#sukuna x yn

[rex3o]

Doting wife

Royal au! Sukuna x Reader

Being the emperors wife was something that you would have not expected to be in the position of. Many would think being the emperors wife, would bring in love, happiness and luxury. Yet your husband would be nothing of the sorts, yes you heard of his reputation. A cold and ruthless emperor with a thriving empire, you entered his palace with big hopes and determination of changing him to be a loving husband.

oh how wrong you was.

After 4 years of marriage and a heir to his throne, he was as cold and ruthless the day you met him. Every interaction was short or met with silence. You put effort in your duties as his wife and empress to the empire to impress him. Yet nothing. You wore his favourite colour. Nothing. You did your make up differently. Nothing. You tried talking to him about things he was interested... and nothing. He was not phased. During the birth of your son, he was nowhere to be seen only to come in the following morning and smile at the sight of his son. yet when his red eyes met yours his smile dropped.

So here you sat in the royal gardens watching your three year old son chase a butterfly with his toy sword. Letting your mind wander, you had tried everything.. what was you not doing that he hasn't even dropped a single thought on you. Your lady in waiting looked at you a bit confused as you continued to stare hardly at nothing.

"Your majesty" she says softly yet anxiously, as she looks at you while drifting her eyes to whatever thing you was staring at.

"hmm" you say.

"are you uh.. quite alright you seem to be staring at.." as she is lost for words.

You snap out of your thoughts and look at her, your eyes widening a little.

"oh apologises, I seemed to have lost myself in thought."

She exhales as she smiles at you.

"oh that is fine.. may I ask about what?"

"oh nothing.. you know.. thoughts." you say not really wanting to indulge on the countless attempts of getting your husband to even give a glance at you.

Your eyes land back on your son as you find him aggressively hitting the dead bug on the ground. Definitely his father's son. You thought. You got up from your seat as you approached your son to stop his insane antics and bring him back inside. The boy huffs and drops his toy sword and runs back inside as you followed after him, walking back inside the palace you spot Sukuna walking with several of his advisors, as they head somewhere. You do not let your eyes linger for long as you follow after where your son had ran off.

After several hours of chasing your son around the palace, you managed to catch him and get him ready for dinner. As you both head inside the dining hall, he runs and takes his space next to his father. Sukuna sat on his seat already busying himself with the food. You sit down and remain silent. How odd. You're never quiet at dinner. You ate your food only glancing at your son to see if he is eating like a proper boy and not gobbling his food like a damn animal.

Dinner goes swiftly, without a word as Sukuna finishes, you take your leave. He gives a quick glance at your figure.

The days went on, this new personality of yours. Quiet, not chatty as before. The little interactions of yours, well one sided conversations, with Sukuna went from infrequent to zero. He noticed this. As you slowly put your effort and interest into other things besides him. Sukuna would find himself at least hoping for a glance of you around the palace. Hell he would be even be satisfied by you uttering a single word at the dinner table. But no.

There you three was again at the table, silence except for your son's occasional ramble of what he did today to his father.

Sukuna bore his eyes onto you, as his son's yapping went from one ear to another. Gripping onto his utensils as he waits for your eyes to meet his, for you to utter something. Yet you sat on the opposite end eating your food finding the chandelier to be the most interesting thing you came across the whole day.

"Have we lost our manners suddenly." he blurts out annoyed.

You stop chewing as you slowly look at your husband, as if he grew a pair of wings and started to fly.

"pardon..." was the only thing you could conjure up.

"I am your husband, you are supposed to greet me, ask me how my day is.. have you forgotten your role wife?" he demands. Yet your clueless face irked him more.

".. uh- how was your day?" you ask, not knowing if you should or not. Sukuna grunts in response.

"that's more like it." Is all he says, as you remain confused for the remainder of the dinner.

Your interaction with Sukuna stuck out like sore thumb to you for the next couple of days. You did not know what to make of it. You stood silent, as the advisor chattered along on what to do for the next royal event. The advisor realising that your mind was on something else he quietened down waiting for you to speak. As you came back to reality, you looked at him confused.

"w-we can do this on another day empress if your feeling under the weather." he says anxiously. You just barked out a laugh.

"I am good, something had caught my attention, please continue." You say, as he goes continues. The door to the private meeting room swings open as Sukuna enters and makes his way next to you. The advisor taken aback looks at you if he should continue.

"Continue" Sukuna commands as the man starts his nervous ramble now more directed to Sukuna for the royal event. The meeting ends, the advisor leaves defeated as he didn't get much answers from the both of you.

This new behaviour of his continued, every day at least at one point of your day, he makes himself known and sit with you till he seems fit. He doesn't say anything some days but others he would demand you to say something, whatever it was you was doing on that day he will involve himself. Even if it was watching your son fight an imaginary dragon. But you did not back down. Yes this was entertaining watching your husband finally put some sort of an effort. So you kept this behaviour of yours up. Almost like a silent contest on who is going to break first.

As the day of the royal event dawned, you spoke to your guests, in your beautiful gown. Your presence captured everyone's attention.. even your husband. As a duke kindly asked for your hand for a dance. You took his request, as you both waltzed on the ballroom floor. As he lets you go for you to spin, you are met back with a familiar set of arms. Your eyes met your husbands crimson eyes.

You hold back your smile, as he lead you to dance. Everyone's lingering eyes drifted away, the music blending away in the back of your mind, as you both danced.

"You did not wear red.." Sukuna comments. You look back up at him.

"I have worn red too many times." You retort.

"Too many times.. even for your husband?"

All you did was shrug your shoulders, as his hand your waist tightens.

"You used to gab my ears off woman.. now your as silent as a mouse." He comments.

"And..?"

"Has my efforts not been enough.." He quietly says in your ear.

"You think, a couple weeks of you spending some time with me, making me question you is effort" you say back in disbelief.

"It is something woman" he says slightly annoyed.

You look at him, as your smile slowly fades.

"I spent the last four years, catering to your needs, acting as a good wife to you.. yet the moment I stop you suddenly remember you have a wife and start acting like somewhat of a companion-"

"companion" he says offended. "I have treated you like a husband should, I spent time with you, I spoke to you, I provided you with a palace and riches."

"oh thank you for doing the bare minimum." as you push yourself away from him and composing yourself as you walked away from the ballroom floor. Sukuna stands there as he walks off the opposite direction not wanting to make a scene in front of his guests clearly annoyed.

While the event progresses, as all he could think about was you, what you said. He watched your every move, every word you uttered to your guests, every sip you took from your glass, every hand movement. He took note of it. He did not care if people realised he was staring you down. He couldn't wrap his head around how you could even think of speaking to him like that.

Was what he did not enough? Before you would swoon if he even said a word to you. Now you did not care. You would chatter his ear off about things you assumed he would be interested in. Now silence. All your efforts now gone.

What was he not doing to get you back to being his doting little wife.

part 2

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big FAT authors note : I cannot lie guys I am not fit for long fics but yk what I can do... make one shots so please enjoy what my mind could conjure up for 15 minutes after having 3 cups of chai. Also I may have a thing for historical au I dunno. my head is NOT working. so pls if there is any mistakes do LMK!

- R

[seoups]

sukuna bf texts! (non-curse au)

the long awaited and requested post

[gojos-version]

What a slutty concubine

Pairings- Y/N x Hein era! Sukuna

Summary- Your village gave you to Sukuna as an offering, so you became one of his concubines. He seems to ignore your presence for weeks until today.

Warnings- Monster fucking (if Hein era Sukuna counts as that), pet name (little one because you're physically smaller than him and he's 8ft. brat is used), his tummy mouth is used, mating press, double penetration, size kink, tummy bulge, very light choking, doggy style, full nelson and no protection.

Word count- 2.5k

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A/n- Hello!! This is the result from the poll i did yesterday! I really hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it :) I told yall id cook and make it filthy >:P Please feel free to request anything or drop any suggestions!! I hope you have a lovely day <33

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“Master Sukuna requests all of you to be lined up outside his chambers.” Uraume’s voice rings out, making you stop what you were doing. You nudge the woman next to you and whisper, “What’s going on?”, she nudges you forward softly whispering, “The king does this a few times monthly, or every few days depending on his mood. He chooses one of us to spend the night with.” She grins, “Come, let us go now or he’ll be mad.” You nod your head nervously and follow closely behind her. 

Spend the night with him? You think to yourself. What does that mean? Your heart races thinking it could mean..he’d kill you.. Or.. you stop yourself from thinking about that and shake your head. Not the time. It's not like he'd choose you anyway. He’s completely ignored you for weeks. You kneel down next to the other concubines bowing your head respectively. You hear his loud thump thump thump of footsteps. You want to look up at him but you can't bring yourself to. “They are here as you requested, Master.” you hear Uraume say and then Sukuna hums. “Excellent”, you feel his eyes scanning around the room, your heart racing feeling his gaze on you. 

“You. Come with me.” He orders, you lift your head up and Uraume nods their head at you, “Everyone else you are dismissed.” they order out. You feel your mouth go dry as the other concubines glare at you, some scoffing as they walk back to the room. The one you were talking to before smiles at you, giving you an encouraging “Don’t worry you can do this! Let me know how you go, okay? I’m Akari!”, You let out a small smile to her, “O-okay.. Thank you Akari, I’m y/n” you introduce yourself back. You didn't talk much to anyone when you got here, you did speak to Akari for a bit but never really got the chance to introduce yourself or know her name.

“Y/n, come. You don't want the King to be infuriated.” Uraume interrupts, you swallow thickly nodding your head and follow them into Sukuna’s chambers. You grip the sleeve of your kimono as you trail closely behind Uraume. They knock on the door, “You may enter.” Sukunas deep voice trails out. Your heart races as Uraume steps to the side and gestures for you to walk in. with shaky legs you walk into the room and the door shut with a soft click! “Don’t be afraid, little one. Come.” He orders. For a moment you take him in, 4 big muscley arms, a giant mouth on his abdomen, its expression mirroring his face. He's got 2 arms crossed and the other 2 by his side, all 4 of his eyes watching you. You step closer to him, standing in front of him. “What is it that you want, My Lord?” you ask, trying not to let your voice shake. He raises a brow and grins, “Answer me this, little one, are you pure?” Pure? Does he mean a virgin? If he's not happy with my answer what if he kills me?

“Um.. I am not pure” You answer truthfully. You've been with only one man in your life but, in the village you lived in before you were offered to Sukuna. You had a happy relationship with your boyfriend but god he didn't even say anything as the villagers pushed you towards Sukuna screaming out you were the offering. You see him hum thoughtfully. “Normally I'd kill you for it but since you were given as an offering, I'll give you a chance to please me.” Your eyes widen, you've only really done it once with your boyfriend. It was a fresh relationship before all this happened! It might not have been the best but to you it was more than enough.

“T-thank you, Lord Sukuna.” You bow politely. Now what? Do you strip? Do you wait for him to kiss you? Do you get on the bed???? His voice interrupts your thoughts, “Strip and sit on the bed.” He orders as he turns around to take off his own kimono and he hangs it, while you step out of your kimono and undergarments. Hesitantly you sit on the bed laying on your back. “Good.” He praises, he crawls on top of you and takes your lips in his. You kiss him back and god you feel his tongue dominating yours, your body heats up, his tongue working against yours making you moan softly into his mouth, it feels like electricity shooting through your veins from a simple kiss.

Your now ex?? boyfriend never made your body react this way with a simple kiss. His lips part from yours and he starts nibbling at your throat. “How many times was he inside of you?” He hums against your skin. Your mouth runs dry, “U-uh once”, You hear a hum of satisfaction. Sukuna moves down to your breasts sucking on your nipple harshly, groping and fondling the other one. You feel yourself get damp, slick dripping down your sopping cunt down to your ass. You've never gotten this wet this quickly. You were almost concerned you got your period early from how goddamn soaked you felt. One of his hands goes down, touching your tummy down to your cunt and oh he laughs when he feels how damp you are. “Look at how wet she is” he smirks, his palm cupping your cunt. Your heart stops when you feel something wet and slimy against your sopping cunt. “Relax, it's just a mouth.” He grunts out, putting more pressure against it. You gasp out a moan, your hands reaching out to grip his shoulders.

“L-L-ord- Ah-!” You moan out as the tongue on his palm pushes deep inside of you, bullying its way into you. “Yeah? Feels good, hm?” He says smugly, sitting back on his heels to watch you, he can see your slick dripping down your thighs and making a wet spot on the mattress under you. You feel a knot in your stomach tightening up making you gasp and moan wildly. “S-suk-una-! A-ah! C-clooooosee!!” you whimper out gripping the sheets with a steel grip, your walls clenching around his tongue. Suddenly he takes his palm off of you, “That’s ‘Lord Sukuna’, little one.”, “I-i’m s-sorry!” You say a bit too loudly. You watch as he slips his undergarment down revealing not 1 but 2 thick, long cocks. 

Your eyes widen and your mouth runs dry. “M-my L-Lord I-im not sure i can-” He cuts you off glaring at you, “You will take them.” your heart races. ‘It looks like 1 is painful. How the hell am I gonna be able to take both?’ You think to yourself, your body feels really hot, you're breathing heavily watching his every move; spreading your legs in anticipation. He notices and smirks, he hovers over you propping your legs up to your chest. You are folded in half your cunt in clear view, so soaked with your ass hole in his view too. He takes his top cock and rubs the tip on your slit, bumping your clit, his precum and your slick mixing together. You can hear his cock and your sopping cunt connecting and every move he moves his cock up and down your slit you can hear the wet squelches your cunt makes. 

He starts to slowly push the tip in, immediately the stretch stings from the sudden intrusion. “Calm yourself.” He mumbles but god he won't admit it outloud, your warm wet cunt clenching around his tip makes him want to shove his entire length into you and fill you oh so full of his cum. You nod your head blearily trying to relax yourself as you feel him sink his cock into you. 2 of his arms grip your thighs, pushing your ankles to your head while his other top arms grip the headboard. He thrusts the first few thrusts slowly allowing you to adjust but after that? His thrusts speed up to an inhuman pace, his mushroom red tip slapping against your cervix hard. You don't moan, you scream out from how heavenly you feel right now, if it's possible somehow above that. Suddenly his left top arm leaves the headboard and his palm covers your mouth, a mouth forming on his palm and it shoves its tongue down your throat making you let out muffled moans it greedily swallows. Sukuna looks down and god he could cum right then and there at the sight of your stomach having a bulge from how big he is. When he thrusts in the bulge is right there and when he pulls back to shove his needy cock into you again and again the bulge disappears and reappears with each motion. You feel a knot form and you feel like you're about to explode. You can't even warn him because he has his hand covering your mouth with its tongue down your throat.

Your drenched cunt grips his cock like a vice, your eyes roll back and you sink somehow further into the mattress and you see not stars, pure white as you start shaking from how good you felt. You hear him grunt out a few curses and he fills you to the brim of how much cum comes out. He lets go of your legs and removes his hand off your mouth. With a swift motion he flips you over, on all fours. “We aren’t done yet, brat I’ve got a lot more in me.” He lines up behind you and pushes his bottom cock into your cunt making you moan out in surprise. “T-there's- more-? A-ah!” You whimper out feeling his tummy mouth's tongue licking your ass, the hole specifically. He stills inside of you breathing heavily and his tummy mouth stops dampening your hole, his top cock bumping against your hole making you shiver in anticipation. 

“P-please..you can put it in..” and oh you feel so pathetic for saying that when he smirks and laughs. “Oh? You’re not so scared now, hm? What happened to your complaining, brat?” He mocks, his tip circling your hole. “I-i’m warmed up now- i didn't mean it before- Lord Sukuna..” You add, not wanting to make him mad. You definitely didnt want to lose your head, especially mid fuck. “Mhm, sure little one.” He laughs and starts pushing the tip in making you gasp and cover your mouth, not wanting to be too loud. He sinks his top cock into your ass making your body feel like jelly; your head slumps against the pillow. 

You let out a string of muffled moans feeling him loom over your body as he begins thrusting both of his cocks in each of your holes. God he was going to destroy you. You feel his hips pistoning against yours, pelvis and balls slapping making a lewd plap! Plap! Plap! Each time he abuses your cervix. Both your hands grip the pillow with all your might, “M-my L-Lord-A-ah!” You squeal out as you feel his cocks so deep inside of you. Your eyebrows pinch up as your head’s slumped into the pillow, your body being used like a fuck toy to satisfy his needs. 

You feel that familiar knot in your tummy, hazily you turn your head and look over your shoulder to find Sukuna breathing heavily on your shoulder, cheeks flushed with his lower set of eyes watching you and his other 2 shut. His mouth on his abdomen licks where you're both connected from your sopping cunt and your ass that's leaking with his precum. “Stop looking at me, brat.” He mumbles out, as you go to look away and apologise one of his hands wrap around your neck, not enough to hurt you but just enough to have the edge of your vision blurred. 

“I-I’m-” Is all you get to cough out before you're squirting messily over his cocks. “Yeah that's it, take it.” He grunts out before filling both of your holes, not to the brim but past the brim, his cum leaking out of you as he thrusts sloppily riding out both of your highs. You see white as you shake uncontrollably. His hand lets go of your throat and you gasp for air, suddenly when you think it's finally over it's not. 2 of his arms grip your thighs, the other 2 grab your middle and upper body which makes your body follow his as he lies backwards onto his back, 2 of his hands holding your thighs up to your chest pinning you against him as he thrusts both of his cocks messily into your holes. “H-ah! M-my L-Lord- p-pleaaasee-ah! Ah! Ah!” You scream out as he bottoms out inside of you with every quick, harsh thrust. 

One of his hands snakes down to your clit and a mouth forms on his palm, licking and sucking your clit making you scream and cry out wildly. “S-s-uk-n-ah!” You whimper out, he moans as your holes clench around him, he hisses slightly then covers your mouth with his free hand and a mouth forms on it the tongue, tongue fucking yours making drool from the corner of your mouth drip down to your chin. 

“You’re so nasty, brat” Sukuna hisses out and bites your neck, your moans and squeals muffled by his nasty mouth on his palm. Your body feels limp just sitting there and taking it. You can feel his heavy breaths against your upper neck where he's biting down, your eyes crossed as you mindlessly claw against his biceps. He's beefy. Huge biceps. “What a nasty, filthy, slutty concubine I have. I’d say your village made an exceptional offering.” You feel yourself flush at his words. Right now it feels like his cocks are trying to rip their way to your lungs, his tongue trying to go down your throat, his tummy mouth trying to soak your back and ass and his other mouth trying to bite your clit off. But right now the lines between pleasure and pain blurred the moment he stuffed you full of his cock.

Your puffy cunt and ass squeeze his cocks like you're milking him making a moan slip out of his pink, pouty lips. God youd scream right now if you could but thanks to his tongue fucking your mouth you can only let out muffled guttural sounds. Your stomachs warm tight knot knots up signalling you're oh so close to coming all over his cocks. Your vision feels faint and you feel light headed from the pleasure but youre so close. Your cunt and ass squeeze around his cocks as you squirt again soaking his pelvis and legs, your eyes roll back and the last thing you can feel is his warm cum filling you up once again as you pass out. “Brat, did you pass out?” When you give no answer he lets out a ‘Hmph’ as he pulls out of you, grinning in satisfaction as his cum leaks from your holes, your tummy plump from how much he finished inside of you. 

The sheets are soaked and so are the both of you. He puts a towel around his bottom half as his cocks soften up. “Uraume, take care of her.” He orders out, “Yes, sir” They nod, wrapping you in a towel and taking you to your bed. He hums to himself silently thinking, he’s definitely going to have more fun with you in the future.

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Masterlist<3

[megumislovedoll]

lost items (pre-relationship)

in which you find their lost items

featuring: satoru, sukuna, yuji, megumi

©megumislovedoll all rights reserved.  divs by: @anitalenia

[saerotonins]

best friend's brother!sukuna who always looks at you in a different way but you can't pinpoint what it is. whenever you visit the itadori household, he's everywhere except in his room, usually hanging out in the living room where you and yuuji would stay. he would absolutely get so annoying if you stayed in yuuji's room.

"a girl and a guy shouldn't be in a room together," he would say before leaving the door wide open. 

it's funny because both you and yuuji's parents don't really care so it's quite fascinating that it instilled such reaction from sukuna.

best friend's brother!sukuna who is good with instruments but doesn't play shit unless you're around. when he sees your eyes light up in awe, a sense of pride fills him, and a slight tint of red paints his cheeks.

best friend's brother!sukuna who asked his younger brother to teach him how to cook (because he couldn't even if his life depended on it) so he could give you bentos that he would place in your locker. but when yuuji asks who it is for, he goes silent.

but by the time lunch arrives and yuuji is with you, he sees the exact bento lunch box and food that he and his brother prepared the day before.

and then it clicked.

holy shit. his asshole of a brother likes you.

but you're totally oblivious about it.

it makes yuuji frustrated, but he likes the drama.

seeing his grumpy brother being utterly in love with his oblivious best friend is something he would find really entertaining. 

[trixy812]

Can I request an instance where jjk men have been busy lately and y/n sees jjk men out with another woman (she doesn't know the woman is a relative or coworker) and y/n shoots at them and just barely misses. 😂😂😂 preferably Toji, Sukuna and Shiu? I feel like those men would be the only ones that would be secretly turned on by their girl shooting at them

╰┈➤ JJK Men haven’t spent time with you and suddenly you see them with another woman.

୨ৎContent: suggestive, jealousy, toxic behavior, Female!Reader,

୨ৎAn: omgomgomg, this is my first request EVER and it’s from my twiniii <3! I am very happy about this and I really hope you like it and I just hope this is the beginning for a long a cool internet friendship <3 <3 btw, the end of Gojo's was inspired from a parks&recs blooper (Gojo has Andy Dwyer energy). I have to say that writing Toji and Sukuna was really hard, i hope I did justice to all of them.

୨ৎIncl: Toji, Sukuna, Gojo, Nanami

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It’s been almost two weeks without a hug or a kiss from your boyfriend. Although you’ve kept in touch daily through texts and calls, intrusive thoughts won’t stop tying a knot in your stomach. While walking down empty streets, you finally decide to focus on what your student Mai is telling you, hoping to clear your mind. But it’s impossible. Your anxious mind keeps conjuring up clichéd scenes: "What if he’s cheating on me?"

As if fate wanted to mock you, a few meters ahead, you see your boyfriend escorting an attractive woman to a taxi. You freeze in place, and Mai asks if everything’s alright. You watch the taxi drive away, while the knot in your stomach ignites, ready to make you explode. Without a second thought, you grab Mai's gun, not giving her a chance to react, and shoot at your dear — and potentially unfaithful — boyfriend. You miss.

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Toji

Toji is surprised, but he’s having the time of his life. He doesn’t feel intimidated in the slightest. He stares at you, raising an eyebrow with a mocking smile.

“Seriously? Jealous of my coworker?” he asks, trying to embarrass you.

"Coworker, my ass!" you yell, your face completely flushed.

Toji laughs, and although he’d never admit it, he feels flattered by your jealousy. He slowly steps closer to you.

“If you wanted to practice your aim, at least do it right” he says, spinning you around to embrace you from behind. With a provocative smile, he guides your hand to press the gun against his temple “I think this is the only way you’d ever hit your target.”

His taunting only fuels your anger.

“Relax, you have no competition” he whispers playfully in your ear, tightening his hold on you, pressing you against him. You can immediately feel his boner, which shocks you enough to drop the gun. He laughs wholeheartedly and let go of you as if nothing had happened.

Sukuna

Though he’s irritated, Sukuna is thoroughly entertained. He gives you that intense look you know well, one that shows he doesn’t like being challenged.

“Did you try to hurt me? How adorable” he says, his tone dry and dangerous “Are you insane?”

“You bastard! You’re the one who drives me insane with your stupid antics. Now, who the hell is she?” you scream as loud as your lungs allow.

Sukuna lets out a mocking, sarcastic laugh, enjoying the scene. Deep down, he feels flattered by your intensity, though he’d never admit it. He steps closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Jealous? Really? I don’t have time for this nonsense” he says, pulling back with a sinister smile. Turning his back on you, he dares you to react again. He glances over his shoulder, throwing you a challenging look “Maybe you do have reasons to be jealous, who knows?”

Each word only makes your blood boil more. You approach him with clenched fists.

“Maybe you should be more worried. Maybe she really was someone special” he says, provoking you even further.

You can’t take it anymore and throw a punch at him, which he catches easily. With his other hand, he entangles his fingers in your hair, tugging gently but firmly, tilting your face toward his.

“Calm down, darling. No one else compares to you” he whispers, with that blend of mockery and defiance.

Gojo

Although he saw the shot coming (I mean with the six eyes… duh), the sound of the gunfire still startles Gojo.

“Wow, that was a refreshing scare!” he says with a grin, treating it as a joke.

“I’m only going to ask you once: who is she?” your voice comes out louder than expected.

Gojo is thrilled, loving the spectacle of seeing you angry and jealous. Using his cursed energy, he makes the bullet float in front of you, mocking you.

“Babe, the bullet didn’t even come close enough to activate my Infinity” he jokes, trying to lighten the moment “Good thing hand-to-hand combat is your strength because your aim is terrible”

You shoot him a death glare, and that hits its mark. Gojo smiles, approaching playfully. He deactivates his technique and wraps you in a hug to calm you down.

“Come on, you know I only have eyes for you” he assures, hoping to see you smile before letting go.

Although you do smile, the irritation lingers. Taking advantage of his deactivated technique, you slap him.

“Do it again” he says, totally captivated, and you oblige with another slap. He writhes in sinuous movements, as if his entire body is struggling to escape an invisible hold.

“Do you have a… boner?” you ask, noticing his reaction.

He doesn’t respond, but it’s obvious. You smile, incredulous.

"Duuuuuuuuuuuude!" you shout, turning around and walking away

"No one has slapped me before" he stands there, beaming stupidly.

Nanami

Nanami sighs, adjusts his glasses, and looks at you with disapproval.

"You shot at me? Seriously?" he says calmly.

Without losing his composure, he steps closer as a few tears roll down your cheeks.

"If you have something to say, I’d rather you say it than shoot at me" he says, surprised but trying to understand.

"I haven’t seen you in two weeks! And when I finally do, it’s by chance…" you shout, not caring if anyone hears. "And with another woman! What the hell, Kento?"

"I don’t think a scene is necessary. That woman is my cousin" he replies, not trying to invalidate your feelings, only to clarify. "You know I’d never do anything to make you doubt me."

He steps closer, placing a hand on your shoulder. You’ve missed him so much that you throw yourself into his arms as if you’ll never let go. In that embrace, Nanami realizes just how much his absence has affected you.

"I didn’t realize how much this was affecting you. I’m sorry for not being there" he hugs you back, kissing the top of your head and gently running his fingers through your hair "You’re important to me, and if you want more time together, that’s exactly what we’ll have."

≽^- ˕ -^≼

Mai sighs in exasperation, watching the scene while retrieving her gun.

"And I’m supposed to look up to this person?"

-

🅼🅰🆂🆃🅴🆁🅻🅸🆂🆃

[animehideout]

SOMNOPHILLA WITH SUKUNA PLEASE

SOMNOPHILIA WITH RYOMEN SUKUNA

Ryomen Sukuna x jujutsu sorcerer¡ Reader

TW ⚠️🔞: NSFW / MDNI / SMUT / SOMNOPHILIA/ SENSITIVE AND MATURE CONTENT. Minors and those who dont like this stuff PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

a/n: Thank you anon for requesting. This is my first time writing Somno related content so I hope you like it 🫰🏻

You lied there deep in your beautiful slumber. Leaning against your door frame, he watched in silence. His red eyes glowing in the darkness. It became a habit of Sukuna to secretly get into your room every single night to watch you sleep; very sound and peaceful.

But tonight he wanted more, he wanted to touch you.

Despite him being your boyfriend, your guilty pleasure, he couldn't get enough of you. The paradoxical nature of your relationship added to the thrill, and it excited him. To defy all the rules to break all the standards; a jujutsu sorcerer and the king of curses.

He hovered above your sleeping figure, his orbs closely memorizing each part of your face, getting them engraved in his mind.

Your light snores and soft hums made his cock harden.

He started with little touches; his big palms and long fingers gently roaming your exposed thighs, the curves of you waist and your chest, earning a moan from you that aroused him even more, giving him sinful ideas on how to fuck you in your sleep.

With a big smirk, he removed your shorts, along with your underwear, feeling your wetness.

“ Wet for me already...what a little whore”

“I didn't do anything yet..but I'll give it to you... I'll be your living dream”

Without a warning, he slipped two fingers inside you, making you jolt in your sleep. He checked to see that your eye lids remained closed, but your face scrunching up. His smirk grew wider, seeing how innocent and helpless you were under his control.

“weak human” he chuckled his bulge getting more obvious.

His fingers curled inside you as his long nails digged deep.

“So fucking warm”

The overwhelming pleasure got you tossing, closing your legs still deep in your sleep but his large hand forced them open again, more exposed for his eyes to enjoy the body he worships. He added another finger making sure to fuck you into your orgasm, his fingers worked faster; if you were awake your eyes would be rolling back reaching your brain. Your hands tugged on your bed sheets, as your moans became more audible, till you came.

His fingers now soaked in your fluids meeting the cold air, shoving them in his mouth. His long tongue licked them off, tasting your juices. His erection started hurting just from your taste, making it impossible for him to hold back anymore.

His eyes witnessed how your body and face relaxed after cumming in his hand.

“Nah, not yet, not yet..”

He stripped himself, lining his cock with your entrance..your pussy all wet and warm for him to disappear inside it. He started rocking slowly inside you. Your body tensed up, face twitching.

“Shh relax let me stretch you wide”

Your eyes remained closed, your heavy breathing and trembling whimpers filled the space. Your mind completely blank but fuzzy. If this was a dream you wouldn't want to wake up from it. Your walls tightned around him, he got a strong grip of your hips as he started thrusting faster.. eager to reach that beautiful feeling.

His lips leaving wet kissed on your neck, biting and licking.

You arched your back.. forehead and chest dripping with sweat.

“Hot , so fucking hot” he whispered next to your ear.

He groaned, releasing inside of you, your legs trembled from the strong orgasm. He pulled out, a silly laugh left his lips, proud of filling you up.

Your breathing got back to normal, your body relaxed again.. eyes still closed wandering in dreamland.

He kissed your nose tip, pulling the blanket on top of your body as you slept peacefully.

He ruined you, just to have you.

In the morning you found yourself naked, you knew that it wasn't just a dream but it was real raw pleasure. You smiled to yourself, Sukuna never failed in making you feel desired.

[nightstarbutterfly]

Behind the scenes

Sukuna x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- your acting teacher decided to make a movie for the end of the school year but needed the two main roles which everyone wanted who wouldn't want to be the main character who got the most screen attention? But after people got rejected left and right it only left you and your biggest competition sukuna

Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

Welcome to act one

1. Praying for you

2. Stress free party

3. I'll help you practice

4. What are friends for?

5. Not such a good idea

6. I feel betrayed

7. Stop talking about it

8. Traveling

9. Out with friends

10. Home sick

Welcome to act two

11. If only you told me sooner

12. What am I gonna do?

13. What if I don't get the part?

14. Only fans

15. You are disliked

16. Need new friends

17. Acting strange

18. Calling for you

19. Wait he said what?

20. There's no way

Welcome to act three

21. Why are you doing this?

22. Act of kindness

23. I have the drama

24. I can't believe it

25. Don't argue

26. How to say thank you

27. Let's meet up

28. Took me by surprise

29. Jealousy, jealousy

30. Painful goodbye

[gav-san]

Cursed | Sukuna x reader

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna / Fem Reader

Length: One-Shot

Summary: The greatest punishment in this life wasn't your brother Gojo Satoru embarrassing you into leaving Sorcery.

It was what happened when he was gone.

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Sexual Violence, Inferred Violence, Inferred Assault

You remember the day Gojo told you that you would never make it as a sorcerer.

The day you graduated from Jujutsu High School your arrogant older brother wrapped a hand over your shoulder and told you that you had less talent than the first years, and he wouldn’t allow you to be anything more than a third-grade sorcerer.

Of course, he did it at the podium, in front of everyone there.

You had ripped off the slim golden necklace he and Geto had bought you, but you could never bear to trash it entirely. 

That was also the day you refused to speak to him again. But you soon found he was good as his word, and any attempt to do any sorcery was blocked at every angle. After all, who would openly disagree with the master of the Six Eyes and Infinity?

You were more or less exiled from the entire society of arrogant jujitsu sorcerers, forced to go to the nearby college and turn into a glorified secretary for the high school. He tried to rebuild your relationship, but it was never the same.

It took you years to understand why he would hurt his only sibling that deeply. It wasn’t until he was dead that you understood how much he was willing to sacrifice for your well-being.

You were the number one target of all Satoru Gojo’s enemies, and revenge came swiftly.

The clinking of the chains could almost sound like that piece of jewelry, lost in the rubble of your apartment if you imagined hard enough.

And all you had was time to try and imagine that you were anywhere but here, locked to the throne at the feet of the King of Curses. 

You could hardly bear to watch as people were brought in, some more chained than you, dangerous perhaps. You wondered if their collars had been crafted to deaden cursed energy as yours had. Not that Sukuna thought you were any threat, but he disliked ‘swatting at flies’.

When you had first been captured, after everything had gone to hell, you had hoped that there was someone, anyone, who had the power and strength to end Sukuna, but nothing came close to his power.

Even Gojo Satoru had fallen, taking hope with him.

Now Men, Women, and children, all met the same fate if they did not kneel and give reverence to the great Ryomen Sukuna. 

And even that was not always enough.

Blood spattered the marble floors of the shrine, and you swear that over time it’s taken on a pink hue. The room fills with lesser curses who clean the blood with their grotesque mouths, and Urame carts away choice bits for Sukuna's later pleasure.

You screwed your mouth shut as people cried to you, mistaking your position as something other than a slave for Sukuna to torture.

As the last of the Gojo line, you weren't above holding you responsible for a century-long grudge. Any pleading from your lips only made his rampage worse.

Any attempt to flee into your head was met with a violent tug on your throat.

There was no turning away, not when your master held the deceptively delicate chain around your neck, yanking whenever he thought you weren’t paying enough attention.

He loved to see you cry in pain, and you hadn’t the ability to stop, especially for those young ones who were cut down.

And it was almost certain that after witnessing another moment of terrible brutality you’d somehow forget your head, turning upon him and glaring like a feral animal, yanking the chain away so you could hurt him, just once.

But you would only be met with the face of the wolf.

His teeth clenched in a wide smile, he’d return a smirk so vile, that he specifically reserved for the moments you spit venom. He loved to see you struggle, but trying to bite back always ended poorly. 

Ryomen Sukuna was not a kind master.

And though he certainly thought of you like a pet, he wasn’t below forcing your head under his foot, smushing your entire face in the remains of corpses. If you dared throw up, you still stayed and were unable to leave until you wiped it up with your ragged robes that had gone thin from wear.

But that was better than his other punishment, on days where you felt a terrifying hardness as Sukuna held your face between his legs, using a single finger to paint fresh blood, using you as a macabre canvas as he painted.

Those days he would have Urame fetch a mirror, and both would cackle as they examined his work. Often, it was lewd words and signs, but other times it was as if he was painting his marks on you.

Bastard.

After a long, cruel day, you dared to critique his work, sneering at his lack of finesse.

With a snap of his fingers, he had Urame strap you down, leering over you as he assembled his petty revenge.

A curse user was summoned, bringing along the tools of his trade; a short bamboo pole with a needle attached and a jar of thick onyx ink.

If that hadn’t been enough, Sukuna cut his wrist, pouring black blood to mix into the lot.

He instructed the curse user to tattoo you exactly like him, with no imperfections else his head be separated from his body.

You endured unbearable pain for nearly a week, stripped down under the gaze of Sukuna, a reminder to watch your tongue. And after, when the tattoos were done, he commemorated it with a new kimono and a portrait of you at his feet. A wretched ugly thing, as you now were.

He loved it, and let the painter live.

The recovery took twice as long, as your master hardly let you rest, or even leave his side. And as the days passed, you felt less and less like a human. 

Forced to accompany him almost daily, you had an unfortunate insight into the casual cruelty of the Cursed King who knew nothing of kindness. 

You eat less, hardly sleep and the whole blood-shed thing was sort of muffled, probably thanks to the sheer amount witnessed. You figure terror is the only thing keeping you alive.

Day in and out you followed the creature, just waiting for the day he tires of you. 

And that day doesn’t come.

It’s still a surprise that you’re alive, you muse too often, laying on a cushion at the entrance to his rooms. Though he did take off your left arm the day he took you, he claimed it was an accident, and fixed it. 

You’d rather that happen again than to be forced to enter his rooms.

At least your position at his shrine was more or less a pet, or when he was gone, Urame’s.

And despite your treatment, the concubines were in a far worse condition. The way Sukuna treated other women was abhorrent. Some days, bored, would reap the land looking for fresh, beautiful blood, and when he found some, he’d bring them back. Some girls even offered up to him, in hopes he’d show mercy.

Wide-eyed women, much like yourself, you realized as you watched them enter one day. But you felt these were much prettier, much more docile than you. Some even fawned over him, though their manners probably rang as fake as your docility. Were they trying to secure a safe place by him, or just trying not to be killed was hard to say. You didn’t blame either. Humanity was no longer civil.

It didn’t matter. They all get dragged into that black hole of his room, sometimes four at a time, and their screaming often lasts for hours. 

Women who entered his rooms never exited alive, thankfully Urame thought your time could be much better spent working than sitting at the door, listening in.

Yeah, it was much preferable to be a tortured slave to Sukuna than to be seen as a woman.

“You’ve been quiet this last week, pet.” Sharp nails dig into your head, turning you to look at the man sitting on the throne above. “Perhaps you no longer find my pastimes so alarming.”

Meaning, his pastime of killing and eating humans.

Something shared by the court of curses below him, warily watching for what next he commands and desires. 

Unfortunately, that was you. You despised the looks raked over your chained form, the greedy mouths that drooled, awaiting the day the master turned tired of the remaining Gojo, and hoped to have their turn for revenge.

If they couldn’t have Satoru Gojo, you’d do.

“Apologies… master.” You said, tension forming at the back of your neck as he tugged harshly on your head. Even so, your words remained smooth. “I find it hard to do anything but serve with your foot on my back.”

His dark chuckle was an answer in itself. 

“Such a mouth, even when disguising your words so pretty.” Sukuna let go of your hair, amused enough today to let your words pass. You drop your head, but only enough to quell the pain. “It was such a shame for your kin to have died so easily, but it seems my desire for entertainment continues to be fulfilled by you.”

You hated him so much.

You clench your mouth, but the insult escapes before you can stop it.

“Bastard.”

You go stiff, but Sukuna merely pauses.

“Oh?” A single finger of his lifts your chin up again, before moving to your lips. And without warning, he pushes it inside your mouth. 

“I thought I may torture you for a while, then be rid of you, but…” 

You will yourself not to bite down on his finger, as he probably wanted an excuse to bite you back. But you don’t, and after a moment he pops it out with a small sound before another hand grabs your shoulder.

“Leave.” 

For a moment you think he’s speaking to you, but the tension in your throat holds, and you see him looking at everyone else.

“My lord?” You question but his eyes flash down in warning.

All the curses and curse-users who attend minor tasks in the shrine are gone in moments. Urame is the last, shitting the door and ensuring the desired privacy, which means, something horrible is about to happen.

The moment the ornate handle clicks, Sukuna picks you up with a third hand. You can’t help but exhale as he sets you down on his knee. The finger that had been in your mouth returns, and you gag as this time it delves in, choking you.

“Not a very good reflex, but it can be worked on,” Sukuna says with an almost bored drawl, tugging his finger back out, and you wonder if he just sent everyone out because he wanted to do just that. 

You cough, hands rising to hold your face, and don’t ask. 

Sukuna laughs, clearly happy with annoying you, like a child. You so badly want to lash out but the fear of retaliation is far more effective than any shackle. 

He has killed villages for less.

“See, this is why I didn’t kill you when I got rid of the rest of the scum!” He jokes, tilting his head to gaze with all four of his penetrating red eyes. “Such pleasing reactions!” 

Friends, you think darkly. Those scum were your friends who were more like family. Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Nobara, Yuuta, Yuuji and so many others. 

Tears fill your eyes as a soft voice seems to be at the back of your mind.

Megumi. 

Though Sukuna was fully transformed, pain filled you thinking that Megumi might be in that monstrous body, trapped and unable to escape.

His knee shifts up, causing a terrible feeling of butterflies and cockroaches to churn in your stomach from the feel. The move was far too personal, and you tried to shift so he wasn’t pressed so intimately against your rear.

Even trying to fall off would be preferable. But your throat is raised, thanks to the gold chain in Sukuna’s hand that pulls up as he twists.

The benefit of having four arms is he can manhandle you as he pleases.

His thick hand raised your chin and refused to let you turn an inch as you gazed hatefully into his eyes

“What a beautiful sight. You know, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were special.” Another hand moves to pull back some stray hair behind your ear. 

“I hate you.”

Your hands shake, clenched in fists. 

“I know.” He says with a smirk. “You know why I keep you around, pet?”

You have nothing to say and don’t even care to know. But that won’t stop him.

He strokes your face, his thumb holding you in a position others might think lovers would use.

“The first time I gazed upon you, I felt a most unique heat in my chest that has persisted till this day. Love, perhaps.” He mocks.

“Disgusting.” You spit out, but he doesn’t pause.

“From the moment we crossed paths your fate was set, but only recently have I understood the extent of what you mean to me.” Sukuna seems to be smug, revealing this, and you think he’s probably just messing with your head again. 

The grip on your chin is starting to hurt.

Your chin shakes, and you grab the giant hand holding your face, digging in your fingers. You are certain he is going to kill you now. But you won’t cry or beg for mercy.

No, as a Gojo you would face down death and spit in his face.

So you do, hitting Sukuna right under his lower left eye.

“Go to hell, monster.” You growled, despite feeling the creak of bones in your face. 

And for a moment the world is deathly quiet.

Until Sukuna throws back his head, startling you with a loud howl as he releases your face to laugh. In pain and confusion, you are tongue-tied as he tilts his head, the look on his face almost fond.

“I could kill you, but I have a better plan. I think you would make a very interesting wife.”

You would have fallen off his leg had he not quickly placed a palm on the small of your back.

“I despise you.” You reply, seeing as there isn’t anything else to say. But Sukuna doesn’t get mad at you for speaking out. Instead, he grins, which is much worse. “I’ll never be yours.”

But his mouth grows wide, and he tugs you forward, pushing you against his chest. Your lack of elegant words doesn’t bother Sukuna.

“Not as a human. I recently acquired a certain cursed spirit on my travels, and by imbuing you with her powers, your transformation should be complete. Rika would suit you well. You’re already halfway there, thanks to those marks suing my blood.”

You had been eating less, not hardly sleeping and the whole blood-shed thing was sort of muffled…

You gape, twisting to try and escape or even to move enough to allow your brain to function.

What?

He gives you a long look that you don’t know how to interpret. “You've lost enough of that wretched humanity that your body won’t break when you bear my children.”

You straighten, horrified, reeling back, but stopped. 

Oh gods, there wasn’t anything more ridiculous than Sukuna talking about reproducing with you? 

“No-“ He waves off your rejection, like a wisp of wind. You don’t remember starting to shake so hard, but it seems like you can see yourself from above, trembling a leaf in a storm.

“Of course, pet. You didn’t think I’d keep a stupid thing like you around to look nice? I even practiced on those pathetic humans.” 

You dig your fingers into his chest, ripping it open with fury alone. 

“I’ll kill you.” You say, “I’ll kill myself-“

Sukuna chuckles as blood pours from his chest, but the wound heals faster than you can dig. Sukuna's hand shoves your head into his blood, and iron fills your mouth.

“Heh, brat. Look at you, a Gojo doomed to be the queen of curses. A fitting end to that cursed line.”

“Someday, the chance will come, and one day, I’ll kill you.” You swear, teeth dripping in red. 

“Women like you never leave their brats, so I’ll breed you till you have no escape,” Sukuna says, bending down and giving a soft kiss to your painted lips. 

As he pulls away, his tongue licks away the blood. “Of course, if you try, I’ll kill them and breed you again. Isn’t that what husbands do?”

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 48

(Chapter 47)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Epilogue

Leaves and twigs crack under your feet, leaving trails and patterns on the snowy forest floor.

It’s night. Darkness interrupted by red, little sparks flying through the air. The stinging smell of smoke creeps into your nose. Remnants of the moonlight, far away, quietly shine through the branches of the trees, painting creepy shadows on the white canvas you’re walking on. The further you walk, the more those shadows dance on an orange tint, that starts to coat the snow, coming from a source, that you’ve set up not far away. Carefully, listening to the sounds of the forest, you walk back to that source.

A flame, a campfire. Right here, in the middle of the woods.

Step by step, you’re approaching that fire, holding wood in your arms to keep it burning. The sound of munching echoes in your ear, the sound of feasting, devouring.

It’s been years, since he liberated you. Unintentionally freed you from a miserable life in a miserable village.

Not knowing, what you were destined to become.

A destiny that no one foresaw.

Not even the King of Curses.

Coming closer, you can see the silhouette of your King, sitting on the very same tree he did a year ago.

When he waited night for night, waited for you to go back with him.

You start humming his melody, as your feet carry you back to the fireplace. The fireplace that made you fall in love with this monster, before you put the new wood down onto the ground.

And then, quietly, you turn to him, watching how he’s gnawing some meat off a bone, occasionally humming in satisfaction.

It’s been months, since you completed the ritual.

Since you’ve been killed and reborn and marked with a sign on the skin that covers your heart.

Months of being his and him being yours.

In the shrine you can now call home.

You look at him and smile softly to yourself, finding it cute how invested he is not to waste any meat that’s on that bone, although you have plenty left.

Sitting down on the log to the left of your King, you feel the warmth of his body on your skin and hear his gentle munching in your ear.

And you feel your love for him, still, despite putting you through all this. You lost your heart to him and, no matter what he did, you don’t want it back.

Ever again.

Asshole.

It’s been days since the both of you came back to this place.

A place you cherish in your heart.

And maybe, you hope, Sukuna cherishes it, too.

The crackling of the fire becomes louder and his noises quiet, making you both just sit there in silence, next to each other. He flicks the bare bone into the flames, before you gently lean against his shoulder, let your head quietly bump against him to be closer, feeling his calm breath beneath your soul.

And both of you just watch the fire in front of you, like you did so many times a year ago, when neither of you could express what’s going on.

Heartache.

It’s been seconds, since he let you know how he feels about you.

Although he never says them out loud, those three words that you’ve told him over and over again and still do.

But he doesn’t has to. Because, you know.

This curse.

So overwhelming, so consuming. Tying your souls together so tightly.

And some words don’t need to be spoken to be true.

Sukuna grabs another piece of meat and holds it under your nose. You cooked it yourself, with fresh herbs that you found earlier in the nearby bushes. It smells delicious. You lean back and sit straight again, before you grab the meat and take a bite.

It’s hot, warming you from the inside. You keep blowing and carefully gnawing and nibbling, until you finally can rip off a bigger piece. Feeling his bottom pair of eyes watching you constantly, you peek over to him quickly.

“What?” you ask with your mouth full, making him smirk, as he musters your stuffed cheeks and big eyes.

“Nothing.”

You pause your chewing, pondering.

“Is it how I eat?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

And he doesn’t respond, just keeps focusing on the fire, a hint of his smirk still decorating the corners of his mouth. The flames flicker in his red eyes, the orange light dances on his face and wrinkles. You can’t help to take them in, over and over again, although you already know his features so well, as if they’ve been imprinted on your eyelids.

So beautiful.

You smile to yourself, before you focus back on your meal, until you throw the remaining bone into the fire. Satisfied, you sigh, until you swallow the last bite you took.

Suddenly, something cold gently falls upon on your forehead and you look up. Delicate flakes of fresh snow are illuminated against the dark canvas of the night, falling down right upon you and Sukuna.

You smile softly, before you turn your head to look at him. He’s looking up into the sky, too and you witness, just in time, how a small flake lands on the tip of his nose, melting in an instant. You huff lovingly, before you gently touch that very spot with your finger. More flakes follow, landing on his mask, his eyebrows and lashes, before he opens his mouth, trying to bite your finger that’s resting on his nose.

Clack.

His teeth close around nothing and you quickly retrieve your hand to poke him into his shoulder instead.

Hard.

It makes his lip twitch, before he leans down to you, close to your face, cocking his eyebrow.

“Harder.” he whispers with a smirk, with this… undertone.

And you blush, remembering it’s what you moaned into his ear last night.

When you felt cold and the fire was not enough to warm your moving bodies.

When your skins and limbs and lips were intertwined, like those of lovers are.

When you kissed each other and hold each other dearly, when your hearts started to miss each other and their embrace.

“Are you sure?” you mumble, trying to keep composure. His gentle eyes roam over your face, scan how your delicate skin rushes full of extra heat.

And then he nods, almost unnoticeable, almost hypnotised, as his gaze falls down to your lips.

The string on your heart pulls you in, let your breaths collide and mingle, until they merge, as you start kissing him on his soft lips while feeling small, freezing flakes fall upon your faces. He quietly sighs against your face and keeps squeezing on your beating heart, before you gently lick and suck on his tongue and bottom lip.

“Okay.” you breathe against his pretty mouth, your breath and heartbeat quickened. “Wait here.”

His pupils are blown, already drowning in your being, before you stand up and walk into the snow.

You feel his needy eyes bore into your back, the string on your heart pulling harshly.

To make you walk back to him, to devour your flesh once again. Like last night, like lovers do.

But first, you crouch down, shove some snow between your hands and form a ball. Then, with all your strength, you turn around and throw it at him. Sukuna leans back to dodge but-

Bam!

The snowball hits his shoulder with a wet impact, shattering in a million pieces.

And you gasp in victory, as you throw your arms up in the air.

“Ahhh hahahah!” you exclaim, before a wide grin spreads onto his lips and he flashes his teeth. A sadistic, aroused chuckle escapes his throat, as his eyes flicker right at you, as he slowly rises to his feet, cracking his neck and knuckles, before he growls in excitement.

“So, you wanna play?”

[troublesh00terfaery]

「 ＣＵＴ ＴＨΣ ＣＨΛＳΞ 」

: ̗̀➛One Shot Series by troublesh00terfaery

: ̗̀➛Status: On going

Synopsis: As peace reigned the day, chaos ruled the night. Yokais have been breeding fear amongst citizens, havoc and misery spreading like wild fire. Or are you reminded to tame the beasts or be tamed by the beasts?

Tags: NSFW, AFAB! reader, breading kink, unprotected sex, voyeurism, dacryphilia, more will be added here as soon as the list will be updated.

Note: Since this will be focusing on six JJK men, I have divided them into two groups, the first group involving those hunting these yokais and the second group are those involved within the yokai turf. Will be expanding these descriptions with the upcoming fictions

Note that each of these one-shots have different story lines and periods. The acts does not follow any sequencing event thus each character pairing has different scenarios, settings, and situations.

I: Spider Lily Unit

ACT I: Candied Rest (Nanami Kento)

ACT II: One More Hour? (Gojo Saturu)

ACT III: Money on the Table (Geto Suguru)

II: Eternity in Red

ACT I: Play with fire (Choso)

ACT II: Devilish (Toji Fushiguro)

ACT III: Kings Have Honor (Ryomen Sukuna)

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Infatuation - Sukuna drabble

Request for : @piest4r

AU, gender neutral reader, first,second third person povs, fem bodied reader

Tw: stalking,suggestive behavior, possessive behavior,dubcon

As the moon hung high in the night sky, it cast a pale glow over the city streets below. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the scent of autumn. Amidst the quiet of the night, a figure moved silently, its steps calculated and deliberate.

There were no corners, no alleyways, no hidden places they didn't know about. They had spent weeks observing their target, learning their patterns and secrets. It was time to make their move.

Around a corner, they spotted them. The person who had occupied their thoughts day and night; the one who made their heart race and their blood boil. It was time to claim them as their own.

Sukuna stepped out of the shadows, his presence immediately commanding attention. His tall frame towered over his target, his powerful aura radiating with dominance.

"Finally found you," Sukuna said in a low voice that sent shivers down their spine.

Their eyes widened as they took in Sukuna's imposing figure. He looked like a god amongst men; strong, confident, and utterly captivating.

"You... you've been following me?" they stammered out, trying to process what was happening.

Sukuna nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving theirs. "I wanted to know everything about you," he admitted honestly.

A mix of fear and excitement coursed through their veins at Sukuna's confession. It should have terrified them that someone had been stalking them for weeks but there was something undeniably thrilling about it too.

"Why?" they asked softly.

"Because I couldn't get you out of my head," Sukuna replied honestly. "Every thought consumed me; every moment without you felt like torture."

He took a step closer to them, closing the distance between them slightly. "I needed to know everything about you so that I could make you mine."

Their breath caught in their throat at Sukuna's words. They never could have imagined that the one who had been stalking them would want them in such a possessive way.

Before they could respond, Sukuna reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small package. He held it out to them, his gaze intense.

"I've been planning this for a while," Sukuna said as they took the package from him. "I wanted to be prepared for when the time was right."

They looked down at the package in their hand and slowly unwrapped it, revealing a pair of lacy black underwear. It was their favorite pair, the one they had mentioned in passing during one of their conversations.

A surge of desire rushed through them at the sight of the familiar underwear. They realized then that there was no denying how much they wanted Sukuna; how much they craved his dominance and possessiveness.

Looking up at him, their eyes filled with a mix of lust and need. "Fuck me, Sukuna," they whispered desperately.

Sukuna's lips curled into a predatory smile as he closed the remaining distance between them. He grabbed their waist roughly, pulling them against his body.

"With pleasure," he growled before crashing his lips onto theirs.

The world around them faded away as they gave themselves over to each other completely. There was no denying the connection that burned between them; it was primal, irresistible, and utterly intoxicating. When night finally fell you figured it was best to stay home and try to ignore this weird stalker who seemed infatuated with you.

You change into a satin pajama set and climb into bed flipping through channels when there’s a knock at your door startled, you walk over and open it cautiously only to come face-to-face with Sukuna himself.

“I told you that you’re mine” He whispered darkly And with that he stepped past me walking inside my apartment as if he owned the place.

I watched in shock as he made himself comfortable on my couch turning the TV off “Close the door sweetheart we have things to discuss.”

My feet moved on their own accord obeying his words as I closed the door behind him. Suddenly the world spun around me and when it righted itself we were no longer in my apartment.

Instead, we were standing inside a large bedroom that looked way too fancy and expensive for someone like me. It took a moment but I quickly realized where we were; this was Sukuna’s room.

“What are we doing here?” I asked confused as hell by everything that was happening

A predatory smirk graced his lips “I thought that would be obvious by now darling… I brought you here to show you, you’re mine. Now undress and get in bed”

My eyes went wide as my face turned a bright shade of red, I don’t know what I was expecting from him but this was definitely not it.

“W-what?” I stammered nervously

Sukuna sighed dramatically “Must I repeat myself? Get undressed and get in bed”

A shiver ran down my spine at the commanding tone in his voice, but I couldn’t help The defiance that welled up inside me.

I crossed my arms over my chest glaring at him

“No.”

The air in the room instantly grew thick with tension as Sukuna's eyes darkened and his face hardened. He rose from the couch, towering over me with an intimidating presence.

I could feel a mix of fear and arousal coursing through my veins, but I refused to let him see how much his commanding demeanor affected me. I held my ground, defiantly staring into his deep, penetrating gaze.

Sukuna took a step closer, closing the distance between us. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl. "You think you can defy me?" he said, his words dripping with dominance. "You think you can resist what we both know is inevitable?"

A shiver ran down my spine as his intoxicating aura engulfed me. My heart raced in my chest as I struggled to find my voice. "I... I don't belong to anyone," I managed to say, my voice laced with defiance.

A sinister smile played at the corners of Sukuna's lips. He moved even closer, until there was barely any space between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.

"Oh, sweetheart," he purred, his breath hot against my ear. "You will learn that you already belong to me." His hand gently cupped my chin, tilting my head back as he leaned down to claim my lips with a searing kiss.

A wave of desire washed over me as our mouths moved together in a fierce, passionate dance. Sukuna's kiss was demanding and possessive, leaving no doubt in my mind that he was in control.

I couldn't help but melt into him as his hands roamed my body purposefully. The soft fabric of my pajamas felt like a barrier between us that needed to be eliminated.

With one swift motion, Sukuna tore off the satin top, exposing my bare breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened with a primal hunger as he leaned down to capture one hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

A moan escaped my lips as a surge of pleasure coursed through me. Sukuna's hands worked quickly to rid me of the remaining fabric, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable before him.

I stood there, trembling with anticipation as he stepped back to admire the sight before him. "So fucking beautiful," he growled, his voice dripping with lust and admiration.

The intensity of his gaze sent a rush of wetness between my thighs. I could feel the ache for him growing stronger with each passing second. I wanted nothing more than to surrender myself completely to this dominant man who had claimed me as his own.

Sukuna's eyes locked with mine as he slowly began to remove his clothing, piece by piece. The sight of his sculpted body left me breathless, yearning for his touch in ways I never thought possible.

Once fully undressed, Sukuna climbed onto the bed, beckoning for me to join him with a crook of his finger. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me.

But then Sukuna's voice filled the room once again, firm and commanding. "On your knees," he said, his tone brooking no argument.

My breath hitched at his words as I slowly made my way towards him on trembling legs. I knelt before him on the soft sheets, feeling a sense of submission that both scared and thrilled me.

Sukuna's hand gently cupped my cheek as he looked into my eyes with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "You're mine now," he said, his voice filled with possessiveness and desire. "And I'm going to make you remember that with every fucking touch."

He slowly traced his lips down my neck, and my body trembled in response. I closed my eyes and allowed him to take what he wanted.

[gojos-version]

Consume me.

Pairings- Y/N x Mafia Au! Sukuna

Summary- You're the daughter of a famous mafia boss and your dad wants to cooperate with Sukuna and make a deal, you hate Sukuna. You’re about to make his life a living hell.

Warnings- y/n being bratty and a bad bitch, brat taming, unprotected sex, breeding, tummy bulge (per usual), masturbation, blood and death mentioned (not in detail or much)

Word count- 8k

Proof read- ✅

A/n- Omg this took me so long because ive been so busy and i knew it was gonna be such a long fic, but i hope this tickles your pickle :3 Have a lovely day and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

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Sukuna. That name brought fear to many people. He was a well-known Mafia boss, he lived by his rules, he didn't like something? It was fixed immediately. He doesn't like someone, or someone messes up? They’re dead. He’s a very fierce man and its risky that even right now your father wants to make a deal with him, to get more respect he says. 

Sukuna was the one person you had the least respect for, he was cruel and heartless, and you'd prefer to avoid him at all costs if you could. His face was covered in tattoos and so was the rest of his body, he had piercings and honestly he was intimidating. But… he also made you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling. Maybe it was the way he carried himself that you found attractive? You weren’t sure but you hate him. Your dad was a big mafia boss but not as big as Sukuna, his business was huge.

Knock knock.

Your head perks up from your book; “Yes?”, your dad’s assistant opens the door; “Your father requests to speak with you.”, “Alright I’ll be down.” With that she nods her head and closes the door. You sigh and twist your body to slide off your bed, slipping your slippers on you open the door and walk down the stairs to your dad’s office. You knock on the door and he shouts a ‘Come in!’ And you do, when you open the door you did not except to see a tall man with pink hair, tattoos and in a black suit sitting in front of your dad.

Sukuna?? Why the fuck was he here. Your heart drops and you swallow thickly, he shoots you a smirk that makes your blood boils. “What is it that you wanted, father?”, “Take a seat, I want to talk to you about a few things. Including our guest, don’t be rude, Y/n.”, “I don’t see why we have to discuss things in front of our guest. Wouldn’t that be unprofessional?” You cross your arms, leaning back on the door. “Oh don’t mind me.” Sukunas deep voice rings out and you glare at him, “Who said you were apart of this conversation?”, “Ohhoho! Quite the mouth on you!” He laughs, leaning back in his chair and your dad’s expression becomes stern, “Y/n. What did I say.”, your eye twitches with annoyance and you scoff; “I’d rather talk in private, dad.”

Your dad sighs in annoyance and Sukuna grins, laying back more in his chair. “Like I said, don’t mind me sweetheart.” You huff, “Let me guess, we’re working with Sukuna now?”, “Yes, so I hope you’ll be nice a- “, “Greatttttt!” You say with fake enthusiasm, and you see Sukuna's jaw clench. Ha. Y/n 1 Sukuna 0. You turn to walk out and freeze feeling a strong presence behind you and a large hand on your shoulder, “Listen brat, you don’t want to piss me off. If you keep provoking me, I can and I will destroy your father’s corporation. You don’t want that now do you?”, Sukuna's deep voice whispers into your ear and you shiver.

“Of course you would, you have no heart. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re a robot. You wouldn’t do shit to us.” You sneered back, yeah it was risky but how dare a man try to speak you down and threaten you? Excuse him?? Sukuna chuckles darkly, “A robot huh? Li- “, “Y/n apologize to our guest right now.” Your dad cuts Sukuna off (without knowing what he was saying), saying nothing you shrug off Sukuna's shoulder and open the door, shutting it harshly behind you and going back to your room.

You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling and sighing softly. You really hope Sukuna isn’t around much. You were hoping to avoid him as much as possible, any interaction with him made your blood boil and your thighs squish together. You hated him and you hated how he made your body tingle. You hated how turned on you got by his stupid face and how curious you were of him. You wanted more, you wanted to know more, why was he stoic? What’s really under that tough demeanor? That heartless man. Why was he heartless? You ached to know more but you couldn’t fucking stand him. You really didn’t like him. No matter what your body felt you really really didn’t like him.

Ding!

A text message? From who?

Dad <3 - Y/n, Sukuna will be around a lot, so you better behave and be nice. He’s doing good for us, I expect to hear that you apologized before tonight, no arguments.

You grunt and close your phone, turning to your side. Maybe you’ll go out tonight. Yeah. That's a good idea. You send a message to your group chat asking to hang out at a bar and before you know it they reply with a “Let’s get shitfaced girls!”, you chuckle and slide off your bed; to your wardrobe. You could be sexy, slutty or modest. You hum to yourself; it wouldn’t hurt to be a mix of sexy and slutty tonight. It’d be nice to get laid; especially after today. You decide on a dark red dress, it stopped mid-thigh and showed just the right amount of cleavage and hugged your curves juustt right. You slip on a black leather jacket, tights and black boots, opting for a red bag to balance it out. You do your hair and makeup and smile at the mirror. You felt good. You looked good.

As you open the door and walk down the steps you did not expect Sukuna to still be here. At the dining table??? You try to sneak past them; hoping they wouldn’t notice you. “And where might you be going?” A dark voice rings out. That annoying deep voice. That belonged to that stupid pink haired man with tattoos. “It’s none of your business I’m afraid.” You reply coolly, “Y/n. I told you to be nice.” Your dad scolds, “Dad, I’m going out.” Your dad glares at you and you simply walk off, tired of the conversation; you ignore the loud shouts of your name and sigh as you walk out the door. You drag your feet into your car, telling your driver where to take you.

You swallow thickly and bundle your skirt into your clenched hands, sighing in frustration. You pick your phone up to see your best friend; Shoko calling you. "Shoko! Hey girl.", "Y/n how far are you?? Please, Satoru's annoying me." She whines into the phone, and you bark out a laugh; "I just left. Dad was being difficult. I should be there very soon." You reassure her and she grumbles a 'Hurry up before I kill him' before hanging up.

You smile in contentment lean your head against the window; looking out in the distance while your driver takes you to the bar. You honestly thought it'd be just the 'girls' but it seems Satoru and Suguru weaved their way into yours, Shoko and Utahime's plans. more company the better honestly.

Before you know it, the cars stopped Infront of the club; "Miss do you want me to escort you?", your driver asks and you shake your head; "It's alright, I'll message you if I need anything and when I want to be picked up." Thats the last thing you say before sliding out of the car and feeling the cool air kiss your warm skin.

Ouch the weather wasn't as nice as you thought it was. You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk into the club, instantly the smell of sweat, lust and alcohol fill your senses. Yeah, you're definitely going to need a drink. As you walk towards the bar you instantly spot Shoko, Utahime and Satoru drunk off their minds dancing around and Suguru sitting on the bar and drinking.

"Long time no see." You greet sitting next to him, "You finally made it. These idiots got drunk so quickly.", "I can tell. How have you been though, Suguru?" You say as you order a drink, leaning your back against the counter and crossing a leg over the other having your elbows resting on the counter behind you.

"Not too bad, it's been hectic because works been stressful.", "Thats rough, work sucks." You sympathize; "How about you? Any life updates?" He asks laughing softly at the others dancing their asses off. Man, it was going to be a long night. "Terrible. My dad made a deal with Sukuna and for some reason he's around my house. a lot.", Suguru almost spits out his drink in surprise, "Shit what!? You're kidding.", "I wish I was. doesn't help he keeps talking to me too." You sip your drink, frowning at the memory.

"Doesn't... Sukuna like not talk to his client's kids or anything? Doesn't he just keep it strict and just talk to let's say just your dad in this situation. Usually, he stays at his own abode too." He ponders and your blood runs cold. wait. he's right. "Wait why would he be interested in me...? How the fuck do I get out of this mess? Shit Suguru what do I do." You panic and scull your drink.

"Don't worry, I think it's a good thing he's taken a liking to you. if he didn't, he'd probably would've killed you already." He reassures you and sigh. "I don't even want to be involved with him." Suguru nods his head in understanding, before he could respond though a drunk Shoko and Satoru run over to you; having finally noticed your arrival.

"You're here!!! Girl, I've missed you!!" Shoko exclaims, a bit too loudly for your liking and throws her arms around you; practically sitting on your lap. "Y/N!! Hi!!!!!!" Well. that makes both Satoru and Shoko smothering you. "Hey guys, kind of can't breathe right now with both of you squishing me." You laugh out but nevertheless hug them back.

"What tookkk you sooo loonnggg!" Satoru slurs out taking his drink from before and sculling the entire thing. "Girl shit." You respond, "You do not need to drink more." Suguru scolds taking the now empty glass away from him and Satoru pouts and complains in response.

"Giirrrllll any new news???? Any dick you're getting???" Shoko slurs in your ear; still over you. "I'll tell you when you're sober, girl", "NO tell me noooowwwwww", you sigh knowing she won't give up. "Dad made a deal with Sukuna." as soon as those words left your mouth she jumps back in shock and falls on the ground.

"Are you ok-", "NO WAY THE SUKUNA???", "Shhhh!!!" Thank God everyone was too drunk to give a shit. You help her up and drown another drink. you really want to get shitfaced tonight.

Few drinks later <3

You don't know when you started dancing with a random guy. you don't know who he is or what his name is. all you know is everything's blurry and dizzy and you're having the best time of your life. Your arms wrap around his neck and your lips are a bit too close to his. He slurs something drunkenly and you faintly make out the words must've been a 'you're so beautiful'. Your lips unconsciously lean towards his, both of you breathing heavily against each other. Before he can lean in and take your lips on his, a loud bang! fills your ears. wait. Where did his head go?

You look down at your clothes and they're covered in... blood...? What...? You freeze as everyone around you starts screaming and running out of the club, the guys now limp headless body falls at your feet, and you don't know how to react. when it all processes you feel adrenaline rush through your veins.

Where are your friends? You shakily walk towards the exit and see a familiar pink hair, tattooed tall man. Wait a minute... is that...? You blink a few times and he's gone. "Y/n!! Are you okay??" You feel Suguru's hand on your shoulder, you turn to him and see Shoko and Satoru hanging off him, Utahime was hanging off of Shoko.

You wordlessly nod your head and your drivers here? Didn't you say you'd text him when you're ready?? You open the door and motion for Suguru to put the others in the car, you help him put your friends in the backseats. You sit in the front seat next to your driver; "I didn't tell you to pick me up. But please take my friends to their houses." You manage to utter out.

He nods and the car starts going on its journey. You can't stop thinking that murder had to have been from Sukuna. but why? Why would he murder the guy you were dancing with. Why did he even care?? A "Miss, drink some water to sober up." Cuts you out of your thoughts. It was hard to focus on everything with how much alcohol you took in. But you drank as much water as you could. After drinking your water, you head rests against the head rest, and you shut your eyes briefly.

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You blearily blink your eyes open, trying to adjust to the sunlight pouring through your room. What time was it? How did you end up...in your bed...? Maybe your driver put you in your bed. You shrug it off and slowly sit up. Fuck your head hurt. You didn't have enough water in time. Your head was throbbing as you turned your head to look at your nightstand. Water and pain killers? I mean that's thoughtful, but no one really does that for you. then again you don't usually pass out in the car.

You took the painkillers and drank the water, putting your slippers on and robe as you slowly made your way towards the door. You just realized. someone was murdered in front of you yesterday. Wait when the fuck were you in your PJ's? And the blood from your face and body is gone??

Your heart races for a minute and you try to shrug it off as maybe you didn't remember getting changed or one of the female maids did it for you while you were sleeping. Right...? You open the door and slowly make your way down the steps towards the kitchen. Coffee. And water. Thats what you need right now. you fixed your hair and by the time you reached the bottom of the stairs; There was your dad and of course Sukuna. Sukuna. Why was he here?

"Mornin' Princess, Woke up late today, huh?" Ugh that stupid annoying deep voice. it fills your head, and you ignore him, walking past him and filling a cup of water, drowning it and filling it up again. "Y/n. I told you not to be ru-", "Nah its fine. She looks hungover.", "So that's where she went huh."

Come on brain. Remember. Right, Pink hair and tattoos and a dead guy. Yep. Common duo. "Sukuna, you did that last night, didn't you?" You deadpan, turning around and leaning your lower back against the counter, water in your hand, sipping and waiting for a response.

He looks shocked for a split second but covers it up quickly, "Oh? Where?" His head leans to the side giving you a look of 'I dare you to continue'. You smirk, walking closer to him. "The man you murdered at the club. Infront of me. What was that about, hm? Got jealous I gave someone else my attention and not you?" You dad stays silent, flabbergasted and oh Sukuna just glares at you.

"Why would I be jealous?", "You're not denying you murdered a guy at the club last night." You slam your hand down in front of him on the table and lean your face close to his, and your breasts right in his field of view. His eyes flicker from them to your face a few times, "You just happened to distract my target.", "Oh? I did a background check on the people at the club on my way there. He was a normal citizen." Your face gets closer to his and you're smirking, eyes narrowed as you egg him on.

Fuck does he look pissed off right now. But...there's another emotion you can see in his eyes, but you can't pinpoint it. Is it surprise? Intrigue? Lust? Who knows. You had him cornered both physically and mentally right now and he honestly had no option but to confess.

"Come on Ryomen. Give us the truth." You whisper in his ear, "You-" He seethes, and you cut him off by barking out a loud laugh, his hands were gripping the arm rests of his seat. How amusing. Without another word you trot off with a slight sway in your hips. You could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head while you did walk off.

Time skip <3

You're laying on your bed listening to music while writing in your diary, ranting about Sukuna and other random things. It's 9pm before you know it. Maybe you'll just stay in tonight and have a self-care day. yeah. that sounds pretty good. you shut your diary and shove it under your pillow, going to the bathroom and running a bath.

You get your necessities and sit on the sink while the bath fills up. What you didn't know however was that Sukuna went in your room, wanting to give you a rough talking to; to find you not in your room. He hums and looks around, taking it in. your pillow messily placed catches his eyes and he lifts it to see your diary.

His brows furrow as he opens the book. 'Maybe she writes stories or draws? Why do I even care.' As he flicks through it, he sees his name written. hm? What's this? A smirk makes way on his face as he takes your diary and leaves your room, making sure everything was as you left it.

You sink into the bath you set and shut your eyes at the warm sensation. what should you do about him? There's no way he has to be over this much for a business deal. Maybe you're overthinking it too much. You sigh softly and shut your eyes, enjoying your soak in the bath. Hopefully tomorrow you'll be given a job to do.

Time skip <3

Your eyes flutter open and it's still dark outside? You twist your body and slide off the bed, slipping your robe on and your slippers. 5:30am. Great. You walk towards the kitchen and notice someone…sitting? On the table with their feet up?? Who on earth was up at this time of night???? When you get a bit closer you notice the familiar pink hair and tattoos. Ugh. Why the hell was Sukuna here and awake at 5 in the damn morning. “Why are you here at 5 in the morning?” Your soft voice rings out making him look up from what he was reading. “Why are you up at 5 in the morning?” He sasses back and your eye twitches in frustration. “I live here, and you don’t. Why are you here at 5 in the morning, Sukuna.”, “Ouch back to Sukuna huh?” And oh, you wish you could wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

“Answer the question.” You say with a blank expression and sit across him. He sits forward and puts the book next to him, leaning his chin on his palm. Why did that book look so familiar? “Because your dad needs me, so I decided I’ll be staying here a while.”, “What book are you reading?” You ask, your heart rate picking up because it looked a lot like your handwriting. No wonder why your pillow felt too comfortable. He stands up and makes his way behind your seat, leaning next to your left ear. “You think I’m so hot, huh? You even want me to dick you down, yet you act like you hate me.” His hand snakes slowly around your neck, applying some pressure and you gasp. “You want me to choke your pretty throat huh?” His hand snakes up to your chin and his thumb strokes your cheek.

“That was private.” You grumble out, panting softly. “Oh? Yet you’re such a little fucking slut. Thought you could fool me hm?” Your hand snaps out and grabs his wrist, pulling his hand away from your face. Still holding his wrist, you stand up and turn to face him, with your free hand you grip his face and mush his cheeks together. “You're too bold. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been watching me when you think I’m not watching. Or my used panties that have slowly been going missing. You’re not slick, Ryomen.” His eyes narrow and you laugh. “And you call me the slut. You’re the perv around here.”

He snarls and you walk away from him turning the coffee machine on. Your hands grip the counter when you feel his half hard cock push against your ass. “What are you- “, “Shut up. You’re such a fucking brat.” He pushes your head down and you grunt when your cheek makes contact with the cold counter. “C’mon doll you know you fuckin’ want me.” You smirk having an idea come into your head. Without saying anything you grind your ass against his clothed cock which is now hard and fuck you can feel how hard it is. You circle your hips, and he lets out a grunt in response.

You move your robe up exposing your now soaked panties, rubbing against his soaked pants for more friction. You wiggle your ass, teasing him. “Come on big boy. Do something, can’t leave a girl hanging now, can you?” You press harder against him and a breathy whimper escapes his lips. “You…” Fuck his voice sounds so raspy and you’re clenching around nothing. One of his hands shakily squeeze your ass and fuck right now you want him to fuck the living shit out of you. No. Y/n. You wanted him to be the one begging for you remember? You wanted him to be so down bad for you he’d go insane. Fuck this isn't good. You shiver slightly when your cunt makes a honeyed gush of wet arousal ruining your panties further. You feel his thick thumb run up and down on your clothed, soaked slit making goosebumps erupt all over you in response.

“Fuck…” he moans, “You’re so fucking soaked.”, and finally he removes his hand off your head. Both of his thumbs make contact with your slit through your panties and his thumbs sink into your hole, spreading you open through your panties and the moan he lets out? Worth it. You muffle your own moans behind your mouth with watery eyes. You stand up and pull away from him, grabbing his arms and pinning him to the counter. “What a naughty boy you are.” You tsk, “Already trying to fuck me before taking me to dinner? Chivalry is dead.”

You release his arms and grab a mug, pouring yourself coffee, desperately trying to distract yourself from how fucking wet you felt. You notice how he stays quiet, his eyes following your figure with every move you make. “What's got you so quiet, hm?”, You look over at him and notice a…blush? Covering his cheeks and ears? Now that was a rare sight. “I-uh- “He cuts himself off and storms off. What was that about?? You shrug it off and sit at the table. Of course, your diary was gone. Fuck your panties were clinging onto your soppy cunt. You quickly drown the rest of your coffee and head to your room.

You slip your now completely soaked panties off and grab your vibrator from under your bed, sitting on your bed you lay on your back and spread your legs; circling the toy up and down your leaking slit and clit, repeating the motion a few times. You slowly sink the toy into your needy cunt and line up the clit sucking part of the vibrator onto your clit. Turning it on makes you sigh in relief as the vibrations ease your neediness.

You moan softly as you move the bottom part of the vibrator in and out of your hole, your free hand fondling your tits, squeezing and pinching your hard nipples. Your legs shake as you get closer and closer to your impending orgasm, your moans increasing as you move the toy faster, the vibrations and the heat from the vibrator making your head roll back into your pillow. You gasp wildly as your walls clamp around it, making your body tingle. You felt the knot in your tummy tighten as you cum hard around it, your walls spasming around your vibrator. fuck. you never come this quickly.

Shit. You still felt so turned on. You continue thrusting the toy in and out of you making your toes curl. You needed more. You needed Sukuna. You needed him so deep inside of you. Focusing on your own pleasure you couldn't hear Sukuna fisting himself with his ear to your door, your used panties over his nose as he inhales your scent. Hs entire body felt like it was on fire, burning with need while he pumped his cock imagining it was your wet, sopping cunt instead. Shit he felt so close, his thighs and abbs tensing in response as he cums harshly all over his hand and arm, his free hand muffling his mouth to not let any pathetic noises escape. Sukuna doesn't come that quickly. Not usually. He breathes heavily listening to your wet squelches and moans through the door. He wanted you so badly it hurt so much.

You’re not sure how much times you’ve cummed now, but you have a feeling Sukuna’s behind your door. For a while now you’ve been making sure your sounds are extra loud for him. Your body aches as you pull your now dead vibrator out of you, with shaky legs you slip your robe on and go into your bathroom, washing it and running yourself a bath. You put your vibrator on charge, hiding it and opening your door. You find nothing there but a large wet spot. You laugh to yourself knowing he was cumming hard to your sounds.

You shut your door and shrug your robe off, lighting a candle and sinking into the bath as you think of what to do. It’s around 7:40am now. “Y/n! I’ve got a job for you today!” Your dad’s voice sounds out, “I’ll send you the details!”, “Okay!” You yell out and smile. Finally, some action around here.

Time skip <3

You just finished your job. It was easy honestly but it’s raining and your new gown you got for the job has bloodstains. Oh well. If it’s washed properly, it shouldn’t be a problem. You’re waiting for your driver to come but… it feels like he’s late. Or maybe you’re being impatient? Ring ring! Ring ring! You look down at your phone, a call from…Sukuna? Why him? You sigh and answer, “What do you want.”, “where are you? Give me your coordinates. Now.”, you send him your location; “Why? What’s wrong?”, “Enemies of mine are looking for you. Your dad’s safe with me. If your driver or car shows up do not enter the vehicle, if anything hide till I get to you.”, “What do you mean enemies? What the fucks going on, Ryomen?” You stop talking when you notice your car. Your drivers car. Pull up in front of you. You stand still, motionless waiting for their first move.

“Y/n? Fucking answer me!”, You hang up the phone call, with your free hand you slowly snake your hand behind you, going up your thigh and grabbing your gun and throwing knives. Adrenaline floods through your veins when the car honks its horn. Your driver never honks the horn at you. With a beat of silence your eyes focus on the guns in the back aiming at you. Fuck. If you’re not quick, you’ll end up dead in about 2 seconds. Your eyes flit to your bag on the ground next to you. Perfect. You drop your phone onto your bag and run, hiding behind the tree near the entrance, with a quick motion you aim and blow the tires of the car. These fuckers aren’t leaving here alive.

You grab your throwing knives and wait. The people in the car shooting wildly now have the windows broken, and perfectly open for you. Idiots. You smirk and throw 2 knives hitting both of the people in the front seat in the head, instantly killing them.

Fuck. Now probably like 4 people in the back. Great. How long is Sukuna going to take? You hide behind the tree. Why does your mind keep travelling back to him? Those stupid tattoos. Those stupid piercings and his stupid pink hair. That stupid smirk he always gives you. Your heart rate picks up, why can’t you focus? You try to force yourself to focus on the dire situation at hand right now but the way he pressed your cock against you this morning. His thick hands...shit.

Why are you thinking of Sukuna? Sukuna… Sukuna.. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna.

Time skip <3

Your eyes flutter open, taking in the familiar tattoos and pink hair. Sukuna. “Took you long enough.” His voice fills your head, and you blink confusedly at him. “Huh? What happened?”, you go to sit up, but he puts a hand to your chest and keeps you from moving. "I came as quick as I could. They didn't touch you. They've been dealt with so do not worry." Without saying anything, both your hands grip his face and pull him closer to you. "What are y-", "Why are you in my head so much. it's like you're possessing me. What do you want from me, Ryomen Sukuna. Why did you have to come into my life." Your nails dig into his cheeks. His eyes widen in shock and... confusion?

Before he could respond you're out cold and he's left to think about what you said.

A few weeks later <3

It's been a few weeks since you've seen Sukuna. You've asked your dad where he went, and he said he has his own business to do. You couldn't find him anywhere, not even on any tracker or through anyone. it's like he left without a trace.

It's cold tonight. You look out the balcony and ignore the chilling cold breeze. It was a nice night tonight. The sounds of the night and traffic fill your ears and head leaving you to your thoughts. Maybe he'll come back? Pink hair...stupid tattoos...

"Didn't miss me too much now did you?" That deep voice. That familiar deep voice sounds through your ears, and you turn around so quick you almost fell over. Pink hair. Stupid tattoos.

"Where have you been? It's been weeks. What were you doing?" You question, watching as he comes closer to you. He was so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His hand makes contact with your cheek, cupping it softly. Being soft wasn't Sukuna's style. You look into his eyes and see him frowning in thought. Sukuna disappeared for a while ever since you said you can't get him off your mind and here he was out of no where. He had some time to himself to reflect and try to get his feelings in check back to being heartless and cold. That didn't work. He couldn't stand anymore time away from you.

"It was not my intention to worry you." He thumbs your bottom lip, making your heart speed up. He looked at you like you were the only person in the entire world. You notice his gaze fixed on your lips and your eyes can't help but flit to his plush lips too. Your hands come up and cup both of his cheeks, pulling him closer to you. "What were you doing? Why'd you leave without saying anything?", You demand. "Thought you hated me, princess.", "Shut up. "

The air around the two of you is thick, the both of you staring at each other's lips and heavy breathing, his hand on your cheek and both of yours cupping his face. Before you could blink Sukuna smashes his lips onto yours, his soft lips engulfing yours.

His tongue explores your mouth, shoving your tongue under his as he licks the cervices of your mouth, occasionally wrapping his tongue around yours. Your whimpers are swallowed up by his mouth greedily devouring yours.

Your arms wrap around his neck and pull his body flush with yours; his hands move down to your waist and grip harshly. He moves you impossibly closer to him, his hands now gripping your ass. Fuck your entire body feels like it's been lit on fire, electricity courses through your veins like small sparks exploding throughout your body continuously.

Your lungs burn from the lack of air, but you don't want to stop. Not when you feel so good, not when you finally had Sukuna. He breathily pulls away from your lips, “Jump.” He orders, you comply and jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You start nipping at his neck while he carries you to your bed, softly placing you down and hovering on top of you. He looked so fucking good in his black suit. The rings he was wearing was doing things to you; you never thought you would feel from something so simple.

“Consume me.” You say softly, his eyes take you in, puffy lips, your nightgown haphazardly on you, your thighs squishing together and your hair disheveled. You were looking at him like you were going to explode if he didn’t touch you right now. He laughs and opens your robe, “Nothing underneath? What a slut. Did you know I was going to see you tonight?”, “Just a hunch.” your fingers were itching to grab him and pull him on you, but you fought the urge to. Wordlessly, his lips meet yours again; his tongue mapping out your entire mouth while his hands make contact with your breasts. He squishes them making the both of you moan into each other's mouths.

"Want me to consume you, huh?" He laughs, putting pressure as his hands trail down slowly from your breasts down to your belly button. "Possess me. I haven't been able to think of anyone or anything else besides you till you came into my life. You own me, Ryomen." With that you see a feral glint in his eyes as he shreds his blazer and top off, revealing...tattoos on his upper arms..chest..oh fuck. your cunt gushes out a wave of wetness pathetically making your slick drip down your thighs and onto the bed bellow you- making a wet spot.

"I can't fuckin wait. Waited long enough, brat. Can't say things like that and get away with it." He gruffs out and shreds his lower half bare. Thigh tattoos too? Fuck you think you just combusted right then and there. He pushes your thighs to your chest as he bites and sucks on your neck making you mewl in response. "Please. I need you so bad, please." You beg out, you don't even know what you're begging for at this point. For him to fuck you? Bite you? Him in general? Not even you know the answer. Maybe it was all.

He lines his cock in front of your entrance, and he rubs his leaky tip against your slit up to bumping your clit which makes you clench around nothing in response. His repeats the action a few times till he couldn't handle feeling your walls twitching against him any longer.

He sinks half of his hard cock inside of your sopping pussy, "it's all in." he lies, fuck it was so much. "F-fuck you're so t-thick" you manage to whimper out as he thrusts half of his dick in. You don't know its half but fuck it had your toes curling. "S-suk-una-! A-angh!!" you cry out and he buries his head in your neck and bites hard.

You gasp wildly and moan at the sensation because when Sukuna bites, he bites hard. He keeps your legs pinned to your chest and he finally thrusts the rest of his thick length inside of you making your walls clamp wildly and a shocked expression take over on your face, your eyes widening as you struggle to catch your breath. "W-what-! A-ah! Angh! K-kuna-!" And that fucker laughs at you. He starts ramming his stupidly big cock with harsh force making your eyes roll back and drool seep out of your agape mouth. "Yeah, that's it, fuckin take it." he grunts. The aroma of the candles you had lit and the open balcony with Sukuna fucking you stupid stimulated you and your mind so much to the point you felt like you were going to go insane.

He sits up and wraps a hand around your neck, his thumb putting just the right amount of pressure on the column of your neck, rubbing his thumb up and down. Your walls convulse against him making him moan out in surprise. You make a mental note to do that more often. Without warning his hips somehow move faster and his free hand roughly grabs your tit, pinching your nipple. Fuck you couldn't even move, all you could do was just take it.

Your hands fly to his shoulders when the hand that was on your tit trails down to your stomach, his hips were smack into yours with need that made your entire body jerk up, his hand on your neck being the only thing to stabilize you. His cock was bruising your cervix with each harsh slap of his hips against yours, you could literally feel his mushroomed tip trying to rip through your stomach.

It was like his dick was trying to make a hole through your stomach so it could say hello to you. Fuck the bulge he was causing made you shake and wither around him and when he noticed it? That only made him go crazier. "Fuck..." his lips part and he lets out a low breaths grunt, "Fucking that's it." that's the last thing you blearily hear before your face is in the pillows and your ass in the air.

When the fuck did he flip us over? You don't have time to think before he drives his cock back inside of you and his thrusts are merciless. His hands grip the globes of your ass cheeks, and he spreads them harshly, exposing your tight ass hole. The cold air makes you shiver, and you almost feel your consciousness slipping. You didn't notice the tears streaming down your face because the only thing you could focus on was his dick rearranging your guts.

Your body feels like it's on fire, your senses full of him. Sukuna was all you could feel. All you could smell. All you could see, his image planted in your mind like it meant to be. It's like you could feel his entire soul.

His thumb circles your ass, hell his fucking thumb is bigger than your ass's hole. The hand that's not on your ass grabs your hair and pulks your face up. He leans over your body; basically, squishing it and presses his nose to your neck, "I have to fucking consume you. You know your little hole? Yeah? 'M going to make that mine too." Fuck you could die right now.

You try to speak but all that come out of your mouth is stuttered desperate gasps of breaths and choked moans, you claw desperately at the sheets and try to crawl away, his cock now half inside of you when you feel your body have a fire sensation spread throughout it.

"T-too m-much- angh!! " You manage to whimper out and oh does he look pissed off. One arm wraps around your shoulders and the other grips your waist and slides you back all the way down to the hilt of his cock. "You're not escaping me." He gruffs out and presses on the bulge in your stomach while he desperately yet sloppily slaps his hips into yours.

The knot in your tummy snaps and you don't cum, no, you squirt so hard all over his tummy, pelvis and thighs to the point your mouth was agape in a silent scream, your eyes clamp shut and you see pure white. "F-fuck-shit-y/n-" Sukuna moans out while he fills you up so much.

Your head felt dizzy, your body trembling into the mattress, you feel his surprisingly still hard cock slip out of you; his cum slowly dribbling out of you. "Don't think we're done, brat. Not after how much you pissed me off with your attitude.", You feel your heart drop. What. You weren't done? A rush of adrenaline rushes through your veins and you freeze when you feel his thick hands spread the globes of your ass cheeks.

"Told you, 'M gonna fuckin' consume you.", His gruff voice rings out and he runs his finger along your puffy, soaked folds- collecting the slick to lube your ass up. Once your holes wet enough, he slides a thick finger in, and you hear him laugh from how greedily your hole sucks his finger up. "N-not- funny-!" You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you shove your head in the pillow bellow you. It felt like a weird sensation. "Mm lets see if you can take another one.", Before you can react, he sinks in another finger inside of you making you mewl out in response.

He chuckles darkly before sliding in another finger- 3 fingers in total- and you felt like you were going to explode. With a slosh and a pop! he removes his fingers, and you shiver in response. "'Kuna- You don't have to-", "Zip it." You bite your lip when you feel his fat tip make contact with your hole.

Fuck it was too much. Without warning he slowly sinks his length into your tiny hole, shoving your head further into the pillow while you whimpered and moaned wildly. You hear him gasp and he lets a whimper slip out when he's all the way to the hilt.

Your eyes clench shut and your walls spasm around him at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck yeah...that's it..." He breathily grunts out and slowly rocks his hips back and forth to get you used to the feeling. That doesn't last long though. He starts slamming his hips against yours as he holds your head down making you squirm and sob into the pillow.

"Fuckin' brat. Take it without cryin'." He spits out and lands a harsh spank to your ass making your entire body jolt and he palms where he slapped as a silent apology. He leans his entire body weight on top of yours while messily smacking his hips onto yours.

Your moans and cries are muffled and your entire body's tingling from both exhaustion and pleasure. The hand that's not still holding your head down snakes down to your puffy clit and he pinches it making you jolt your hips towards his. Wet sounds and skin slapping against each other filled the room along with his gasps and moans and your muffled screams.

Gripping the back of your hair he pulls your head up and bites your jaw, "'K-kuun-na-! A-Angh!!! P-pleeaaaseee-! O-ooohhhh!! Mfph!!!" Sukuna cut your blabbering off by shoving his fingers in your mouth causing you to make gurgling noises around them. His balls were slapping against your clit while he thrusted with all of his strength into you. "Fuckin' too loud. Be quiet or I'll stop fuckin' ya." At that you mouth clamps around his fingers, and you desperately try to stop yourself from screaming at how good you felt.

"I-I- shit..." He gasps, his throbbing cock twitched inside of you, and he felt his abs and thighs tense up. He was oh so close to coming inside of you. With his assault on your clit and his fingers massaging your slacked jaw mouth you felt the knot in your tummy snap as your eyes rolled back and your walls clamp around his cock. You hear him let out a strangled moan and gasp in your ear as you squirted messily all over his sensitive cock.

"Fuckin- shit-A-angh!" That's the last thing you could hear and the only thing you could feel was his leaky cock filling your ass up before your vision blackened and your body slumped against the pillow.

Sukuna can't move. He stays inside of you unmoving for a while, catching his breath and shaking slightly. Fuck. You were all he could think about, your skin, the way you looked at him, the way you shook, the way your cunt clenched around his flaccid cock. Your stupid smile. Your bratty attitude. How you looked when you were on a job. How you looked when you were at home.

Fuck. Just you. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You.

You consumed him just as much as he consumed you. His head felt dizzy, still inside of you his body slumps softly on top of yours. He doesn't even have any energy to move. Sukuna felt so warm inside it scared him. He wasn't supposed to feel warm. He was supposed to be cold hearted. It scared him how much you made him feel.

Your scent and just you in general overwhelmed his senses making his body erupt in goose bumps and shiver. Maybe consuming each other wasn't so bad.

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opposites attract

in which the jjk men have a s/o with a personality opposite to theirs

featuring; megumi, yuji, sukuna, gojo

©megumislovedoll all rights reserved divs by: @plutism header by: @yu-uji

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actor!sukuna bf texts

ft. ryomen sukuna x reader

content warnings: fluff, sukuna is a sap, jjk manga spoilers, just sukuna being a cutiepie

note: i hope this isn't too ooc??

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𝑹.𝑺, 𝑹. 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙪𝙣-𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

There in the deep forest where Himiko’s mother told you to never go was a stone temple. It was simple in its outward design almost replicating others she had seen previously but the vine growth around the stone made it look divine.

“Wow..” Her voice was a small whisper compared to the other sounds of nature. Stepping closer she noticed more intricate details around the stone, carvings in a language she could barely make out. “Here lay the beloved…”

The air around her changed as she paused in reading. Her eyes darted around to find any source of the change in the wind but found none.

“...of the most damned being of them all.”

Suddenly as if out of nowhere the rain began to pour in droves despite the sky looking clear before. Himiko cursed under her breath and ran back to her house as fast as she could but still could not forget those engraved words.

Who carved them? Who were they about? 

“Gojo-sensei!” It was a few days later and Himiko was forced to leave the temple behind for her tenure at Jujutsu Tech.

“Yes?” The lilt in his voice seeped through.

“I found an old temple when I went home and I was wondering if you could help me find out who it was for?”

“This sounds interesting, do share.”

“It said something about the ‘love of the most damned being of all’, or something like that.” Himiko held air quotes to emphasize her point.

“The most damned? Couldn’t be Noritoshi Kamo.” Gojo rubbed his chin before the right man popped into his mind. “I’ve got it!”

“Well, who is it?” Himiko leaned a bit toward Gojo to make sure she could hear his answer.

“Ryomen Sukuna!” He clapped his hands together like it was a job well done.

“No, it couldn’t be! Remember it said beloved! That monster couldn’t have had anyone that loved him!” Himiko shook her head and headed for the door so she could do some of her independent research.

Gojo let the door close and let out a huff of laughter. His hand raised for a moment and the next he was transported right outside the temple Himiko had described to him. 

So this is it?

He attempted to walk into it only to feel a light invisible force pushing him back. Pushing through it Gojo traveled further into the temple to get a look for himself. He expected to find a tomb or at the very least some signs of burial but instead, all he found were overgrown vines.

This place has to be over a thousand years old.

He floated around for a moment before he finally made his way into the center of the room. In an instant, his mind was transported to a memory from before even his great-grandfather’s birth.

“Who’s there!” Your hand gripped a stick as you swished it wildly around to find some sense of who had shown up. “I said who is there?”

“You trespassed on my land and you’re questioning me, how pathetic.” 

“It wasn’t like I meant to, I can’t see.” You emphasize your point to this stranger by waving a hand in front of your face.

“So you can’t see this.” A swish wind lightly tapped across your chin as you saw a blob with what you assumed to be a fist slow an inch from your face.

“I can see a mass here.” Your hand closed around his wrist as you gently pushed it away. “But I cannot see a more detailed environment.”

“What do you work as a blind girl?” You could hear the loud crunching of leaves around you as you imagined this man circling you like prey.

“Healer’s assistant. Now if you would let me, I would like to return to my work.” An arm stopped you as you tried to walk in a random direction.

“There’s a river right there.” The deadpan in his voice made you blush in embarrassment.

“Apologies sir but I really must be going.”

“Let me escort you.” 

“I’ve already caused you a great deal of trouble.” Sukuna smiled, this woman amused him greatly.

“I want you off my land, it's not personal.” Instead of responding, you nodded your head in thanks as he guided your hands to his arm.

“What’s your name stranger?” Sukuna’s eyes widened for a moment as he tried to think of one quickly.

“Ryomen.” You waited for another name but he only gave you the one.

“What do you work as, Ryomen?” 

I’m a mass murderer.

“A governor’s assistant.” He saw your eyebrows raise as your face conveyed shock.

“I’ve embarrassed myself in front of the governor’s assistant.” You shook your head as you continued to shrink away in embarrassment.

“One of many.” If only you knew the things I could do.

Sukuna stopped abruptly a little while away from where he knew the nearby medicinal hut to be. He did not want your healer to ruin all the fun he planned to have with you.

“Your hut is just ahead.” He pointed with one of his arms but shook his head when he saw you looking in the completely wrong direction. “Right here.” 

Sukuna’s two hands were placed on your shoulders as he turned you slightly in the direction of the healer’s hut. His breath was hot on your neck as you nodded dumbly at his words.

“Thank you Ryomen.” You bowed to where you assumed he would be and said his thanks before slinking away. 

Gojo was brought back almost instantly and he smirked in amusement. 

I was right.

The next day he entered the first-year class where Nobara and Megumi were chatting about something while Himiko doodled and Itadori slept on his desk.

“Itadori!” His voice was playful. Itadori quickly sat up from the desk with some spit drooling down his face.

“Yes, Gojo-sensei?” 

“Would you come with me?” The smile on his face made Megumi shiver as continued conversing with Nobara and ignored whatever shenanigans Gojo was getting himself into. Itadori nodded and followed Gojo out the door into a seemingly innocuous room. Gojo waited for a moment for the door to securely shut before he cracked his neck and smiled a bit more deviously. 

“Can that demon inside you hear me?”

“I wish I couldn’t!” A mouth sprouted on Itadori’s cheek.

“Good!” Gojo clapped his hands together in excitement. “What can you tell me about that blind girl?”

The mouth disappeared in a flash and Itadori was left standing there rubbing the back of his head.

“Sorry Gojo-sensei, he's telling me to leave.”

“Let him out.” Gojo cracked his knuckles. 

“What?”

“Remember what I told you! I can handle him!” He teleported in front of Itadori to poke his cheek while lifting his leg behind him. Itadori nodded slowly as he concentrated on trying to contact Sukuna.

“No.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Itadori looked up at Sukuna on his throne.

“Satoru Gojo is asking for a tale he does not want to hear.”

“What if you told me and I could just tell him!” Itadori kicked some water around.

“A night I get to explore.” Sukuna placed his hand in his palm.

“No killing or harming anything.” 

“Deal.” The bass in his voice unsettled Itadori.

“Now tell me!”

“Her name was…”

“Makoto-sensei, is this correct?” You tilted your bowl lightly in your hands.

“Stupid girl! You added too much saffron!” The bowl was knocked out of your hands as you felt his hands clasp on your shoulders. His hands pushed you against the countertop as you attempted to push him away.

“I put two spoons in like you asked,” you whispered. He huffed and his hands gripped your shoulders tighter as he took you and launched you towards the door.

“Just go pick some more saffron!” He sighed and rubbed the bridge between his nose and his eyes.

I should be grateful. You whispered the mantra in your head over and over. A blind girl with no family, what were my prospects?

Whilst your mind pondered you wandered once again in the same path you had traversed before to the only known saffron patch nearby. By the same river, you had first met Ryomen, the mysterious government man. You knelt at the patch and began picking it slowly only to stop when you heard bustling the leaves nearby.

“Anyone there?” 

“Just me.” You recognized that drawl, Ryomen.

“I’m sorry, am I in your land again?” You let your head fall as you considered the consequences if you had been trespassing. 

“No, just across from it.” He smirked but it quickly fell when he saw your depressed-looking demeanor. “Are you all right?”

As if I give a damn, he thought.

“Yes, thank you.” Sukuna picked up on your clipped tone. Glancing at the low tide of the river he easily crossed it and stood next to you as you continued to pick saffron.

“What happened?” You flinched at how close he was now. His breath was hot on your ear and you practically felt his expansive ego.

“Nothing.” You got up but he quickly grabbed your upper arm. 

“What happened?” His tone was sharp as he over-enunciated each word.

“Makoto-sensei got mad I messed up a recipe, happy?”

“Very.” The gall of this man.

“Now leave me be.” You yanked your arm back which Sukuna let you do as you marched back to the healing hut you called home.

“If you need a place to stay you know where to go!” You shook your head at his words and walked faster away from him.

“Where have you been?” Makato shoved a bowl into your hands as soon as you stepped through the doors.

Has life always been this mediocre? With Ryomen not making special appearances in your life, your days have become so formulaic, so tedious, and so boring. Get this, mix that, show me your mixture, restart, over and over.

In truth, you did not know until you longer had him that Ryomen added spice to your otherwise boring life. He had ruined your sense of day and now you demanded an excitement that never came. Maybe that was why you found yourself on that same path with a single bag in hand. 

“Finally made your choice?” You flinched as you had always done with his sudden appearance.

“If you’ll have me, Ryomen.” You bowed your head slightly in gratitude.

“Then it’s best you acquaint yourself with who I am.” You stared somewhat confusingly at his blob-like figure as he began walking further down the path.

“I know who you are. You’re Ryomen, you work for the government as a governor’s assistant, and you have a home down the road.”

“Wrong. Uraume can explain it all to you.” With a wave of his hand, you unknowingly arrived at his estate, or maybe palace? “Show her to her room.”

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion at his tone changing instantly to one of authority and intimidation. 

“Follow me.”

“Who are you?”

“That is not important right now.” Someone grasped your hand and began pulling you into a new building with a cold floor. You hissed at the sudden change in ground temperature but still followed diligently to the person holding your wrist. “Here, Lord Sukuna will visit you soon.”

Lord Sukuna? Where do I remember that name?

“Listen, girl, there are cursed spirits everywhere. Most you can handle by simply running or avoidance but there are a few you must never even come near.” 

“Why?” A younger you let your head hang as you kneeled on the ground and tried to use your hands to grind up some spice.

“Because they’ll kill you with no remorse.”

“Do we know who any of them are?” Your face screwed up in concentration as you tried your best to grind the stone tool harder into the bowl.

“Only one you should be worried about. Ryomen Sukuna.” Makato adjusted your grip on the stone tool.

“Su-ku-na.” You tested the name on your tongue

“Quiet girl you might summon him.” He lightly slapped your hand.

“Sorry.”

Fuck. 

Just as you made the realization you rushed to the door it was locked. You yanked and banged on the door only to collapse against it in frustration. 

“Please, please.” Your sobs quieted down as you tried thinking of more escape plans. The window? No, I could break an ankle. Hide? No. The long game? Who knows how many days I have?

“What are you thinking about?” You stilled at the sound of that voice, you were sure he teleported.

“Yo- You’re a monster!” 

“Am I?” The lilt in his tone lets you know quickly how much he enjoyed your sobbing.

“You’re enjoying this?” You stepped forward to his figure, illuminated by the window. “You take pleasure in my sadness? What does that say about how pathetic you are?”

“Choose your next words wisely.” His figure got closer as you continued with your tone.

“What kind of man are you?” Your chest made contact with his as you tilted your head upward and glared.

“I’m not a man, according to you I’m a monster.” He leered at you.

“I want to leave.” Your tone was firm despite the reality that your whole body was shaking.

“Scared are you?”

“Never.” You huffed and he laughed at your determined face.

“Accept your fate, they all do eventually.” He moved to leave out of the room door.

“So I’m just another girl. Just another thing for you to toy with then?” You yelled still staring at where he once stood.

“Yes.” The door slammed abruptly leaving you alone. Truthfully, had you been a tad smarter maybe this whole ordeal could have been avoided but your imaginative mind inhibited that.

“Then what happened?” Itadori had now sat cross-legged, enraptured by the tale like it was a soap opera.

“I grow tired, go tell that Gojo.” With a wave of his hand, Itadori traveled back to the present when not a single second had passed.

“Well?” Gojo leaned closer in anticipation and listened intently to Itadori’s recount. “Then what?”

“I don’t know. He kicked me out before he could continue.” Itadori rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

“No worries, I know just where to get the perfect information!” Gojo disappeared the next moment leaving Itadori to continue with his day.

“Hey, what did Gojo-sensei want to talk to you about?” Himiko paused in her sketching to look up at Itadori entering the classroom.

“Not a word.” Sukuna’s voice growled in his mind.

“Nothing to worry about.” He tried his best to play off the lie but Himiko saw straight through it.

“Does it have anything to do with Sukuna?” Megumi and Nobara ceased talking as they turned toward the other two in the room.

“N-No.” 

“You’re a horrible liar.” Megumi stared with a deadpan over at Itadori. 

“I can’t say.” Itadori avoided eye contact with everyone.

“Why can’t you-” Himiko grabbed his wrist only to be transported to another realm.

She looked around dazed at the bones and flesh that lined the domain. She shuddered for a moment before spotting a lone man with strange markings on his face sitting on a mound of bones.

“Where am I?” The man laughed and instantly Himiko knew where she was.

Sukuna’s domain.

“You are fast. Say what’s your name mortal?”

“Like I’d tell you.” The snark in the voice reminded him of something similar he heard eons ago.

“I can kill you where you stand.”

“Himiko.” She huffed and moved to observe more of the domain with caution.

“Surname?” 

“L/N.” 

Would you look at that? Sukuna smirked at the fates playing a strange game with him.

“I knew a woman long ago with that same name. Just like you, same attitude.” His mind unconsciously went back to the past.

“I’m not wearing that!” Your deft hands glided over the fine silk before pushing it away.

“Lord Sukuna insisted!” The servant pushed it directly onto you until you were forced to hold it.

“It’s too expensive! I’ll just wear my clothes!” You dropped the silk garment to the ground and rushed away from where you assumed the servant was.

“Please!” The desperation in the servant’s voice made you sigh.

“Could you help me put it on?”

“Yes, thank you.” After a few moments, the new clothes were on and they felt soft against your skin, softer than anything you had otherwise experienced before. You felt the servant’s hands glide over your face applying and messing with your hair and face. Subconsciously you began to fidget with your own hands and felt their coarseness of them. It felt as though you were very being, what you had been raised to do was at odds with where you were now. “You are ready now.”

Those same hands lifted you from where you were pushed to be seated and brought you directly into another room. This room was significantly colder and from what you make out with your eyes it was yellow.

Gold. 

You walked over to the yellow failing to see the many people already in the room and ran your hands around it. It was colder than the atmosphere of the room and anywhere you slid your hand the coldness remained.

“Entertained?” You stiffened at Sukuna’s voice.

“This entire room is filled with..gold.” You paused in awe as you looked left and right and saw immense blobs of yellow everywhere. 

“And here I thought you were blind.” 

“Only partially. I can still see colors and figures faintly.” You continued to trace your hand on the gold, in awe.

“Leave.” You halted and tried to move toward where you were previously only for an arm to stop you. “Not you.” 

How does he move like that?

After some shuffling the doors closed with a bang leaving you alone in his ornate room alone with a mass murderer. 

“You know I thought it would be harder to break you but it seems you’re just like the rest.” A hand grazed your cheek and you flinched away in shock.

“I want to go home.” There was no response, the tan-colored blotch blocking everything from your vision moved to somewhere unknown. “I serve no purpose here. I just need to go home.”

“You have no home. Your family abandoned you, don’t you remember? That’s why you stay with that healer.”

“He was nicer than you at least.” You spat in rage at the memory of your family dropping you off at Makato’s house.

“Not likely.” A strand of your hair fell from the bun it was placed in and fell on your forehead. It tickled but when you tried to move it a hand grazed your ear and pulled it back.

“You’ve killed people.”

“This again.” You felt a large huff on your neck before some loud steps back toward the center of the room. “Where was this sentiment after I died?”

“What?” That’s wrong, he’s a cursed spirit. “You’re a spirit.” Your hand pointed in front of you to where you assumed he was. “You were born from hatred.”

“I was reborn into a spirit.” Sukuna laughed gravely as he remembered his past life. 

“Did you choose this?” Your curiosity overpowered your fear.

“Would it horrify you if I said yes?” Sukuna walked over to you, he wondered for a moment if you had seen his true form. “I chose a life with four arms and two faces, where I would be persecuted for simply being by the same people who killed me the first time.”

“You want revenge? Why? Why would you want revenge when you could be at rest in the afterlife?” The adrenaline coursing through your veins felt like fire now as you heard your heart beating in your ears.

“And let them bask in the glory of my death? Never.” Sukuna reached out and grasped your chin firmly, jutting it upward. Your heartbeat quickened in that instant.

“You truly are pathetic then.” A smirk graced your face as he looked down, quizzically, at your smug face. 

“You are stupid.” He let go of your chin harshly. “I could kill you, I could rip you apart limb from limb.” 

There was a long pause that left you reeling in the shock that any moment he could relieve your body of your head. Ryomen Sukuna is the most dangerous cursed spirit out there, he kills entire clans for sport. Tales of his conquests are spread through Japan as people fear the very thought of him being in the vicinity. He is known to have a short temper and an even shorter attention span.

So why hasn’t he killed me?

“But you haven’t.” There was a determined look on your face as his footsteps halted.

“I haven’t.” Sukuna turned back around and stared at you for a long moment. 

What was different about you? What is it?

He has shown you mercy he never has shown to anyone else. So what was different?

“Ryomen you have to get up!”

The soft sound of his mother’s voice made him wince at that very moment. It pained him to even think about her, to think how it all came to an end just like the rest of his family. Their screams haunted him like a shadow always looming over him. In his state, he had failed to hear the soft footsteps you made as you walked over to him.

“Give me your hand.” The command was soft and he looked down in semi-shock at your tone. He obliged almost instantly, wondering what exactly you were going to do. In the next moment, he watched as you traced some hard indentation in his hands, going back and forth, humming a nursery rhyme quietly.

“Where’d you learn that?”

“Believe it or not Makato was not always single, he had a wife. They couldn’t have children so they accepted me. She used to sing it to me all the time when I was scared.”

“She died?” You laughed a little at his bluntness.

“Yes, she was executed after helping an outlawed sorcerer I believe. I don’t know the details. What was your other life like?” Sukuna laughed as he recalled his horrid memories of being a human.

“My family was peasants, we were farmers but we were happy.” He paused. “Sorcerers killed them after I went rogue.”

“Oh.” The tracing ceased.

“Does that change your opinion of me?” He leered at you with a smirk.

“You’re just a man with a complicated past.” You gripped his hand a little tighter.

“I guess I am.” Ryomen Sukuna smiled down at you.

“Can I go back now?”

“Promise me one thing. Show the kid your lineage.” Sukuna smirked from his throne.

“Ok.” Himiko nodded dumbly, failing to make the connection to his earlier statement. In the next moment, she was transported back to the present where she dropped Itaodri’s arm.

“Are you ok?” Itadori waved his hand in front of your face multiple times.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need to show you something.” Himiko jerked her head towards the door, careful not to directly touch Itadori again. They both rushed from the room, leaving Megumi and Nobara, to head to the dorms. 

“Why are we here?” 

“That demon thing inside you asked me to show you something all right?”

“And you’re listening to him!” Itadori yelled, exasperated. Himiko shook her head and continued with little to no care over his antics.

“Just look at this.” She unfurled her patrilineal lineage chart which featured hosts of talented sorcerers alike for centuries. Waiting for a moment she watched as Itadori’s eyes flitted all around the map till they stopped at the very top, the origin.

“Who’s that?” Itadori pointed with his index at the couple at the very top.

“My ancestors, Himiko L/N whom I was named after, and her husband.”

Sukuna laughed cruelly at the tapestry, weathered and worn over time. He tried to reason that the names on there were fake, muddled, or something there other. No matter the multitude of tries he made, this simply made no sense to him. Leaving the great Ryomen Sukuna with a simple,

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

“You annoy me, you know that?” You slapped Sukuna's hand away again as you continued to try and observe nature. Your head lent back against the wall of the estate and your ears on the prowl for the sounds of nature, you so desire to hear if not for the man next to you.

“That’s the intention.” Once more one of his hands caressed your cheek but this time you did not push him away. You learned your face into his hold, his palm was calloused like yours from years of labor.

“Lord Sukuna, there is another Lord to see you here today.” He turned to see a very frightened servant standing there with her eyes looking down. 

“His name?”

“Lord L/N.” You perked at the mention of your last name while Sukuna whizzed back around to look back at you. 

“You know him?” His hand fell from your face.

“My father.” You huffed and threw the shawl you had on you on the ground.

“Should I kill him?” Sukuna teased, though there was a slight tone of truth in his voice.

“No, do as you normally would.” You sighed and pushed some hairs aside.

“That’s for me to decide.” Sukuna began to retreat into the estate when you called after him.

“Promise me!” He turned. “Vow to me you won’t kill him.”

“Fine.” Sukuna bristled and made his way into the stone hallway, glaring at nearly anyone who dared make eye contact with him. It had been a few months since the incident in the throne room and it was becoming more noticeable the hold you had over him. Word had gotten over the land of a seemingly innocuous girl taming the Lord Sukuna.

How wrong they are.

“Lord Sukuna.” The delegates bowed to him as well as nearly anyone in the room out of sheer respect. Sukuna wondered for a moment if he could even make the Emperor of Japan bow to him.

“Why have you come?”

“We wish to discuss the matter of marriage with you.” One of the men nearly half his height approached. Sukuna huffed in laughter but seeing as how they looked serious he then began to double over in laughter.

As soon as Sukuna left you raced to a hiding spot you discovered near the top of the throne room. You held a hand behind your palm at the ridiculous proclamation, trying to prevent laughter. When the hilariousness of the situation subsided you dropped your hand into the other, subconsciously rubbing the ring finger.

What would I look like married? Bonded to another being? 

For a moment you tried imaging your wedding day, clad in all your bridal garb. No family behind you but interlocking hands with your husband nonetheless. You would never marry a proud man or a man who thinks himself to be above labor. A man with coarse hands. Your mind recalled that singular moment just minutes ago with Sukuna, with one of his hands caressing your face. Captured in that very same reverie you had not noticed a commotion down below until a loud screech echoed off the gold walls. 

“Leave before it’s more of you that perish.” The deadly tone in Sukuna’s voice made you shiver. 

I should be used to it by now but I don’t think anyone could be used to him.

“Your time will come, Ryomen Sukuna!” You recognize that man’s voice, it sounds like your father-

“I made a vow to never kill you.” Sukuna held him by the neck, from your vantage point you could only hear his choking sounds. “But I never said someone else couldn’t.”

There was a loud bang as your father fell to the ground in a heap, covered by all of his ceremonial clothing. Uraume quickly took a knife and plunged into your father’s heart as he screamed for help. He looked up for a God but only found you sitting helplessly on the balcony, it took him a moment to make the connection as he bled out. 

“Help me, child!” Your eyes widened at his call towards you but you did not stir even a bit. 

This was his karma, you thought sardonically. Dying at the feet of a cursed being looking up at the child he abandoned. 

“What are you doing here?” A hand yanked you upward towards where the door to the balcony was. The voice of Sukuna was easy to place but his tone had changed drastically from before.

“What did you do? You vowed to me!” You pushed at his chest, and as expected he did not move an inch.

“I didn’t kill him!” He growled directly at you, bringing your faces closer together.

“You let someone else do your dirty work!” You pushed off of him and turned away, not walking away just yet.

“I found a loophole.” Sukuna was as playful as ever.

“Just go.” Your voice was weak as you let your head fall into your palms. After a few moments you heard no loud stomps or scuffles away so you yelled again. “Go!”

Sukuna looked at you momentarily and finally understood the feeling in his chest, the feeling that after so many decades of living was so foreign to him. It was not admiration or even kindness, no it was love. He loved you.

“No.” He defaulted into his usual arrogance because he simply did not know what else to respond with. 

“Listen to me for once and go!” You were screeching now.

“No, I’m not leaving.” Sukuna stepped forward with a face of humility and reached his hand forward to you. Instead of brushing him off just as he had foreseen, you leaned into his touch as you had done before. There was a silence between you that was comfortable enough but it was quickly broken by your sobbing.

“I want to give myself to you but I can’t. I can’t give myself to a spineless man.”

He was stunned into silence.

“What? What is it?” Itadori said out loud.

“Did he say something?” Himiko loosened the map and stepped closer to Itadori. 

“Nothing.”

“Tell her to grab your arm.” Sukuna had a trick up his sleeve.

“I’m not telling her to do that!” Itadori again failed to say it subconsciously and yelled it out loud.

“Come on, tell me!” Himiko pushed his shoulder but as soon as her hand made contact with his shoulder she was brought back to a familiar domain. 

“Good you’re back.” Sukuna expertly descended from his throne towards Himiko who took a fighting stance. “If I wanted to kill you I would have done it already.”

“Then why am I here?” She growled and still had her fists raised.

“I made a vow.” In the next moment, he moved and caught her forearm bringing her into a foreign memory, one from hundreds of years ago.

It was early in the morning when you were sitting by the estate near a stream of water you heard a branch break nearby. This was especially strange as those who ever got within the vicinity of Sukuna’s estate were already handled before they got this close.

“Who's there?” You held a branch ready to strike whomever.

“Help,” You lowered the branch only to raise it again when something ran up and clutched your legs. Only it did not bite or attack you; instead, the creature rubbed its face into your silk garb.

“Who are you?”

“I’m lost, I don't know where I am.” The terrified voice of a young boy had made you drop the stick and yell for help. Quickly some servants came to help the boy and you cleaned up from the excursion.

“Let’s get you up to my room.” The walk was slow as you tried to maintain the boy’s pace though it was slow and fatiguing. You could hear the servants whispering about his condition, praying he was deaf to it all.

“Where’s your family?” You grabbed his hand to try and warm him up.

“They left.”

“Well maybe we can get you back to them, how does that sound?” 

“They told me to stay behind because I didn’t have cursed energy.” You loosened the grip on his hand and began tracing circles as the heritage of this boy dawned upon you.

“What’s your name?”

“G-Gojo.” Your eyes widened as you stopped tracing circles in his hand. the servants around you paused as well as they all stared at the small boy. Just as you were about to tell them to remain here one ran out into the hall, you tried to stop her but to no avail.

“Hide the boy.” You heard no movement from anyone in the room. “He will kill that boy, we have to hide him.”

“He’ll kill us if we hide him, my lady.” 

“Then give him to me,” You rushed out already trying to formulate an escape plan. No one moved to help you but Gojo did run toward you and away from everyone in the room. “Come on, we have to go.”

“What’s going to happen?” Gojo muttered while trying to put back on his rotted shoes.

“Nothing,” You whispered. The walk outside the room was tense as you tugged on Gojo’s hand to try and get him to keep up. He stumbled slightly but made no complaint towards you as you tried to recall the path out.

“You would betray me?” You halted at the voice, afraid they may very well kill both of you where you stand.

“Stay behind me.” You pushed the young boy behind your legs as you turned towards Sukuna. 

“You would betray me for a sorcerer? A Gojo?”

“He’s just a boy!” You backed up a step with Gojo moving in sync behind you. “They left him behind because he doesn’t have any cursed energy. He’s normal, not a sorcerer.”

You stumbled over your words throughout speaking and kept clutching Gojo’s hands tighter till you were sure you might have cut off his circulation. You trembled in fright for the first time in a long time before Sukuna, afraid of the possibility of the death of this boy.

“That doesn’t change anything.”

“You already killed my father, don't take him from me!” His stomps halted and you were crying again now. 

“You forgave me then you can do it again.” In an instant, you were launched forward as you heard a gut-wrenching scream behind you. You rushed to get back to where you previously were but when your hands reached the floor you felt something sticky. Holding it up to your eyes you saw red splotches where your hands should be.

“No! No!” You rushed forward not caring how the blood on the ground tainted the clothes on your body or the skin on your limbs. Sukuna dropped his body once he could feel the last beat of his heart sound in his premature chest. There was a thought that if he did regret his actions but the answer remained the same; given the chance, any sorcerer would have killed him.

“It’s done.” He tried to pull you from the ground and the young Gojo’s body but you hit him off. 

“You’re a monster. I curse you,” You ground out as you tried desperately to process the scared boy you knew moments ago passed into the afterlife.

“I am already cursed.” This time he did not care for your petulant slaps and hoisted you up, dragging you to where your chambers were. 

There was a certain numbness that settled into you, like a cannon through the chest. In your mind, it hurts to even think so you simply lay there staring straight ahead. The noises you cherished previously fell into the background as you tried to remind yourself why you came here in the first place.

Coming here was my choice, I wanted this. So why do I want to leave so badly? Why do I want to run as far as I can?

The answer was easy to any outsider; the man who enticed you into coming was no longer there. There was never a soft side to Sukuna even though you tried to see it and capture it in your mind. No matter how many days he would sit with you, entertaining you, kissing you, it never counteracted the evil he would commit. It was only now that you saw it in front of your own eyes. 

No one came into your rooms even after days passed, or maybe it was only hours? It was always so quiet, which was something you used to detest but now it comforted you. You tried to sleep but even that was becoming difficult so you opted to just sit by the window. 

The sun was always so nice during this time.

“Thank you for trying.” You heard a voice you had never heard before. A hand on your shoulder alerted you that he was not of this estate but foreign. “But you are a weakness to be exploited.”

“Humor me, what’s your name?” You croaked out, voice still hoarse from lack of use.

“Michizane Sugawara.”

“Interesting name.” This was the end, he was death incarnate, you understood that now. “Would you hold my hand?”

His hand was warm and soft, nothing like Sukuna’s but you closed your eyes and despite great efforts, you imagined it to be the King of Spirits. You imagined it was him holding you this close as you died. For a moment all the questions of where Sukuna was clouded your mind but it was too late. It was instantaneous as duality took hold.

“An eye for an eye,” Sugawara whispered, your blood coating his hand.