#sukuna x yn

[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. 

[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.

[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.

ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! ❀ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! ❀ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! ❀ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! ❀ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!

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."

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

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

[imwritingforfun]

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?”

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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?”

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「 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)

A/N: I will be posting these randomly as I polish these work of mine. If you want to be tagged in this series, comment down y'all get to be tagged. Sending lots of luv, to my faes! GFORM FOR TAGGING/MENTIONS: [click here]

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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.

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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.

[megumislovedoll]

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

[saerotonins]

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??

[imwritingforfun]

Grr

A little spoiler for you 🦙

My head started to hurt half way 🥲

So I'mma do maki, yuta and gojo's next maybe mai

Yes this is the sukuna x gn reader smau

[gav-san]

I won't get around to this JJK story so I'll post my idea here. Totally a rip-off of some ideas from Twilight Poem but we're here for a good time, not making high art.

Twins, one born with celestial energy, and the other twin born without anything. The celestial twin is favored in the clan until in a terrible accident a cursed spirit manages to infiltrate their clan and steals her eyes, said to hold power beyond compare.

The celestial twin is turned on, and when she and her twin discover that they can utilize cursed spirit energy together, they send the other off to become a sorcerer and find the missing eyes.

The celestial twin is mistreated by the clan and secreted into a temple where no curse can harm a human but can gain strength.

The celestial twin meets a sorcerer named Sukuna, who becomes entranced by the divine power left in her body. He returns often and eventually manages to woo the girl, especially after she heard that her entire clan has tragically died in a terrible fire caused by a rogue curse.

He takes the celestial being in as his bride but makes her promise to never touch him, and to never trust anyone but him. His assistant, Urame, often advises the lady on how to attend to her Lord husband and tells her that the Lord Sukuna cannot touch her until he has 'prepared himself' for her.

Meanwhile, the sister returns to the Clan, having become a powerful sorcerer but discovers the terrible King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna has destroyed her clan and stolen her sister in an attempt to gain immortality.

In a tomb, she discovers the secret manuscripts of Celestial Spirits, and how curses can use them to gain power. They may be killed to gain immense, godlike power, or if they fall in love, procreate and reach ascendance, they may ascend to the celestial realm and become gods.

The sister is able to reduce her spiritual power and sneak into Sukuna's temple, where she returns the eyes to her Celestial sister and tries to tell her the truth and get her to run away with her. But the sister is in love with her husband already, and so the sister forces her to take her eyes, telling her that her husband is a cursed spirit, killed their family, and is planning on killing her. This use of curse power gets the attention of Urame.

Urame has witnessed the interaction, but believing it better for Sukuna to kill the celestial being and take her power, decides to let her see Sukuna from afar. She witnesses him as he holds court with the other feudal lord, and realizes that he is indeed a monstrous cursed spirit and not just a sorcerer who could use them.

In despair, Urame leads her to Sukuna's throne room, where the bodies of countless are stacked to create Sukuna's throne. The Celestial Twin has a breakdown.

Knowing that she'll never escape, unable to live with herself causing the deaths of her family, and being unaware of Sukuna's true nature, she ends her life.

Her sister manages to take the body and burn it, so no other can use the power within. She also ends up unlocking immense power and helps contrive a plot to take down the King of Curses.

...

1,000 years later, two twins are born into a powerful clan. One is born with celestial energy, and the other twin is born without anything. They both work at their alma mater, Jujitsu High, only to stumble upon a young man who decided to eat a certain finger.