releases your throat from his death grip, yet you’re not given time to gather much air as his hand comes to your cheeks to snatch. Panting heavily as your eyes stay on his, whimpering as he removes his digits from your aching slit. 

The giant huffs with a smirk at the sight of your tears. “Well, I’m not the only one you should swear to, wife.”

Of course, he isn’t; there’s another man in the room witness to your comeuppance. Once Sukuna withdraws himself from your proximity, your trembling figure moves off your back and crawls to the next person who stands on his knees. And you greet him with licks and kisses to his abs. “Toji…” your hands roam to his waist.

“Hey, baby,” emerald eyes observe you. “Got y’rself into trouble today. Didn’t think I wouldn’t see you outside after bein’ told not to?”

“I’m sorry—Mmmm…” you sense Sukuna’s hands keep your ass in place, and the lower other fingers your asshole. Your breath hikes at the contact of the tip of both his cocks, teasing your holes. Something slaps on your cheek, and Toji snickers.

“If y’re really sorry,” the dark-haired man pushes the cockhead to your lips. “Suck this dick like I like it.”

The simultaneous push of Sukuna’s cocks takes your breath, and your mouth is stuck on an indefinite ‘o’ shape. Toji takes advantage and shoves the tip into your mouth. Moans are mumbled, holes puckering to the slow push and pull of the colossus’ hips. After a few seconds, you begin to bob your head and suck.

“Hmmm, bad girl,” Toji grabs for the back of your head. “So busy with y’r lil’ outing that you didn’t notice me see you, walkin’ in the crowd and talkin’ with the townspeople,” he holds his breath from the sight of you lapping your tongue around the glans, precum oozing to your tastebuds. “And then be too friendly with those farmers, laughin’ and talkin’ too close to ‘em.”

You suck on his glans and with a hum. “Mmahh, I wasn’t planning on staying for too long,” you kiss and suck on the skin of the underside of his shaft until you meet his balls. Your tongue swirls on his testes, “I was just being polite—Ahhh!”

“Way too polite,” Sukuna smacks your butt, spawning a mouth to his palm to chew on the flesh to erupt a cry. Another bite comes from his lower right on your waist. “Might as well have asked them to come over.”

“Right…Hnngh!” Toji loves how you guzzle on his testicle. “Is that what ya want, princess? Have some strangers come here and see how much of a slut you are for our dicks, huh?” He yanks you by the chin, your expression already enhancing to a daze. “Wanna let ‘em have a go with you?”

It’s hard to answer as Sukuna ruts increase in pace, toes curling at the rub of your inner walls. “Ghhahh, n-no…! I don’t want anyone else to—shiiit—t-touch me like you do!” Sounds of skin slapping against each other from behind have you twitching even harder. Sukuna places his upper right arm to place on your shoulder to bite on your shoulder, while the lower left slither to your clit for the tongue of his palm to lap and tease. 

“Fuuuck, pussy so tight,” the behemoth sighs deeply. “Feel so good, shit isn’t meant for anyone outside this room.” His hips dial to a sporadic rhythm, shivers crawling up his spine as you scream all cutely from his movement. “All mine,” He bends to speak behind your nape. “All fucking mine.”

“Yesss, ahaaaa,” you howl out with your face smooshed to Toji’s pelvis, your hands stimulating his erection. “I only belong to you, my loves, only you…” you take in Toji’s tip once more, whimpering as his length busy your mouth inch by inch.

“Good girl, good girl,” Toji praises you from above, the hand on your head keeping you glued to him while the other husband has his way with you. Soon enough, both his strong palms come to your face, and he essentially fucks your face like a toy, your jaw loosening to make the process easier. 

Sukuna grabs for your arms and pulls you back but doesn’t stop Toji from fucking your face till the hilt meets your lips, and his balls knock your chin. You’re nerves are heightened, stimulated by the onslaught of pleasure on both ends. Your cunt and anus spasming around the limbs pushing to and fro, and your mouth mumbling on the dick, hitting the back of your throat.

And it doesn’t take long for your climax to steer you off, your frame trembling uncontrollably as you jerk and quaver under the bow of these men. Toji and Sukuna find it amusing, the hand on your clit pinching the bud.

“Hmph, cumming on my cocks like crazy.” The salmon-headed one playfully smacks your ass as your entrances flutter from the aftershocks. “Apology accepted, little bird; consider this a warning until the next time you transgress.”

Toji removes his cock from your mouth, strings of blended saliva and come leave the messy opening. “Now, ya know, princess. C’mon, lemme have my turn.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 ☆ dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[thepersonperson]

Why the hell is JJK 270 called Dream's End?

JJK 270 being titled Dream’s End is so fudging ominous. That’s some Umineko type beat. I’m not sure if I should even judge this chapter as presented because of this. In fact, I'm holding off on posting the other analysis I had for today since I no longer am certain of what JJK 268–270 are.

There's two lines of thought I have:

1) Gege suffering from burnout and bad working conditions plus rushing has caused the writing to decline.

2) Gege still has a hidden ace saved for the final chapter and the weird writing is deliberate.

I'm going to humor Option 2, but only because the title of this chapter is called Dream's End.

(The most 'hear me out' discussion under the cut. Using TCB scans and leaks. Click images for captions/citations.)

[Small Update: Follow-up Discussion on why everyone feels OOC.]

Preface

"Without love it cannot be seen."

This is a phrase and philosophy I have borrowed from Umineko since I've started these JJK yapfests. It essentially boils down to 'discard your negative biases and try to examine things in good faith.'

JJK 268 & 269 have fudging tested that for me. I've been giving Gege and the characters a pretty hard time with the caveat of knowing how exploitative the manga industry is. I initially rejected the idea that these chapters were to be taken at anything other than face-value because of this. In fact, I cited the JJK 268 chapter title of Finale as a reason I've accepted things as is.

And with that same logic, I'm now doing the opposite... So hear me out! I've got some pretty good reasons to be doing this.

What's wrong with JJK 268–270?

There's a lot of things in these chapters that are fundamentally inconsistent with what's been established in throughout the manga. If we use Option 1 to explain these contradictions, these are last second retcons because Gege forgor.

Option 2? We're about to have the rug pulled the hell out from under us because the last 3 chapters have been delusions.

What first tipped me off to something possibly being wrong on purpose was the fate of the incarnated culling game players in JJK 270. Not too long ago it was established that the souls of non-sorcerers in vessels were unsavable.

The souls are suppressed in a way that distorts them permanently or their consciousness is outright destroyed. They were gambling on Megumi's survival due to him being a sorcerer and Sukuna's incarnation method being unique. 99% of them will die and those who survive will likely be vegetables, so why is there a sudden gamble on their survival in JJK 270?

It's such a neat and fine bow to tie this mess up that goes directly against existing lore. It's so ideal that it has me suspicious.

Brain damage from sorcery on non-sorcerers has been established as extremely taxing. I think about Gojo's Unlimited Void (UV) the most when it comes to this. Non-sorcerers were hit by it for 0.2 seconds and required medical intervention for 2 months to fully heal from it. Sukuna, the absolute strongest, tanked some of it and it affected him for the rest of the battle. ...And then we have Megumi who was under it for about 6 minutes and seems to have very little problems from it.

This is bizarre. Someone who underwent the month long bath and UV without Reverse Curse Technique (RCT) should be struggling to even stand after waking up. Sukuna had RCT and the Gojo brain damage still took him out. This screams of inconsistent writing unless...this is a deliberate hint that something is amiss.

I want to draw attention to the panel Megumi's UV damage is addressed. Just about everyone has been seemingly waiting around in the same spot for him to wake up. It's a bit weird given that sorcerers don't usually do that. They usually get a move on asap. And after the destruction of Shinjuku and the Culling Game Players still running about, why would they take a breather to discuss their plans that worked?

But that's not what started bothering me about that panel after reading JJK 270. It's that characters who aren't in the room, start appearing without warning. Look who is behind Maki and to the left. It's Kusakabe. And to her and Yuta's right? Inumaki. So why is it that Hakari, Kiara, and Ino are in Kusakabe's place while Todo spawns where Inumaki is? (And Yuta is facing the wrong direction too.)

That's pretty fudging weird right? You can chalk it up to Gege forgor but it doesn't stop there. Higuruma enters the discussion in a way that causes Yuji to pause.

Why is Yuji surprised to see him? (And where the fudge did he come from?) Shouldn't he know of his survival by now? And why is he in a cast? Higuruma had learned RCT and fully restored his arms before leaving the battlefield. If he's conscious, then he should be able to heal himself fully no problems.

And that got me thinking... Why is Yuji still missing his fingers?

It was established that he kept his fingers unhealed to help with Yuta's plan. This means that if he won, he has no need to keep them missing. Yuji has fully regenerated missing chunks of his face, including his eye, and stomach. He has RCT just like Higuruma. But it doesn't end there either. Yuji's number of fingers on his left hand keeps changing.

4 fingers, 3 fingers, dubious amount of fingers, 5 fingers. Once again, you can chalk it up to Gege forgor, but JJK 270 came out and the same problem started happening with Megumi's scars.

The same mistake is made within the same set of panels and very big page. That's weird.

ONCE AGAIN, you can chalk it up to Gege forgor, but when these errors occur, like with Yuta mistakenly having his ring on in JJK 251, Gege will note the mistake outright. Gege has made no such comments for Yuji's fingers or the scars. This many “errors” in row when Gege has otherwise been careful with these features could indicate it really is on purpose. (Kind of like Sukuna's everchanging mask. The thing was just moving around and pulsing. That was deliberate not inconsistency.)

What does this mean?

I think it means what we are seeing isn't reality. After all, the most common way to tell if you're dreaming is being unable to count the number of fingers on your hands. Another way to tell is the distortion of faces.

Readers have noticed that something is wrong. The weird timeskips, the lack of lasting consequences, design inconsistencies, characters behaving like similes of themselves, death and pain being glossed over like it's nothing. It all feels so off. But it's still close enough to the original to be somewhat believable. ...Is that not what it's like to dream and not know you are dreaming?

Why is it that the chapter titled Dream's End ends with the hunt for a curse user whose ability is to distort the perception of reality?

Dreams and Delusions in JJK

We already know Gege weaves Buddhist symbolism and ideas heavily into JJK. I'm not an expert in Buddhism at all, so there's a lot of it that goes over my head. I decided to look into if dreams are significant in Buddhism and boy howdy are they. Quoted directly from the source:

"Dreams can be a message from a Bodhisattva, an ancestor, or a god, The intent of the dream may be to test the dreamer’s resolve: is he non-retreating (avaivartika) from Bodhi (enlightenment) even when sleeping? The purpose of the dream visit may be to communicate information vital to the dreamer’s well-being. The Buddha himself had five dreams of catastrophes, falling stars and worlds in collision just before his enlightenment. The dreams were sent to him not by a benevolent Dharma-protector, but by an malevolent sorcerer, intent on disrupting the Buddha’s samadhi and preventing his awakening."

In summary, (correct me if I'm wrong) dreams appear to be seen as another state of being just as valuable and impermanent as reality.

There's also this other bit I'll quote directly.

"The most common use of dreams in the literature of the Mahayana, or “Northern School” of Buddhism in China, Tibet, Japan, Korea, and Vietnam is to see dreams as a simile for sunyata, (emptiness) the hollow core at the heart of all component dharmas (things). For example, in the well-known Vajra (Diamond) Sutra, the Buddha taught that:

“All conditioned dharmas, are like a dream, like an illusion, like a bubble, like a shadow, like a dewdrop, like a lightening flash; you should contemplate them thus.”"

That's starting to sound like what Yuji's Domain does, right? He projects memories that did happen and mixes them with delusions and dreams. Sukuna and Megumi both experience this in full.

It's incredibly suspicious that it hasn't been named yet. Yuji is the son of Kenjaku who has a domain based on the Womb Sutra/Realm...which is paired with the aforementioned Diamond Realm to encompass the entire Dharma. It's very likely this is what Yuji's domain is—a realm of dreams and reality combined as one.

Unreality Runs in the Family

When Sasaki Setsuko "wakes up" as the Culling Games begin, Kenjaku explains her situation with this:

What follows is a sequence that cannot be described as a dream. It seems to be a blend of reality and hallucinations. But that's not anything strange, Sukuna does it too with Kashimo in reverse.

As you can see, both the positions of the characters and even the backgrounds change suddenly from reality to ??? and from sequence to sequence. It's all incredibly dream like.

Another strange thing about this space is Kenjaku creating it as a part of an escape route Binding Vow. You know, the kind Sukuna uses for Malevolent Shrine.

What I want to draw attention to here is this reality-dream state somewhat requires consent (in the loosest possible definition) to appear. The person entering this state has to desire it themself. We see this with Jogo and Gojo who are mutually interested in having a relationship of somekind with Sukuna. (Same with Kashimo.)

(It's also very hard to tell if they are dead or still in the process of dying during this.)

This is where the delusions Yuji projects differ. They are forced onto others when he is near death or severely injured, seemingly as a defense mechanism.

And would you look at that...the syntax is identical for Todo and Choso's Brother Yuji Delusions. "At that moment, a memory was born inside X's brain...of a past event that never happened." It's kind of like how Yuji replaces Gojo in Megumi's memory to reach him. It's also very strange that Sukuna, Choso, and Jogo go "What is this?" to this in-between space.

My point here is that Yuji having access to this space has been hinted at since the start of this manga and that it was inherited it by blood. (Totally Not Kenjaku showing up with Takaba Mr. Reality Warping CT in JJK 270 supports my case too I think.)

What does this mean for JJK 268–270?

The battle ended in JJK 268. Of that I'm certain. What I no longer know is if anyone survived.

A common complaint about Sukuna's death is his lack of an afterlife scene. Everything ended so abruptly. And then Megumi wakes up.

It's so jarring in out of place. ...But that's how all scenes involving the space between dreams and reality begin. Sasaki Setsuko "wakes up" once and then again. Most of us have experienced those kind of dreams right? (They made a whole movie about it called Inception which is based on the movie Paprika.)

There's one other thing I need to draw attention to. Yuji's Domain shattered after Sukuna cast Domain Expansion (DE).

When a sorcerer withdraws their domain voluntarily, it does not shatter. Gojo has demonstrated this for us in quite clearly.

When a domain is broken by force, it will shatter and shards will scatter. When a domain is withdrawn, no shards are left behind. Yuta uses these facts as a part of his plan. In JJK 252, it's revealed by Kusakabe that Yuta shatters his own domain on purpose to trick Sukuna into thinking he won.

What this means is that some kind of violent action needs to be taken to shatter a domain. Yuji's domain is massive and his attacks only targeted Sukuna. What could've shattered his domain all at once? He's not had the time to practice shattering parts of it like Yuta.

Gojo has shown us what a uniform domain shattering looks like—it happens when Malevolent Shrine activates. (Please note that the sfx used for Sukuna breaking Gojo's domain is カシャア. It's the same one used for Yuji's domain shattering.)

I'm proposing that we've been in unreality since the end of JJK 266. Sukuna and Yuji are both severely injured, on the verge of death, and have a connection with each other. These are all conditions that trigger the space between dreams and reality.

And I must remind you that Yuji first triggers this event with Todo after a severe head injury. Right before Sukuna casts his domain, they do this to each other.

Everything that has come after has been perfect for Yuji to a unbelievable degree. Everyone whose death was uncertain is alive and the living are getting exactly what they wanted. The effort behind it and the logistics are all missing. And yes a rushed ending can explain that, but that too can be part of the ruse.

Another massive complaint is that mourning has not occurred. Not for Gojo or Choso despite how much Yuji cherished them. It's like they're being willfully forgotten by the cast despite being crucial to their success in Shinjuku. It feels out of character, especially since Yuji is of the few that showed concern for them no matter what.

But if this is a delusion on the brink of death designed to bring happiness, why would Yuji think of the dead? He's always been so avoidant with it. When his grandpa is dying and trying to talk about his parents, Yuji tells him to shut up. When Nanami dies, he thinks of him then and then never again directly leading up to his talk with Sukuna. When Megumi tries to discuss Nobara's fate, Yuji ends the conversation as quickly as possible.

The only people in this world are the ones who may or may not be dead. He saw Yuta in Gojo's corpse. The only way that can happen is if Gojo is dead. Yuji has no choice but to believe it. Choso burned away before his eyes. Yuji has no choice but to believe it. He went through some of Megumi's memories and saw Tsumiki's corpse. Yuji has no choice but to believe it.

And since Tsumiki is the only person Yuji wasn't close with, she's the only death that has been outright acknowledged. But not for too long! That would make Megumi sad.

Another complaint is that Sukuna really didn't kill anyone in the final battle outside of those two and Kashimo. The dudebros call it Disney Kaisen. But the fairytale-like idea that everyone is ok? Todo was the one who put that idea in Yuji's head.

And Yuji has always been one to fall to story-like logic when things look like they're finally wrapping up.

"And then everything will be just fine." (Yuji before the worst possible outcome for both him and Megumi happens.)

This is similar to the line Gakuganji uses in JJK 270. "Everything is fine." This line is the whole reason I sat down and wrote this all out without stopping. I know Gakuganji. He'd never say that. This man has been in a state of worry over Jujutsu Society since his first appearance. He doesn't even fully believe in Gojo's cause as someone who values tradition. He's a stickler for details and will do everything in his power to ensure stability. For him to toss Sukuna and Tengen's remains in a shrine and call it a day? Who is that? He's changed but not that much.

And so I compared the raws.

It is very much the same 大丈夫 (Daijoubu). These are Yuji's words.

What I'm proposing is that JJK 267–270 are Yuji's delusions of the happiest possible ending. It's a picture perfect little end where all the trauma and death has no effect on the living and people move on like nothing happened. I don't know if this means he's dead or if Megumi's dead or if they're all dead. But what I'm seeing now? I don't think it's real.

Reexamining JJK 269

CW: Brief discussion of suicide.

Even if this turns out to be a part of the smokescreen, I'm always going to hate JJK 269. But I do want to give it some grace under the assumption this chapter titled Examination (which can also be translated as Reflection) is about Yuji's guilt. Both him and Megumi's tbh. I think their feelings for each other and their situations are driving these delusions. That's one thing about this space that's real—the feelings behind them.

Yuji has a lot of guilt surrounding his existence after ingesting Sukuna, Megumi does too. Straight up Yuji has been seeking death over it since JJK 9.

He struggles to forgive himself for being the centerpiece to violence he had little to no control over. The only thing that upsets him more than that is knowing that his death will break Megumi's heart. He doesn't want Megumi to feel any guilt for it whatsoever.

The kicker is, Megumi already knows Yuji is planning to die. And he wants to do everything to rid him of that guilt. Up until they connect inside of Yuji's domain, they were unaware they shared the same goal for each other.

And that's what JJK 269 is. It's a very cold and harsh breakdown that allows them to forgive themselves. Blame is passed around and ultimately pinned on a combination of Gojo and Kenjaku. (It's really weird Sukuna isn't blamed either, but that's not the point of this for now.)

Kusakabe's comment is especially harsh. Telling Yuji point blank he should've died and that both sides on the issue were valid? He may have believed that to an extent, but he made a point of not telling it to his face. Why have a whole chapter discussing how kind he is only to turn around and do this?

If this is all a delusion, a manifestation of Yuji's guilt and trying to absolve himself of it for Megumi's sake, that makes sense. This version of Kusakabe is what Yuji feels guilt over the most—Everyone's lives being better if he died.

In the same breath Kusakabe tells them to solely blame the adults. It's very reminiscent of Nanami telling Yuji that being a child is not a sin.

It should also be noted that every single time Megumi tries to apologize for being possessed, he's stopped. Maki tears into Yuta without checking in on him, but she asks if Megumi is ok and tells him to not blame himself. JJK 270 is full of this too. He tries to apologize to Tsumiki at her grave and Shoko tells him not to sweat it. He tries to apologize to Hana and she hits on him instead.

This delusion is crafted out of love. It allows Megumi to live in a world where he can move on from the guilt surrounding his possession and saving Yuji. It's all Yuji has ever wanted for him. And now that Yuji knows Megumi wants him to forgive himself, he has no choice but to do that too.

It's a perfect ending for Megumi that's too good to be true.

It must be a dream...

There's another thing I can't reconcile about JJK 269 unless it's a delusion—Todo's explanation for Yuta's plan. It's another one of those glaring contradictions.

In JJK 269 Todo claims Boogie Woogie can't target Maki. But in JJK 259? Todo makes plans with Mei Mei knowing that it works with her.

Either Todo lied...or Yuji never fully knew the plan and that Boogie Woogie could target Maki. Otherwise she would be dead. Her surviving Sukuna's flames would be impossible.

I've already talked about how Yuji believing those who may or may not be dead are alive is Todo's doing. He's always been the one to save Yuji from his breakdowns. But let's talk about his speech in Shibuya.

"Looking for meaning or logic in death...can at times defile the memories of those we've lost!"

Everyone who has read these past 3 chapters has really felt the defiling of Gojo's memory. And it was all in service to a strange logic that helped them cope with all this death. Acknowledging how massive Gojo's sacrifice was would riddle both Yuji and Megumi with immense guilt, so it's best to ignore it for Megumi's sake. (And perhaps that's why Yuji replaces Gojo in that memory.)

"What have you been entrusted with? You don't need to answer right now. However... Until you find your answer, never stop moving."

In a way, JJK 269 is an answer to the question Todo proposed. Yuji was entrusted with saving Megumi. Saving Megumi requires Megumi and Yuji forgiving themselves. And Yuji won't stop moving until it's done. All these time jumps and rushed developments are Yuji moving Megumi forward. He's getting that happy ending even if it's to the detriment of everything else.

What about Sukuna?

When Sukuna respects his opponents and they have a connection, he gives others these dreams before they pass. He's been very impressed by Megumi since JJK 9. It's not out of the ballpark for him to allow Megumi to die satisfied in the way Gojo did. Yuji also seems to understand that Sukuna was manipulated by others just as much as he was. I think that's why Sukuna is spared of the blame for the most part.

I don't think Sukuna won. He's probably dead. But he did warn Yuji not to underestimate him. I think the worst absolute last fudge you to Yuji he could give is this happy ending dream before ripping it all away as he dies.

In Conclusion...

I'm not sure that we're going to get that happy ending. Reggie Star warned us not too long ago.

"...it all comes down to a sorcerer's lies."

Reggie is a lot like Sukuna here, outwitted by modern sorcerers and dying to someone he loathes. Sukuna is good at tricking people. He let Gojo think he won before tearing it all away. Yuta did the exact same thing to him. Or did he?

"Can you do me a favor? After all, you've killed me. Let fate toy with you, become a clown, then die."

If the last 3 chapters are delusions...Megumi will be playing the part of a clown.

Gege said the manga would end with either 1/4 or 3/4 of Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and Gojo surviving. This of course, could be changed throughout its development, but Gege said the manga is ending in its original vision. There's a real chance that it's only Yuji or Nobara surviving.

Remember, Gege is a troll first and foremost. Somehow Gojo was revived, but in the worst way possible (Yujo). Somehow Gojo did tell Megumi about Toji, but in the worst way possible (dead man's final letter).

Gege also said this about the final chapter:

"I am working hard to create a final chapter that will (hopefully) satisfy as many people as possible who have supported Jujutsu Kaisen. So everyone, please bear with me!"

I can't think of a better way to appease everyone than by making the last 3 chapters nothing more than dream.

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Imagine Sukuna stealing control to show you what a REAL ORGASM should feel like after getting fed up with being a spectator to Yuji's lovemaking sessions…

“That’s it,” Sukuna praises, pressing a kiss against your hair, openly ignoring your enthusiastic shivering, “THIS is how it should feel.”

Those thick fingers begin to slid down the delicious curve of your pelvis, trailing down with a velvety soft touch that lit up with hundreds of goosebumps just from his rough fingertips, a sensation so different than when Yuji did it, making you feel curious and less abrasive than you should at being at the mercy of The King of Curses.

Same reason why you didn’t stop his bold advance when two fingers bluntly traced the shape of your pussy, you squeal, nevertheless, allow him to go, up and down your slit, slowly letting those large digits be devoured by your greedy folds, wetting them up to the knuckles and bending them inside of you, making you let out a long, guttural moan.

"S-Sukuna-....ngghh-... I-I..."

Your torturer merely stifles a chuckle against yours sweaty scalp. Sukuna won’t deny his interest in you. Not anymore. At first you only seemed like a distraction, something to entertain himself with when he had the chance, but the more he watched you the more curious he grew. Curiosity that began to consume him, frustration had him cursing Yuji's name, it was torture to be a spectator in his pathetic act of sex, his hips weren't powerful enough while he rammed you, his kisses were clumsy and awfully, sweet, a man that acted more like a boy -too uncontrolled- looking for his own orgasm like a brat.

More than once, Sukuna saw from his cage of flesh how you faked your pleasure, more than once he saw the boredom in your gaze. 

So, when you found one of his fingers in the last mission, he made sure to wore Yuji’s body down to unconsciousness, he had plans for you, he knew it was his way out, his chance to control the vessel’s body and get what he wanted: You.

Everything was going so well, that he licks his lips in silent awe at the sight of you. All curled up ever so adorable inside his strong arms, a small gasp escaping you as your eyes flutter up to look at him with trembling lips as you appear to be shuddering. At this range, the source of this intoxicating obsession, impossible to deny to the king of curses: you're HIS, and it took everything in his power to keep himself from pouncing on you then and there.

"...Mine."

Was all the King can bring himself to whisper under his breath, overwhelmed at how unique and strong the pull you had to his possessive string was, one that tickles at his senses and begs for him to draw you nearer as he digs his fingers deeper inside you. The way you shuffle backwards with a little anxious squeak is so adorable, so fucking precious, and your breathing grows heavier. 

"S-sukuna, Oh my GOD...!"

You finally force out, your voice shaking as you clutch the fabric of his pants to try and hide your enjoyment from the enormous Curse's gaze. Saying Sukuna seem 'different' than when you have encountered him in the middle of a battle is an understatement as you can’t help but feel drawn by his sheer size and presence, something than used to intimidate you, right now was embarrassingly thrilling. Even Yuji's scent had change, he now smelled akin to men's cologne and musk, flooding your senses and making you deliriant.

"That's right, I'm your new GOD, (Y/N)."

His laugh is deep and sinister and it quakes up and down your spine like volts of electricity.

Something about this monster is just... so, so good. It’s... thick, and masculine, and you can’t control the way there was a clenching in your belly, a twitch of need in between your thighs the more he aids you to ride his fingers at a steady pace.

"I can tower endlessly above you, sweet doe." Sukuna whispers to your ear, "such a cute creature you are," purrs diabolically sensual, "trying to move as far back away from my fingers as possible just to end up pressed tighter against my chest," his teeth nip at your earlobe, "...are you doing it on purpose, (Y/N)?"

Your squirms and cries are driving him feral, “Sukuna, keep…k-keep going…. I-I just need… pleeeaaaa-se…. faaaaaaaaster….” 

Sukuna Ryomen shooshes you softly as your moans and groans disperse through the air, and he keeps his movements slow. Letting you chance after the sensation. He didn’t want his sweet little plaything to be unsatisfied, after all.

The bed dips significantly as the large man maneuvered you out of your pajamas, loving the way you squirm while agreeing and surrendering to his caresses, his breathing labored and deep as he rips the layers away from your delicious curves.

Sukuna recalls having heard a handful of conversations that you had with his pathetic vessel about what you liked, and he thinks he knows how to become your obsession as you had become his, but to think that this was, more likely than not, your very first wholehearted orgasm made him positively tingle with excitement.

"I can feel you are close, doe."  The King of curses announce softly as your scent makes him light-headed, arousal stirring in his loins as he just wants to lick and mark you everywhere imaginable. "Look how much you are squirming just for my fingers, my sorceress."

"Yuji-"

"Don't say his name!" heat bristles across your skin, a hungry thrum in between your legs the more possessive Sukuna grows, his hands greedily squeezing you tighter to him, "-not when you're about to cum for me."

It’s becoming harder and harder to ignore the stir he makes you feel, no one had ever done that. He was a villain, a monster... yet, the deep baritone of his voice reverberates through your entire body, full of promises. You can't remember ever being this horny before, to the point your cunt is absolutely throbbing and spasming around his fingers. Closer and closer and closer and FUCK! —

You cum hard around his fingers, digits that now are being tightly wrap around your convulsing walls, trying to fight off the lecherous feeling twisting your loins with pleasure becomes an impossible chore. You could think of nothing else but have that thick, large piece of meat that you knew Yuji owned, stretching you open.

God, you can’t stop from cumming, soaking Sukuna's fingers in your juices. Your entire body melting against the monster behind you, while his hands visit every corner of your skin freely given by you, as your, offering for his orgasmic gift. 

"That was-... that was s-something elseeee," you babble disoriented, heaving like as if you had just run a marathon.

You want him to fuck the life out of you. This was wrong, you knew that, nevertheless, you feel dizzy and hot and so, so needy for him to keep touching you. You want so bad for him to leave love-bites all over you, and for him to use you to make himself cum but also cuddles and kisses, warm skin against warm skin, his feral lips against your naive ones, this glorious beast cooing praise or growling out in pleasure for you.

“As a King with quite a few past conquests under my belt, I know your internal struggle all too well, my little doe.” Sukuna mutters highly amused, burying his nose inside your sweaty scalp, “in the Heian era women offered themselves to me freely, just for the chance of being my concubines,” his thumb is still making circular motions over your swollen clit, lazily. “Such a little human like yourself is no challenge at all considering your young hormones,” he presses that fat thumb harder to your bundle of nerves and you jump, making him chuckle unworriedly. 

“… And even if you try to fight me off,” his other hand grabs at your jaw, tilting your chin up to make eye contact for his message to stab you deep, “a man of my strength would have no problem pinning you down and claiming your body for myself.”

Those crimson, sharp orbs are so piercing, your breath catches inside your lungs, “-I could make you submit with my power, whisper orders in your ear and make you beg for my cock,” your gasp slips out and he chuckles, “but I won’t…”

Your lips mouth a silent ‘why not?’ and Sukuna almost bend you then and there to fuck your brains out and carve the shape of his cock inside your tight, gummy walls, but he restrained himself. The growl that came out between his clenched teeth, a clear sign of his struggle.

He could do it, as easy as breathing, but he WON’T! you were no common whore! You were going to be his, HIS darling, the only soul who could EVER say that Ryomen Sukuna needed while sporting the flesh of a human, he wanted nothing more than to boast his power, his experience of a thousand years and prove how great of a lover/husband/owner he was going to be to you.

You look at him with eyes fill with need, and it forms a lump in Sukuna’s throat, licking his lips with anticipation.

“You are going to freely choose to be mine, not the brat's." Sukuna start, reaching out for you with those strong tattooed hands and your pussy clenches. A voracious smirk twists those borrowed lips sinisterly. You have no idea what awaits you, what this demon has planned for you, you have no idea how thirsty, desperate and volatile you've made him… but you're about to find out…

🔞➡️ COMPLETE 8K SMUTTY FANFIC COMMISSION IN MY PATREON (Includes NSFW Art from scenes of the story)

➡️ 👀 NSFW Sneak Peek of artwork of this story

[pupkashi]

satoru comeback truthers rise WHERE IS UR RAGE !!!

youre still slightly shaking, even with one hand in your lovers warmer one, you can’t help but feel the same fear you felt when you saw him laying in two.

“sweetheart” his voice is honey like, smoothing your sore throat as you look up at him, face dirty and scarred. “i asked if you wanna get pho?”

it’s odd, coming back home as if nothing happened. as if he hadn’t just had the battle of a lifetime and almost lost. your legs feel wobbly and that sinking pit in your stomach is back. you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, playing it off as you thinking.

“yeah pho sounds good” you say weakly, not taking your eyes off of satoru as he leads you to the couch. he tries to untangle your fingers from his, stopping when he feels your squeeze harder to keep his hand in place.

he doesn’t say anything, instead ordering with one hand, drawing a soothing circle with his thumb on your hand. satoru can feel your eyes on him, practically burning a hole into his skull with the intensity of your stare. he doesn’t mind, he can’t imagine how you felt, thinking he was dead for who knows how long. god knows what he would’ve done if the roles were reversed.

“ordered it, should be here in an hour ish” he whispers, pulling you close and laying back on the couch. you’re quick to wrap your arms around him, careful to not squeeze too hard as he was still sore and bruised.

thump, thump, thump.

the rhythmic beating is enough to calm you for a moment, your hands are less shaky and you feel like you can finally breathe. your eyes shut for a second, only to be met with the scene of satoru laying on ground. your eyes are shooting open immediately, making you sit up straight and giving satoru a once over, relieved to see he was really there.

“hey, im right here” he’s as gentle as ever, hands finding yours and squeezing tight. “im not going anywhere” he’s promises, placing one of your hands over his warm chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart calms you once more.

“‘m sorry” you choke out, wiping your eyes quickly before smiling softly, “was just- it was a lot” you mumble, “i thought-” you can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, satoru doesn’t make you, pulling you to his chest and kissing the top of your head.

the two of you stay like that for a while, taking turns holding each other, comforting one another and placing endless kisses on each others faces. it felt like only a moment had passed in comparison to the eternity you felt without satoru.

satoru notices the way your eyes linger on him, the way you’re looking at him every couple minutes as the two of you eat soup in silence. it hurts his heart, seeing you so afraid and traumatized, he wishes he could go back in time and make sure they kept you away from any screens.

the season finale of the show you two had been watching doesn’t matter to you much anymore, barely paying attention to it. your focus is instead on the white haired man laying practically on top of you, mindlessly eating some popcorn you’d made for him.

your fingers are tangled in his hair, somehow still soft despite everything he went through. satoru can feel your eyes on him, of course he can. he wonders if you’re looking at his scarred skin, if you’re too scared to even continue a relationship with him.

“you should shower” your comment is what breaks the silence and interrupts satoru’s spiraling thoughts.

“huh?” there’s genuine confusion in his voice. is that really what you were thinking about? “are you calling me stinky?” he teases, testing the waters.

“grimy, actually” a small smile creeping on your lips. it makes satoru’s heart glow, a wide grin on his lips as he sees your smile.

“your words cut deep” he pouts, quickly smiling again when you roll your eyes at his familiar antics. “even sukuna didn’t hurt me this much” the words make you gasp, smacking him slightly and pushing him off the couch.

“uncalled for!” you laugh, shrieking when satoru stands from the floor and picks you up swiftly. he doesn’t think k twice before peppering kisses over your face and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“now you’re stinky too!” he wastes no time in heading to the restroom, with you still in his arms (hardly putting up a fight). he sets you on the counter softly, bending down to be eye level with you. his nose is only centimeters from yours, and you can’t resist the urge to rub yours against his.

satoru giggles at your action; the noise alone puts your heart at ease, the weight on your shoulders lifted and things felt right.

for the time the two of you are in the restroom life is perfect again. even when satoru takes his shirt off, visibly nervous about the new scar across his torso, you’re too happy to have him there to care.

“you don’t think it looks, i don’t know, ugly?” he’s avoiding eye contact and you can’t help but laugh softly. the sound makes his head snap towards you immediately, relaxing when you take his hands in his and pull him closer.

“you could never look ugly, angel boy” you mumble, kissing his lips. “i think it looks good, actually” you grin, wiggling your eyebrows and making his cheeks flush pink. satoru wastes no time kissing you again, giggling against your lips.

the hot water hits his skin and it feels like a godsend, making hums sigh in relief.

“told you you should shower” you tease, making your lover grin at your words. he waves you off gently, relishing in the feeling. “c’mere let me shampoo you.”

satoru doesn’t hesitate, a faint smile on his lips when your fingers scratch his scalp. maybe it’s the steam enshrouding the two of you, or seeing you change into his clothes, or smelling the clean bedsheets again, or being home- regardless of the reason satoru finally feels free.

there’s no stress on his shoulders from the higher ups or his clan, he’s not afraid of his students getting hurt anymore, he’s not afraid of losing you.

“i love you sweetheart” he whispers. you’ve been asleep for a while now, your head on his chest with your arms wrapped tightly around him. maybe it was weird but he didn’t care, he spent the night tracing your features with his eyes, memorizing any noise you made and the way you breathed.

satoru’s eyes watered, grateful to be back home. his eyes wandering to his sock drawer, tomorrow he’ll pull out the small velvet box he bought a year ago.

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[tender-rosiey]

“KEEP THE PRIEST! WEDDING NO.2 STARTS!”

— gojo, sukuna, nanami, geto & toji when you catch the bouquet at a wedding (f!reader)

a/n: if you don't have a cousin then now you do and thanks for being patient with me everyone! <3

GOJO SATORU:

 a family member of yours was finally getting married—something you never thought would happen since she was always complaining about all her boyfriends, but hey at least someone finally did it.

anyway, naturally, you took your dear boyfriend as your date.

the wedding was going smoothly, drinks were exchanged, food was distributed, and cakes were eaten—much to your lover’s delight.

another thing that kept happening is people trying to introduce their daughters to satoru.

his instant response was to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you close to him, kissing your cheek and chirping a “sorry, but I am happily taken!”

now it was time for the part that a lot of people wait for: the bouquet throw.

your cousin was already crazy, so she has been waiting for it so she can throw the bouquet with all her might. on the other hand ,you and the other ladies were lined up and patiently waited.

one swing, two swings, one faint throw, and finally the bouquet was thrown into the air, heading towards its next owner.

a chorus of ‘its mine! mine!’ filled the room, but relentless, you maneuvered your way into finally catching the bouquet in your hands.

you’ve won the battle.

but wait. it seems like there is a contestant that won’t back down.

“let go of that bouquet, young lady!”

you look behind you and gasps, it is—“satoru?!”

“yes, satoru!” your boyfriend huffs, making his way towards you.

he firmly takes a stance in front of you, contrasting his intimidating position with his infamous pout, “it’s not fair for you to take the bouquet!”

you sway your hip to the side sassily, “does it make a difference? we’re getting married either way!”

your boyfriend shakes his head, “no, babe!” he places his hands on his chest, pushing his theatrics till the top, “I need to be the star!”

he crumbles to the floor and you merely stare at him in silence.

you see your cousin approach you and your boyfriend, “first of all, I am the star, and second, if you don’t stop fighting, I am taking the bouquet back.”

your boyfriend gasps clinging to your legs, “babe, your cousin is super mean!”

you pat his head with a sigh and he happily presses a kiss to your thigh. what a taxing man to be with.

“sweets, I wanna pee.”

taxing child.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

your boyfriend was—surprisingly—invited to a friend’s wedding, which he hated as he was planning on taking you to a stargazing sight because you’ve been talking about it ever since you saw it multiple times on tiktok.

so, here you are with your boyfriend put into a suit by force.

you’re pretty sure that he is going to rip it any moment, but you would rather he does that when you’re both alone: you don’t necessarily mind a show.

anyway, you are sat with your dear lover who hasn’t stopped frowning since you’ve entered the darn hall.

the only good social thing he has done so far is greeting the groom and the bride. other than that, his hand never left yours and he stuck by you.

it’s cute, though, even if he argues that he is anything but.

you hear them announce that they’re finally throwing the bouquet so you give sukuna a quick peck then run to reserve your space.

now, you get very competitive in certain things, and this is certainly one of them. you will be going home with that bouquet.

and true to your goal, the moment the bouquet is at a height you can reach, you jump at it, holding on for dear life.

your feet reach the ground once again, and you raise your hand in victory, “I did it!”

you don’t see sukuna rolling his eyes fondly and with a proud grin that screams ‘that’s my girl’.

after a bit of applause, you quickly turn to your boyfriend and walk towards his table, radiating with confidence.

you place the bouquet on the table then you lean on your elbows, “I caught the bouquet,” you wink, “what do you think?”

“of course, you would get it,” he hums, “you’re mine, and I don’t settle for less than the best.”

you roll your eyes and lean towards him, swirling the drink that you stole from him, “it’s quite the commitment that we’re getting into,” you then look and lock eyes with him, “think you can handle that?”

“there’s nothing I can’t handle, loser.”

you giggle before cooing, “aww, you love me so much,” he gently shoves you, before his arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you back towards him.

“I tolerate you.”

“so love!”

“no.”

NANAMI KENTO:

jingling bells, clicking heels, steaming food, and loving couples including you and your dear boyfriend fill today’s wedding hall.

a mutual friend of yours and nanami finally tied the knot with their lover, and you were happily invited.

it was a never ending party of laughter and happy tears—that you efficiently hid by burying your face in your boyfriend’s chest.

things calmed down a bit, leaving you to fangirl about how cute your friend is to nanami.

“but kento, she looked so cute! she is so pretty! he better not hurt her!”

nanami keeps munching on his bread, “I think she is capable of handling that herself.”

you cross your arms with a huff, “what do you mean?”

“she is carrying a shotgun.”

“oh, you right,” you acknowledge, before running towards the dance floor when you see your friend about to throw the bouquet, “f/n, you better not throw that until I tell you!”

“if you don’t get then you just have a major skill issue!”

you gasp, taking a battle stance in the middle of the of the dance floor. you hear your friend giggle, before she finally throws the bouquet into the air.

from then, it’s a cat fight between you and the rest of the people.

however, you come out as victorious then excitedly running towards nanami, “kento! kento! did you see me?”

“mhm, you looked lovely as always,” he chuckles, giving you his full attention.

you giggle, taking a seat beside him. you start talking about your fight(?) to get the bouquet while nanami stealthily takes a plate of your favourite snacks from the buffet and slides it to you.

you gasp, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, “thank you, love!”

he hums, eyeing the bouquet, “you know,” then he says, fidgeting with his watch a little, “I can get you a better bouquet if you want—with a side of a ring, of course.”

you were about to finally dig in, but your brain quickly short circuits at his comment, “oh.”

slowly, you turn to him, feeling your face get warmer by the second.

he laughs lightly, hand coming to rest on yours, “I am not joking,” he pulls your hand up for a small peck, “I am just waiting for the right time so please be patient with me.”

GETO SUGURU:

the moment the vows were exchanged, music was blasted to the roof, and everyone was partying to the max.

your cousin, the bride, is dancing to the beat with vigor and excitement you’ve never seen before.

you would like to join her, but geto just won’t let you since he knows that you will somehow end up drunk off your mind and dancing on one of the tables.

so you’re sat with him right now, sulking and glaring at him.

“babe, don’t be so sad now, please? I am only doing this so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself.”

you huff and turn your back on him, “I am a full-functioning adult; thank you very much!”

his hand slowly inches towards yours, “the prettiest full-functioning adult,” he smiles, pulling his chair closer to you. “and the smartest too, did you know that?”

you almost give into his advances—his charming smile is far too lethal—but you’ve developed a bit of immunity to his actions.

so instead, you face him with a teasing smile, “I would love if you tell me more—after I successfully steal the bouquet.”

“steal?”

you roll your eyes, “acquire.”

he laughs lightly, and you take it as your cue to run towards the group of women huddled behind your cousin.

you stand proudly, “c/n, throw your bouquet!”

“no!”

“what?!”

“just kidding!”

and so the bouquet flies and ‘accidentally’ lands in your hands—it’s no accident; you’ve been training your entire life for this moment.

people whoop and applaud, and you bow to audience, before scurrying to your darling boyfriend.

you wave the bouquet in your hand, and he nods knowingly, “guess you’re never get rid of me,” you muse, hugging the bouquet to your chest, “what a pity, right?”

he looks at you confused then sighs with a smile, “I never planned to, but okay.”

you beam at him and throw your arms around him, and he laughs, hugging you closer.

you trace shapes on his back and murmur, “you’re way too cute for your own good.”

“I need to charm you one way or another, you know,” he replies, motioning for the waiter to get you two more drinks.

he stays silent for a moment, “you can go get hammered—“

“not!”

“okay, not hammered with your cousin.”

“yay!” you scream joyously and run away.

guess who ended up drunk and dancing on a table.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

toji and a wedding?

it’s a combination most would not expect, but it isn’t his wedding anyway, so he can’t complain about it being too much commitment right now.

the only thing he can complain about is being put into this ‘suffocating’ suit—a sight you love.

“do we really have to stay till the end?”

you turn towards him, mortified, “this is literally your best friend’s wedding.”

he shrugs, “so?”

with a shake of your head, you drag him further down the hall to your assigned seats. at least, holding your hand is enough to pacify him.

the wedding goes as you would expect, aside from toji almost falling asleep.

you are now just standing beside the clearly expensive and delicious buffet—your true love.

toji is happily indulging in the food laid out in front of him, and you are about to do the same, but you notice that the bouquet throw is about to happen.

so you dash out of your seat just in time to catch that rogue bouquet. you raise your hand, announcing yourself as the now rightful owner of this bouquet.

that’s why you excitedly search for toji to show him your new prize.

you rush towards the table that you left your boyfriend at, “toji, I got it!—toji?”

a look left, a look right, your eyes widen. did the darn guy leave the moment you caught the bouquet? no way his fear of commitment is this intense.

you take note of the groom—toji’s bestie—shaking his head.

feeling embarrassed, you frown and yell for him, “toji fushiguro!”

suddenly, you feel a presence behind your back. you feel the person lean towards your ear a bit, and they whisper a small, “hey.”

you gasp, spinning to smack him square on the shoulder, “I hate you!”

he teases, almost like your hit was never there in the first place, “now now, that isn’t something you say to your future husband,” he grins and you scrunch your face in disgust.

you turn on your heel to walk away from him, “kill yourself.”

“what a foul mouth,” he whistles, following you until you finally give up and are given the chance to punch him in the stomach to make for the scare he gave you.

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[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Blind Gojo adjusting to his new life…

The fight against Sukuna took a lot from everybody. With everyone making sacrifices, it was only right Satoru did too. He wanted to win, he was the strongest right? He had to win, no matter what. Losing the six eyes was just the mere cost of winning the battle. It was worth it right?

Satoru believed he didn’t deserve to live, but he had too now for everyone who died. Ultimately, deciding to now live his life as Satoru Gojo and not "the strongest” anymore. Losing the six eyes initially lead to frustration and anger, as he tried to adjust to being blind. He felt useless for a while, not being as efficient as he was. But over time, this loss lead to his personal growth. Gojo developed a deeper sense of humility and empathy for others, finally understanding the struggles of those who are not as gifted as he once was.

It wasn’t until he met you that he started to feel a sense of normalcy. And here he was at almost 30 learning how to live as a human for the first time. You taught him what true genuine love was and you patiently taught him how to reciprocate it back to you. He learned how to express his feelings to you instead of bottling them up inside. You created a safe space for him where he could unveil the true side of himself. Trust and intimacy forming between you two. Both of you navigating the complexities of loving each other.

He also didn’t know exactly what you looked like, not that he cared. His other senses were still in top shape and keen allies to him. That’s why his hands are always on you, he could feel you. Feeling the warmth of your body against his fingertips, large cold hands always coming to your face. He liked tracing your bone structure with the pads of his fingers, caressing your cheeks, and especially savoring your lips against his own. With each caress, he discovered new assets of your beauty, not defined by your visual appearance but by the sensations that awakened within him.

He could also smell your scent. He knows when you walk into a room when the sweetness of your perfume fills his nostrils, causing it to twitch like a bunny. He buries his nose into your hair because he loves the fresh fragrance of your shampoo. He loves when you bake him all his favorite sweets, the aroma of brown sugar lingering on you makes you smell even sweeter.

The sound of your voice. Satoru could never get tired of it. For once in his life, Satoru found himself not being the talkative one in a relationship. He cherished all the words that would leave your lips, each word a symphony to his ears. In the mornings Satoru would always lay in bed until you woke up waiting for the sound of your voice to be the first thing he heard each day.

All these aspects combined Satoru knew he was finally living the life he finally dreamed of. Every touch, every word, every moment was filling his deepest desires. In your presence, he found the reason why he deserved to live. He found peace and joy, a sense of completeness that he had long yearned for all in one person.

Even though he couldn't see anymore he felt things he didn’t before. He made up his mind that he didn't want to waste any more time. Satoru was now certain that his blindness didn’t stop his ability to love or to commit fully to you and he was more than grateful that you showed him that. It wasn’t long before you both decided to marry.

“She’s perfect…” you utter softly, handing the baby gently into an anxious Satoru’s arms. He cradles the baby just like you taught him, careful to not get too excited and accidentally hurt her. The baby babbles as she feels the comforting warmth of her father.

“The little sounds she makes are my favorite thing to hear,” he says, poking the baby’s cheek. “Describe her again to me, will you?” Satoru looks up from the baby, trying to decipher where you were.

You walk over to join him on the couch. “Of course, she has your beautiful blue eyes…” You noticed Satoru smiling, still holding his daughter close to him. “And your white hair…” you continue, Satoru’s finger coming up to her head, feeling the softness in her hair.

You describe every detail you could about the little baby to Satoru. You tell him about how her eyes seem to gaze into his soul full of love, and the way her tiny nose wrinkles when she sleeps just like his. A lone tear falls down Satoru's face, filled with heartache knowing that he will never be able to see her with his own eyes.

In that vulnerable moment, you hold Satoru close, letting him know that you were there. He smiles at you as he feels your touch, sniffling. There was determination in Satoru’s eyes. He was going to cherish every moment with his family.

"I'll be there for both of you," Satoru whispers, his voice filled with quiet resolve. His words carry a promise.

Thank you @suguwife for this lovely idea and the discord server as well!

[jjk4isen]

ꗃ 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

❝ you're not a curse, you have never been. you were my blessing and my salvation– the best thing that has ever happened to me. you cleared my skies and showed me how it was to love… and be loved. ❞

summary: when your entire village faced the king of curses' wrath, you were sure you'd be as good as food for him but life decides to weave the strings of fate and intertwine yours with the very person who tries to cut it short.

desc: 8.6k words, f!reader, sfw, angsty angst hehe, major character death, cannibalistic thoughts (sukuna is a cannibal after all), takes place in the heian era, true form sukuna, bit ooc bc we know his ass isn't capable of love, ! slightly gory parts!, this is canon bc i said so, kenjaku isn't known as kenjaku yet – he's still known as noritoshi kamo, yorozu mentioned, basically just me raw dogging the storyline during the heian era lol.

notes: this took way longer than it should but i battled like three burn out sessions to write this so lmao. also does anybody get the aot reference in the title? this might MIGHT have a part two if i can think of a good plot to mirror it. if you get the reference, you'll alr know what it's going to be titled :P

must be horrifying isn't it? being a mere human amongst sorcerers and curse users capable of destroying and killing— powerless among the powerful whose thirst for yet more power remain a bottomless pit of unquenchable desire.

in this state of the world, your life wasn't your own. it belonged to the people who were strong enough to kill you or considerate enough to spare you.

and among dangers looming throughout, one triumphs all. one whose name was even powerful enough to send curses back at just the mention of it.

ryomen sukuna. feared by curses and non curses alike. the ruthless evil entity who feeds off of humans. there is no doubt about him being the king of curses, capable of having any being in the palm of his hands.

including you.

your village faced the wrath of the king of curses himself, not a brick was intact nor a rock left unturned. and what's even worse? he didn't have any reason for his destruction. he just did it out of his sheer will.

perhaps you should consider yourself lucky to have your life spared, along with some other women and children. all the men were gone without traces — maybe for the better.

trapped in the basement of the castle’s kitchen, you await your fate to be eaten.

what was that you said before? lucky? no, you realise how horribly wrong you were. the wails and cries of terror as yet another person was dragged out of the small room was enough to ring in your ears forever.

the sudden quietness that followed soon after was enough to suffocate you.

the room was dark, wet and disgusting. it reeked of decomposed bodies and blood. nobody was fed well and even if one or two loaves of pitiful bread were thrown into the small cell, it wasn't nearly enough to feed a group of starving people.

at least the number keeps decreasing day by day.

you'd notice how the people who cried, begged or fought back were likely speeding up their deaths so you kept to yourself, waiting for your turn, even if it's just a while later.

after what you think was a couple of days came your turn. you had lost your perception of everything in this tiny suffocating room; you might as well be dead.

you heard some loud clanks of the metal door and suddenly, a harsh pull sends you essentially flying towards whoever was grabbing you.

“this is the last one” you heard a gruff voice say as a light shone inside. it felt like ages since you saw any sort of light, of warmth. in a way, you were relieved. your suffering must be finally coming to an end.

“its this one isn't it?” a low voice asks as they being a lamp closer to inspect you. your eyes were opened and after a long while, you saw again.

“why is she in such a weakly state?” the person holding the lamp grimaces at your sight. through your hazy vision, you could still make out the white hair, perfectly in place. they were beautiful.

“well that ain't my fault is it?” the big creature yanks your arm and you fall wherever it does.

suddenly shards of ice fill the room and the fire from the lamp is put out. in its place is a glowing icy caricature of the creature, holding you intact.

as terrifying as cursed techniques can be, they were also mesmerising. the beautiful fridgid sculpture leave you in awe; the rough hand holding your arm was now frozen and unmoving.

“now.” the icy person leans down, meeting your eye level, you hadn't realised the dim moonlight illuminating the ice crystals in the room “what shall we do with you?”

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the next time you're concious enough to make out your surroundings, you find yourself in a small dimly lit room. it was heaven in comparision to the previous one.

you scrumble towards the small lamp and take in the warmth. you had no idea where you were, what happened or what would happen but for now, you were alive. barely, but alive still.

weakly, you sit on the floor— there isn't anywhere else to sit anyway. upon hugging your knees you notice an apparent bruse on your arm. the same place where you were grabbed, the memories come back slowly.

did the white haired person save you? could you maybe have a chance at life?

no, being in captivity by the king of curses himself tells you enough that you weren't going to make it out of here alive. well, it's not like you necessarily want to either. your home and the people in it were gone, some of whom you witnessed their end.

it's only fair for you to meet the same fate as them.

the sound of the door unlocking interrupts your thoughts, then in came the person with snow like hair.

“finish this” they hold out a tray of food and set it down next to you. you only lean away defensively.

without so much of another word, they make their way towards the door that is, until you decided to stop them.

“you saved me didn't you?” it had been a while since you even heard your own voice and you don't miss the way it sounded more resigned than it had ever been.

“do not be fooled. it is all in consideration for my master. finish the plate” with that they walk away, leaving you with even more questions than before.

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when the certain white haired person decides to show up, they look pleased with your health. well, it should come as a no surprise since they keep feeding you — overfeeding you in fact. and you know why.

fatten up the stock so that it's in top shape when it's time to consume it.

“follow me” they say, holding the door open.

obediently, you follow the person you owe your life to, for now anyway, and they lead you through alleys and stairways you had never seen before.

only sounds of footsteps and your exhausted huffs can be heard in the hallway filled with various markings on the wall. you don't even want to know what they mean.

“so��� how do i call you?” you manage to ask, maybe if you try to get close to them, maybe they can help a second time.

don't kid yourself.

no reply comes and you feel heat rush to your cheeks from embarassment. but hey at least you tried.

your wandering eyes missed to see them stop before a certain door and you crash into them with a grunt. they must be well built because the impact did not faze them at all.

“sorry” you rub your nose that was sore from bumping your face into their back.

“i go by uraume. i am master sukuna's loyal servant. beyond this door is the garden and you are to take a walk twice a day to build up your stamina. i shall be checking on you daily.”

“why should i need to do that?”

“do as you are told. now go” they open the door for you.

beyond the door is a garden too beautiful to belong in the palace of such an abominable being. flowers of all kind adjourn each corner, flourishing in all their bloosoming glory.

the sky was as clear as can be, with the sun brightly shining as if it's wishing people a good day. the birds chirping and the gentle breeze that brushes through your hair reminds you of your home back in the village and your heart aches a little.

“thankyou” you turn back but uraume is now long gone.

gee must people be so cold around here?

you stroll along the garden, savoring your time outside in so long. how long has it been exactly? you couldn't recall. maybe you should ask uraume the next time they come around.

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only this time when uraume does show up, they don't lead you towards the garden. instead, you find yourself at the door of the king of curses’ throne room.

uraume doesn't say a word and only ushers you in.

is this doomsday? you recall the screams of fear from the people you used to share a home with. the look on their faces, their nails desperately clinging onto the prison bar while pleading for mercy — all of that for naught.

and the silence that followed.

it's possible that the well timed meals and the strolls you took in the beautiful garden was the mercy your people begged for but never got.

maybe you should be thankful you even got to have those.

“master is impatient. you should go in right this instant” uraume insists. something about their behaviour tells you if you don't do as told, you'd have a fate worse than what you could ever think of.

with all the courage you could muster, you unlock the door and take strides into it, as confident as you could make it seem.

the four armed monster looms in front of you, starting down at you as if you were only a mere bug.

perhaps you were — small and helpless, under the mercy of the predator who had seen you.

you bow politely, it seemed like it was the only appropriate thing to do.

sukuna thinks you're pathetic.

just a mere human and not worth his time. there was only a small reason as to why he hasn't had his way with you yet.

your flesh and blood.

to him, you smelled hauntingly sweet and hypnotisingly alluring. that was what drew him to your village in the first place — the hunt for the sweet scent that awakened all his senses, although he doesn't have any idea why.

sukuna is a curious being, he seeks to know the mysteries of the world — one of the reasons why he's so wise, adding to his strength.

so until he has his answers, he plans to keep you around. after that, he can enjoy your flesh however he wants.

just you standing mere feet away from him was enough to tempt him to bite you already. how would it feel to sink his teeth into your skin and have your blood flow down his throat? sukuna couldn't wait until he has the chance to do so.

“leave.” the monster only dismisses you after staring at you so intently, he might as well be staring deep into your soul.

you look up at him in confusion, why would he call you here without any particular reason?

“do your ears not work, human?” sukuna says, rather impatiently.

“lower your gaze and know your place, fool” he practically growls and you look away faster than the speed of light. one more bow and you're bolting out the door.

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your stay at the palace was a cycle of eating, sleeping and taking strolls. it was beginning to get monotonous, boring even. but its much better than facing the king of curses ever again.

you still had no idea why he called you to his throne room and honestly, you don't even want to find out why.

life wasn't so bad — the flowers were beautiful and smelled lovely, the meals were scrumptious and your sleep? well nightmares were inevitable but there were nights when you slept like a log.

and unbeknownst to you, a certain four eyed creature could be seen watching over you. no, observing you. its only right for him to observe his prey right?

it's not out of the goodness of his heart that when you whimper and cry out in your sleep because of a weak nightmare curse looming over your head, he kills it with only a tilt of his own. no, it's only because that curse deters your well being, hence your development to reach your full potential to be a perfect feast for him. nothing more.

weak human, you don't have the means to kill such a low grade curse or even see it. so why were you special? what makes you so different than the other filthy beings with no cursed techniques roaming the earth? sukuna still couldn't tell.

he's aware though — of your silent fear and unspoken resentment you have towards him. he's aware of your quivering soul whenever you sense his presence. he's aware of your desire to escape this place.

but he's also aware of how your smile becomes a little more genuine when you smell a particular flower in his garden. he's aware of how your eyes soften when you see the setting sun. he's aware of how you tried to get close to uraume and only get shut out. he's aware of you.

and that angers him to no end.

what infuriates him even more is how that pathetic servant thinks he can talk to you, and with such ease too. how dare he speak lowly of you? that's a direct insult to him isn't it?

‘you mean less than a concubine?’ sukuna scoffs at him for even comparing you to one.

so the next time he calls the council for a lecture, he doesn't even blink one of his four eyes when the said servant in question gets slashed by his formidable cursed technique.

the room grows thick with the smell of blood that was now splashed all over the carpets and tapestry hanging on the wall—a grueling task for the cleaners later.

“every tongue that rises against my prey shall fall.” the headless body of his once loyal servant serve as testimony to his words.

the palace may be big but rumours flew around: another servant ruthlessly executed by the monstrous beast. even the people under him weren't given an ounce of consideration.

is it a coincidence that it was the same person who cornered you just a day ago? you don't ponder.

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after the ruthless slaughter of your village and everything in it, it didn't take long for sukuna to find his next target.

it wasn't anything new to anybody at all that he was a bloodthirsty beast, revelling in chaos and ruin. one after another, his victims were crushed mindlessly and so easily, it made you sick how powerless other people are in comparison to him.

out of all his battles and countless destruction, one prominent opponent was the fujiwara clan.

they were an elite clan, taking pride in the strength of their squadrons. the world held its breath upon hearing of the battle, maybe they had the potential to rival the king of curses.

the outcome didn't change though. sukuna remained prevalent—bringing the sun, moon and stars at his feet. the five empty generals did not even measure upto him.

the battle must have been so agonising to the point where the authorities were willing to hold festivals in his honour, out of utter terror.

it was at this harvest festival where sukuna had encountered a certain shameless sorcerer who was on her way to be completely obsessed with him.

yorozu had only one goal: to alleviate sukuna's loneliness with her love — something she believed only she was capable of.

thus why she leeches onto him, much like a hick. perhaps sukuna doesn't see her as a threat or he deems her powerful enough, he didn't get rid of her, for now at least.

however, her dreams were short lived.

yorozu sits next to sukuna in his throne room, enticing him with gentle nudges of her exposed chest. her haori was united and her hair fell graciously past her shoulders all the way down her chest.

she only shrieks in horror as she stares at the uninterested man. “you look different… you are different!” she screams angrily.

sukuna only hums in response, deep in thought of how his little prey has been holding up. despite his festivities and celebrations, you were there in the back of his mind, like an itch that cannot be quite scratched.

she stares at him, stepping back further and further “it couldn't be…”

yorozu brings herself to her knees, looking up at sukuna desperately. “i have so much more to teach you about love and the ultimate strength and solitude that it brings!”

she rises, her eyes were erratic, anyone would be afraid of her outburst that was about to come. anyone but sukuna.

“im the one who will teach you about love. that is my purpose and my goal. now tell me, who is it that is taking away your loneliness?”

sukuna raises a brow. it's possibly the only time he indulges yorozu’s antics and also the last.

“i will find out who it is! it doesn't matter if i have to tear this palace apart” yorozu violently darts out the room in search of something, anything. to her, if it was powerful enough to move sukuna then she would have no trouble finding whatever it is.

and she doesn't. not because you're too powerful but rather because of the lack of it. you stuck out like a sore thumb with no cursed energy running through your body, weak and unarmed just strolling across the garden— like the pathetic human you are.

sukuna arrives at the scene, ever observing, ever thinking.

“that is not true love” yorozu mutters, her fists were clenched on her sides as her gaze burnt into you who was unknowing of the fury burning inside her.

“you're mistaken, sukuna. i will show you what real love looks like!” yorozu screams, making her way towards you who could only stare at her in fear, frozen in place.

it would take sukuna less than a blink of his eye to stop her but he was intrigued. what would he feel if you were to be killed? would he feel pain? anger? the beast always finds his answers so he waits.

and what was that about true love? does that woman think he was capable of it? with you, no less? she sees you, a mere human, as a threat so that must mean something.

yorozu lands on you, digging her nails into your skin, blood gushing out of it. sukuna admires the sight.

you scream in agony as she continue to scratch through you and into you with ease. a maniac expression forms on her face at your slowed breaths and now silent helpless whimpers.

but before you were completely gone, sukuna gets rid of her. you were too busy holding onto your life to tell how he did it but one blink was enough for her to be gone and another makes you realise you were caged in the arms of the four armed monster.

“interesting” you heard sukuna say, before your lashes flutter and your eyes close against your will.

sukuna holds your limp body in his arms protectively with calculated gentleness as if a slight jerk would hurt you. well, in your state, it would.

upon watching you get torn apart, sukuna realises he isn't as heartless as he deemed himself. it drives him angry. how could a being as weak as you would have the capability to move him? how could you inflict pain onto him when you're the one who's at his mercy? he scoffs at how ridiculous it is all.

but when his eyes land on you– your fragile body almost lifeless and bleeding, his only thought was towards your safety and not towards devouring you, albeit the sweet scent of your blood tempting him and calling out to him to drink it.

he stares at his hands tainted with the pretty crimson colour, glistening in the sun but it pales in comparison to the way your eyes were shut as if you were only asleep. sukuna sighs, alright then.

his reversed cursed technique flows through his body into your own, healing the deep tears and cuts. he only hopes you aren't too angry at him for waiting that long to step in.

your staggered breathing was replaced with slow even ones and your wounds disappeared as if they had never been there in the first place. a peaceful expression forms on your face and all of sukuna's eyes soften.

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the next time you awaken you find yourself in the comfort of your own room making you doubt if everything that happened was a vivid dream. and you would have believed that doubt if not for the person sitting in the corner of your room, his four arms folded into each other.

you flinch upon seeing him and sit straight up, a groan escapes you involuntarily from your sore body.

“you're awake, brat” his deep voice sends shivers down your spine.

you nod slightly, your eyes on anything besides him.

“how are you feeling?” this makes you jolt your head towards him because did he just ask about your well being? you would say you misheard but the frown and distaste on his face only confirms that he was, in fact, concerned about your condition somehow.

“im feeling alright” you say quietly, still a bit afraid of the man sitting in your room who could easily overpower you if he wanted.

“i should hope so. your weak body didn't take much to heal as easily injurable as it is” he sneers from the shadows that enveloped him.

“so it wasn't a dream?” your voice shook a little which doesn't go unnoticed.

“no. i have taken care of the matter. you may rest at ease” he rises to his feet, he looks way too big to feel safe around. you hug your blankets a little tighter. wait, when did you even have that many?

“do not fear. i do not intend to harm you.” two out of four eyes narrow at you and how scared of him you looked. sukuna doesn't like how that bothers him.

“how do i know that?” your eyes didn't meet him, rightfully so, if it was anyone else who questioned him, sukuna would waste no second getting rid of them altogether.

“it is i.” a viable answer – one that doesn't need any further explaination. sukuna maybe a merciless hard hearted being but he's also a man of his words. anyone who knows him would be aware of this fact.

“but i don't know you.”

he supposes you're right. in a way, nobody knows him. this was also why he remained so strong despite people and sorcerers alike sharpened themselves while fighting him. he did not have an opening to allow them to kill him.

“then you can start from this moment forward.”

“i don't want to.” for the first time, sukuna faces disappointment; but it's a different kind of disappointment. normally he would be discouraged at how nobody was able to stand a chance against him but now, he feels helpless. much like he was the prey and you're the predator.

“and your reason for that is?” ever so curious, he glowered at your body which had somehow become smaller amongst the sheets of blanket you're enveloped by.

“because then… then i will grow to understand you. if i do understand you then that would mean id find out you have a heart. someone with a heart would never… would never…” your voice trails away and you look horrified by the memories flooding your mind.

“so i don't want to know you.” you muster up enough courage to stare into his eyes, all of his eyes and sukuna can feel your soul tremble.

he only watched silently as you fidget under his watchful gaze. great. he's at a loss by someone who's terrified of him, how much more could you hit a blow to his pride.

without a word, he steps out of your room and he could hear you exhale. he huffs in annoyance at how tense you are in his presence. and your words. they might as well be your cursed technique attacking him with every enunciation that came from your mouth.

and they were working.

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the world was somehow shifting. you couldn't exactly pinpoint where or how but it was.

“master has assigned you a new room that would be more comfortable for your stay” uraume says, standing in front of you in a polite stance. “please allow me to guide you there.”

if this is his attempt to make you forget about all the destruction he caused, for whatever reason, it was futile. he was irredeemable.

your thoughts might have been apparant on your face because uraume continues, “master says he does not have an ulterior motive. he simply wants you to be comfortable.”

since when did that beast care about other people's comfort except for his own?

“fine then, show me” if he offered, then there's no problem in accepting. heck maybe you should be taking advantage of his hospitality and ask for whatever you desire. he has put you on death's row and wiped of everyone you knew after all.

you were led to a room that was closer to the main area of the palace, a stark contrast to the basement of the kitchen — where you started from.

pieces of beautiful art were decorating each corner, finest tapestry hanging from the walls, and the curtains? they were of the best material you had ever known. no doubt, this was a room that exceeded even your dreams.

uraume opened the closet revealing kimonos of various kinds, from silk to linen to satin— every kind was there. “i was not aware of your taste so i assorted various kinds.”

you were amazed at the room, the materials – everything but these measly riches don't bring lives back and the monster certainly wasn't capable of any empathy so the words saying he has no ulterior motive were nothing but empty to you.

“what? have i been promoted from prey to concubine now?” the word alone makes you sick to your stomach but it's the only explanation that makes sense.

“you are very wrong. master does not keep concubines. it is only an extension of his kindness.” you laugh, sukuna? kindness? please.

four eyes narrowed at your bitter laugh, sukuna stands in the doorway, each of his two arms folded in each other. he has lost count of how much disrespect he tolerates from you but strangely, it does not give him a drive to kill, only annoyance.

a brow raises when you turn around after being aware of his presence and your laugh, as mocking as it was, dropped into a frown.

seeing how speechless you are, he huffs. from out of nowhere, he conjures up a bow and an arrow to go along with it. sukuna moves stealthily, one step and he's already next to you.

the bow and arrow are shoved into your hands “i have heard you are exceptionally good with these” sukuna says, his voice was low and calculating – if you hadn't known better, you'd say it quivered a little.

he wasn't wrong though, you had to hone some sort of hunting skill for food. life wasn't kind and you learnt it the hard way. nevertheless you felt safer with some kind of weapon you were familiar with, even though they won't be of much help against a sorcerer.

“master’s very own bow and arrow” uraume interrupted, their face had an expression of shock you had never seen on them before. there was an engraving on them– the same mark that sukuna had on his body.

“why give me this?” you ask and receive no answer. not because sukuna doesn't want to answer you, he simply doesn't have a reason. he just wanted you to have it. it felt natural. he'll be damned before he ever admits that to you or even to himself.

“what if i use it on you?” you press on, clutching onto the wooden weapon tightly. “what if i wanted to fire this at you?”

“i would let you.”

it caught you by surprise. why? you want to ask but you also didn't want to hear his reason. you don't want to know him. the little barrier you had put between you both is the only thing giving you leverage against such a vicious being, you couldn't afford to have it break down.

taking a quick abrupt step back, you line the end of the arrow to the bowstring and pull on it with an expert ease, aiming it at sukuna. uraume was about to step in but sukuna waves them off. as if the most feared curse user couldn't defend himself.

he could already have you breathing your last breath in a mere second if he wanted to but of course, he doesn't. he just stands there unmoving. his lack of response to your threat made you all the more aggravated.

“aren't you going to stop me?”

“no. proceed with whatever you intend to do, i shall not stop you.” sukuna's folded arms fell to his sides, giving you an open target for his heart.

now you should be firing your arrow with no hesitation right? you have hunted down countless moving targets from as small as a bird to something as big as a deer.

and they were running while you manage to hit a bullseye – every single time. so now this unmoving big target within just a few meters would be a piece of cake. it's your chance to end the tyranny of his wicked rule and him altogether– a chance that had not been granted to anyone who stands against him.

but your hands wouldn't move. they wouldn't let go of the string to propel the arrow towards him. they were frozen in place. you would have doubted uraume’s technique being in play but no signs of ice crystals found themselves anywhere near.

sukuna waits and you wonder if he was ever this patient.

your hands tremble, slowly letting your form down. why couldn't you just do it?

“human–”

sukuna's words were cut short by a swift arrow flying towards him. he didn't make a move to avoid it.

your trembling hands were now perfectly stable holding the bow. your breathing was calm, collected even. if anyone were to see you now, they'd wonder who the beast is. empty eyes deadpan at your target.

sukuna stares back, his cheek bleeding from the graze of the arrow. unlike your soul-less face, a satisfactory smile creeps onto sukuna's. “you didn't miss, did you? you aimed here on purpose.” his hands caress the small wound in awe.

“next time i wont.”

“as i have said, i will not stop you.”

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the new room was comfortable, all your needs were tended to and your conduct exceeded your desires. you were treated equal to a queen, if you knew how.

and uraume, sukuna's loyal servant, was now your own. they were still very distant though, not speaking more than they needed to. not like you really minded anyway.

uraume was there to observe. they were under strict orders to keep you safe and also report your daily status to sukuna. you weren't exactly aware of this part but there's no harm done so by logic, there wasn't a problem with it either.

sukuna finds the corner of his mouth twitch when uraume mentioned that you sang obnoxiously loud because you thought nobody was around. he'd have loved to hear that himself.

the amusing brief about you was however rudely interrupted by a strange person brave enough to march directly into the throne room unannounced.

“you're from the kamo clan aren't you? have you come to die a meaningful death?” sukuna's thirst for battle heightened upon seeing a sorcerer from one of the three main clans in jujutsu. maybe finally, he can have a strong opponent and enjoy the fight without having it end too early.

but the man only chuckles “no, i have come here to negotiate with the almighty king of curses himself”

sukuna frowns, now staring at him unamused “you do not have anything worth a value to me. fight or die a pathetic death.”

“i will do neither of those.” noritoshi kamo, stands face to face with sukuna without a hint of fear in his eyes and that makes sukuna curious. just what kind of offer does he have to be so bold?

“prove that you are worth my time you filthy scum” sukuna glowers at the man, getting more and more impatient by the second.

“how about that prey? how is your little prey doing?” kamo smirks and it's enough to tempt sukuna to cut through his skull but no, he refrains because anything that involves you, sukuna doesn't take it lightly.

“speak up or i’ll have you slashed.” sukuna remarks impatiently.

“it would be a shame to have her taken away from you isn't it?” the old man sneers.

the next thing he knows is his ragged breath and a sharp pain across his chest, kamo falls to his knees. sukuna’s technique had manifested a cut through his chest, although not deep enough to end him. with blood oozing out of the fresh cut and his mouth, he still has the courage to glare at the four eyed creature.

“you must not value your life” sukuna says nonchalantly, leaning against one of his hand, the grotesque sight was nothing new to him at all.

“your reign is coming to an end isn't it?” kamo laughs, although it comes out through splutters of blood. “no matter how powerful you are, you are not immortal sukuna, you still won't defeat death!”

as if sukuna is one to fear death. sukuna only sighs, revelling in the bloodied state of his intimidator.

“and your little human toy won't either” that earns a reaction from him. sukuna's eyes narrow at the pitiful man fighting for his life.

“what are you suggesting?”

“what if i tell you– that there is a way for you to be immortal? and that it's possible to find her in every lifetime?”

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everyone who knows sukuna knows that he does not get hurt. or yet, there's nobody who's strong enough to hurt him. generation upon generation, sorcerers have teamed up to get rid of him but with no luck. not even one of them could land a hit on the ferocious being.

all the more reason for you to be speechless when he returns with a huge hole in his stomach, bleeding continuously.

it was during your stroll that you saw him staggering over to his room.

okay maybe that was a lie. maybe you'd heard that a very prominent sorcerer in the jujutsu society had challenged him. you didn't know much about that world but it was enough to worry you, even if sukuna was undefeated.

so maybe that worry brings you into a situation where he arrived just while you were taking a stroll in the garden. you definitely didn't purposely take longer to watch the birds fly back to their nest in hopes of making sure sukuna returns. definitely not.

that's also NOT why you're knocking on his door boldly.

the door opens, revealing a confused sukuna. your eyes dart down to his injury but it seems the blood had stopped, still looking nasty regardless.

you wince just by looking at it but sukuna interrupts your unwarranted examination. “eyes here human. what do you want?”

for someone who's supposed to be prey, you're bold because in the next moment, you find yourself pushing through the door and asking him to sit down.

yes. you— a mere human, barged through his room and asked him to sit. when he doesn't comply, you walk up to him, pulling on one of his hands, guiding him towards his chair and sat him down. and strangely, no hint of protest came from him – not even a grunt or a growl.

with familiar ease, you call in uraume and ask for an emergency kit. they hesitate but comply regardless.

your expert hands slowly disinfect the wound and start stitching it up, not even sparing a glance at the man who just watches you and lets you do whatever you want to him.

“where have you garnered skills to do this?” sukuna asks mid stitch and it's only then that you realised he hasn't done so much as flinch. you could imagine how painful it would've been for a normal human but apparently this counts for nothing to him.

“when you're desperate enough, you just know” the last string goes through his flesh and you tie a knot, snapping the thread off. your movements slow when you realise you're touching him– skin and all, with your own.

your eyes lock when you search for his and they stare back. this time, you don't see a vicious brute but in its place, you see the eyes of a man. and not just any man, if you allowed your thoughts to wander you'd say it was the same look of a man capable of love.

but you don't – you look away. and sukuna's could feel a slight pull in his chest.

“human.”

“i have a name”

“human.”

the disregard for your name only makes you roll your eyes in annoyance. the man only chuckles at the sight.

“you do realise i can heal myself?”

a pause. of course how could you forget? reversed cursed technique they call it? all these magical powers granted to them made no sense to you at all. you only stare at the wall dumbfounded as sukuna downright laughs at your humiliated expression.

“why didn't you stop me then?” your grumble only amuses him further.

“perhaps because i wanted you to acknowledge how foolish you are?” his tone was teasing and not a hint of malicious intent was within it. a smile creeps on your lips and sukuna could swear his heart rate accelerated.

“i could show it to you if you're curious” your wide eyes give him all the confirmation he needed. sukuna rises on his feet, the prior horrid injury long forgotten.

“you could… take off the bandages. if they aren't effective anyway since you can heal” you shrug, trying to brush off your wholly service that was in fact not required in the first place.

“i rather they stay.” his hands graze them gently and you could swear he smiled at the pitiful mounts of cotton plastered on his abdomen.

“come. allow me to show you what im capable of.” he offers you a hand, out of the many he has and his shoulder slumps in relief when you take it without any protest.

he takes you outside and leads you towards your favourite spot in the garden. you don't let yourself wonder if it's a coincidence or not.

“see that fruit?” he gestures to a ripe apple hanging on its tree – super red and just the perfect size.

“yeah want about it?” you tilt your head towards him curiously making sukuna more enthusiastic to show you his perfectly crafted technique.

an invisible slash cuts the single fruit out of the tree, making it fall. it was barely noticeable and you'd think it fell on its own if not for the perfect slices it has all while it landed in the palm of your hands.

your wide eyed gaze only delights the man responsible for it. you take one slice off and admire the precision “you did this?? no way!”

sukuna heaves his chest proudly. strangely, your adulation to his antic gives him so much more satisfaction than wiping out an entire village.

“wait till you see this” sukuna takes a step back, his lips quirking up into a tight smirk upon seeing your expectant expression.

he places his hands together and gestures up signs that were not familiar to you. “fuga « open »” his low voice chants while fire manifests into the palm of his hands. he moulds the flames skillfully as it takes the shape of an arrow – a fire arrow.

and you're left with your mouth agape, he was truly terrifying. such bright flames don't even burn him but instead falls into his command.

sukuna likes the way you stare at him in wonder and was tempted to tell you that he created this very technique in honour of you and your bold decision in grazing his cheek with your arrow but for now, he holds his tongue and lets you admire as long as you want.

when the flames burn away, you're still in a haze— staring at the man in front of you with diluted pupils: one might think you're in love.

as sukuna focuses his eyes into your own, he's certain he could see into your soul which grows a little more familiar to him everytime he sees you. no it's not how he feels the familiar terror in someone's soul when they tremble in fear of him just as he was about to take their life.

it's not the same shudder of fear he used to feel when he's around you. this time, it's inviting. he feels he could be stripped of his technique and just be a normal being if it meant he could submerge himself in it.

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sukuna used to anticipate how he would die. he wanted to meet someone who would be strong enough to give him a formidable death fit for the most evil being to tread the world. news of fresh generation of strong sorcerers would excite him.

but the moment he knew he was entranced by you, that prior excitement was now replaced by fear. not fear for his death but rather, for yours. if anything were to happen to him, who would protect you?

it doesn't help how his enemies were catching hints on his possible weakness now. it all started with that damn bastard from the kamo clan, whom sukuna swears to kill. him and everybody else that could pose as a threat to you, he swears he will kill them all.

a little part of him also starts to fear for his own end. he fears that no matter how long he lives, he might think he doesn't have enough time with you. how could he when you're here, showing the sides or the world he never knew existed? the same world you weaved with every gentle word you say, no matter how insignificant.

sukuna can't get enough of the small smiles that were appearing more frequently when he reaches out to hold your tiny hand in his big ones.

he can't get enough of your soft snores when you're asleep in his chest– no more nightmares haunting your sleep because as long as he's around, any curse would have to fight him to get to you. no curse was bold enough to do so.

and mostly, he can't get enough of your small gentle strokes across his face. your touch was feather light and curious but so so loving that even when your hands were about to be pulled away, his own grabs them and makes them stay.

sukuna has nothing at all to base it off of, but if he had to name what he's feeling right now, it would be along the lines of complete devotion to you – in other words, he suspects it's the feeling these weak humans and yozoru keep preaching about: love.

and he's not denying it– not to himself at least or he can't. during his recent battles, he observes himself ending it as quick as possible.

instead of luxuriating in the thrill of battle, he finds himself rushing to kill his opponent – to end it as quick as it was humanely possible because every second he spends away from you is a second wasted.

he was becoming more precise and ruthless now that he has something to protect.

that's why even when you ask about his murder streak and if he could lessen it, he just ruffles your hair and tells you not to worry.

any sorcerer who has gotten close enough to land their sights on you were brutally tortured until they give up on their life altogether.

however, life can be funny at times. his own fear for your well being is possibly responsible for the curse that now latches onto you, consuming and draining the life out of you and sukuna's forced to watch as you slowly became a husk of who you used to be. so really, it's not funny at all.

he feels helpless and he is. none of the cursed techniques he has could exorcise the curse blooming inside you and spreading through your veins.

he has been warned before and he didn't care. he never fathomed to ever find someone to love so he traded his soul for his fervent reign – a binding vow: any being whose soul remotely gets near his own would ruin itself without any means for its resurrection.

another condition of the vow was for him to forget about it only after it was too late. at the time the vow was made, sukuna had thought, no, he'd known he lucked out by a power at the price of such a feeble condition but now… now he knows how gut wrenchingly wrong he was.

sukuna slumps in defeat at the sight of your weak body fighting itself. all his four hands encased one of yours as he listens to your staggering breaths that slowly becomes more faint than the last.

for the first time, no matter how tainted his hands were of from the numerous people he murdered in cold blood, sukuna finds himself praying; not for salvation or forgiveness but for your suffering to be placed onto him instead.

he has just found happiness with you, and in you, had just started to learn how to love someone so much that all his wicked ways were something he wished he never did. he had been stupid and arrogant – too arrogant. he was sure the heaven and whole generations of people he killed were now laughing at him drowning in his own misery. how the tables have turned on him and humbled him.

“kuna..” your barely audible voice mades him lean closer to your face, one of his large hands coming up to caress your face delicately.

“human. save your energy” sukuna scolds but his tone was not demanding by any means. it was desperate, desperate for just one more second of you.

a faint smile ghosts your almost now deathly pale face “it's not your fault.” you manage to cough out through staggering breaths.

sukuna's world might as well stop. it was his fault, everything was his fault. from the moment he caught a whiff of your sweet sweet blood to when he looked at you as nothing but prey to the moment when you became the sole reason for his existence, it was all his doing. he has taken you and tangled you amidst the string of despair.

his head shakes in denial, no words coming out of both his two mouths. so much to say, so many ways to say it but nothing.

but you know, the four pupils staring at you take the form of hearts, and that tells you everything. it could be just an illusion you'd heard people speak of on the verge of death but it's enough for you.

your sweet blood slowly looses its essence as you close your eyes, the last light inside you leisurely fading away.

“oi human” sukuna calls but there was no response.

“answer me” a plea.

still no answer as your hand slowly goes limp in his own. there was silence and nothing. so much of nothing that was unfamiliar in the otherwise air of curiousity that always surrounded you.

“human.” sukuna's voice wavers as his hands come to cup your too peaceful face. he searches for any signs of life but he finds none. before he knew it, a drop of water landed on your clueless yet beautiful features, then another and another.

the monster was crying. not just crying – he wept.

his entire body shakes as he lets out his pain, holding onto you desperately as if that would bring you back.

“human” he dries away his own tears on your face and brushes away the hair that dared hide even a portion of it.

“you're not a curse. you have never been. you were my blessing, my salvation. you are the best thing that have ever happened to me. you cleared my skies and showed me how it was to love… and be loved.”

sukuna trembled in grief at your loss. the king of curses– reduced to a man in love.

perhaps he wasn't the cannibal here. perhaps you were the one who slowly teared him apart and consumed his very being– merging yourself into his core without him even realising it.

but one thing he knows for sure is that if he were to do it again, he'd let himself be devoured entirely by you. over and over again. to be loved is to be consumed and he's offering himself to you, flesh and bones on a silver platter.

“until next time, my love.” he leans in and places a fragile kiss onto your forehead and that's the first and last time he has a taste of you.

with the last drop of your blood running dry and the absence of the warmth that made you, you; sukuna finds his answer – the reason why your blood tasted so sweet was because he was made to crave it. something he could quench his thirst with but never getting the chance to do so; a punishment perfectly fit for him.

“your deal. i shall agree to it on a condition” sukuna glowers at kamo who only smirks with an ‘i told you so’ written all over his face. sukuna would have slashed him to bits if it weren't for the agreement he agreed to take up on.

“i shall trade my soul to become a curse only if i get reincarnated exactly a thousand years from now” sukuna proposes, no, commands. it is said that a soul is reincarnated only once every thousand years and he wants to make sure he finds you in the next lifetime. maybe then, he'll have enough time with you and if he's lucky enough, be able to love you without bounds.

“that could be arranged” kamo quirks his head in a way sukuna despises. “but she'll have no memory of you. you're proceeding with this knowledge, yes?”

sukuna only narrows his eyes and ignores his question “that is not all. erase her existence from the minds of everyone besides me. generations hence, no one shall know who she is. her name shall be removed from every mouth that speaks of my reign.”

kamo smiles lazily “your soul is not worth that much sukuna”. the man strolls freely in the room, not minding the looming presence of the king of curses. “however, a binding vow could be arranged.”

great. another binding vow. but if that means he'll meet you in a thousand years time, he'll vow as many times as required.

“the grounds of the vow is as follows: you shall be reincarnated only if there appears a vessel suitable to withstand you.” kamo proposes. “your fingers will be cut and hidden in vast areas across the world and you shall only succeed in full reincarnation if you find them and consume them, all while being suppressed by the vessel.”

sukuna frowns and kamo only laughs “do you agree to the vow knowing all the risk it carries?”

conditions and regulations were a pain but nothing could stop a man desperate enough to give up his soul twice. “very well” sukuna agrees.

and that is how the heian era and sukuna's legacy came to an end; sealing himself – and the memories of you only he carries with him – into his twenty fingers, each of which turned into cursed objects scattered far and wide like pieces of puzzle waiting until the time comes for it to fit itself together again.