#jealous sukuna

[nana-au]

(yuji, choso, & sukuna drabble)

warning: sorta suggestive content.

thinking about being the brother's (& half brother choso's) best friend. you spent your entire childhood with them, even sticking together into early adulthood. you adored them, feeling incredibly lucky to have such loyal friends.

but unbeknownst to you, the three of them had long since considered you just a friend. they constantly fought to be at the center of your attention; even sukuna who would never stoop so low as to get hung up on some girl was joining his brother's pathetic attempts to get you alone. because to all of them — you weren't just some girl. you were their girl.

you found it strange at first when they started inviting you to hang out alone — but you would never complain. the three brothers all had their own unique hobbies and interests.

the time spent with choso was comforting, consisting of you two sharing your favorite songs while laying in his bed or listening to a new riff he learned on his bass guitar. (you once complimented him on his talented fingers and sent him into a coughing fit for about 5 minutes). you loved going on long night walks with him; breathing in the crisp air while your fingers brushed against each other's, the music blaring in your shared ear buds. the two of you used music (or really any art in general) to connect. for your birthday, he bought the both of you tickets to your favorite band for your birthday. he had to put in overtime at his job for an entire month to afford them, but you were worth it.

hanging out with yuji was always a blast. the two of you would go to the movies, sharing a large popcorn and a soft drink of your choosing (yuji would always insist you choose the drink flavor. he loved anything you did). other times you would sit in the stands of yuji's games — in complete awe of his physical abilities. he would smile up at you as you cheered him on, always making sure to point your way after scoring a goal. other times when he knew you were looking he would lift his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, exposing his toned abs (he loved sneaking a peek to catch you ogling him). at the end of each game, you would run up to embrace him, jumping into his arms and squealing as he spun you in circles. he would apologize for getting his sweat on you but you never seemed to care.

being in sukuna's company was a thrill. he would take you for a ride on his motorcycle — racing down back roads to hear you squeal from the speed. before you were of legal age he would sneak you into dingy bars, taking shot after shot with you — enjoying watching drunk you blush and giggle at his flirtations (you always thought he was just trying to be silly, but nothing was silly about the intense way he looked at you). he even took you to get your first tattoo, helping you pick the perfect place on your body to hide it from your parents. (he insisted between your tits would surely go unnoticed). he would even take you to underground fights when you had mentioned the fact you liked to watch boxing — insisting he knew a place that showed some real fights. (all though when you didn't obey his rule of sticking by his side and he caught you smoking cigarettes outside with some skeevy loser he no longer allowed you to accompany him there).

the three of you still hung out together — playing video games or going bowling as a group. it was nice to hang out with the three of them at once. getting to experience your favorite people in the world all at the same time. the brother's would do their very best to behave in front of you — but how could you possibly miss the 'subtle' gut punches and eye rolls shot at each other each time one of them got a little too close to you?

[rissouu]

oh no, not the pheromone perfume !

pairings: gojo, choso, ino, nanami, sukuna, toji.

warnings: suggestive language, violence, mentions of killing, + etc!!

authors note: part 2. request from this beautiful baby right here, tysm for this ml it was really fun for me!! hope you come again soon and request 💋 now for my other babies pls enjoy! anyone is free to request, my inbox is always open jus be sure to read rules.

©rissouu 2025

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

-

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[nanaslutt]

smau idea: the jjk characters being jealous that you're spending more time with ur new pet than them

this is the day after tomorrows smau!!

[s4lv4tions]

war god sukuna has no need for you. you know this as intimately as you know yourself.

he is a monstrous god, well-suited to the mantle he was given from birth; two pairs of muscular arms as thick as the average man’s torso, two cruel faces, a gaping maw carved into the hardness of his stomach. to peer into sukuna’s eyes is to see death and famine and destruction — wars raged long before you and long after you — and live through it all.

he has no need for you. he is perhaps more powerful than the entire pantheon, even the six-eyed-one and the curse-consumer, who swallows the sky every day to bring night. you have little understanding of the sheer magnitude of his power — your pathetic human brain can only fathom so much — but you know that sukuna, undoubtedly, is the very meaning of the word. and yet, he keeps you.

you are not a concubine, though he shirks those he has in favour of your company. you are not a general, nor an admiral, nor a soldier, and yet he seeks your counsel. you are not a mage, and hardly a grand priestess, and yet sukuna finds your door instead of that of his great temple, where hundreds live and breathe to serve him.

you had only reached the status of alter-maiden before your own temple was crushed to dust; little responsibility was given to you beyond tending the hearth, studying, and occasionally helping with chores. but sukuna dresses you in the finery of high priestesses — gauzy crimson dresses that bare your stomach and chest, fine golden jewellery and garnets that appear almost black in low light — and instructs you to dance in the way your superiors did. dances of worship, dances that he does not need, because he is already all-powerful.

the dances fit you like armour fits the weedy frame of a young boy — your legs don’t quite stretch far enough, your arms can’t move with a fluidity only gained by experience — but sukuna watches you like you are a sorceress, enchanting him with each step. he hushes uruame as they try to speak, insisting on remaining undisturbed during your worship — and when you finish, panting and glistening with sweat, your god only hums in satisfaction, grin all sharp-toothed and feral.

it must be blasphemous, you think, to perform such revered dances so clumsily—

but perhaps even more blasphemous, though, is the lingering touches your god fixes upon your waist; the hunger in his eyes as you dance; the scrape of his pointed nails against your jawline; the tent in his robes at the sound of your laboured breaths after dancing.

you fear the god of war means to have you in more ways than one — and worse still, you can’t find it within you to care.

[missingn000]

to be honest, i'm kinda surprised i haven't seen anyone else make this connection

[nnobara]

[aokuni]

it hit me just now (yes im slow) that gojo probably looked at his friends like this because even in death, the very end of his stressful life, he was still completely misunderstood by his own closest companions. the ones he always trusted, and they don’t even understand his motives or character. they just see him as a rude, selfish, narcissistic person.

that just hurts man, that really hurts.

way to hammer that his friends didnt gaf about him right on his death bed.

the fact everyone thought the same of gojo just. its so wrong. i need gege GONE. EXILE HIM FROM EARTH RN.

getos so fake on god how could you do your bestie like that (nanamin youre not escaping this either)(haibara how could you)

[inkedberries]

Whi do you think gets more easily jealous? Megumi or sukuna? And how do they both act on it?

hmmmmmmmm

i dont think sukuna gets jealous when ppl get handsy over his 'property' per se more like he'll feel offended that you had the audacity to try and take what is his. the first feeling will always be offense never jealousy. bc jealousy would imply that sukuna wants something that he doesn't have, but he wouldn't covet something that he already owns, right?

like he won't go green with jealousy when megumi will give someone the time of day over him, he'll go red with rage on that someone who tries to whisk megumi away because how dare you, you are beneath me.

you might think there isn't a difference, but there is. why would he get jealous? megumi is his. nothing changes that.

how he acts on it? he gets rid of the nuisance of course lol

[satoruxx]

taking a break from studying for my molecular bio exam to come here and say GODDAMN THAT SUKUNA COVER?????

[notsolocal-ghost]

Bend ME in half Sukuna god damn

[katanahusband]

it is hard reading sukuna x reader sometimes because i mostly get blasted where he’s a toxic boyfriend or whatever, like guys :( i don’t like that

[teddybeartoji]

ok ok but...sukuna and toji as roommates and they both rush into the house with a tiny kitty and are trying to hide it from you bc they're worried you're gonna say no to keeping it....

LUNNIEEEE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 STOPSTOPSTOPPP THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD THESE TWO MASSIVE GUYS TAKING TURNS IN HOLDING THE TEENIEST TINIEST LITTLE KITTY IN THEIR HANDS🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 AAAAAAAAAAA they're whispering to each other and ur like ????????? and then they look at each other before sighing bc well you've caught them now.... and they slowly turn around and you get to take a mental picture of the most adorable sight in the whole worldd😭���😭😭 AAAAAAAAAA I LOVE ITTTTT plsss imagine them giving the lil guy some milk and then giggling like a couple of high schoolers when he's face gets all covered in it😭😭😭😭

[gojooooo]

here’s an old concept that i’ve decided to post because i just know it’s never going to upgrade from wip to actual fleshed out thing. very cute and silly hehe. takes place at some point during the culling games.

sukuna closes his eyes, suddenly unable to protect himself with his two other arms, and waits for a blow that never comes. when he opens his eyes, yuuji’s fist is frozen mid air while he looks down at sukuna with wide eyes.

“why do you look like that.” the young sorcerer, who has sukuna pinned down on the ground, releases the curse’s arms from under his knees and when sukuna goes to run a hand through his hair he feels a familiar buzzcut tickling his fingers.

“ugh. get off me, brat”

“why.”

god, he’s so stubborn.

“i said get off me” sukuna insists and when he tries to sit up yuuji sits back and both men hiss when he presses down right where sukuna’s crotch is, effectively grinding down on him.

“don’t you think you should move” sukuna deadpans, cheeks red and breath caught in his throat.

“it gets the job done at keeping you still so i’m not moving” yuuji pouts, determined, cheeks equally red.

sukuna has barely the time to roll his eyes when hana and fushiguro approach the two men.

“ohohoh, would you look at that” chuckles a voice that doesn’t belong to either of the two teens.

“shut the fuck up angel” sukuna is quick to retort, his irritation growing at the sudden audience that his rather embarassing reflex is getting.

“what does it mean?” yuuji insists, desperately looking for an answer.

“just like a predator turns into a bunny when wounded and cornered, a weakened curse is reduced to the form their heart subconsciously clings to the most.”

“fuck off. that doesn’t apply to me”

“it applies to everyone, king of curses or not” the mouth on hana’s cheek curls up in a smirk.

“should’ve killed you when i had the chance” sukuna grumbles and finally pushes yuuji off of him, whose guard is down because he’s processing the information and he lets himself be pushed back, not missing how sukuna doesn’t actually shove him too hard and makes sure to stabilize him before his hand leaves his chest.

later that night, yuuji is on his old middle school roof.

when he hears footsteps he immediately turns around with his fists up in the air and glowing of a beautiful blue.

“relax, brat. just me” sukuna mockingly raises his hands in the air before shoving them back into his pockets. “jeez, when did you become so nervous?”

“take a wild guess” yuuji deadpans, lowering his hands.

“right” sukuna chuckles, passing by him and going to stand at the edge of the roof.

yuuji dumbly stares at him until sukuna calls him out. “stop fucking staring” he mutters, closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows.

yuuji is quick to look away and he walks up to sukuna, going to stand next to him. “sorry! it’s just so weird seeing you like this”

sukuna sighs. “it’s the same as it was”

“except you can walk away and anywhere you want” yuuji says quietly.

sukuna curiously looks at him for a moment. “does it bother you?” he asks, trying to make it sound casual.

“no” yuuji replies, then, “not the having-my-face part, at least” he adds.

sukuna hums, pleased by yuuji’s subtle confession.

“are you alright? i haven’t heard anything about you destroying half of japan yet” the boy smiles, looking up at the stars. they look especially bright on this night.

“i don’t have my full powers anymore”

“maybe you can’t cross your arms twice to show double disappointment but i’m pretty sure you can still slice everyone in half”

“alright well i don’t care for it. i’m just gonna do whatever until i die again”

“oh?” yuuji turns to him.

“i’ve changed perspective is all” sukuna mutters and when yuuji just keeps staring he sighs. “you made me reevaluate things, is that what you wanna hear?”

“only if it’s the truth” yuuji’s lips curl up in a smile and sukuna can’t help but match his expression.

“why are you here anyway?”

“i could ask you the same thing” yuuji shrugs, doing very little to hide his intention to be difficult just because. brat.

“i’m obviously not gonna tell you first” sukuna replies, because what is he if not the everlasting opponent of yuuji’s teasing game.

“how about we say it at the same time and we’re absolutely honest about it?”

risking trusting a curse, huh? you never learn, itadori yuuji.

“and what if my answer is pathetic and yours isn’t?”

“i give you permission to slice me in half. wouldn’t be a first anyways”

“you give me permission, hm?” sukuna chuckles. “deal”

yuuji slowly counts down as he turns to sukuna and his cheeks turn pink.

“…because i’ve been missing you”

“…because this stupid human heart has been yearning for your presence.”

“oh.”

“hm” sukuna smiles, delighted, as silence stretches between them for a few seconds.

“come again?!” yuuji exclaims after realization fully hits him.

“that’s the best you’ll get, brat” sukuna chuckles, “take it for leave it.”

yuuji goes to stand in front of sukuna.

“you’re blocking my view”

“i am your view. do you really mean that?”

sukuna smiles, half amused and half fond. “i never say things i don’t mean” he mutters as he cups yuuji’s face with his hand.

yuuji leans forward and takes sukuna’s face between his hands, kissing him slowly, then fervently, hungrily, the urge between them spilling out more and more. sukuna kisses yuuji back as he puts his other hand on the small of yuuji’s back, pulling him closer until their bodies collide. it’s not enough. it’s not enough. they need to be one again.

yuuji breaks the kiss, his body gasping for air, but tries to go back for more. sukuna smiles against his lips, slightly tilting his head up. “breathe, yuuji” he whispers.

yuuji groans at that. “again” he mutters between short breaths.

“yuuji…” sukuna complies, filling the moment by starting to pepper yuuji’s neck with kisses. “yuuji, yuuji, yuuji…” he whispers sweetly as yuuji tilts his head back to grant him more access, sighing at the use of his given name.

[samaraxmorgan]

Mutuals pls hold a gun to my head and tell me to write

[sukunasweetheart]

HEY HAVE YOU SEEN THE FULL LEAKS.. sukuna appears‼️‼️

Yes i have,,,,, at least we got SOMETHING i guess....