#they are ignoring what is making sukuna such a king right now in the fight: he takes an L but recovers from it too like gojo

[rmorde]

I try to be as objective and unbiased as possible while watching stans go at each other in the fan war that is Gojover vs Fraudkuna. However, there is one camp that is just a different kind of breed.

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In Every Life (AMAB Ver.)

In which Sukuna falls in love with the Reader without realizing it.

Word Count: 5, 466 of slow burn. ⚠️Content Warnings⚠️: True Form Sukuna, Heian Era, Sukuna fluff, soft Sukuna, mentioned cannibalism, slight angst, Sunshine AMAB!Reader but gender neutral expressions used, Reader is not a sorcerer and is implied to be the only non-sorcerer of her village. THIS IS NOT BETA'D and I am very tired while editing this. SO! If you spot any mistakes, esp. around the parts lmao, since I made two ver. of this, pls tell me! Minors and ppl not okay with anything sexual pls DNI and have a nice day 👍🏽 AFAB!Reader (with gender-neutral pronouns) here

⚠️Further Content Warnings⚠️: Virgin!Sukuna, Sub!Sukuna, Reader and Sukuna both switch from gentle doms to subs, size difference, soft & fluffy sex, very messy sex, Reader makes out with the tummy mouth, anal, cock worship, Reader makes out with tummy mouth, lots of fluids in general, lots of mouths, consensual blood drinking, this is getting worse the more I write lmao.

You were happy you managed to catch the attention of the King of Curses.

Sure, you didn't exactly know how you did it. You weren't strong, or exceptionally beautiful like the sons and daughters offered to him. You weren't even that smart!

You were clueless, as a matter of fact!

So clueless that, nearly two weeks ago, you gave the strange looking man with four arms a warm meal and a place to stay for the night - since it didn't seem like the storm would let up any time soon. He was pretty much shunned by the rest of the village upon his arrival…probably due to the overwhelming energy that sent people into fight or flight…but he was just born different!

Probably.

"What's your name, Mister?"

"…"

You quickly learned that he didn't speak much, and he does not like to be looked at. Only watching as you go about your day - trying your best to navigate through the judgement and, frankly, abuse of the other villagers; ever as judgemental about you as they were likely to talk down on you, spread rumors and try to take advantage of your endless kindness. Not that it worked, though - and for that, everyone pretty much hated you. Despite his silence, your visitor was the only one that seemed to regard you without any ounce of hatred.

Then, one day…

"Why do you entertain them?"

"Ah!" You visibly jumped at that moment - up until now you were certain he couldn't speak. His voice was lovely baritone, but held a quiet authority - much like him…and a very clear evil but you wouldn't dwell too much on that. "M-me? Oh…of course, me…"

"U-um…I'm not entirely sure, actually. I don't like them, b-but…" Those sharp, piercing eyes are distant, scanning the forest as you tried to think of a reason. "I-I guess they're my neighbors. Friends? No. But it wouldn't be right to just outright ignore them."

"Hmph, of course…" He scoffs, and rolls his eyes. "You people and your morals…"

"Do you not have friends?"

"No."

"Oh…" Your shoulders slump slightly. "Then, consider me your first friend!"

"No."

"Oh…"

When you visibly deflate, he laughs lightly, shaking his head as if he's heard something utterly ridiculous. "Why does that bother you? You hardly know me. I could be a mass murderer for all you know."

"Because you…you're…" You think for a while, before finding the right words. "One of the most unique people I've ever had the blessing of meeting."

His eyes finally land on you. "Blessing, huh?"

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Eventually, the villagers turned violent towards you and your guest, but you did your best to keep him safe - urging him to leave, quickly. It was that day, when you were nearly beaten to death, that you learned the strange man's name.

"Die, you peasant!" There was something in the way these villagers attacked. A strange energy that made it hurt all the more. You were bloodied, bruised and beaten to the point you couldn't even find the strength to scream. A blade was pointed to your throat. "Any last words?"

Despite yourself, you manage to spit at him.

"I didn't think you had it in you." That familiar low voice, low and uninterested, sounds from behind you both. Then, before your very eyes, everyone was somehow cut to pieces. No screams, or cries…just the sounds of flesh and bone being cut apart. You were probably hallucinating...

You see your guest walk beside you - the gore, guts and limbs not affecting him in the slightest.

"Ah, you're okay…" His eyes land on you again. "B-be careful…t-there's an invisible…invisible something that's cutting people up…"

He scoffs. "And if I told you that was me?"

"What."

"Tsk." He promptly grabs you and, without you even realizing, your wounds begin healing, closing up, and suddenly you're more aware than you were a while ago. Then, with the flick of his wrist, the bodies get further chopped apart. The gears in your head start to turn and your eyes widen. "O-oh…"

"Go on, then. Go ahead." He grabs your face, forcing you to look at the disembodied people and the growing river of blood. "Run."

"No. No…" Your breathing steadies, and you relax into his hold. He must sense it with the way his whole body tenses for a moment. "Not from you."

In the silence, you can practically hear him thinking as he gets up. And when he made no move, you realized he was waiting for you. So you got up too, wordlessly, and began to follow him. After a while of silence, he graces you with his voice again - quiet, almost…soft.

"My name is irrelevant…but people call me Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses."

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And that was the start of your new life, as a servant of the King of Curses.

It…wasn't so bad! Sure, you could be killed any day, like a few of the other servants and many of the courtesans, but you also didn't do much! And, best of all, no more of those abusive neighbors! Your days were mainly spent helping the head servant - the attractive one with white hair and a pink splotch - do things for the king, for only up to four hours. Four hours! Then you'd spend the rest of the day doing whatever!

This was not one of those days, however.

Today, you were cleaning the Lord's study, in his chambers, along with the attractive head servant. There were...a strangely high number of Dokudami paintings...

"The Lord seems to have an obsession with this herb. Does he like it?"

"That's an interesting observation. Though you're mistaken. It's more the symbolism of this plant."

"And…that would be?"

"Its flowers are delicate, pure. The plant itself is medicinal against many illnesses - it's endlessly helpful. Kind. But it grows everywhere, even in the places not many grow. A surprising resilience despite it's 'delicate' nature." The head servant explains, and you can hear the tinge of amusement in their voice. "Remind you of anyone?"

"Uh…no? No one comes to mind…"

They simply snort at that.

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The first time you were called to his chambers, you thought you were going to die. Actually, everyone thought you were going to die. They were all giddy at the thought. You didn't expect to just sit there in silence while he practiced his calligraphy.

"I can hear you thinking. Speak."

You fidget around a little, before getting the words out. "I've always been meaning to ask…why…why me, my Lord?"

He clicks his tongue. "You dare question my choices?"

"N-no! Only…I'm curious."

Sukuna is silent for a while, hand perfectly still as he thinks, before eventually speaking.

"You calm me." He sighs as his brush continues to move. "Somehow, every time, you calm me."

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The courtesans could see you from outside, and you could practically feel them glaring daggers at you - endlessly furious and envious that you could be that close to the Lord.

"My Lord, you…never seem to show interest in your courtesans. Have they, I mean…" You weren't sure how to word it without coming off as too brash.

"Of course they try to bed me. They always do. Don't even try to hide that they're doing it to gain a semblance of power in my estate. The last two were just…" He waves his hand dismissively, tone making it abundantly clear he wasn't happy with the memory. "Had her head cut off and the second had his limbs strewn on the floor."

You feel his gaze on you, scowl evident in even his voice. "Why do you ask me about this?"

"It's just…you have so many, I thought, well..."

"Tsk. They only want something from me, and they think they can take it freely. From me. Me!"

"Surely not ALL of them…" You fidget a little. "Why would you keep them around if that was? There's…there's so many…"

You can practically hear his smirk. "Because their organs taste GREAT sautéed."

"A-ah…"

He snorts, seeing your discomfort. "Are you afraid of becoming like them?"

"I…hm…" You look up in thought. "Perhaps…"

He lets out a soft laugh. "Then you truly are a fool."

"But…I think, it would be a good sacrifice." You finish the last area, as he goes awfully quiet. "Like an offering to a god. I think…I think I wouldn't mind that."

His presence is more than clear behind you, strong and foreboding. "Do you mean it?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Liar. Everyone says that…" He scoffs. "…but, nobody means it. If given the chance…"

You hear a sound, sharp and strong, much like a blade. A pain blooms from your wrist, and you realize you're bleeding lightly - only a few drops of blood at a time. "They all run."

"No. I wish to stay by your side, my Lord. I have nowhere I'd rather be." When you relax and make no move to run, a big and warm hand engulfs yours.

"You…weren't lying." You feel lips against the wound on your outer wrist, and the swipe of a tongue against it before the wound starts to close. "You fool…"

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Many in the estate didn't like you, jealous of how close you were to the Lord - but it wasn't everyone. Now, it was everyone. Rumors fueling jealousy and malice for the very obvious favoritism.

Taking little nibbles, you didn't want to take more than your share.

The food was beyond AMAZING. However, Sukuna simply scowls as you shyly keep your head bowed and you must feel his gaze harden by the way you flinch under it.

"I apologize. I just…don't want to take more than my share…"

"Do you mean to insult me? This entire meal is yours." He scoffs, grabbing your bowl. He grabs one of the sushi rolls and puts it against your mouth, which is still closed due to your surprise. "Eat. I won't accept this…whatever it is you're doing."

"O-oh, I-…thank you, my Lord." You open your mouth and allow him to feed you. Light blush forming from how good the food is. Yes, that was definitely why. "My compliments to the chef. This is beyond delicious, my Lord…"

And it was true, the sushi, the miso soup, selection of meats, everything tasted DIVINE.

"Compliments taken."

WAIT-

You nearly choke on your food. "I-I apologize…my Lord. I, you…for me???"

"Use your words."

"I mean, ah…" You shake your head, trying to recover from your mind going into overdrive. "You…made this for me?"

"Yes." He says it so plainly.

"What…what for?"

He doesn't answer and, for once, looks unsure. "I…I don't know."

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When you came out of his chambers unscathed the second time, everyone - except for Lord Sukuna himself and his servant - went into a frenzy. The servants were appalled, the courtesans were fuming, and you made sure to steer clear of everyone who now seemed to loathe you. And, soon enough, all your duties were either with the head servant, with Lord Sukuna, or by yourself. Still, you didn't feel safe in the estate anymore.

Then, one night, the head servant came to your quarters, stating that "Lord Sukuna has requested I take you to his chambers."

If you weren't going to die physically, you would die of embarrassment.

Still, you followed the white haired servant to his chambers, entire form trembling as you nearly stumbled over yourself. Sukuna glances you once over, and can't help the snort that escapes his lips. You looked like a newly born fawn with how shaky your legs were.

"My sincerest apologies. I just…nervous…"

"That much is clear. Sit." Something is off and you can tell he's tense. "This probably isn't going to go how you're expecting."

You do as he says, sitting seiza in front of him. Something sharp is pointed to your throat, right where the artery is. Your eyes go wide, but after a little bit, you allow your entire body to relax. If you should die by anyone's hand, it would be his.

"Look at me." He commands and you look up, seeing him holding a spear of sorts. For the first time, you see him - truly see him. His form beautiful, terrifying and divine all at once. Your eyes and body must show your adoration, because he looks away - as if uncomfortable.

He shuts his eyes, and the spear is repeatedly pushed against your neck, as if trying. However, it never follows through. This was so easy for him, and yet…

"My Lord, if I should die today, it would be the greatest honor for it to be by your hand." Your body relaxes, eyes close and you lean into the blade of the spear. Sukuna tenses, and you feel it in his hold. "If it's by your hand, my Lord, I can only die happy."

"Yes. That much you've made clear." You hear him sigh, tired and defeated, as the spear drops to the floor. "To think this is how I'd lose…how pathetic…"

"M…my Lord?"

"Leave."

You see him, frustrated and defeated, and it makes your heart ache to see him like this. Without even realizing it, your hand reaches out and stops just before touching him. "Might I stay for you? Please, I only want…"

His glare nearly has you frozen. "THIS is how you want to celebrate a victory over me?"

"No, my Lord. I only wish to stay by your side and help how I can."

He's quiet, clearly upset. "Do what you will with me. I might as well be worthless like this anyway."

"Never to me, Lord Sukuna." You take his hand in both of yours, and bring your lips to his knuckles but he quickly pulls his hand away.

"What?!" He snarls. "What use is your loyalty to someone like me now?"

"You are my Lord, Sukuna. I serve you…" Your eyes meet his, full of longing and concern. "Anything I can do to help you, please let me…"

His eyes briefly glance at your quivering lips, leaning in without realizing before he turns away with a click of his tongue.

"Leave."

And you do as you are told.

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"How is Lord Sukuna?"

Was one of the most frequent questions you'd pester the head servant's ears with. They roll their eyes. "He's not frail, you know. You don't need to worry about him like a mother hen."

"I just…it's been a week since I've seen him! If he doesn't want to see me, that's fine, but…I-I'd at least like to know if he's okay…" You sigh. "And what I did wrong…so I can avoid doing it again!"

"Just give him time to process." The head servant states nonchalantly. "This is new territory for him."

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The silence was…

Awkward, to say the least.

Not a word uttered as he continued to paint those stupid edible weeds in the candle-light. It was already late…

"A-ahem." Your voice breaks slightly when you clear your throat, and you feel his gaze on you. "M-my Lord, if there's nothing else, I shall retire for the night."

"Stay."

What.

"Don't make me repeat myself." Clearly your reaction was evident in your body, and you choke on your words before they even get out.

"That night was my first defeat." He says, as if sensing your question, yet you hear a tired and heavy sigh. "As of now, it's been my only one."

"But…have you been okay, my Lord?"

"Always about me, hm?" He scoffs, and there's tension as his footsteps grow closer. Your eyes meet his, beautiful and terrifying, when his fingers gently tug your chin up - guiding you to look at him. Guiding your body to the mattress as he cages you underneath him. "And why not just claim your victory? I have no right to complain. Isn't that what you meant to do the night you defeated me?"

"What? No! My, Lord, no! I-I'm sorry. It wasn't-I didn't mean-It's not what you think! I could never-" Your hands cover your mouth - shocked at the implication. "Oh Lord Sukuna, I bow to you! Only you! I-I will never, could never, force something like that on you! Not then. Not now…"

"Good. This was getting overwhelming." He sighs and then promptly rolls off you, plopping down to your side. Though your skins were still touching and, for once, Sukuna didn't mind someone this close to him in this way. He was relaxed, as if his worries melted away. You couldn't help the smile that grew. This was the Lord you know - a walking death and calamity, now pacified. You both face each other and he can't help but look away, cracking under the weight of your loving gaze - full of adoration, concern and awe.

Weak.

He was weak.

"Lord Sukuna, may I?" Your hand reaches out to him, stopping just before reaching the wooden part of his face. He was so terribly beautiful.

"Do as you wish." He mumbles, and you gently hold him - even though he doesn't show it, you can feel him tense.

"My Lord, what's wrong?" There it is again, the weight that makes him feel like he's breaking without being broken. "I know you don't need it, but I only wish to help in any way I can…"

His mouth opens and closes several times before he's able to finally find the worse. "You've broken me. Made me weak…and I can't even curse you, or wish we'd never met because I'd be lying."

You chuckle. "My Lord is far from weak."

"Yet I am powerless against you." His four eyes bore into you, in them a mix of desperation and longing, as you gently stroke the wooden part of his face. Finally, he closes his eyes, relaxing against you. "And I never thought defeat could feel like this…"

"Is it pleasant, my Lord?"

"It is…" You feel his fingers tracing along your collarbone, up to your jawline and you feel something wet licking your skin as his hand rests on your throat. A mouth on his hand, gently licking and suckling on the sensitive parts of your neck. "…but only if it's you."

"Lord Sukuna…" Despite everything, you feel he's still tense. "You're tense. Would you like me to…?"

"Yes. I meant to bed you tonight, but this…it's…" He sighs. "Overwhelming. I'm not clueless, but something about you makes it all…too much…"

"Then let me lead, my Lord." You gently push him down, and he lets you - following you as you guide him. His hand takes hold of your chin, pulling you in so your lips meet his. His kiss was tentative and unsure, or perhaps more accurately, scared. Scared of every feeling that threatened to overthrow him. You eagerly massaged your lips against his nonetheless. "Please…allow me to worship you tonight, Lord Sukuna."

His breaths become heavier when you straddle him, gently undoing his kimono while he easily rips your clothes to shreds with a flick of a wrist. Your lips mark his skin gently. Moving down to worship his mouth, jaw, his shoulders, both chests and finally to the mouth on his stomach - who was breathing just as heavy. Sukuna tenses when you take his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it and explore the much bigger one with your smaller tongue.

When you pull away, there's a small pool of saliva where the stomach mouth lay open and plenty on you where the mouth-hands had left their marks on your skin. Both his cocks, beautiful, heavy and fat, sat on his stomach where they were already leaking with arousal. Sukuna's breathing turned heavy, and as your hands move to his waist, stopping just before doing anything, you look up at him. "My Lord, if at any time you wish for me to stop, please say so. I will stop without hesitation or question."

"Always about me…" He chuckles and, in a sudden movement, easily manhandles you so your ass is on his stomach-mouth. "No, I do not wish to stop. But if you truly ask for nothing in return, then let me be gracious."

"M-my Lord, ah-" Your eyes roll back when you feel that giant tongue lapping at the rim of your hole, the both of you moaning as he did so.

"Delicious…" A hand finds its way to your length, giving it lazy strokes before a mouth opens up and begins licking you - before taking you in. The heat of his mouth felt absolutely divine. The mouths on his other hands suck hickeys and bite the skin of your neck, while they find the sensitive nubs on your chest and harshly tug at them with teeth and lips, too. You hear a noise that's half-way between a whimper and a moan. "…everything about you…so delicious…"

"That's it, my Lord. I'm yours tonight…" You sigh, mind in bliss as your hands find his cocks. He bucks his hips when you begin to stroke him - slowly, before building to a steady pace. His cocks were thick and fat, heavy and veiny and monstrously beautiful in all the ways that had you nervous to take him. They throbbed eagerly, dare you say even aching for your touch. Bowing down, you take one of his tips into your mouth, careful not to let your teeth get in the way. The way his tip had pulsed and the amount of arousal you had to swallow down, had you moaning and whining happily as you swallowed his cock. Amidst the low growling of his stomach mouth, you hear a noise that's halfway between a whimper and a moan, and feel him buck his hips into your mouth as you lick and suck on him eagerly - tongue, lips and hands feverishly worshipping Sukuna's heavy, monstrous lengths.

The tongue begins to enter you, and you nearly cum on the spot - choking on his cock. Slowly, it reaches deep, deep enough to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. When you continue to moan, Sukuna's hips move on their own - tip fucking your mouth while you drool and stroke him.

You both get lost in pleasure. His large tongue tastes and moves eagerly inside you, practically assaulting that sweet spot as the stomach mouth continues to growl and whine and drool. While you eagerly suck on and stroke his twitching and throbbing lengths and he returns the favor, albeit a little more sloppy.

A guttural moan escapes Sukuna's throat when he releases into your greedy mouth, and you do your best to swallow everything he has to offer while his other cock paints you in white. Drool, precum and his seed still leak out your mouth, though - and you quickly find it's too much. Before you can stop yourself, you release into the mouth sucking you off - ass clamping down on the large tongue inside you as it continues to move inside of you, well past your high. You cum heavy into one of your Lord's many mouths, and it gags on your cock - the sensation making you spurt more into the mouth that greedily tries to swallow everything.

His tip leaves your mouth with a sloppy and wet pop and with a groan, both tongues take one final lick before retracting back. You both are breathing heavy, shaking a little as he repositions you to face him. His hand caresses your face, eyes completely dilated as he makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh.

"Oh, gods, look at you…"

"My Lord, I-" Your eyes widen a little as you struggle a little in his grasp. "Wait-"

"Have you forgotten who you answer to?" He clicks his tongue. "You are in no position to make demands of me."

"I…answer to you, my Lord." You still, realizing what he was asking you. "I'm sorry."

There's a small silence as you look away bashfully. However, when you glance back at him and are met with a frown - there was the sudden realization of an unsaid question waiting to be answered. He hasn't moved at all. Immediately, you explain yourself, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "I-I'm still a bit sensitive, is all…but I-I still want this! Truly, my Lord! I-I want…I want you, still."

Your voice comes out a little higher than you would have liked, but it seemed to quell him nonetheless.

"As am I, but…" He sighs and before he looks away, you capture his lips in a chaste but wet kiss.

"I know." You bite your lip bashfully and your voice comes out soft and sweet in all the ways that make his cocks twitch. "But, I did promise to worship my Lord tonight. I shouldn't make a promise I can't keep."

When your hands begin to stroke him again, slow and gentle, Sukuna practically throws his head back, biting back a low whimper while his stomach mouth shamelessly groaned and panted. He cursed as his hips began to move on their own, muscles tensing as his cocks grew hard again. Yet when your eyes lock he only sees adoration and longing in them as your hands worshipped him diligently. Not the empty lust he saw in everyone else who wanted him this way but could never get close.

"You look incredible like this, my Lord." Your voice comes out raspy and full of longing, and it tears a near animalistic sound from him.

"Enough." He growls, and you immediately stop. "Let me inside you."

"Anything for you." A mix of arousal, anxiousness and excitement overwhelms you as you climb on top of him, positioning yourself so his bottom cockhead kisses the entrance to your ass - readying you as it spurts those large trickles of precum. The both of you share a guttural groan as you sink down on one of his cocks, the free one throbbing delightfully in front of your own length. Sukuna was massive, to say the least, and despite how dripping wet he was your legs were still shaking from the wonderful strain. Although, your gummy insides took him in eagerly while being stretched to their limit.

The initial pain of the stretch was nearly drowned out by how wonderful he felt inside of you - fat and veiny cock completely filling you, dragging deliciously along the inside of your ass. You could feel him his arousal leak inside you, lubricating you plenty, and his length pulsing like a second heartbeat. And when you fully sheathed him inside of you, you both almost lost the ability to think properly.

"S-Sukuna, my Lord…" You'd be embarassed by how shameless you sounded with your Lord now fully inside you, his fat mushroom head leaking on and throbbing against that sweet spot. His hands rested on your hips, keeping your bodies joined with a messy puddle of arousal underneath you both. Sukuna's eyes were rolled back and fluttering slightly while his stomach mouth was open with his massive tongue lolled out, making a noise somewhere between a low growl and a whimper. Seeing him like this nearly sent you off the edge.

"O-ooh, gods…" He groans when he feels you clamp down on him, and a hand pulls your head into a clumsy kiss. You feel his breath turn into full on panting when he tasted himself on you, the hands on your hips now painfully digging into your skin as he begins to thrust up into you - sloppy, slow and languid, as if trying to get even deeper and split you apart. Your free hands, once caressing the wooden part of his face, now move down to stroke his free cock - earning you a low growling from the stomach mouth as it started panting.

"Oh, you feel heavenly, Lord Sukuna…" As if encouraged by your words, his thrusts start to get faster, harder - a steady rhythm beginning to build. "That's it. You're doing so well, my Lord."

"Ngh, ah…" Your Lord made such sweet sounds.

Neither of you were going to last long, it was all too much.

"A-ah, it's so good my Lord…" The pain had long subsided, replaced only with ecstacy. Sukuna's fat and heavy cock dragged along every part of your insides, and the feeling of the warm arousal dripping from his tip and the throbbing of his veiny length had you near screaming into his mouth. Your Lord was completely filling you and leaving no part of you unloved. While your ass, already sloppy and wet with Sukuna's arousal, desperately sucked him in every time you and him moved, only to be rewarded as he thrusted back in and you bounced back down on him, wet velvety insides squeezing him tightly as if never wanting him to leave. Without you even realizing it, your body was unconsciously and sweetly worshipping and loving your god. "I love you, Lord Sukuna!"

Something in Sukuna snaps upon hearing those words, which were otherwise empty - had it come from someone else.

"I want to taste you." He practically whimpers into your mouth as you both pant and continue to knot tongues. The kiss is clumsy, inexperienced, but you were far too lost in love to care - exploring your Lord's mouth eagerly while you struggle to ride his beautiful, monstrous form. The tongues on his mouths sucking, biting and tasting your skin; marking every bit of your body they could. This would hurt, but you didn't care. You only wanted to show your god how much you loved him. "Let me taste you…"

"Yes, my Lord. Anything-" This would hurt, but you didn't care - only wanting to show your god how much you loved him. "Anything you wish of me…"

With the flick of his wrist, there's a sharp pain on your tongue and a metallic taste floods both of your mouths - there's not enough damage to fully cut off your tongue, however, only a cut.

"Swallow me." Sukuna's breath hitches as he continues to kiss you, letting out a noise between a growl and a whimper, and you realize that it wasn't only your blood in both of your mouths. An offering of a devotee to their god, and a god to their devotee. You eagerly swallow each other's blood, moaning into your mouths as you share the messy, bloody kiss.

"Y-yes, keep going my Lord…" You continue to encourage him, as one of his hands moves to take both of your lengths and stroke them together. You and Sukuna both throw your heads back and nearly yell as the mouth on his hand opens up and swallows the both of you - tongue working eagerly on both your tips while your hands work on the shafts. "Cum for me, my Lord. Please…"

His thrusts get faster and harder, and you bounce on him just as fervently. What was once a steady rhythm has now turned sloppy as you both rode each other into your high. Sukuna reaches his orgasm with a choked yell, and you reach yours with a scream - bodies tensing as you both get lost in each other and neither of you stop moving. His warm and thick seed floods your insides, far too copious and spilling over. Your ass spasms and clamps down on him, almost painfully milking and sucking him in, desperately trying and failing to keep his overflowing love inside. The mouth that held both of your cocks greedily tries and fails to swallow all of the overflowing love as you and Sukuna both cum heavy into it.

It feels like forever, but you eventually collapse on top of him - both of you too tired to pull out of either hole. Though the mouth that held both of your cocks still lazily licked up at all the overflow. Minds completely muddled neither of you could think, bodies shaky with the high and tranquility of post-orgasm. There was nothing but the sound of your breathing for a while, before he silently cups your face and you feel the sting on your tongue disappear. With shaky hands, you touch your tongue and find the cut was healed.

"Thank you for sharing your blood with me, my Lord." You bury your face in the crook of his neck. "If I may, might I stay the night?"

"You'll be staying here every night, from now on." Without realizing it, his lips reach your forehead. "And for the rest of eternity, you will never leave my side."

"Yes, my Lord. I swear it." It was one simple, powerful vow that had you staying by his side for the rest of your life…

And made you return to him, in every life after.

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My GAAAHD was this difficult to write. Not the writing part itself, NO. But finding the time for writing. YEEESH. Anyways, have a great day!

[darlingofsatoru]

JJK & CHRISTMAS

⊹ synopsis: Various hcs of Jjk characters at Christmas.

SATORU GOJO

-This man is ecstatic, Christmas is his version of heaven.

-Christmas dates are necessary, he’s gonna go out with you in fuzzy coats, gloves, earmuffs, scarfs and hats with pom-poms on them, even if it’s not snowing.

-Hot drinks are also a necessary (he pays every time, pulls his credit card out quickly just as you’re getting yours out, no amount of convincing or bribing can stop him from doing this every time he can.)

-PRESENTS. This mf is so extra with them, type of man to get you tons of expensive jewellery then giggle and blush like a school girl at a teddy-bear and his favourite chocolate.

-Stops using his infinity just so the snow can fall on him (and ofc so he can throw snowballs at you & vice versa!!)

-VERY over the top with Christmas decorations, that one house that has lights all over their yard, driveway, roof & any place in sight (he floated up to the roof because he nearly fell off a ladder one time and doesn’t want to make you do it for him).

-His sweet tooth is in full swing, that man will be buying any sweets he sees that are even remotely festive, he probably even justifies buying things that barely have any relation by trying to make up a tradition.

-Snowmen will be made if there’s snow, he’s running outside with you even if ur wearing nothing but pajamas, you cannot escape making a snowman with him.

-Overall, he’s Santa but 10x more energetic (and 10x less old !!)

KENTO NANAMI

-Very traditional with Christmas (he isn’t allergic to fun dw!)

-Likes to walk with you around your neighbourhood just to check out Christmas lights whilst holding your hand tightly.

-Speaking of Christmas lights, he’ll have a few up but if you want more he’ll help (don’t go too mad with them though, he’ll sigh pretty loudly.)

-Gentlemen as always, makes sure you’re warm in cold weather.

-Thinks it’s the thought that counts but will put in effort to get a present he believes you’ll like.

-Best believe he’s taking a week or two off to celebrate with you, Jujutsu Tech can’t say shit to stop him.

-Prefers a Christmas where there’s a warm fireplace whilst you cuddle on a sofa with many blankets, probably watching something on tv.

-Overall, boyfriend behaviour to the max, your Christmas is gonna be the best ever.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

-This man doesn’t care for Christmas, let’s be honest.

-The only reason he makes any effort at all is because you want him to but that’s not gonna be tons, he’ll simply acknowledge winter and maybe a tiny thing about Christmas, if you’re lucky.

-Somehow convince him to go ice-skating with you, it’ll be an experience you certainly won’t ever forget.

-Gets into a fight if you make him queue for literally anything to do with Christmas spirit.. That guy just stepped on your foot, what did he expect with the king of curses right there? That he’d ignore it? Of course he wouldn’t, that guy surely wouldn’t mind loosing both of his feet, yeah? Well, Sukuna doesn’t have if he does, now he can’t step on your feet ever again.

-Refuses to watch any Christmas love movies so when you manage to convince him, you either hear disapproving grunts or outright complaints about the protagonist or love interest.

-He’s definitely not one for Christmas at all but a present for his partner is a present that needs to be perfect. He’ll get you whatever you want, might even humour you with wearing a Santa hat for a minute or so in private with you.

-He’s pretty grumpy but he’ll sit around on the counter and occasionally help with cooking Christmas cookies, if he feels like it.

-Throws snowballs with frozen ice inside at random kids and casually walks away.

-Overall, the grinch but one who’d steal all the presents and give them to his partner instead whilst killing those with stupid gifts..

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

-Megumi isn’t very excited but he does enjoy it, the break of this holiday admittedly being his favourite part.

-Not one to put lights up but he’s not gonna deny putting up some decorations inside if you’d like.

-Don’t bring him to a Christmas family gathering please..

-Would willingly ice-skate with you but he’s keeping close to the edge, he doesn’t want you or him falling.

-I can see him liking snow but he does remind you to keep warm every once in a while, sighing as he shrugs off the scarf Gojo had forced onto Megumi and instead placing it around your neck.

“It should still be warm, remember to bring one next time.”

-Keeps his eyes on yours discreetly as you past stores, looking for any interest shown on certain pieces in the window.

-Another one who holds your hand in the cold, it’s just something he’d deem as common sense at this point.

-Brings you to have dinner with his sister and him & it’s super sweet, Tsumiki loves you almost immediately due to the fact you’re his partner and that he’s not alone <3

-Overall, a sweetheart with lightly less effort than some but still sweet anyway.

YUJI ITADORI

-Yuji loves any holiday but Christmas definitely ignites something happy in him even more!

-Probably loves it half for the happiness he/others experience form it and also half because he gets presents..

-What can he say? It’s super cool to unwrap and then see this super cool thing he’d forgotten he realllyyy wanted like a month ago!!

-Down for anything to be honest, you name it and he wants to do it too.

-Making snow-angels is something he NEEDS to do any time it snows.

-Likes to decorate a nice tree inside and leave some lights outside & inside, though they’re actually pretty tame!

-Still does Christmas stockings, you can’t stop him from doing this ever.

-Not even confidently as he pulls the other side of a cracker and it pulls apart immediately.. he gets accused of cheating

-Used to be a massive fan of Christmas dinners at school so he’s definitely attempting and failing to make you one.

-Prefers to sit down and watch a movie together, preferably hugging and warm!!

-Overall, a Christmas not even Sukuna could steal (probably, anyway..)

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|| The King's Gambit ||

🔞 Sukuna x Y/N Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Plot: Sukuna in a human world as a mafia boss so things will surely get steamy . Can you handle it ?

Tags- Breast sucking ,killing, mafia ,lust ,revenge ,sex ,plot , fights , gun , gore, action

NOTE : Hey readers,

I just wanted to drop a quick note to let you know that I’m new to the smut genre. Previously, I’ve been writing action fiction novels on other platforms, and now I’m trying to blend some of that action-packed excitement into my new work here. I hope you enjoy the mix of intense action and steamy scenes!

For the love of all things holy, if you're a minor reading this, stop right now. This content is meant for adults only, and I swear to god, if I find out you're reading this, and complaining and crying about it , I'm gonna beat your ass. Stay safe and read responsibly! Divider Credit : @cafekitsune

The city was like a giant maze of metal and glass, full of dark corners and secrets. In the middle of all this, Sukuna, a feared mafia boss, was in charge. His name alone was enough to scare people, and he had a reputation for being tough and powerful.

Tonight, though, things were going to get interesting.

Y/N loved adventure. Her job as a reporter had taken her to some risky places, and this city was no exception. She had heard rumors about Sukuna, the mysterious mafia leader, and she was curious. Wanting to find out more and hoping for a big story, she followed clues that seemed to lead to where he was.

As Y/N navigated the dimly lit streets, her heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew this was dangerous, but the potential reward was too tempting to ignore.

Sukuna was sitting in his fancy office high up in a skyscraper, far above the busy, dirty streets of the city. The office was decorated with expensive furniture, making it look very different from the rough streets below. He was looking through some reports when one of his guys came in, looking nervous.

"Boss, we found someone snooping around the warehouse area. What should we do?" the man asked, his voice shaking a bit.

Sukuna's expression turned serious. "Who's brave enough to mess around in my area?" "It's a woman, boss. She seems determined, like some sort of journalist," the man replied, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Sukuna's interest was piqued. "Bring her to me. But make sure she's unharmed."

Y/N didn’t expect to be caught so quickly. Suddenly, a few well-dressed but scary-looking men surrounded her. Before she knew it, they grabbed her.

"Let me go!" she demanded, trying to break free.

"The boss wants to see you," one of them told her without any emotion.

They brought her to Sukuna's office. As she was pushed inside, her breath caught in her throat. The man behind the desk was as intimidating as the stories said. His presence filled the room, and his eyes seemed to see right through her.. His penetrating gaze seemed to strip away her defenses, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here ?" Sukuna's voice was smooth as silk, yet laced with a subtle threat. "A journalist, nosing around where she shouldn't be."

Y/N squared her shoulders, meeting Sukuna's intense stare with defiance. "I'm Y/N. And I'm here for a story."

Sukuna leaned back, a small smirk appearing on his face. "A story, is it? You must be quite brave or quite foolish to come here for that."

"Perhaps," Y/N replied, her tone unwavering despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach.

Sukuna's eyes gleamed with amusement. He admired her courage, even as he contemplated the implications of her intrusion. "Very well, Y/N. I'll entertain your request for a story. But know that it comes with a price."

Y/N frowned, her curiosity piqued. "What sort of price are we talking about?"

Sukuna leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "You want a story? Then you'll have to play by my rules. You'll have exclusive access to my world, but in return, you'll owe me a debt—one that I will call upon when the time is right."

Y/N hesitated, weighing the risks against the potential reward. But in the end, her thirst for a groundbreaking story outweighed her apprehension. With a nod, she accepted Sukuna's terms, knowing that delving into his world would be a dangerous game—one where the stakes were higher than she could have ever imagined.

Y/N hesitated. It was a dangerous proposition, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. " Fine. I agree."

Sukuna's smile widened. "Good. Let the games begin."

That night, Y/N was given a room in Sukuna's mansion. It was luxurious, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being a prisoner. She lay in bed, thinking about the man she had just met. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew her in despite the danger.

Meanwhile, Sukuna sat in his study, thinking about Y/N. She was different from anyone he had ever met. Fearless, determined, and undeniably attractive. He was intrigued by her, and that was a feeling he wasn't used to.

The next few days were a whirlwind. Y/N followed Sukuna as he conducted his business. She saw the darker side of his world, but also moments of unexpected kindness. He was a complex man, and the more she learned about him, the more fascinated she became.

One evening, after a particularly tense meeting with a rival gang, Sukuna and Y/N found themselves alone in his office.

"You handled that well," Y/N said, breaking the silence.

Sukuna looked at her, his eyes intense. "You surprise me, Y/N. Most people would be terrified in your position."

"I'm not most people," she replied, meeting his gaze.

Sukuna stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "No, you're not."

There was a charged silence between them. Y/N's heart raced as Sukuna reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

" You should be careful," he murmured, his voice low. "Playing with fire can get you burned."

Y/N's breath hitched. "Maybe I like the heat."

Sukuna's eyes darkened with desire. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N."

"And you're enjoying every minute of it," she shot back.

Sukuna's lips curved into a predatory smile. "Maybe I am."

Over the next few days, the tension between Sukuna and Y/N grew. They were like two magnets, drawn together despite the danger. Sukuna was captivated by Y/N's spirit, and she was drawn to his raw power.

One night, Sukuna took Y/N to a high-end club. It was a place where deals were made and alliances formed. As they entered, all eyes were on them. Y/N felt a thrill of excitement and danger.

They danced, the music pulsing around them. Sukuna's hands were possessive on her waist, and Y/N felt a shiver of anticipation. She looked up at him, their faces inches apart.

"This is your world," she said softly. "But it feels like we're in our own little universe."

Sukuna's grip tightened. "As long as you're with me, you're part of it."

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Then let's make it ours."

Sukuna pulled her closer, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The heat between them was undeniable, and Y/N felt like she was on fire.

Just as they were lost in each other, chaos erupted. Gunshots rang out, and the crowd panicked. Sukuna immediately shielded Y/N, his eyes scanning the room for threats.

"Stay close to me," he ordered, his voice deadly calm.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. They moved through the chaos, Sukuna taking down attackers with ruthless efficiency.

When a man with a gun emerged from the shadows, aiming directly at them, Sukuna's response was lightning-fast. He quickly pushed Y/N behind a pillar for safety, then charged the gunman. As he closed the distance, he ducked under a sloppy shot, rolled forward, and sprang up right in front of the attacker. Using his forearm, he blocked another attempted shot and twisted the gunman's arm sharply, forcing him to drop the weapon. With a swift uppercut, Sukuna knocked the gunman out cold.

Another attacker charged at Sukuna, wielding a knife. Sukuna sidestepped, grabbing the attacker's wrist, and delivered a low kick to the assailant’s knee, destabilizing him. As the man stumbled, Sukuna used his grip on the wrist to flip the attacker over his shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground. The knife skittered across the floor, and Sukuna quickly kicked it into a corner.

Y/N, from behind the pillar, watched Sukuna with a mix of fear and awe. His movements were precise and calculated, his expression focused and unyielding.

More attackers rushed towards Sukuna, but he was ready. He swiftly picked up the dropped gun and switched to defensive stance. He fired several controlled shots, each aimed with deadly precision, incapacitating his assailants one by one. The sharp reports of the gun echoed through the club, overshadowing the chaotic screams around them.

Sukuna’s agility and combat prowess were on full display as he ducked a wild swing from another attacker, countered with a jab to the throat, followed by a knee to the stomach, and a powerful palm strike to the chest that sent the man flying backward.

As the last of the attackers fell, the intensity in Sukuna’s eyes faded slightly. He turned back to Y/N, his posture relaxing as he walked over to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently, his tone shifting from the commanding fierceness of battle to concerned softness.

Y/N nodded, her voice shaky from adrenaline. " Yes, I’m okay, thanks to you. That was… incredible."

Sukuna cracked a small, confident smile. "Glad to hear that. Stay close to me, it’s not over until we’re out of here."

Back at the mansion, Sukuna and Y/N tended to their wounds. The danger they had just faced brought them even closer.

"Sukuna," Y/N said quietly, breaking the silence. "Why did you bring me into your world?"

Sukuna looked at her, his expression unreadable. "At first, it was curiosity. But now... it's more than that."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

Sukuna took a deep breath. "I've never met anyone like you, Y/N. You challenge me, make me feel things I haven't felt in a long time."

Y/N's eyes softened. " I feel the same way, Sukuna. "

He reached out, taking her hand in his. "This is dangerous, you know that, right?"

Y/N nodded. "I don't care. I'm not afraid."

As their conversation simmered with tension, Sukuna's gaze darkened with desire. "You want to play with danger, Y/N?" he murmured huskily, his voice dripping with seduction. Y/N's pulse quickened as she met his gaze head-on. " I'm not afraid to explore every inch of you," she whispered, her words a challenge. Sukuna smirked, his dominant aura filling the room.

"I want to possess every inch of you, Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with desire.

Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her body already craving his touch. "Then take me, Sukuna," she whispered, her voice thick with longing. With a growl, Sukuna claimed her lips in a fierce kiss,

Sukuna's eyes darkened with raw desire as he pinned Y/N against the wall, his body pressed flush against hers. " You're mine, Y/N, " he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. Y/N gasped at the intensity in his gaze, feeling a rush of heat pooling between her legs. "Claim me, Sukuna," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. With a predatory smirk, Sukuna trailed kisses along her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. "I'll make you mine in every way," he vowed, his hands exploring her body with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine .

Sukuna's lips trailed along Y/N's neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her like a predator savoring its prey. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she surrendered to his dominance, her body arching against his with a desperate need. "You're mine, Y/N," Sukuna growled possessively, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "And tonight, I'm going to show you just how much you belong to me." With a hungry moan, Y/N nodded, her desire burning like wildfire

With a wicked grin, Sukuna's fingers trailed down Y/N's body until they reached her throbbing clit. "You like it when I tease you, don't you, Y/N?" he purred, his voice laced with dominance. Y/N whimpered in response, her hips instinctively pressing against his hand, craving more of his touch. "Please, Sukuna," she begged, her voice thick with desire. Sukuna's smirk widened as he circled her clit with expert precision, driving her to the edge of madness with each teasing touch. " You're so beautiful when you're desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Sukuna suddenly stopped, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at Y/N teasingly. "Do you want more, Y/N?" he taunted, his voice dripping with dominance. Y/N's breath hitched as she stared up at him, her body throbbing with need. "Please, Sukuna," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. Sukuna smirked, reveling in her desperation before resuming his ministrations with renewed vigor. "You have to earn it, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Sukuna's smirk widened as he gazed down at Y/N, his dominance radiating from every inch of his being. " If you want more, Y/N, you'll have to show me how much you want it," he teased, his voice thick with desire. Y/N's heart raced at his command, her need for him burning hotter than ever. "I'll show you, Sukuna," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. With a wicked grin, Sukuna leaned back, his cock throbbing with anticipation as Y/N eagerly took him into her mouth, sucking him like she meant it

Sukuna watched with smug satisfaction as Y/N took him into her mouth like a hungry prey, her lips wrapping around him with eager determination. "That's it, Y/N," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "Show me how much you crave me." Y/N moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of ecstasy coursing through Sukuna's body. "You're mine to devour, Y/N," he growled, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements.

Sukuna's eyes widened with surprise as Y/N suddenly deepthroated him, her mouth engulfing him with a hunger that left him breathless. "Fuck, Y/N," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're even more skilled than I thought." Y/N's eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued, her movements relentless as she took him deeper and deeper. "You like that, Sukuna?" she teased, her voice husky with desire. Sukuna could only nod in response, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of her mouth around him

Sukuna's fingers found their way to Y/N's throbbing clit as she deepthroated him, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "You like it when I take control, don't you, Y/N?" he murmured, his voice thick with dominance. Y/N moaned around him, her hips bucking against his hand as she surrendered to his touch. "Yes, Sukuna," she gasped, her voice muffled by his length. Sukuna smirked, relishing in the power he held over her as he continued to pleasure her without mercy

With a primal growl, Sukuna seized control, flipping Y/N onto her back as he positioned himself between her thighs. "You're mine to claim, Y/N," he declared, his voice dripping with dominance. Y/N's breath hitched with anticipation as she felt him enter her, his length filling her like never before. "Yes, Sukuna," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surrender Sukuna's throbbing cock plunged into Y/N's wet pussy, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh, Sukuna," she moaned, her voice a symphony of ecstasy as he pounded her relentlessly. Sukuna's primal growls filled the room as he claimed her as his own, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you, Y/N?" he grunted, his voice thick with desire. Y/N could only nod in response, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion. 

Sukuna's hands eagerly seized Y/N's breasts, and with a swift, decisive motion, he tore apart her top, revealing her pert nipples to his hungry gaze. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as he took her sensitive peaks into his mouth, his lips and tongue working wonders on her flesh, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through her entire being. With each suck and nibble, she felt herself unraveling under his skilled ministrations, her body responding instinctively to his every touch.

"Oh, Sukuna," Y/N moaned, her back arching in pleasure as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensations washing over her. Her fingers clawed at his back, urging him closer as she sought to immerse herself fully in the ecstasy of their shared passion. Sukuna groaned in satisfaction, his hunger for her growing with each passing moment, his dominance radiating from every fiber of his being.

"You're mine, Y/N," Sukuna declared, his voice thick with possessiveness as he claimed her with each fervent kiss and caress. Y/N could do nothing but whimper in response, completely lost in the intensity of their connection.

Sukuna shifted Y/N onto her back, his eyes ablaze with desire. "You ready for more, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. Y/N nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps as she braced herself for his next move.

With a primal grunt, Sukuna thrust into her once again, his cock filling her completely. "Oh god, yes!" Y/N cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy as she surrendered to the pleasure of his powerful thrusts. Sukuna's lips crashed down on hers, his kisses hot and urgent as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

Their bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge. "You feel so good, Y/N," Sukuna moaned, his voice rough with desire. Y/N's nails dug into his back, her cries of pleasure mingling with his 

Sukuna's voice was a low, husky whisper against Y/N's ear as he spoke, "I want to make you cum, baby. Let me feel you unravel around me." Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her body quivering with anticipation.

"Please, Sukuna," she begged, her voice dripping with need. "Make me cum hard."

With a predatory grin, Sukuna increased the pace of his thrusts, driving her closer to the edge with each powerful movement. "You're so close, Y/N," he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Let go for me."

Y/N's fingers clenched the sheets as she surrendered to the pleasure building inside her, her cries of ecstasy filling the room as she finally reached the peak of her pleasure. "Yes, Sukuna, yes!" she screamed, her body convulsing with the force of her release.

Sukuna's cock throbbed with anticipation as Y/N reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, her walls gripping him tightly as she came hard. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he groaned, feeling her hot juices coating his dick. With a primal roar, he released himself deep inside her, filling her pussy with his hot, sticky cum.

But Sukuna wasn't satisfied yet. His hunger for her was insatiable, and with a predatory gleam in his eyes, he continued to pound into her relentlessly. "You like that, don't you, Y/N? You want more of my cock?" he growled, his voice dripping with lust.

Y/N could only whimper in response, her body writhing beneath him as she begged for more. With each powerful thrust, Sukuna felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge once again. "I'm gonna cum inside you again, baby," he grunted, his voice thick with desire.

And with one final, powerful thrust, Sukuna emptied himself inside her for a second time, their combined moans filling the room as they surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of their shared climax.

With a satisfied smirk, Sukuna leaned down to kiss Y/N passionately, his lips claiming hers with a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. "You're mine now, Y/N," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with dominance. "I've claimed you as mine, and there's no going back."

Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as she surrendered herself completely to him. "Yes, Sukuna," she whispered, her voice a breathless affirmation of her submission to him.

Their night was a whirlwind of passion, each moment hotter than the last. They fucked again and again, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sought to quench their insatiable desire for each other.

With every thrust, Sukuna claimed Y/N as his own, their moans of pleasure echoing in the darkness as they surrendered themselves completely to the fire of their passion. They explored every inch of each other's bodies, leaving no part untouched as they reveled in the ecstasy of their shared pleasure.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, they finally collapsed in each other's arms, sated and spent from their night of passion. With a contented sigh, Sukuna pulled Y/N close, holding her tightly against him as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined in a blissful embrace.

The next few days were a blur of action and emotion. Sukuna and Y/N grew closer, their bond deepening with each passing moment. They were a formidable team, each pushing the other to new heights.

But the danger was always lurking, and they both knew it was only a matter of time before it caught up to them.

The inevitable showdown arrived with the fury of a storm. A rival gang, determined to dethrone Sukuna, launched a full-scale attack on his mansion under the cover of night. Bullets rained and explosions lit up the dark sky, signaling the start of a merciless battle.

Sukuna and Y/N stood back to back, their resolve steeling them against the onslaught. Sukuna's eyes were ice-cold with focus, his gun firing with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each shot synchronized with his breathing. Beside him, Y/N matched his rhythm, her own gun spitting fire at any figure that dared advance.

One thug tried to look menacing but slipped on his own shoelaces and went flying past them. Sukuna couldn't help but snort.

"Watch this," Sukuna whispered to Y/N as he spotted another group trying to flank them. He waited until they were awkwardly clustered together, then lobbed a smoke grenade. The gang members stumbled around, bumping into each other like characters in a silent film.

Y/N giggled, covering her mouth. "They're like penguins on ice!"

"Cover me," Sukuna said, diving into the fray with a bit more flair than necessary. He rolled, not because he needed to, but because it looked cool. When he came up, his hair was perfectly tousled—somehow it always was, even in a gunfight.

A large, burly thug swung a crowbar at Sukuna, who dodged and quipped, "You need to hit the gym, mate!" before delivering a punch

A thug lunged at him with a knife, slashing wildly. Sukuna dodged to the side, his arm whipping out to catch the man's wrist, twisting it viciously until the knife clattered to the ground. With a swift uppercut, he sent the attacker sprawling.

"Y/N, watch out!" Sukuna yelled as he saw another assailant sneaking behind her. Y/N spun around just in time, her fist connecting with the attacker's jaw in a satisfying crunch.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Amidst the chaos, a burly figure emerged— the leader of the rival gang. He was flanked by his best men, who moved with lethal intent towards Sukuna and Y/N.

Sukuna met the gang leader's gaze, his expression grim. "This ends tonight," he growled.

The leader smirked, cracking his knuckles. " You're in over your head, Sukuna. "

With a roar, Sukuna charged, ducking as the leader swung a heavy pipe. He countered with a jab to the abdomen, followed by a sharp hook to the face, staggering the larger man.

Meanwhile, Y/N battled two assailants. She ducked a wild swing, pivoting to deliver a kick that knocked the wind out of her opponent. As the second man raised his gun, Y/N grabbed his arm, twisting and using his own body to shield herself as she disarmed him, throwing him over her shoulder onto the ground.

"Y/N!" Sukuna shouted, distracted for a split second as he saw her struggle. That moment was all the leader needed. He landed a heavy blow to Sukuna's side, a knife slicing through his shirt and skin.

"Stay with me, Sukuna," Y/N cried out, dispatching another attacker before rushing to his side. Blood was beginning to stain his shirt, but his eyes burned with an unquenchable fire.

"I'm not going anywhere," Sukuna gritted out, pushing past the pain. With a fierce yell, he launched himself at the gang leader. They traded blows, the sound of flesh and bone meeting echoing above the gunfire. Sukuna's movements were a blur, a ballet of violence, as he parried, dodged, and struck with ruthless efficiency.

Finally, with a powerful combination of strikes, Sukuna landed a devastating blow to the leader’s temple, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.

The remaining attackers, seeing their leader defeated, began to falter. Sukuna and Y/N seized the momentum, pushing back with renewed vigor until the last of the attackers fled into the night.

With the last of the attackers gone, the mansion was left in ruins. Smoke and dust hung in the air, and the once luxurious rooms were now a battlefield.

Y/N rushed to Sukuna's side, her heart pounding with fear. "Sukuna, you're hurt."

He smiled, though it was strained. "It's just a scratch."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she looked at him, her voice trembling. "Stay with me, Sukuna. Don't you dare leave me."

Sukuna reached out, cupping her face in his blood-stained hand. "I'm not going anywhere," he said softly, his eyes filled with determination.

With a final, desperate push, they managed to defeat the attackers. The mansion was in ruins, but they had survived.

As they stood amidst the wreckage, Y/N looked at Sukuna, her eyes filled with love and determination.

"We did it," she said softly.

Sukuna pulled her into his arms, his lips brushing her ear. "Yes, we did. And as long as we have each other, nothing can stop us."

In the aftermath of the battle, Sukuna and Y/N began to rebuild. Their love had been tested and had emerged stronger than ever. They knew their future would be filled with challenges, but they were ready to face them together.

As they stood on the balcony of their new home, looking out over the city, Sukuna took Y/N's hand in his.

"This is just the beginning," he said, his voice filled with promise.

Y/N smiled, leaning into him. "And I can't wait to see what the future holds."

With their hearts intertwined and their love burning bright, they were ready to take on the world.

Together. THE END { or is it <3 ? }

[madwomansapologist]

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Ryomen Sukuna adapts to every challenge ahead of him. A force of nature that ever changes, ever grows. Not only the strongest, Sukuna is the most willing to become what he must. He evolves when others hope for decay, remains the same hatred thing when others beg for mercy.

He’s victorious no matter what it takes (and usually, even that he takes from the loser).

There is a thing he was never able of changing: his sharp eyes. A gaze that cuts through flesh and bones as easily as his slash attacks. Sukuna’s presence never goes unnoticed.

You felt it sinking deep into your skull as you annihilated curses. It was too often, too direct. You had no other choice but to listen to your guts. Someone was watching, far away and far too interest in your battles.

You felt it burning your back whenever you turned it on the Disgraced One. As you dared to ignore his requests, to talk back, to make all your awful opinions known. Observed closely by the King of Curses, who was far too interest in your mind.

And you feel it now, his gaze raking your skin. Admired by Ryomen Sukuna, who was far too interested in you.

“Not yet”, Sukuna smirked against the crook of your neck, hands travelling through your exposed belly. The soft fabric of his kimono caressed your body whenever his chest moved. “Still not yet.”

You tilted your head, hand raising to grab at his hair. That deviant flame inside his eyes affected you, a smirking showing on your face. Playing with a strand of hair, your gaze returned to him.

“Your soul became…”, you breathed in. “Thinner. Where is your conviction, maggot? Where is your pride?”

The scum continued to wisely ignore your presence. A small, weak thing, far too interest in your body for his own safety. Not that this sudden increase of intelligence matters much now. He already crossed the ultimate line.

He desired something that belongs with Sukuna.

Moving your hips, you whimpered as the head of his cock brushed against just the right place inside of you. A small movement, almost imperceptible, but the wet sound it made echoed through the chamber. You were leaking.

“He was reminded of his place”, his voice was softer now. That mocking tone was there still, but not directed at you. The licks near your ear, the way his teeth rake on your skin. Comforting you on his own way, Sukuna planned on waiting however long it took.

How long have you been there? Sat still, waiting for that thing to finally break apart. For it to make the wrong move, his last move, so you could have the fun you’ve been waiting for. No more pinches and bites, no move gropes and kisses, no more teases.

You’re on a good mood today, so you’ll behave and wait (only because his anger fills you with determination).

As the blades got closer to his eyes, the sorcerer continued to look straight at them. He didn’t move an inch since this started hours ago. Agonizing as each blade pierced his body, knowing there would be a moment one of them would penetrate the wrong place.

Pathetic. He didn’t attempt to run away. That you really can’t understand. Why someone would hope for the King of Curses mercy, instead of fighting for their life?

“I bet he will look away.”

Sukuna laughed. “Yeah, I think the same.”

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[yuujiheart]

Yuuji is becoming Sukuna's equal.

I like everyone, was hoping for yuji's reaction towards yuta taking over gojo's body., although I did suspect that they wouldn't have enough time after yuta gets done and yuji will prioritize saving megumi instead of questioning this whole thing and there is a good reason to believe that todo might have explained him already....I had some doubts that I believe would only be solved once we get yuji's reaction...But what happened this chapter actually ended up answering my question in a different way..

yuji completely ignoring yuta falling on the ground, todo getting black flashed and him not stopping even for a second ,completely locked in. when even todo, a trained sorcerer got distracted reminded me of this panel...

Here sukuna talks about how one should completely let go of everything without worrying about anything and should focus on their desires.

And what yuji did here is exactly that, he didn't let anything distract him at all and he kept moving forward towards his desire to save megumi.. Which he has been doing since Shibuya. And he's the only one except Sukuna who has displayed this behaviour..whether it's during his fight with Sukuna after him possessing megumi, or the moment when todo appeared. The whole shinjuku showdown arc has evidence for that..

Yuuji has gone through so many changes . He went from wondering why he needs to die to happily sacrificing himself. Mahito completely destroyed his belief in himself but not his desire to help/save people. He reduced himself to a cog in order to not let the guilt of sukuna killing people overpower him and allowing him to keep doing what he thinks is right. So much so that Hakari also questions his claim of being a cog. (Which in my opinion he isn't as cogs solely focus on doing their part which is not yuuji style).. And it is quite similar to sukuna..

Sukuna also works in a similar manner without worrying about anything and keeps doing what he thinks is right.. The only difference is the nature of their desires, while sukuna does everything for himself, yuji does everything for others...

Apart from that, this was uraume's (who has known Sukuna for a long time) first thought after sukuna revealed his and yuji's origin. Which is self explanatory I think.

This panel here also suggests something similar. Kenny here calls both yuuji and Sukuna the reason why curses cycle exists and it will remain so as long as BOTH of them are alive. I personally think this could also mean they both are the reason why curses exist in the first place. Not to forget he also called BOTH of them a time bomb. Although It makes more sense now.

Yuuji is called tiger of the West and has tiger in his name while sukuna is associated with dragon (dragon scales) . The two beasts that represent yin and yang . Now yin and yang are not opposite forces but complementary . They represent the balance that exists in universe. Gege also tries to depict something similar in manga initially through yuji and sukuna 's clothing as yuji is all black with white hood and sukuna with all white and black scarf which gege himself mentioned in an interview.

We can also see this as a conflict between strong vs weak where yuuji went from being strong to weak ( him being special in high school but weak in jujutsu world) and sukuna weak to strong ( him being ostracized and undesired to being known as king of curses.)

Another thing that connects them is their feeling of loneliness.. Yuuji does not want to be alone when he dies so he tries to save people. He doesn't let yuta kill him because he still hopes to help people. Otoh Sukuna also feels lonely and that's why he listens to yorozu kashimo gojo but after seeing their version of love which is them connecting to him through strength ,he declares he doesn't want that .

This is my personal opinion but yuji and sukuna are not completely opposite.. Both of them are striving for what they believe in and what they want to do. That's why only they can understand each other like no one... But it wasn't like that from the start, it has developed slowly into one.. Sukuna who has only cared about his pleasures and desire, started to understand other's ideals through yuuji and yuuji understanding through sukuna what curses truly are . To me it's like both of them are forces that are needed to create balance but disrupting one of them can cause chaos too.

So I am imagining that both will save each other, yuuji by connecting with Sukuna not through the strength and sukuna will help yuuji realize his true potential because merger is still there and I strongly believe sukuna is not in the story only to die by good guys hands I guess. Gege said nobody is completely wrong or right so i don't want to discard this possibility at all.

[ophanum]

Can you do a crossover between JJKXLookism? Where after the battle with Sukuna, Gojo dies(still hoping he comes back and I'm so sad at the latest update of JJK) and transmigrated to the popular webtoon Lookism. Gojo is shock at his new appearance (still the same face, hair and eyes) he became a female. At first, he curse his predicament but then learns to roll with it. He figures that maybe changing the tragic lives of the characters will make him comeback to his real world. Gojo applies as a teacher in J-High where he rolls with the chaos and takes advantage of his new appearance. Gojo finds it amusing and loves to tease his new students with his female version. Surprisingly, Gojo retains the six eyes although not as draining as before and he has no CE it's just that he can just see really well than normal people. Everyone is surprised to see Gojo's strength not only he is fast but also a great martial artist which he likes to humble brag especially against the villains (he fought curse users and special grade curses all his life, this world is a cake walk to him) as well as trolling them. Eventually, Gojo regrets it as he gain stalkers along the way (Gun, GooSamuel, etc). Even after brutally rejecting them and listing a lot of excuses (like telling them that he is older than them, likes girls, they're too weak etc.cause he is still a guy at heart) they won't stop and will use Gojo's love for sweets to blackmail him for a date. Gojo will snap once his students gets into dangerous situations (flashbacks to when he got sealed and a lot of important people in his life died) and will absolutely go berserk. Female Gojo is friends with the 1st Gen Kings (he is the same age as them when he transmigrated so he became a bit younger) especially Kwak Jin Chang (he looks like Nanami even the cheekbones) and treats him the same way as Nanami

' I'M SO BORED ! - JJK & Lookism crossover

ft. Fem! Reincarnated! Gojo x Various Lookism

Synopsis: After the fight with Sukuna, Gojo was reincarnated to Lookism and became a teacher there. As a teacher himself back then, he began to care for his students like Daniel and automatically landed him in the spotlight of the Lookism universe. Could he still awaken his six eyes?

Tags & TW/CW: Lookism-typical violence, stalking, death, spoilers, crack.

﹙pt. 2﹚

❝Some sick hallucination is telling me go overboard.❞ — I'm so bored by Sarah and the Sundays

Wow. Just wow.

Gojo couldn't help but be surprised. Seriously though, what's going on here?

There's no way this is real. He's never met a deity, and frankly, the whole thing seems messed up. Why is he in a woman's body? At least he looks good, gotta give credit where it's due. He's basically a walking advertisement for good genes.

But most importantly, he's just... normal now. No curses, no cursed energy. He remembers his skills, but can he use them here? He'll find a way.

First priority: checking his surroundings. This place is a lot less luxurious than his usual digs, but hey, at least the girl (whoever she is) has a wallet. Even though Gojo thinks that he is really the owner because of the uncanny similiarities to his old self, he can't be too sure. Memory wipe seems to be prominent. No trace of the original owner anywhere, which explains the amnesia of memories. This body truly feels like his own, down to the familiar face staring back in the mirror. Gojo can't ignore this situation. Fake memories or not, a Jujutsu Sorcerer never lets his guard down.

With no cursed threats to fight for now, Gojo takes a practical approach. Gotta pay the bills somehow, right? Besides, that shampoo situation is a disaster. This body needs some serious TLC.

Stepping outside, Gojo's jaw dropped. Korea? A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. "Seriously, what is this?"

Walking down the unfamiliar streets, he had to adjust his thinking. He was in a woman's body now, so using she/her pronouns was crucial. His feet led him to a bustling playground, filled with the laughter of children. The scene felt strangely real, not some twisted illusion. Perhaps, in a way, it was...peaceful.

He missed Yuji and everyone back home. He'd poured his heart into training them, giving them the strength to fight. A pang of longing hit him, but a determined glint entered his eyes. They would have to wait for his return. After all, he wouldn't give up so easily.

At the end of the day, his search for work led him to a job posting at J High. Teaching was ingrained in him, so it felt like a natural fit. Getting the job was a surprise, but the school itself was even more unexpected.

The students here were...spirited, to say the least. Fights were a frequent occurrence. However, the school also embraced individuality. Departments like fashion allowed students to break the mold and express themselves freely through clothing. Gojo, who always appreciated a good rule-breaker, couldn't help but admire their approach.

Despite being in a female body, Gojo managed to convince the school she was Japanese, reasoning her way through the situation. Daniel and his classmates were surprised by a mid-semester transfer, especially when they heard it was a woman. The buzz spread quickly went viral around the school – a new female teacher was joining them!

When she entered the classroom, all eyes were on her. Her snow-white hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, and thick, round sunglasses concealed her eyes. A glimpse of piercing blue peeked through, a stark contrast to her soft expression and delicate features. Male students fumbled for their seats, faces flushed with a mix of awe and shyness. Female students watched with a mix of envy and admiration.

Until Gojo spoke.

"Welcome to J High, class! Buckle up because you're about to learn from the most awesome, most beautiful teacher ever… ME, Gojo Satoru! Get ready for an unforgettable experience!"

The students were stunned. Who was this vibrant woman? Some of the boys seemed excited by her bold statement, but confusion settled in. A mid-semester change was disruptive enough, but what was with the infectious energy?

One thing was undeniable: Gojo was stunning. Her beauty was unmatched, surpassing even the school's resident "goddess," Crystal.

"And guess what? You're about to have the coolest, most fabulous teacher ever walk through these doors... that's right, it's me again!"

And then she walked through those doors again quite quickly if Zack were to say something about it. Did you know the way Gojo looked when he realized Megumi just looked like Toji? Yeah, Zack was having that look right now.

Who was this odd professor that suddenly was brought up?

Gojo's curriculum remained a mystery. She hadn't mentioned a subject yet, but she did dedicate a significant amount of time to...well, not exactly lesson plans. Unlike most teachers, Gojo had an aversion to written materials. Instead, her classes focused entirely on performance tasks.

Students like Zack thrived in this environment. He secretly considered Gojo his favorite teacher already. The hands-on approach was engaging, and Zack felt a growing sense of gratitude towards her.

Then, on the third day, a glimmer of clarity emerged. Gojo's class revolved around physical fitness, though she never actually uttered the term. It was simply "Gojo's way" of teaching. For Daniel and his classmates, it was a refreshing change from the traditional methods they were accustomed to.

Gojo praised students who excelled and offered personalized feedback for improvement. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and the students responded well to the energetic and engaging classes.

"Best fucking teacher ever." Zack grins.

Mira quipps. "Is he though?"

Mira and Zack exchanged a glance. Their new teacher, Gojo, had a…unique way of teaching. She was currently mid-exercise with a student (Jay, to be specific) and had paused to deliver a passionate speech about, well, herself. Dramatic poses and hair flips punctuated her enthusiastic monologue.

Both sweatdropped. Yeah, Gojo was definitely unconventional.

Jay, the unfortunate target of her praise, stood patiently as Gojo extolled her own beauty. Thankfully, the speech hadn't completely derailed the lesson. Just before, Gojo had commended Jay's speed and technique, offering valuable feedback before getting sidetracked. "You're giving it your all, but that fire's starting to flicker! Remember, endurance is all about consistency. It's like a marathon, not a sprint. Gotta pace yourself, beautiful!"

Jay cracked a shy smile, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

Zack watched the exchange between Jay and Gojo, a sour taste creeping into his mouth. Gojo's hand lingered a beat too long on Jay's shoulder, her praise dripping with a sugary sweetness that made Zack clench his fists.

Crystal, observing from the back of the room, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Gojo's flamboyant teaching style. This new teacher was undeniably unconventional, with her dramatic poses and energetic lectures. Yet, beneath the theatricality, Crystal sensed a surprising competence. Gojo's demonstrations were swift and precise, showcasing an impressive level of physical skill.

It was a stark contrast to the more traditional methods employed by Gun. Crystal wasn't sure what Gojo's background was, but it was clear she possessed a unique approach that somehow managed to be effective.

That's because she fought battles with non-human creatures.

Crystal couldn't resist investigating the commotion. Curiosity gnawed at her, a feeling all too familiar to humans. She buzzed Gun, hoping he could shed some light on the situation.

"Is something wrong, Crystal?" Gun answered.

"Hey Gun, sorry to bother you during work, but it's about the new teacher."

"Teacher?" Gun raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, she just seems...off. Odd way of acting, super strong, and way too good-looking to be real." Crystal joked at the end.

Crystal launched into a detailed description. The teacher had waist-length snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes hidden behind thick sunglasses. On top of that, she was incredibly tall and flawless, like a living statue. It was unsettling.

"I'll check it out when I get a chance," Gun promised.

Meanwhile, Vasco watched the chaos unfold below. Students were grumbling openly, their respect seemingly nonexistent towards their teacher who was behaving childishly.

Jace strained for a glimpse of the new teacher, but the window was two far as he wasn't on a window seat. Unlike Jace, Vasco found himself impressed. After all, who wouldn't be when witnessing her teach students to defend themselves?

The bell announcing the end of class finally pierced the air. Jace and Vasco immediately made their way towards the teacher.

Jace let out a low whistle. "We'll be lucky to learn anything from her with all this chaos."

"Lucky? I'd say incredibly fortunate," Vasco countered, eager to meet her.

"Fortunate, huh?" Jace muttered, and they headed towards the cafeteria.

The new teacher, Gojo, had clearly captured everyone's attention. Even Zoe couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Gojo's seemingly flawless appearance, aside from her personality, was undeniable. Zoe's lips formed a pout every time Gojo slung her arm around Daniel, leaving the poor boy flustered and stammering in response.

Vin Jin, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the professorial boundaries. He wasted no time turning on the charm, much to the amusement (or perhaps annoyance) of those around him.

"So, strong glasses huh? Keeping all the secrets for yourself?"

"Secrets are what make things interesting, don't you think? Besides, these eyes can see more than you bargain for." Gojo would just leans closer with a smirk.

Daniel's knuckles strained white as his grip tightened on the aluminum can. Metal groaned in protest, warping under the pressure until the sides began to buckle. A low hiss escaped him, more through gritted teeth than his lips. This wasn't about his usual frustration with bullies or unwanted attention. Envy, raw and unwelcome, twisted his gut.

Vin Jin's grin stretched from ear to ear, practically walking on air after his instant rapport with the new teacher, Gojo. Unfortunately, their conversation was cut short as Gojo disappeared from the scene before he could even blink. Left hanging, Vin Jin found himself empty-handed.

Meanwhile, Gun had arrived at J High, eager to investigate Crystal's concerns about the new teacher. Unfortunately, his mission was complicated by Goo's unexpected presence. Goo, ever the pest, tagged along, lollipop in hand. And as if the situation wasn't bothersome enough, Goo seemed to find amusement in poking Gun's cheeks with the sticky candy, a habit Gun found utterly revolting.

"Stalking for the boss are sooo last season. Don't you ever get tired of being such a stick in the mud? Lighten up a little!"

"Lighten up? I'm dealing with things that could get me killed by the chairman, Goo. Not a fashion show."

"Speaking of fashion, have you seen the new line of those fluffy panda plushies?"

"Here we go again... And--would you stop that poking? Do it another fucking second and I will punt you to the ground."

"Fine, fine. But hey, how about a little reward after we're done? My treat - taiyaki on me! My treat if you can guess the filling this time."

A welcome distraction from Goo's antics emerged in the form of a commotion erupting within J High. Gun and Goo followed Crystal, their gazes drawn to a fight unfolding in the central.

There, amidst the chaos, stood Gojo, the enigmatic new teacher Crystal had mentioned. She wasn't even fighting.

For Gun, witnessing Gojo firsthand was a sensory overload. Every detail, from the way her snow-white hair flowed with her movements to the glint of defiance in her diamond-bright eyes and the smirk permanently etched on her face, surpassed Crystal's description.

Across from him, Goo mirrored Gun's stunned expression. Glasses slid down to the tip of his nose, his mouth agape in disbelief, he watched Gojo's fluid movements with wide eyes. The fight had escalated – Gojo was facing off against Logan Lee.

"You'll regret fighting with me!"

"Wow, impressive coordination. Maybe you should take up interpretive dance instead of being a total jackass to my student."

Daniel scanned the scene, his heart pounding. No other teachers were in sight, not a single one within range to intervene in the escalating fight. The situation was bizarre – a college student, Logan Lee, facing off against a seemingly outmatched professor, Gojo, the woman Crystal had described as "strong."

But strength wasn't the only thing that captivated Gun and Goo's attention. Gojo's fighting style was unlike anything they'd ever witnessed. It was a dance of fluidity, a mesmerizing blend of lightning and water. Her movements were swift and effortless, devoid of any wasted energy or muscle tension. It was a spectacle both beautiful and deadly.

"What the...? I... I'll crush you!"

"This is getting tedious. You're about as effective as a wet noodle against a wall. How about you take a nap and we can try this again when you've woken up from your little tantrum?"

Logan, his attacks becoming increasingly desperate, flailed wildly for a few final moments before crumpling to the ground with a pained groan. Gojo, with a sigh that spoke volumes of her boredom, dusted herself off with a theatrical flourish, her movements emphasizing the gulf in skill between them.

Reflexes and speed are unmatched. Focus on how she reacts with lightning-fast movements, dodging or deflecting attacks with minimal effort. She doesn't waste energy on overwhelming force, but uses calculated strikes to dismantle her opponent's attacks. Gun thought.

"Well, that was a disappointment. Back to paperwork, I suppose. Anyone up for taiyaki later? My treat, for surviving that ordeal."

And she brushes it off as if it did some number on her. Even students like daniel, Zack, Vasco, Jay and Eli Jang knew it, not just Gun and Goo.

Goo, ever the unpredictable one, shot his hand up in the air. A wave of confusion rippled through the crowd. Was this some bizarre J High initiation ritual they hadn't heard of?

This is only the beginning...

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[olivialau]

Shadow's Embrace Ch. 11

Sukuna x Reader

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fanfiction based on the universe of "Jujutsu Kaisen," created by Gege Akutami. The original manga, anime, and characters belong to their respective owners and creators.

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu Kaisen world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 11- A Deal Sealed In Blood

Within a split second after the door burst open with a deafening crash, Sukuna had descended the stairs and bypassed Mahito. He now stood before you, gazing down at your wrecked body and the sea of red it was engulfed in.

The swiftness of his movements was beyond even Mahito's perception as a special-grade cursed spirit, leaving him stunned at the display. His wide eyes fixed on Sukuna's back.

The overbearing aura that the King of Curses emitted had stripped away Mahito's once playful bravado completely, reducing him to a trembling mess as he tried to gauge the situation.

Mahito was well aware that he had overstepped his bounds, but with Sukuna's focus diverted to you, he wondered if perhaps, just perhaps, he might evade the wrath he had so foolishly provoked.

The cursed spirit's eyes darted nervously between you and Sukuna, torn between the primal urge to flee and the morbid curiosity of witnessing what would happen next.

The tension was palpable, as you waited for someone to break the silence. You would have done so yourself if it wasn't for the gaping hole in stomach that left you slipping in and out of consciousness.

Finally Sukuna scratched his head and sighed, as he peered down. "Look at you," he said with a sneer, before crouching to get an even closer look.

He dragged his finger through the pool of blood that surrounded you, and carefully inspected it before he questioned, "Did you even put up a fight? Pathetic. What a pitiful display."

Though his piercing gaze remained fixed on you, unwavering. He addressed the petrified Mahito next.

"You sure got creative, special-grade. Did her screams amuse you?"

Mahito hesitated, unsure if Sukuna expected an actual answer. He clung to the faint hope that the King of Curses might spare him this time, so he remained silent, not wanting to provoke him further.

But as Sukuna shifted his feet, the weight of his menacing gaze moved away from you, landing on the cursed spirit.

"Something is off though," Sukuna continued with feigned ignorance, before his voice dropped to a dangerous growl,

"I distinctly recall warning you about touching what belongs to me."

Mahito could only mutter a faint "Huh?" as his entire body was suddenly slashed by deep, jagged cuts. Blood gushing from the wounds as he collapsed to the floor, gasping.

Sukuna approached him with deliberate, measured steps until he came to a stop right in front of the cursed spirit's face. Without warning, he delivered a vicious kick to Mahito's jaw, sending teeth flying across the room with a clatter that echoed throughout the basement.

Mahito spluttered and choked on the blood that filled his mouth, the sole of Sukuna's foot now pressing down on his head with merciless force.

A desperate plea escaped his lips. "S-Sukuna... I-I didn't mean to... It was just a bit of fun... I swear!"

A cruel smirk formed on Sukuna's lips as he flung a threathening stare at the trembling mess beneath him.

"Since you seem to enjoy playing around so much," he mused, nudging his foot into Mahito's cheek, "We'll do it this way,"

Sukuna's fierce red eyes locked onto Mahito's, as he mustered up another scheme to entertain himself. "If the girl dies," he said, his tone low serious, "I'll kill you."

"If she survives..." His gaze briefly flickered towards you, and inexplicably, your heart fluttered. "I'll spare you this once."

Mahito's protests rang out, panic lacing his voice, as he threw a small tantum. "That's not fair! There's no way she'll survive!"

Sukuna's eyes narrowed. "Did I ask for your opinion?" he snarled, roughly shoving his foot into Mahito's mouth to shut him up.

He then disregarded the wheezing Mahito, as he slowly strode back over to you.

Everything felt hazy, and you were only half-grasping what was transpiring. But you could faintly hear Sukuna calling out. "Hey, brat..."

When you failed to respond to him, lost in the fog at the edge of oblivion, he lashed out, slapping you harshly across the face.

The impact registered, and brought you you back to your senses, but suprisingly, there was no sting. It seemed your body had numbed itself in preperation for the impending death that grew nearer with every second.

Sukuna looked down at the growing pool of blood on the ground, a calculating frown forming between his brows. "Tch, this wasn't exactly part of my plan," he muttered with a trace of annoyance in his voice. "But I suppose I can make use of the situation."

He then regarded you with an expression of cold indifference.

"You're dying," he stated flatly, as if commenting on the weather.

With a tremendous effort, you managed to muster a weak, raspy retort. "I know, asshole"

He crouched down beside you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. "I'll give you one last chance woman," he said, his tone making it clear this was non-negotiable.

"Agree to the binding vow I proposed, and I'll save you."

Sukuna’s expression was cold and deadly serious. "If you refuse..." His eyes narrowed with a dangerous glint. "I'll watch you bleed out and find a replacement."

His lips curled into a small, sardonic smirk. "I'll admit, I've enjoyed this little game of breaking you," he mused, as his gaze swept over your body.

"It's rare to find a strong-willed human who doesn't cower before me immediately."

His expression darkened with apparent dissatisfaction. "But the game was starting to drag on... and my patience has its limits."

Every fiber of your being knew that he meant those words. In the end, whatever 'bond' you had formed with him thus far had only been a means to an end. To him you were just another insignificant, weak, and easily replaceable insect.

He was offering you a lifeline, yet you couldn't help but question the worth of clinging to it. Was it truly better to survive if that meant living essentially in chains, forced to obey Sukuna's orders? You doubted it. Death seemed peaceful compared to that torment.

The world spun as another wave of dizziness hit you, followed by the taste of iron as fresh blood trickled from your lips.

Sukuna noticed your faltering body and abruptly interrupted your train of thought. "You don't have much time left," he spat, his words a harsh reminder of your dire circumstances. "So decide."

The balance of your life seemed to teeter on an edge, as you considered your options.

Reflecting on the past weeks, you recalled the near-death experiences you had endured. None had come as close as this, yet all had left you trembling, scared, and desperate.

But now, on the very verge of death, an unexpected calm washed over you, almost surreal like a fleeting dream. The prospect of enduring Sukuna's schemes and abuse any longer, held very little appeal.

So with a resigned sigh, you let your battered body go limp, muttering softly, "It's fine, whatever. Just let me have my final moments in peace."

Sukuna's expression flickered with surprise at your unexpected surrender, but he quickly masked it with his familiar indifference. "Have it your way, then," he said coolly, rising to his feet and turning away, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room.

Just as he was about to reach the spot where Mahito lay sprawled out, still watching the exchange in silent terror, Sukuna stopped and glanced back, regarding you with a contemptuous gaze.

"So, your grand talk about avenging your friend was nothing more than hollow words, was it?" he scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "Humans truly lack tenacity."

At the mention of Ayumi, your heart seemed to drop and the haze in your eyes cleared slightly. Sukuna's words had awakened something within you - a sense of justice? A desire for retribution? An uncontainable rage? You didn't know which of these it was, perhaps a mix of all.

But the specifics didn't matter, because the fact was, it had roused you, made you waver in your resignation.

Suddenly, the thought of dying no longer felt so tempting. You cursed Sukuna for it, for shattering the fragile peace you had found in giving up.

And before you knew it, you found yourself calling out, "...Wait!"

Sukuna paused, turning to face you with a subtle hint of amusement in his crimson eyes. He seemed pleased by your sudden change of heart.

"The vow," you pressed, your voice steadier than expected. "Your end of the deal is to save me. To train me, so I become strong. Right?"

Sukuna stroked his chin thoughtfully as he stepped closer to you. "Hm... I was thinking of dropping that second condition," he pondered aloud, before letting out an irritated sigh. "It seems bothersome."

His gaze narrowed as he studied you, a spark of intrigue flickering across his features. "But I suppose," he continued, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face, "if you insist, perhaps I could be persuaded."

Without hesitation, you met Sukuna's gaze as you declared, "I insist." A steely determination burned inside as you continued, "I need to know that I'll be strong enough to avenge Ayumi. Only then will I agree to your terms."

You spoke the words with steady conviction, but you had no intention of endlessly obeying Sukuna's orders and decieving or slaughtering for his sake

If you were to break the binding vow and defy him, the worst that could happen was death - a fate you had already resigned yourself to.

In the society of jujutsu sorcerers, a vow was a sacred bond, binding two individuals through cursed energy. Breaking such a contract held dire consequences. But if you were going to die anyway, you might as well stall, perhaps long enough to get your revenge, to grow stronger.

When the right time came, you could always choose to break the vow and face the consequences.

Sukuna inched closer, his laughter rumbling deeply as it echoed throughout the basement. "Ahahaha, intriguing,"

He stopped at your feet and leaned in, his breath hot against your cheek as he spoke. "Alright, brat. I'll do it. I'll make you into a weapon. But remember," he growled, his tone dropping to one with absolute authority,

"I'll be the one wielding that weapon."

You gritted your teeth at Sukuna's words. This was a deal with the devil, and you knew it.

So, determined to act before second thoughts could take hold, you summoned the last of your dwindling energy and extended your hand, urging Sukuna to shake it and seal the pact.

Sukuna loomed over you, exuding an aura of overwhelming dominance as he repeated the conditions of the contract one final time.

"From this moment on, you will obey my every command without question. In exchange, I shall save the pathetic mess that you are and mold you into something stronger."

You nodded your head slightly, gesturing towards your outstretched hand as a silent agreement. A large, smirk spread across Sukuna's face as he reached out and grasped your hand with his own.

The moment your skin made contact, a strange, electric sensation washed over you - a testament to the strength of the binding vow you had just forged. 

And when Sukuna's hand released yours, you felt a lingering sensation, as if his touch had seared itself into your skin. Instinctively, you pulled your hand away.

Apart from that, you didn't feel any different at all. Perhaps you had expected something more dramatic, more flashy, in exchange for surrendering your freedom forever.

But you quickly let the thought go and returned to a more pressing matter- The gaping hole in your stomach that remained unaddressed.

"Your part of the deal is to save me," you demanded, your voice laced with a mixture of urgency and scorn. "I don't know how you're going to do it, but get on with it."

Sukuna shrugged dismissively, with a nonchalant demeanor. "Such impatience, brat," he chided.

Without further delay, he moved himself closer, hovering his hand above the deep wound in your stomach. A gentle light glowed from his palm, and an immense surge of cursed energy began to flow. You watched in awe as the wound started to close, the flesh knitting together before your eyes.

"Reverse Cursed Technique," Sukuna explained with a cocky edge to his voice, savoring the chance to flaunt his power.

"It converts negative cursed energy into positive energy, allowing for the regeneration of flesh, bone, blood, and organs." He paused, a dark smirk curling his lips. "A technical process that consumes a massive amount of cursed energy. But for me, it's child's play."

You couldn't help but scoff at Sukuna's shameless boasting, though a wave of relief washed over you as you felt your body slowly returning to health. Gradually, your vision cleared, and sensation crept back into your limbs.

To your surprise, Sukuna didn't stop with your stomach; he moved on to your dislocated shoulder and finally your crumpled ankle, mending each injury with meticulous precision.

Once finished, he straightened up, and both yours and Sukuna's gaze drifted to the middle of the room where a trembling, feeble voice broke the silence. "Uhm so... does that mean I... can go?"

Mahito had been observing the entire ordeal in uneasy silence. You had nearly forgotten about his presence at all. Now, as he lay sprawled on the floor, bloodied and beaten, his previously overwhelming aura of evil seemed far less intimidating than when he had nearly taken your life moments before.

Sukuna's gaze narrowed as he fixed the cursed spirit with a piercing stare. "Listen closely, you pathetic excuse for a curse,"

At times it seemed as if Sukuna could manipulate the very atmosphere, as the air seemed to grow heavy and oppressive when he spoke those words.

"If you ever dare to overstep your bounds again, I'll crush you without a second thought."

Then he paused for a moment, before he made a final cold warning. "And do not mistake this for mercy, you only live because your foolish mistake turned out to be suprisingly beneficial to me."

Mahito nodded vigorously, then wasted no time as he pulled his body along. It was obvious that his injuries had taken a significant toll, yet his determination to get far away from here, as soon as possible, allowed him to push through the agony and drag himself up the stairs.

As the door clicked shut, a chill ran down your spine at the realization that you were now completely alone with Sukuna, and more at his mercy than ever before.

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[sulky-cabbage]

I once made a not so serious post about a possible parallelism between Megumi and Sukuna.

And....

Sorry but how do you keep Megumi trapped inside Sukuna and when Yuji reaches the depths Megumi starts saying this stuff

right after the chapter where Yuji was trying to reach Sukuna and show him the beauty of life without me thinking that what Megumi's saying is a hint to Sukuna's true buried (human?) feelings and maybe what he could never have?? (Or maybe not and he's just the antithesis of Megumi which is another form of parallelism)

Megumi's soul is trapped inside a curse!!!

let me rephrase that...

A "Blessing" is drowned inside the king of curses!!

A "Blessing" that he tried so hard to suppress by killing his love one(s)

This is the exact type of symbolism that sticks in my brain and I just can't ignore it.

Maybe it's a reach but I just can't brush it off!!

Yuji tried to save them both!!

Keep in mind the Ksitigarbha is also a guardian of children and a patron deity of deceased children and aborted fetuses.

Gege did repeat the scene where Satoru meets child Megumi but with Yuji this time!!

Satoru was trying to save Megumi and reach Sukuna but he failed. (Seems like Yuta's method of becoming Satoru also failed)

I didn't take the Yuji being Satoru's parallel seriously before but I think there's some merit to it now.. (especially after that panel of him with child Megumi, Really Gege?)

Yuta was also a gojo parallel (he literally became gojo) and his character was connected to the theme of love as well. (There is also that whole Rika= Geto thing)

Maybe Gege is showing us two types of students? the one that imitates his teacher, and the other one that does it in his own way and actually succeeds??

Reminds me of these images lol

It makes sense that Yuta is the one to carry Satoru's will and kill Kenjaku (a major villain) and maybe even get to bury geto's body and Satoru's body... maybe next to each other?👀

I imagine Shoko will be there too at the burial...

On the other hand we have Yuji dealing with the main villain (the other thing that Satoru wanted to do and failed)..

I can see Yuji having the ability to see the afterlife of others like Sukuna and Maybe he will guide Sukuna and Gojo (and the others?) to go North?

Honestly this correlation between Megumi and Sukuna is interesting I don't know what it is exactly but...

The fact that we found out that Gege planned for Sukuna to possess Megumi from the start but he was told to change it!!??

AND The cursed womb arc (which I think is the heart of the manga) where Sukuna rips Yuji's heart out and says he can live without it but the brat can't..

(Which was a very cool and symbolic way to subtly tell us the difference in their ideals)

I don't know if it still has the double meaning in Japanese... it probably does

The shibuya stuff and everything was to get gojo out of the story so Sukuna can possess Megumi (which is what Gege wanted all along) so he can repeat what happened in the cursed womb arc again but in reverse.

Also..... there's a possible parallel between Megumi killing Tsumiki and Sukuna killing Gojo?????

Gege gave Megumi a sister that's important to him (and literally does nothing with her) makes me think she was made only so she can get killed by Megumi's hands, but not before making her possessed by a woman who's obsessed with teaching Sukuna about love. (Right before his fight with Gojo mind you) and then connecting this love thing with his fight with gojo (possibly Sukuna's important person?) Bringing up yorozu's words again and again and again during the fight!!

He killed gojo while in Megumi's Body!! (He didn't need to do that!! Don't you find it suspicious that right after killing gojo he turns into his true form??????)

He only gets into his true form when he starts fighting Kashimo (who's kinda Satoru's true form in a way) and he uses the weapon Yorozu gave him on Kashimo!!

And then more talk about love ensued !!!!

And love was never brought up again!!

Honestly this whole thing is diabolical I don't know how Gaygay managed to cook this hard !!

I still have no idea how this is gonna end though.. is Sukuna really just evil? Will we ever get his backstory? Will Yuji be able to actually reach him and make Satoru proud?

[redskull199987]

Nineteen Days

Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

word count:1.8k

Warnings:!MANGA SPOILER! for Shibuya incident arc and Culling Game arc, canon typical violence, swearing, teasing, fluff at the end

Summary:With the help of Hana aka “the Angel”, your small group of remaining Sorcerers finally manages to open the prison realm to bring back your Lover…Gojo Satoru…

Masterlist

With a rapidly beating heart, you watched how Fumihiko placed the prison realm on the small mat, a few meters in front of you. You would be lying if you said you weren't excited. It was finally happening.

 Gojo Satoru would return from the prison realm. 

Even though it had only been nineteen days since he was sealed away in Shibuya, it had felt like he had been gone for a lifetime. So much had happened since. 

You had all gone through much while participating in the Culling Game. You were relieved that no one had died yet, even though you had temporarily lost Megumi to Sukuna. But you all hoped that Gojo would beat the king of Curses and bring the young Fushiguro back.

“I hope this is gonna work.”, you mumbled to yourself, as you took cover next to Inumaki and Yuji. The pink haired boy tried to give you a reassuring smile, but you saw that he was just as on edge as everybody else. This plan just had to work or you would lose. And not just the battle against Kenjaku. No, all of Japan would lose. 

And as you watched how Angel flew into the sky in order to activate her cursed technique, all you could do was pray. Pray that she could open the prison realm. Pray that Gojo would return. That it all would work out. 

“SALMON!!”

Inumaki´s words rang in your head as Angel activated “Jacob´s Ladder” and a beaming ray of light was released onto the prison realm.You all hid behind the small barrier in case something went wrong, but after a few seconds of utter silence, you quickly rose to your feet.

“What happened?!Sensei!! Is it safe to come closer?!”, Yuji yelled, as he got closer to the Mat where the Prison realm had been laying just a few seconds ago.

You remained silent up until now. As the smoke, caused by “Jacob´s ladder” finally lifted, you couldn't believe your eyes.

It was gone. The prison realm was gone.

“Did he disappear along with the prison realm?”, you asked quietly, trying not to make any hasty assumptions.

“And thus…”, Fumihiko mumbled, staring off into the distance,”...yet another useless piece of trivia is known to the world.”

Ignoring his philosophical statement, you tried not to think of the worst. Which would be that Gojo was wiped from existence, as soon as the back of the prison realm was exposed to Angel´s cursed technique.

“Might Gojo Satoru actually be some kind of evil spirit?, Angel pondered, also trying to push the most obvious answer aside.

“She's playing defense.”, Yuji pouted. You could only sigh:”Well, can't really argue that Satoru´s personality had some evil to it.”

Your little chat was interrupted, as a sudden rumble plowed through the ground. An indicator that something had worked. You just had to find out what.

“An earthquake?!”, you wondered, after a few seconds of silence.

“This can't be a coincidence!!”Yuji claimed. And he was right. It couldn´t be a coincidence.

And you were right. Unbeknownst to you, Gojo Satoru had been released from the Prison realm. And he was about to beat Kenjaku´s ass.

After a few painful hours of not knowing if your plan had worked or not, you finally found out that Gojo had in fact returned from the prison realm. You had been successful.

And after a small face off with Kenjaku and Sukuna, Gojo had proposed to set the date of the final battle on christmas. `How nostalgic`, you thought.

Finally, Gojo had returned to what was left of Jujutsu Tech to talk with Shoko and Ijichi.

As you heard the exciting news, you immediately made your way back to the school grounds. Yuji had to promise you to be extra careful, as he and the rest of the group returned to Hakari´s fighting hall. You hugged your student tightly, before departing and making your way back to the school. The school where it had all started. Your life as a jujutsu sorcerer. Your life alongside the strongest. Along Gojo Satoru. You remembered it as clear as day. How he had confessed his love to you. On the very school grounds, you were about to return to.

You winced as Kento carefully bumped your shoulder with his, silently asking if you were alright. The younger sorcerer had been assigned on a mission with you. A mission which left you bruised and battered.

“I wanted to thank you again.”, the blond mumbled, looking to the ground,”If you hadn´t interfered, that cursed spirit would've gotten me.”

“No need to thank me.”, you smiled, bumping his shoulder back,”Getting hurt is part of the job, remember?”

“Yeah but you took quite the hit.”, Kento mumbled, referring to the laceration on your temple. Unbeknownst to him, you had suffered much more than the small wound on your head. From your shoulder to your upper thigh, dark purple bruises littered your body, as you had taken the full impact of the curse´s attack. But Kento didn't have to know that.

“I´m fine, don´t worry.”, You reassured him. He only nodded and you fell into a comfortable silence, as you made your way to the dorm rooms.

“I'm gonna go and look for Haibara.”, Kento explained.“Say hello from me.”, you nodded, waving at him, as he slowly walked away.

You waited a couple of seconds, until he was entirely out of sight, before you let yourself fall against a nearby wall, holding onto the side of your body.“Fuck.”, you mumbled, trying not to pass out. You had put on a show in front of Kento, acting all tough for the younger sorcerer. But in reality, you were at your limit. You let your mind wander to the question of what Satoru had done in your situation. But in all honesty, he probably wouldn't even have gotten hurt in the first place.

Speaking of the devil…

Before you could even try to find your composure again, you heard footsteps coming closer and only seconds later, none other than Gojo Satoru was standing in front of you. He had a smile on his face, but as soon as he saw you, his expression dropped.

“Y/N?!”, he asked perplexed, rushing over to you, before you could fall over.“Satoru!”, you exclaimed, as he threw an arm around your shoulder to steady your body.

“What the hell happened to you!? Are you okay?”, Satoru questioned, his eyes searching your body for any injuries.You only chuckled tiredly. while you tried to lead him to the infirmary :”What do you think?”“I think that you can barely walk in that state.”, he pouted, forcing you to come to a halt.“No, Satoru…”, you tried to protest, but he had already pulled you into his arms. With a grown from your side, as he touched your bruises, he carefully lifted you into the air.

“I could've walked myself…”, you mumbled, as he carried you towards the infirmary.“Look at you.”, he gently nudged the side of your head with his nose,”You could barely stand back there. As if I'm letting you walk to Shoko on your own.”

“Thank you.”, you murmured after a few seconds of silence. You slowly leaned your head against his shoulder, finally relaxing into his touch.

“Of  course.”, he smiled, as you reached your destination. With a very obvious sigh, Gojo let you to your feet again. But before you could gain your footing again, you slightly stumbled into the white haired boy. Being the gentleman that he was, he immediately wrapped his arms around your smaller body, afraid that you might fall.

“I'm alright.”, you mumbled, your hand resting on his chest,”Thank you.”

“No worries.”, he uttered, his eyes fixated on your face,”I'd do anything for you.”

“What?”, you asked, slightly perplexed. But instead of answering, Gojo simply pressed his lips against yours in a sweet and tender kiss. And as soon as it had started, it ended and Gojo took a step back.“I´ll visit you after Shoko patched you up, alright?”, he smiled and barely gave you enough time to nod, before he had vanished into thin air.

You were left alone with rosy cheeks and a rapidly beating heart. Or so you thought.“I saw that.”, Shoko snickered behind you. You quickly spun around, looking at your peer with wide eyes.“Shoko!”, you scolded her, but it was useless. You already saw the teasing coming.“It was about damn time.”, she chuckled, as she guided you into the infirmary.“Yeah…it was.”, you confessed,”It really was.”

Your heart was beating at least as fast as back then, if not faster, as you finally reached the school grounds. Shoko had called you on the way, letting you know that Gojo was in the best of health. He was acting like he always did and apparently, he couldn't wait to see you again.

And neither could you.

You would be lying if you said that you didn't sprint the last meters towards the main site of the campus.

And there he was. Gojo Satoru. In all his glory. What you noticed first were his bright blue eyes, that visibly lit up as soon as he saw you. But that he wasn't wearing his headband was what you noticed. He also looked a little bit more muscular than before. Like all he had done the past nineteen days was to train.

“Y/N.”

You were harshly pulled from your thoughts, as you heard him say your name. His voice sounded so incredibly soft. His voice that you had missed so much.

As a few tears rolled down your cheeks, he slowly stepped forward, only a few centimeters between you now.

Your head gradually turned upwards to look at his beautiful face. A face that you hadn't seen for only nineteen days and yet it felt like a lifetime.

“Satoru.”, you finally said. With a smile, he raised his hand to softly caress your cheek. Your eyes slowly closed upon finally feeling his touch again.

“I missed you.”, he said, brushing away your tears with his thumb, “So so much.”

“I missed you too!", you declared. Without waiting any longer, you threw your arms around him. You had waited so long to finally feel his touch again. To finally feel him again. You didn't even know if you would ever experience it again and now the moment finally came.

And as Gojo lifted you up into his arms, his laugh echoing in the air. And as he spun you around, pulling you impossibly closer to his body. As you were finally back in his arms, you knew.

You knew what Love really meant. 

Loving someone, the way you loved Gojo Satoru meant, not seeing him for even just one day felt like not seeing him for an entire lifetime. 

And you were never going to let that happen again.

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 28

(Chapter 27; Chapter 29)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

His Name On Your Mind

“Get up!” Sukuna’s stern voice rings through your ears. You’re startled, as you wake up, still laying in front of the main entrance, curled up like an embryo.

“Come.” his voice melts into Uraume’s, as you fight your eyes open. They are reaching out their hand to you. You exhale, every inch of your body hurting, as you take their hand and get up on your feet. With swollen eyes and and wobbly legs, you carefully climb down the stairs. Uraume holds on to your right arm, making sure you won’t fall.

On your way back to your room, some maidens peek out of their quarters, take a look at what’s going on. Shortly you make eye contact with the kitchenmaid who gave you food, but you avert your gaze quickly and try to ignore the rest of them.

You feel ashamed, so weak and embarrassed, just because your King isn’t here.

Arriving in your room, you slump down on your futon and Uraume slides the door shut. You feel their eyes piercing into your back, feeling so small and helpless. Ridiculous and pathetic.

“You locked the door, didn’t you?” you say in a raspy voice.

“You’re not allowed to leave.” they answer. “Eat! And get some sleep. Tomorrow you’re working again.” they order, before stepping out and sliding the door shut.

Silence.

You lay down and stare into the darkness, listening to your own breathing, wishing you could listen to his. Sleeping next to him. Feel him. You hiss in pain, as the string tugs on your heart again, tugs hard and drags you into unconsciousness.

You wake up to the quiet sound of bugs and maggots crawling over the plate the rice cakes are placed on. You see them squirming and crawling over the plate and it makes you gag.

It stinks.

It’s still night and despite the disgusting sight next to your futon, your hunger is almost unbearable. You sigh and decide to get up. Taking a small candle with you, you tiptoe over the cold stone floor and quietly open the door to the hall leading to the kitchen. The air is pitch black around the flame of your candle and no one seems to be awake. Quietly you open the door to the kitchen, peeking your head in it to make sure no one is there.

Quiet.

You walk in and close the door behind you. Going for the counter in the corner, you search for fruit.

They can’t have poisoned raw food.

You find apples in a bowl. Taking one, you observe it for any holes or foulness.

Seems to be good.

Suddenly you hear someone at the door. You immediately blow out your candle and crouch down. The door opens and you quietly move along the counter until your sight to the door is blocked by the counter in the middle of the kitchen. The room is softly illuminated by another candle and someone walks in. Your heart is racing as you try to keep your mouth shut from breathing so fast. The light wanders through the kitchen to the bowl of apples you just took one from. With wide eyes and heavy breathing, afraid to get caught, you watch and stay still. It’s another kitchenmaid who was working here when you came in before Sukuna left. She takes an apple and before she turns into your direction, you quietly tiptoe around the counter, out of her sight. You watch the light moving into your direction and stay absolutely still. Holding your breath, she doesn’t notice you, as she walks with extremely tired eyes past your figure, out of the door.

You exhale, relieved to not have been caught. Quietly you tap through the darkness, out of the kitchen and back to your room.

Hastily you eat the apple, knowing that she also took an apple makes it easier for you. It’s still raining outside, but having eaten the apple brightens up your mood a bit. You lean out of your window and look up. The moon shines so bright through the rainy clouds. It’s the same moon that hovers over Sukuna right now. Feeling that kind of connection kind of soothes you and you wonder, if he looked at the moon and thought of you as well. The heartache strikes again and you slump into your sheets.

It hurts so bad.

You remember the last time you were in physical pain. It was at the fire. He’s not here to help you now, to hold you in this darkness and to ease your pain. You wait a bit and huff at yourself, before you get up and out of your room again. Holding the newly lit candle, you tiptoe to his chambers and sneak in.

You place the candle on the cupboard next to his kiseru, before you start to undress yourself. Naked, you tap into the small bathroom to his dresser. From the top drawer, you grab his clean kimono and wrap it around you. It’s so large, most of the fabric slides on the floor while you walk back to his bedroom. The fabric feels soft on your skin and having it on you, reminds you of him. You take his kiseru and light the tobacco with your candle. The first puff hurts in your lungs, as well as the second and third. You cough, but after continuing, it starts to relax you. His the feeling of his kimono and the smell of his tobacco let’s your mind wander elsewhere. You sit down at the edge of his bed, taking a deep puff. Slowly, you exhale the smoke, before the heartache makes you lean back on the bed. You close your eyes, imagining Sukuna standing in front of your spreaded legs. Your left hand gently moves across your tits, your fingertips giving you goosebumps, while you imagine him looking down on you while you touch yourself.

Another puff.

Your fingers glide down your torso, until your fingertips brush over your sensitive lips between your thighs. Imagining the aroused look on his face, your fingers glide between your folds. The heartache is constant but bearable, while you continue to see his face in front of your closed eyes, feeling the arousal growing in your abdomen.

Another puff.

You use the mouthpiece of the pipe to circle it around your right nipple, while your left middle finger softly dips into your wet pussy.

Sukuna

His name is on your mind, as you wet your clit with the wetness of your finger. Drawing soft circles with your finger tip on your sensitive nub, your arousal increases. You imagine Sukuna looking down on you, with his halflidded eyes, glowing red, his brow knit, while he pumps his cocks while standing in front of you, precum oozing out of their tips. You start to moan softly at the thought, letting your right hand fall back on the mattress, still holding on to the pipe. Legs start trembling, can’t bear the teasing of the stimulation of your clit anymore. You roll over, burying your face in your right arm, while holding the kiseru next to your face. The smell helps your mind keeping his picture in front of your eyes. On your knees now, your middle and ring finger enter your cunt, imagining it’s him. You imagine his sounds, his grunts and growls, his purrs and moans. The way he would grab you by the hips and just fuck into your needy holes, the way his thighs would slap against your ass, while you fuck yourself with your tiny fingers, the pleasure you feel not being comparable to the one you would feel from him. Moaning more frequently, you imagine the way he would lean over your back, grab you by the neck and push you into the mattress.

Your motions grow faster, fucking your hole with your fingers while rubbing your palm against your clit. The way he would whisper dominant words into your ear, the way he would demand you to be louder when you moan your praise to him.

The way he would call you “mine”.

With his name on your lips you come undone, quietly whining into his sheets, the heartache getting stronger with your orgasm.

It didn’t help.

You sigh in disappointment, letting a few minutes pass, before you get up slowly and put the kiseru back on its stand. Falling weakly back into his bed, you wrap yourself into his kimono and sheets and fall asleep with a hurting heart.

You wake up in his bed the next morning at sunrise. Remembering, that this is indeed not your own bed, you hurry out of it and dress yourself in your own kimono, the dagger still being secured in your obi. Every movement is a pain, as you fold Sukunas kimono neatly and put it back into his dresser. Just as you come back and start making his bed, the door opens. Without a warning.

“Oy princess.” the bitches voice rings in your ear.

Shit.

You turn to the door.

“I heard you were in charge for this whole section of the shrine now. Thought I would pay you a visit.”

“Uhuh…” you say suspiciously.

She wanders around in his chambers, looks in every corner, until she sees the candle.

“Oh what`s that?” she points at it.

“It’s a candle.” you say, turning back around to pat his sheets smooth.

“It’s not a candle that’s usually placed there. Why is it here?” you really don’t like her overly acted curious tone.

“I started working before sunrise.” you lie, as you put his pillow back in order.

“Why are you making his bed then? He’s not here.” she sneers, walking up to you behind you. “Or perhaps… maybe you slept here after your little escape attempt last night.”

Your heart is racing, but you turn around to face her.

“Don’t you miss him?” you try to sound empathic. “I remember your tears when he welcomed the new girl. You miss him just as much.”

Your words make her features twitch in anger. She steps closer to you.

“I do miss him.” she touches the sides of your arms. “I miss the way he smirks at me.”

Closer.

“Miss the way he grabs me.” the grip on your arms grow tighter, as her face comes even closer to yours. “Miss the way he fucks me.” she whispers, pushing you against the edge of the bed, causing you to sit down.

You keep listening to her attempts to make you jealous, as she grabs your neck and pushes you down, making the cut on your neck sting. Heart is racing, as she climbs on top of you, her lips at your ear.

“Miss the way he makes me scream his name.” she whispers. “Miss the way he growls how wet my pussy is for him. Now… it’s been a while. Just because of you.”

Her words make you angry, but you’re curious. The way she acts and touches you is different from the other occasions. The fingers of your right hand move into her hair, playing along.

“How did it feel to be up there on the throne with him?” she mouths against your cheek, pressing her body onto yours. “To look into his eyes?”

What?

“Divine.” you breathe, acting like you didn’t notice how she knows that.

“That’s what I thought.” she breathes heavily against your cheek, starts to rub herself on you. “Let’s miss him together…” she breathes. Her thumb moves from your neck to your mouth and pushes it in.

Fuck no.

You swirl your tongue around her thumb and suck on it, making her hiss in your ear at your actions. She keeps rubbing, until her hissing turns into moaning, as you grab her hair more harshly. Your mind can’t take it any longer and you bite down on her thumb. So hard you taste the blood on your tongue. She screams and slaps your face, before she falls back and stumbles backwards away from the bed.

Bitch.

“Fuck you and your needy cunt!” you spit at her. She starts to giggle, putting the thumb into her mouth, smacking her lips.

“You smoked his pipe.” she smirks, cocking her eyebrow at you. “You think Uraume will allow that?”

“Just tell them. I don’t give a shit.” you spit back. “Now fuck off.”

“Careful... Keep cleaning.” she says, keeping her eye contact with you, while she walks to the door. “And don’t forget to eat.” she winks at you before she leaves the room with a bleeding thumb.

I need to break something.

Angrily you walk up and down in Sukunas bedroom for a few minutes, before you catch yourself.

A deep breath.

You look around a last time and put everything in order, before you leave his chambers into the halls. Nobody walked through these halls except you yesterday, so you just look if there’s any spot to be cleaned. Of course it isn’t.

You’re pissed. About all of this. This is ridiculous.

Heartache.

You hiss in pain, before you open the door to the throne room. The bucket and sponge still lay there and you pick them up, to throw them back in the chamber, not even checking for spots to be cleaned. You conclude your work to be done without having done any work at all. Walking to the opened door to the gardens, you watch the rain still falling down and notice how it didn’t stop raining since your King is gone. Watching it soothes you, thinking the sky is just as sad about his absence as you. Your adrenaline soothes the ache in your heart but doesn’t calm your angry pulse.

Sukuna.

The door behind you opens and on the way they tap on the floor you already know it’s Uraume.

“I’ve been informed about an incident.” they say. You roll your eyes, not moving an inch. They come to a halt besides you.

“I’ve been informed, that you have been sleeping in Master Sukuna’s chambers and smoking his pipe without permission. Concerns were voiced that you might have used his pipe to satisfy other needs of yours.”

You look at Uraume in disbelief and cock your eyebrow.

“I’m not nearly as needy as some other people here. I didn’t fuck his pipe.” you add. They nod in understanding.

“It’s come to my attention that the maids sometimes pay each other a visit in Master Sukuna’s absence. Anyway, the maids are only allowed to clean his chambers during that time, not to stay there.”

“I’m not his maid.” you say, looking into their eyes with a self confidence you thought you lost a few days ago.

What anger does to you.

They lower their gaze and the corners of their mouth twitch, looking like they suppressed a smirk and it baffles you, as this is the most mimic you have ever seen on them.

Heartache.

It feels like it rips apart your insides and you moan in agony. Your knees grow weak and Uraume catches you, holding on to your arms. They help you walk into your room and you kneel down on your futon, panting in pain.

“Wait here.” they say, leaving the room. A few minutes later they come back with a cup with fresh water, traces of raindrops on their robe and hair.

“Drink.”

You figure they must’ve gone outside to get it from the well and not from the kitchen, so you comply and drink. It helps.

“You cursed him, didn’t you?” they say quietly. “And he cursed you, too.” they add. “Even a blind person could see it.”

Their words make you huff, the heartache grows unbearable. It doesn’t even surprise you that they know.

“Pathetic, right?” you hiss, not looking at them. “It hurts so much.”

A pause.

“I see it.” they conclude. “However…” they crouch down right next to you. “I need you to stay busy. Drowning in this kind of pain will kill you before Master Sukuna has the chance to come back.”

You hate how right they are.

“And you need to eat. I can see that you’re already losing weight.” they say. “I was ordered to keep an eye on you. This includes making sure you don’t die.”

“I don’t trust those kitchenmaids.” you sneer. They nod in understanding.

“As I said. I was ordered to keep an eye on you.”

You nod, their eyes seem genuine and caring. A person Sukuna trusts is a person you should trust, too.

Your days go on and you fight yourself out of bed each day, to continue to clean his room, the halls and throne. At least you pretend to. Mostly you would just sit in his room, pretending he’s sitting behind you in his armchair. Just sharing his space with you or watching you while you take a nap on his bed. Since you would spend most of your day in his chambers, you don’t cross paths with the bitch or any other maid again and no one decides to pay you a visit. Luckily. Maybe Uraume has forbidden them to enter his chambers after what happened here. Sometimes you would sneak out in the dark, to check if the main entrance is still locked. It always is.

Your strength decreases more and more each day. Uraume keeps bringing you food from the kitchen and you start to eat again, mainly because they started to watch you eat it, threatening you to force it down your throat if you don’t. No poisonous effects show on you and you don’t know if they are more trustworthy than you think, or if Uraume stays in the kitchen while the maids prepare the food from scratch. Your body keeps surviving, but your soul keeps dying. The heartache gets worse and worse with every day, sucks the energy out of you every day and forces you to take longer breaks. Sometimes you need hours to even get out of bed, sometimes you would stay in his chambers and sleep there and Uraume lets you. Weeks go by and you grow tired. So, so tired. Even your period comes and goes, marking the one month anniversary of your fleeing attempt. It’s harder and harder to get out of bed. Uraume even tries to make you feel better by trying to heal you, calling it reverse cursed technique, but to no avail. Your limbs hurt, despite your body being nourished and your mind being kept busy. Everything is fed. Except your heart. And the string keeps tugging and pulling and it always feels like it’s going to be ripped out any second. You’re being kept alive artificially and you can’t bear it anymore, feeling like you’re alive, but decomposing.

It’s been five weeks since he left.

You’re laying on the futon in your own room. After changing into your other kimono, you decided to take a break and lay down. Weakness ripped you into unconsciousness and here you are, counting the seconds until he might come back. You’ve been laying there for hours. So weak. Like a ghost who was ripped from its body. You’re just a shadow of yourself.

It’s the end of January and the snow luckily has already melted a few weeks ago. However, the rain keeps crashing down and you don’t even remember the last time the sun was shining. Not being able to move, your heart rips itself apart and you just endure it, wishing for Sukuna to dash through your door any second, to make it stop.

Months.

You wonder how many maggots would be crawling on the plate next to your bed right now, if Uraume had not taken it away. Many probably.

Maybe they would start to eat me now, too.

The door opens and you hear Uraume stepping in behind you, probably to bring you food. You’re too weak to turn around.

They set down a bowl of steaming rice and vegetables in front of your face. It smells amazing and you wish, eating it would make you feel better.

But it won’t.

It will just keep you alive. Maybe you should have let them poison you after all.

They put a stack of neatly folded clothes right next to the bowl.

You watch in confusion, before you seek their face.

“What is this?” you ask in a raspy voice.

“Locking the door was not an order from Master Sukuna.” they say, making you frown in confusion. “It was my decision, since I knew you would try and go after him. Now… I figured, a locked door can’t suppress this kind of curse you both put on each other.”

Your eyes widen at their words.

“You’re free to seek after him, if you promise to come back in one piece.”

A weight falls from your shoulders, a lump grows in your throat and tears pool in your eyes. Feeling like you woke up from a coma, you rise your upper body and grab the clothes to see what it is. Black hakama pants, a short black kimono with long sleeves and deep red ornaments and a black cape with a hood to cover your head if needed. Your heart starts racing, as you look back to Uraume with wide eyes.

“First you’re going to eat the rice. Then you may go.” they say.

Adrenaline gives you the strength to get up and you can’t help to just hug them.

“Thank you, Uraume.” you whisper into their ear. Letting go of them, after you feel them tensing up, you crouch down to eat the rice.

Uraume turns around and walks to the door.

“I will see you.” they say with a piercing look in their face. You nod, assuring them you will come back safe and sound, before you continue to shove the food in you. After you’re finished, you put on the new clothes Uraume brought for you. Taking the dagger from the obi, you stuff it into the fabric of your waist. You’re eager to go, but you have to wait until it’s dark. Wrapping the sheet around you, ready to take it with you, you wait.

Heartache.

“Shhh.” you shush to yourself, trying to ease your pain with it. This new situation gives you new energy to not just crumble under this ripping pain inside of you. The night falls and you tip toe out of your room, wearing tabi socks and holding your sandals in your hand. Once again you sneak into the kitchen, wrap some apples and vegetables into a cloth and knot it to your waist. After that you climb the stairs to the main entrance. Uraume is waiting at the top, their face being illuminated by a candle.

“Where to?” you ask, quietly putting on your sandals.

“Three days march to the south. Target is the Stone village.” they instruct, opening the door quietly. You’re fixated on the darkness that is revealed in front of you. Moonlight and wind and rain.

“Be careful.” they order. You nod and take a deep breath.

“See you, Uraume.” you peek to them a last time before you rush into the darkness, hoping that seeing him will finally cure this heartache.

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In Every Life (AFAB Ver.)

In which Sukuna falls in love with the Reader without realizing it.

Word Count: 5, 283 of slow burn. ⚠️Content Warnings⚠️: Not Beta Read, True Form Sukuna, Heian Era, Sukuna fluff, soft Sukuna, mentioned cannibalism, slight angst, Sunshine AMAB!Reader but gender neutral expressions used, Reader is not a sorcerer and is implied to be the only non-sorcerer of her village. Minors and ppl not okay with anything sexual pls DNI and have a nice day 👍🏽 AMAB!Reader (with gender-neutral pronouns) here

⚠️Further Content Warnings⚠️: Virgin!Sukuna, Sub!Sukuna, Reader and Sukuna both switch from gentle doms to subs, soft & fluffy sex, very messy sex, size difference, Reader makes out with the tummy mouth, squirting, lots of cum, cock worship, lots of fluids in general, belly bulge, lots of mouths, consensual blood drinking, this is getting worse the more I write lmao. THIS IS NOT BETA'D and I am very tired while editing this. SO! If you spot any mistakes, esp. with the body parts of Reader lmao (since I made two of these), pls tell me!

You were happy you managed to catch the attention of the King of Curses.

Sure, you didn't exactly know how you did it. You weren't strong, or exceptionally beautiful like the sons and daughters offered to him. You weren't even that smart!

You were clueless, as a matter of fact!

So clueless that, nearly a month ago, you gave the strange looking man with four arms a warm meal and a place to stay for the night - since it didn't seem like the storm would let up any time soon. He was pretty much shunned by the rest of the village upon his arrival…probably due to the overwhelming energy that sent people into fight or flight…but he was just born different!

Probably.

"What's your name, Mister?"

"…"

You quickly learned that he didn't speak much, and he does not like to be looked at. Only watching as you go about your day - trying your best to navigate through the judgement and, frankly, abuse of the other villagers; ever as judgemental about you as they were likely to talk down on you, spread rumors and try to take advantage of your endless kindness. Not that it worked, though - and for that, everyone pretty much hated you. Despite his silence, your visitor was the only one that seemed to regard you without any ounce of hatred.

Then, one day…

"Why do you entertain them?"

"Ah!" You visibly jumped at that moment - up until now you were certain he couldn't speak. His voice was lovely baritone, but held a quiet authority - much like him…and a very clear evil but you wouldn't dwell too much on that. "M-me? Oh…of course, me…"

"U-um…I'm not entirely sure, actually. I don't like them, b-but…" Those sharp, piercing eyes are distant, scanning the forest as you tried to think of a reason. "I-I guess they're my neighbors. Friends? No. But it wouldn't be right to just outright ignore them."

"Hmph, of course…" He scoffs, and rolls his eyes. "You people and your morals…"

"Do you not have friends?"

"No."

"Oh…" Your shoulders slump slightly. "Then, consider me your first friend!"

"No."

"Oh…"

When you visibly deflate, he laughs lightly, shaking his head as if he's heard something utterly ridiculous. "Why does that bother you? You hardly know me. I could be a mass murderer for all you know."

"Because you…you're…" You think for a while, before finding the right words. "One of the most unique people I've ever had the blessing of meeting."

His eyes finally land on you. "Blessing, huh?"

------

Eventually, the villagers turned violent towards you and your guest, but you did your best to keep him safe - urging him to leave, quickly. It was that day, when you were nearly beaten to death, that you learned the strange man's name.

"Die, you peasant!" There was something in the way these villagers attacked. A strange energy that made it hurt all the more. You were bloodied, bruised and beaten to the point you couldn't even find the strength to scream. A blade was pointed to your throat. "Any last words?"

Despite yourself, you manage to spit at him.

"I didn't think you had it in you." That familiar low voice, low and uninterested, sounds from behind you both. Then, before your very eyes, everyone was somehow cut to pieces. No screams, or cries…just the sounds of flesh and bone being cut apart. You were probably hallucinating...

You see your guest walk beside you - the gore, guts and limbs not affecting him in the slightest.

"Ah, you're okay…" His eyes land on you again. "B-be careful…t-there's an invisible…invisible something that's cutting people up…"

He scoffs. "And if I told you that was me?"

"What."

"Tsk." He promptly grabs you and, without you even realizing, your wounds begin healing, closing up, and suddenly you're more aware than you were a while ago. Then, with the flick of his wrist, the bodies get further chopped apart. The gears in your head start to turn and your eyes widen. "O-oh…"

"Go on, then. Go ahead." He grabs your face, forcing you to look at the disembodied people and the growing river of blood. "Run."

"No. No…" Your breathing steadies, and you relax into his hold. He must sense it with the way his whole body tenses for a moment. "Not from you."

In the silence, you can practically hear him thinking as he gets up. And when he made no move, you realized he was waiting for you. So you got up too, wordlessly, and began to follow him. After a while of silence, he graces you with his voice again - quiet, almost…soft.

"My name is irrelevant…but people call me Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses."

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And that was the start of your new life, as a servant of the King of Curses.

It…wasn't so bad! Sure, you could be killed any day, like a few of the other servants and many of the courtesans, but you also didn't do much! And, best of all, no more of those abusive neighbors! Your days were mainly spent helping the head servant - the attractive one with white hair and a pink splotch - do things for the king, for only up to four hours. Four hours! Then you'd spend the rest of the day doing whatever!

This was not one of those days, however.

Today, you were cleaning the Lord's study, in his chambers, along with the attractive head servant. There were...a strangely high number of Dokudami paintings...

"The Lord seems to have an obsession with this herb. Does he like it?"

"That's an interesting observation. Though you're mistaken. It's more the symbolism of this plant."

"And…that would be?"

"Its flowers are delicate, pure. The plant itself is medicinal against many illnesses - it's endlessly helpful. Kind. But it grows everywhere, even in the places not many grow. A surprising resilience despite it's 'delicate' nature." The head servant explains, and you can hear the tinge of amusement in their voice. "Remind you of anyone?"

"Uh…no? No one comes to mind…"

They simply snort at that.

------

The first time you were called to his chambers, you thought you were going to die. Actually, everyone thought you were going to die. They were all giddy at the thought. You didn't expect to just sit there in silence while he practiced his calligraphy.

"I can hear you thinking. Speak."

You fidget around a little, before getting the words out. "I've always been meaning to ask…why…why me, my Lord?"

He clicks his tongue. "You dare question my choices?"

"N-no! Only…I'm curious."

Sukuna is silent for a while, hand perfectly still as he thinks, before eventually speaking.

"You calm me." He sighs as his brush continues to move. "Somehow, every time, you calm me."

------

The courtesans could see you from outside, and you could practically feel them glaring daggers at you - endlessly furious and envious that you could be that close to the Lord.

"My Lord, you…never seem to show interest in your courtesans. Have they, I mean…" You weren't sure how to word it without coming off as too brash.

"Of course they try to bed me. They always do. Don't even try to hide that they're doing it to gain a semblance of power in my estate. The last two were just…" He waves his hand dismissively, tone making it abundantly clear he wasn't happy with the memory. "Had her head cut off and the second had his limbs strewn on the floor."

You feel his gaze on you, scowl evident in even his voice. "Why do you ask me about this?"

"It's just…you have so many, I thought, well..."

"Tsk. They only want something from me, and they think they can take it freely. From me. Me!"

"Surely not ALL of them…" You fidget a little. "Why would you keep them around if that was? There's…there's so many…"

You can practically hear his smirk. "Because their organs taste GREAT sautéed."

"A-ah…"

He snorts, seeing your discomfort. "Are you afraid of becoming like them?"

"I…hm…" You look up in thought. "Perhaps…"

He lets out a soft laugh. "Then you truly are a fool."

"But…I think, it would be a good sacrifice." You finish the last area, as he goes awfully quiet. "Like an offering to a god. I think…I think I wouldn't mind that."

His presence is more than clear behind you, strong and foreboding. "Do you mean it?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Liar. Everyone says that…" He scoffs. "…but, nobody means it. If given the chance…"

You hear a sound, sharp and strong, much like a blade. A pain blooms from your wrist, and you realize you're bleeding lightly - only a few drops of blood at a time. "They all run."

"No. I wish to stay by your side, my Lord. I have nowhere I'd rather be." When you relax and make no move to run, a big and warm hand engulfs yours.

"You…weren't lying." You feel lips against the wound on your outer wrist, and the swipe of a tongue against it before the wound starts to close. "You fool…"

------

Many in the estate didn't like you, jealous of how close you were to the Lord - but it wasn't everyone. Now, it was everyone. Rumors fueling jealousy and malice for the very obvious favoritism.

Taking little nibbles, you didn't want to take more than your share.

The food was beyond AMAZING. However, Sukuna simply scowls as you shyly keep your head bowed and you must feel his gaze harden by the way you flinch under it.

"I apologize. I just…don't want to take more than my share…"

"Do you mean to insult me? This entire meal is yours." He scoffs, grabbing your bowl. He grabs one of the sushi rolls and puts it against your mouth, which is still closed due to your surprise. "Eat. I won't accept this…whatever it is you're doing."

"O-oh, I-…thank you, my Lord." You open your mouth and allow him to feed you. Light blush forming from how good the food is. Yes, that was definitely why. "My compliments to the chef. This is beyond delicious, my Lord…"

And it was true, the sushi, the miso soup, selection of meats, everything tasted DIVINE.

"Compliments taken."

WAIT-

You nearly choke on your food. "I-I apologize…my Lord. I, you…for me???"

"Use your words."

"I mean, ah…" You shake your head, trying to recover from your mind going into overdrive. "You…made this for me?"

"Yes." He says it so plainly.

"What…what for?"

He doesn't answer and, for once, looks unsure. "I…I don't know."

------

When you came out of his chambers unscathed the second time, everyone - except for Lord Sukuna himself and his servant - went into a frenzy. The servants were appalled, the courtesans were fuming, and you made sure to steer clear of everyone who now seemed to loathe you. And, soon enough, all your duties were either with the head servant, with Lord Sukuna, or by yourself. Still, you didn't feel safe in the estate anymore.

Then, one night, the head servant came to your quarters, stating that "Lord Sukuna has requested I take you to his chambers."

If you weren't going to die physically, you would die of embarrassment.

Still, you followed the white haired servant to his chambers, entire form trembling as you nearly stumbled over yourself. Sukuna glances you once over, and can't help the snort that escapes his lips. You looked like a newly born fawn with how shaky your legs were.

"My sincerest apologies. I just…nervous…"

"That much is clear. Sit." Something is off and you can tell he's tense. "This probably isn't going to go how you're expecting."

You do as he says, sitting seiza in front of him. Something sharp is pointed to your throat, right where the artery is. Your eyes go wide, but after a little bit, you allow your entire body to relax. If you should die by anyone's hand, it would be his.

"Look at me." He commands and you look up, seeing him holding a spear of sorts. For the first time, you see him - truly see him. His form beautiful, terrifying and divine all at once. Your eyes and body must show your adoration, because he looks away - as if uncomfortable.

He shuts his eyes, and the spear is repeatedly pushed against your neck, as if trying. However, it never follows through. This was so easy for him, and yet…

"My Lord, if I should die today, it would be the greatest honor for it to be by your hand." Your body relaxes, eyes close and you lean into the blade of the spear. Sukuna tenses, and you feel it in his hold. "If it's by your hand, my Lord, I can only die happy."

"Yes. That much you've made clear." You hear him sigh, tired and defeated, as the spear drops to the floor. "To think this is how I'd lose…how pathetic…"

"M…my Lord?"

"Leave."

You see him, frustrated and defeated, and it makes your heart ache to see him like this. Without even realizing it, your hand reaches out and stops just before touching him. "Might I stay for you? Please, I only want…"

His glare nearly has you frozen. "THIS is how you want to celebrate a victory over me?"

"No, my Lord. I only wish to stay by your side and help how I can."

He's quiet, clearly upset. "Do what you will with me. I might as well be worthless like this anyway."

"Never to me, Lord Sukuna." You take his hand in both of yours, and bring your lips to his knuckles but he quickly pulls his hand away.

"What?!" He snarls. "What use is your loyalty to someone like me now?"

"You are my Lord, Sukuna. I serve you…" Your eyes meet his, full of longing and concern. "Anything I can do to help you, please let me…"

His eyes briefly glance at your quivering lips, leaning in without realizing before he turns away with a click of his tongue.

"Leave."

And you do as you are told.

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"How is Lord Sukuna?"

Was one of the most frequent questions you'd pester the head servant's ears with. They roll their eyes. "He's not frail, you know. You don't need to worry about him like a mother hen."

"I just…it's been a week since I've seen him! If he doesn't want to see me, that's fine, but…I-I'd at least like to know if he's okay…" You sigh. "And what I did wrong…so I can avoid doing it again!"

"Just give him time to process." The head servant states nonchalantly. "This is new territory for him."

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The silence was…

Awkward, to say the least.

Not a word uttered as he continued to paint those stupid edible weeds in the candle-light. It was already late…

"A-ahem." Your voice breaks slightly when you clear your throat, and you feel his gaze on you. "M-my Lord, if there's nothing else, I shall retire for the night."

"Stay."

What.

"Don't make me repeat myself." Clearly your reaction was evident in your body, and you choke on your words before they even get out.

"That night was my first defeat." He says, as if sensing your question, yet you hear a tired and heavy sigh. "As of now, it's been my only one."

"But…have you been okay, my Lord?"

"Always about me, hm?" He scoffs, and there's tension as his footsteps grow closer. Your eyes meet his, beautiful and terrifying, when his fingers gently tug your chin up - guiding you to look at him. Guiding your body to the mattress as he cages you underneath him. "And why not just claim your victory? I have no right to complain. Isn't that what you meant to do the night you defeated me?"

"What? No! My, Lord, no! I-I'm sorry. It wasn't-I didn't mean-It's not what you think! I could never-" Your hands cover your mouth - shocked at the implication. "Oh Lord Sukuna, I bow to you! Only you! I-I will never, could never, force something like that on you! Not then. Not now…"

"Good. This was getting overwhelming." He sighs and then promptly rolls off you, plopping down to your side. Though your skins were still touching and, for once, Sukuna didn't mind someone this close to him in this way. He was relaxed, as if his worries melted away. You couldn't help the smile that grew. This was the Lord you know - a walking death and calamity, now pacified. You both face each other and he can't help but look away, cracking under the weight of your loving gaze - full of adoration, concern and awe.

Weak.

He was weak.

"Lord Sukuna, may I?" Your hand reaches out to him, stopping just before reaching the wooden part of his face. He was so terribly beautiful.

"Do as you wish." He mumbles, and you gently hold him - even though he doesn't show it, you can feel him tense.

"My Lord, what's wrong?" There it is again, the weight that makes him feel like he's breaking without being broken. "I know you don't need it, but I only wish to help in any way I can…"

His mouth opens and closes several times before he's able to finally find the worse. "You've broken me. Made me weak…and I can't even curse you, or wish we'd never met because I'd be lying."

You chuckle. "My Lord is far from weak."

"Yet I am powerless against you." His four eyes bore into you, in them a mix of desperation and longing, as you gently stroke the wooden part of his face. Finally, he closes his eyes, relaxing against you. "And I never thought defeat could feel like this…"

"Is it pleasant, my Lord?"

"It is…" You feel his fingers tracing along your collarbone, up to your jawline and you feel something wet licking your skin as his hand rests on your throat. A mouth on his hand, gently licking and suckling on the sensitive parts of your neck. "…but only if it's you."

"Lord Sukuna…" Despite everything, you feel he's still tense. "You're tense. Would you like me to…?"

"Yes. I meant to bed you tonight, but this…it's…" He sighs. "Overwhelming. I'm not clueless, but something about you makes it all…too much…"

"Then let me lead, my Lord." You gently push him down, and he lets you - following you as you guide him. His hand takes hold of your chin, pulling you in so your lips meet his. His kiss was tentative and unsure, or perhaps more accurately, scared. Scared of every feeling that threatened to overthrow him. You eagerly massaged your lips against his nonetheless. "Please…allow me to worship you tonight, Lord Sukuna."

His breaths become heavier when you straddle him, gently undoing his kimono while he easily rips your clothes to shreds with a flick of a wrist. Your lips mark his skin gently. Moving down to worship his mouth, jaw, his shoulders, both chests and finally to the mouth on his stomach - who was breathing just as heavy. Sukuna tenses when you take his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it and explore the much bigger one with your smaller tongue.

When you pull away, there's a small pool of saliva where the stomach mouth lay open and plenty on you where the mouth-hands had left their marks on your skin. Both his cocks, beautiful, heavy and fat, sat on his stomach where they were already leaking with arousal. Sukuna's breathing turned heavy, and as your hands move to his waist, stopping just before doing anything, you look up at him. "My Lord, if at any time you wish for me to stop, please say so. I will stop without hesitation or question."

"Always about me…" He chuckles and, in a sudden movement, easily manhandles you so your dripping cunt is on his stomach-mouth. "No, I do not wish to stop. But if you truly ask for nothing in return, then let me be gracious."

"M-my Lord, ah-" Your eyes roll back when you feel that giant tongue lapping at your juices, the both of you moaning as he did so.

"Delicious…" Fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing circles as a mouth sucks hickeys on your skin and your chest - finding the sensitive nubs and harshly tugging. You hear a noise that's half way between a whimper and a moan. "…everything about you…so delicious…"

"That's it, my Lord. I'm yours tonight…" You sigh, mind in bliss as your hands find his cocks. He bucks his hips when you begin to stroke him - slowly, before building to a steady pace. His cocks were thick and fat, heavy and veiny and monstrously beautiful in all the ways that had you nervous to take him. They throbbed eagerly, dare you say even aching for your touch. Bowing down, you take one of his tips into your mouth, careful not to let your teeth get in the way. The way his tip had pulsed and the amount of arousal you had to swallow down, had you moaning and whining happily as you swallowed his cock. Amidst the low growling of his stomach mouth, you hear a noise that's halfway between a whimper and a moan, and feel him buck his hips into your mouth as you lick and suck on him eagerly - tongue, lips and hands feverishly worshipping Sukuna's heavy, monstrous lengths.

The tongue begins to enter you, and you nearly cum on the spot - nearly choking on his cock. Slowly, it reaches deep, deep enough to hit that spot that has you seeing stars - forming a light bulge on your stomach with how big it is. When you continue to moan, Sukuna's hips move on their own - tip fucking your mouth while you drool and stroke him.

You both get lost in pleasure. His large tongue tastes and moves eagerly inside you, practically assaulting that sweet spot as the stomach mouth continues to growl and whine and drool; while you eagerly suck on and stroke his twitching and throbbing lengths. A guttural moan escapes Sukuna's throat when he releases into your greedy mouth, and you do your best to swallow everything he has to offer while his other cock paints you in white. Drool, precum and his seed still leak out your mouth, though - and you quickly find it's too much.

Before you can stop yourself, your cunt clamps down on the large tongue inside you and your body goes tense as you reach your own orgasm. Fluids leak out of your greedy cunt as you squirt on his tongue, which continues to move inside of you well past your high.

His tip leaves your mouth with a sloppy and wet pop and with a groan, the large tongue takes one final lick at your overstimulated insides before it retracts back. You both are breathing heavy, shaking a little as he repositions you onto his lap. His hand caresses your face, eyes completely dilated as he makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh. "Oooh, gods, look at you…"

"My Lord, I-" Your eyes widen a little as you struggle a little in his grasp. "Wait-"

"Have you forgotten who you answer to?" He clicks his tongue. "You are in no position to make demands of me."

"I…answer to you, my Lord." You still, realizing what he was asking you. "I'm sorry."

When you look away bashfully, there's a small silence.

There's a small silence as you look away bashfully. However, when you glance back at him and are met with a frown - there was the sudden realization of an unsaid question waiting to be answered. He hasn't moved at all. Immediately, you explain yourself, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "I-I'm still a bit sensitive, is all…but I-I still want this! Truly, my Lord! I-I want…I want you, still."

Your voice comes out a little higher than you would have liked, but it seemed to quell him nonetheless.

"As am I, but…" He sighs and before he looks away, you capture his lips in a chaste but wet kiss.

"I know." You bite your lip bashfully and your voice comes out soft and sweet in all the ways that make his cocks twitch. "But, I did promise to worship my Lord tonight. I shouldn't make a promise I can't keep."

When your hands begin to stroke him again, slow and gentle, Sukuna practically throws his head back, biting back a low whimper while his stomach mouth shamelessly groaned and panted. He cursed as his hips began to move on their own, muscles tensing as his cocks grew hard again. Yet when your eyes lock he only sees adoration and longing in them as your hands worshipped him diligently. Not the empty lust he saw in everyone else who wanted him this way but could never get close.

"You look incredible like this, my Lord." Your voice comes out raspy and full of longing, and it tears a near animalistic sound from him.

"Enough." He growls, and you immediately stop. "Let me inside you."

"Anything for you." A mix of arousal, anxiousness and excitement overwhelms you as you climb on top of him, positioning yourself so his bottom cockhead kisses the entrance to your cunt. The both of you share a guttural groan as you sink down on one of his cocks, the free one throbbing delightfully in front of your cunt. Sukuna was massive, to say the least, and despite how dripping wet you both were your legs were still shaking from the wonderful strain. Although your sopping, velvety insides took him in eagerly while being stretched to their limit. The initial pain of the stretch was nearly drowned out by how wonderful he felt inside of you - fat and veiny cock completely filling you, dragging deliciously along your insides. You could feel him his arousal leak inside you, and his length pulsing like a second heartbeat. And when you fully sheathed him inside of you, you both almost lose the ability to think properly.

"S-Sukuna, my Lord…" You'd be embarassed by how shameless you sounded with your Lord now fully inside you, his fat mushroom head threatening to breach the entrance to your cervix and spurting his precum on it. His hands rested on your hips, keeping your bodies joined with a messy puddle of arousal underneath you both. Sukuna's eyes were rolled back and fluttering slightly while his stomach mouth was open with his massive tongue lolled out, making a noise somewhere between a low growl and a whimper. Seeing him like this nearly sent you off the edge.

"O-ooh, gods…" He groans when he feels you clamp down on him, and a hand pulls your head into a clumsy kiss. You feel his breath turn into full on panting when he tasted himself on you, the hands on your hips now painfully digging into your skin as he begins to thrust up into you - sloppy, slow and languid, as if trying to get even deeper than he could. Your free hands, once caressing the wooden part of his face, now move down to stroke his free cock - earning you a low growling from the stomach mouth as it started panting.

"Oh, you feel heavenly, Lord Sukuna…" As if encouraged by your words, his thrusts start to get faster, harder - a steady rhythm beginning to build. "That's it. You're doing so well, my Lord."

"Ngh, ah…" Oh, how your Lord made such sweet sounds.

Neither of you were going to last long, it was all too much.

The pain had long subsided, replaced only with ecstacy. Sukuna's fat and heavy cock dragged along every part of your insides, and the feeling of the warm arousal dripping from his tip and the throbbing of his veiny length had you near screaming into his mouth. Your Lord was completely filling you and leaving no part of you unloved. While your wet and sloppy cunt desperately sucked him in every time you and him moved, only to be rewarded as he thrusted back in and you bounced back down on him, wet velvety insides squeezing him tightly as if never wanting him to leave. Without you even realizing it, your body was unconsciously and sweetly worshipping and loving your god. "A-ah, I love you, my Lord!"

Something in Sukuna snaps upon hearing those words, which were otherwise empty - had it come from someone else.

"Let me taste you." He practically whimpers into your mouth as you both pant and continue to knot tongues. The kiss is clumsy, inexperienced, but you were far too lost in love to care - exploring your Lord's mouth eagerly while you struggle to ride his beautiful, monstrous form. The tongues on his mouths sucking, biting and tasting your skin; marking every bit of your body they could. This would hurt, but you didn't care. You only wanted to show your god how much you loved him. "And I want you to accept me, too..."

"Yes, my Lord. Anything-" This would hurt, but you didn't care - only wanting to show your god how much you loved him. "Anything you wish of me…"

With the flick of his wrist, there's a sharp pain on your tongue and a metallic taste floods both of your mouths - there's not enough damage to fully cut off your tongue, however, only a cut.

"Swallow me." Sukuna's breath hitches as he continues to kiss you, letting out a noise between a growl and a whimper, and you realize that it wasn't only your blood in both of your mouths. An offering of a devotee to their god, and a god to their devotee. You eagerly swallow each other's blood, moaning as you share the messy, bloody kiss.

His thrusts get faster and harder, his cock twitching and your cunt spasming. What was once a steady rhythm has now turned sloppy as you both rode each other into your high. Sukuna reaches his orgasm with a choked sob, and you reach yours with a scream - bodies tensing as you both get lost in each other and neither of you stop moving. His warm and thick seed floods your insides, far too copious and spilling over as he paints your womb white. Your cunt spasms and clamps down on him, almost painfully milking and sucking him in, desperately trying and failing to keep his overflowing love inside.

It feels like forever, but you eventually collapse on top of him - both of you too tired to pull out. Your minds were completely muddled, bodies shaky with the high and tranquility of post-orgasm. There was nothing but the sound of your breathing for a while, before he silently cups your face and you feel the sting on your tongue disappear. With shaky hands, you touch your tongue and find the cut was healed.

"Thank you for sharing your blood with me, my Lord." You bury your face in the crook of his neck. "If I may, might I stay the night?"

"You'll be staying here every night, from now on." Without realizing it, his lips reach your forehead. "And for the rest of eternity, you will never leave my side."

"Yes, my Lord. I swear it." It was one simple, powerful vow that had you staying by his side for the rest of your life…

And made you return to him, in every life after.

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My GAAAHD was this difficult to write. Not the actual writing part itself, oh NO. But finding the time for writing. YEEESH. Anyways, have a great day!

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[valsurfav]

Shibuya!Sukuna x Curse?Reader

(( Being a curse is the only way a scenario like this would work, sorry Shroomy :3 ))

You were currently lost in the worst possible place to be – Shibuya. The area around you was a mess of blood and destruction, no sign of life immediately catching your eye. You didn't know why you had ventured further than you were meant to, it had been a stupid idea from the start.

You wandered through the eerily silent streets, avoiding the rubble, created from previous battles that were fought, the best you could. The veil of darkness hanging over the little sky that you could see was obstructing your vision, reducing your long sight greatly.

However, you didn't need eyes when you could easily sense his presence nearby. You had been following the trail he had left for a while now, and you could definitely tell you were close. The aura made up of cursed energy only Sukuna, and a few others, could withstand was enough to make your hairs stand up and your mind rethink the decisions it had made up to this point.

This was a terrible idea, who in their right mind would follow him? Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, himself?

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After another couple minutes of walking, you finally stopped. In front of you stood Sukuna, just as you had expected – and hoped for.

Sukuna took a few steps towards you, his hands in his pockets and his stance as confident as always, but he didn't seem to be making any move to fight you.

“Come.”

Sukuna's voice broke the silence that had hung over the two of you, his command not one to be disobeyed. You had no choice if you wanted to comply or not, that was the way it was with Sukuna.

You closed the distance between you and Sukuna, leaving a little room so that it didn't seem too close for your own – or Sukuna's – comfort.

“Hold your hand out.”

Sukuna stared into your eyes as he spoke, expecting you to be obedient and listen the first time he asked. His demeanor felt a little... off... though. Sukuna could've killed you by now, so how come he hadn't?

You once more listened to Sukuna's order, reluctantly holding your hand out towards him and praying for the best. In the worst case scenario Sukuna was going to attempt to kill you, but you hoped that that wouldn't happen.

The second your hand was stretched towards Sukuna, he pulled one of his own hands out of his pocket and took it. When his hand made contact with yours, the markings on his skin began to fade away – a sign of Yuji switching with Sukuna.

Of course, you panicked a little and shut your eyes out of nervousness. You expected Yuji to say something about how you two were currently holding hands, but got no such result.

“I'm so sorry, ignore this, I don't know what's happening either–” You hurried to explain yourself, but were silenced by a familiar finger being pressed to your lips. Sukuna's.

“You talk too much. Shut it, fool.”

Sukuna didn't make any move to remove his finger from your lips, instead keeping it there to make you stay silent.

Slowly opening your eyes, you immediately recognized the place you were in. You were in Sukuna's innate domain, which meant you both were currently inside of Yuji's body – a strange thought for a curse like you.

Despite the presented large space, you felt restricted. As if you could not move. Either you felt that way because of how Sukuna was almost pressed against you, or because the domain was actually tiny.

You shifted on the spot, trying to get comfortable with what you had, when you were paused by Sukuna once more.

“Stop moving, too. I didn't drag you in here to watch you squirm.”

Sukuna finally removed his finger from your lips, crossing his arms and hiding his hands in the sleeves of his kimono. He did not take a step back and instead chose to stay almost flat against you.

You and Sukuna were so close that you could feel every contour of his muscle, every fibre of his kimono and even his... unpleasant smell (my bad, i had to add this).

Sukuna could probably hear AND feel your heart beating rapidly, both out of excitement and fear. Even if he did, he didn't bother enough to comment on it and instead focused on the matter at hand. You.

And I'm giving up here. Maybe I'll finish it one day, who knows? I wasn't planning on doing smut because Sukuna is inside Yuji's body :3. Should've picked a different arc, L for Shroomy!!

Is this even considered a sukuna x reader....

[anonymousewrites]

Of Two Worlds (Book 3) Chapter Ten

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Chapter Ten: Release

Summary: (Y/N) returns to her friends, and they make plans to free Gojo.

            “(Y/N).”

            (Y/N) ignored Tsumiki’s call and continued walking forward.

            “(Y/N)!” Tsumiki’s tired voice rose, breaking the silence hanging in the air of Tokyo.

            It was clear Sukuna had killed the remaining fighters before taking on Yorozu. (Y/N) and Tsumiki were safe to get to the others without any more fighting.

            “(Y/N), I’m not going any farther until you speak to me,” snapped Tsumiki, voice strict. She was a sister that had helped raise her brother and, in turn, (Y/N). She knew how to put her foot down.

            (Y/N) paused and turned. Her eyes were expressionless, the circles under her eyes even more pronounced than usual. “We need to keep going, Tsumiki. We need to find Itadori, Maki, Ieri, and everyone else still standing. If the Angel and Kurusu are alive, we can free Gojo. And then he can help us save Megumi.”

            “I know all that.” Tsumiki was sharp and intelligent, and after being stuck in the mind of a curse, she understood pain and fighting in a way she hadn’t before as a non-sorcerer. Her heart ached as she thought of her brother in the same position, suffering even more greatly for thinking her dead. She had been dead. “But you can’t just ignore what just happened.”

            “Nothing happened. Yorozu fought Sukuna and lost. I kept you alive,” said (Y/N) simply.

            “You didn’t keep me alive; you saved me from death. I should be dead,” said Tsumiki.

            “But you’re not,” said (Y/N).

            Tsumiki narrowed her eyes as (Y/N) continued to evade really talking about what just happened. “Yeah, I’m not. Because you healed me. Since when could you do that?”

            “You were gone for a while,” said (Y/N) vaguely.

            “(Y/N), you have more curse marks and white hair now. That’s not just time. That’s something significant,” said Tsumiki.

            (Y/N) started. “White hair?”

            “Yes, on the underside of your hair. It’s not (H/C), it’s white,” said Tsumiki, gesturing to (Y/N).

            She ran a hand through her hair. She didn’t have a mirror, but she knew Tsumiki must be right. (Y/N) felt a thrum of fear run through her. What was happening to her? First the curse marks expanded, then the glowing and her eyes occasionally turning silver, and now her hair had changed. Something was happening to (Y/N), and she couldn’t understand it.

            But it’s attached to my technique my soul, thought (Y/N). Her strength and ability to heal Tsumiki was intertwined with the changes to her body. That she knew for certain.

            (Y/N)’s eyes met Tsumiki’s. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. And I don’t have time to wonder and think about it. I need to act. So, please, can we just keep going?”

            Tsumiki’s gaze softened. “Right, sorry…I just…So much has changed and happened. And now Megumi’s…”

            In danger. Gone. In the grasp of Sukuna, King of Curses.

            “I know.” (Y/N)’s heart clenched.

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            “(Y/N)!” cried Itadori, running out the door of the base where everyone had gathered when he saw her.

            “Itadori,” said (Y/N) simply.

            “And you saved Tsumiki! How?!” said Itadori, relieved and energetic. “And your hair! What happened?”

            “I made sure she was alright,” said (Y/N), evading the question.

            Itadori was too relieved to see that Tsumiki and (Y/N) were alright after losing them during the fight against Sukuna to notice that she didn’t really answer him. “You two should go and see Ieri to make sure you’re okay. She’s healing Kurusu right now, and it looks like she and the Angel might have enough strength left to free Gojo!”

            (Y/N) let out a breath. “That’s good.” She nodded to Tsumiki. “You head to Ieiri first.” Tsumiki was the one who had nearly been dead.

            Tsumiki could tell from (Y/N)’s tone that she should just listen. Tsumiki leaned forward, hugged (Y/N) tightly, and then let go to let Itadori show her to Ieiri.

            “(Y/N)?”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and she turned.

            He was bandaged, burned, and scarred, but Nanami stood before her. He even wore a suit, strong and collected against the face of all the injuries and near-death he’d experienced. But (Y/N) didn’t care about all of that. She cared that he was alive.

            “Nanami!”

            (Y/N) ran up and hugged him. Nanami held her tightly, breathing out a sigh of relief that (Y/N) was alive.

            “You’re alive, you’re alive,” repeated (Y/N), almost unable to believe it.

            “I am. I am,” repeated Nanami. He wasn’t sure how he was, but he was. And he wouldn’t question it, not when (Y/N), the kid he viewed as family, was alive and back with him.

            (Y/N) buried her head in his chest, so many emotions rushing through her that she nearly sobbed in relief. When she finally pulled away, she blinked away the collecting tears and nodded stiffly to him.

            “I’m glad you’re back,” said (Y/N).

            “I can’t fight, not anymore,” admitted Nanami. He had been greatly injured, and Ieiri had warned against him using his cursed energy. After all the damage his body had been put through and the miraculous healing it underwent, it was too risky to use any of his technique at the moment, and Ieri advised against much usage even in the future.

            “You don’t have to,” said (Y/N). She gazed at him evenly. “I’m here to fight.”

            “…” Nanami was silent for a moment as he really looked over (Y/N). He knew she was strong, but he still couldn’t help but see the young child brought to Jujutsu Tech. The kid. And yet here she was, ready to fight in a damned war, and he had no ability to protect her.

            What’s more, (Y/N)’s gloves were gone. Nanami knew that she used them to hide her curse marks, to contain what the elders saw as the more curse-like elements of her being. And now they were on display. His eyes darted over the half, gibbus, and full moons decorating her forearms before going up to her face and alighting on the streak of white on the underside of her hair. (Y/N) was more than the kid he’d known.

            “You’ve changed,” said Nanami.

            (Y/N) blinked and glanced away before making eye-contact again. She swallowed. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, Nanami. Am I….Am I becoming a curse?” She hesitated to speak the word, but it was Nanami she was speaking to. She could trust him.

            “You are not a curse, (Y/N),” said Nanami sternly. He refused to let (Y/N) think of herself like that. “You could never be a curse.” She protected and fought for others no matter what she faced. She was no curse.

            (Y/N) relaxed at his words. She was afraid that she was changing into something she didn’t want to be: a monster. She wanted to protect the people she cared about, not hurt anyone. “Thank you,” she said.

            Nanami reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. He nodded, an acknowledgement that he believed in what he’d said. He didn’t need to ask what (Y/N) had done while he’d been injured; he didn’t need to “confirm” that she wasn’t a curse, not like the elders would if they were still there. They’d interrogate her and treat her like a monster. Nanami knew the simple truth that it wasn’t in (Y/N)’s nature to be a curse. She was a half-curse, but she was truly a blessing.

            “(L/N),” said Itadori, rounding the corner to find her and Nanami. He beamed at Nanami, still happy to see him since it proved he was alive every time. “Nanamin. Kurusu’s awake, and Tsumiki’s been checked out. It’s time to talk about what our next move is now that Fushiguro’s…” He didn’t have to finish his sentence.

            (Y/N) nodded stiffly, and Nanami’s eyes softened as he saw the pain of worry in (Y/N)’s gaze. The bond between the pair was clear. For (Y/N) to be without Megumi or for Megumi to be without (Y/N) was like the moon without the stars. The two existed together.

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            (Y/N), Nanami, Itadori, Tsumiki, Choso, Yuuta, and a variety of the others left alive stood together to discuss their next move. (Y/N) didn’t even recognized some like the person with spiky hair buns in all white, but she didn’t really care. If they were there to help fight Kenjaku or Sukuna, then they were fine. The people who knew her paused on the new curse marks and streaks of white in her hair, but they didn’t say anything. (Y/N)’s dark gaze said she wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of it. Her only concern was Megumi.

            “Are we ready to unseal Gojo Satoru?” said the Angel from Kurusu’s cheek.

            Everyone in the room looked at one another, and, upon seeing the determination in everyone’s eyes, they nodded in confirmation.

            (Y/N) clenched her fists. They almost had Gojo free. Then he could help bring back Megumi. He was the strongest. He was their, her, only hope at getting Megumi back.

            Itadori crouched and carefully began to unroll the Prison Realm on a blanket.

            “Hold on,” said the Angel. “You plan to unseal Gojo Satoru in here?”

            “Yes. Is that a bad idea?” asked Itadori.

            “Physical time doesn’t flow in the Prison Realm,” explained the Angel. “Meaning that you can’t die from causes related to time passing, such as hunger or old age. Well, unless that person chooses to kill themselves.”

            “You could use that like a time machine,” said Hakari.

            “That’s not what I’m talking about,” said the Angel. “It’s only been nineteen days since Halloween for us, but we have no idea how much time has passed for Gojo. For him, it might feel like a moment. Or it could be like he’s been alone for centuries.”

            “Oh, which means?” asked Kurusu.

            “I’m worried about his mental state,” said the Angel. “He’s the so-called strongest sorcerer of our time, right?”

            “Depending on his mental state, it could be dangerous to unseal him in this confined space,” agreed Ieiri.

            “He’s enough trouble as it is,” confirmed Nanami.

            “We can take him to an old training ground,” said Ieiri. “There’s open space there.”

            Nanami nodded. “No. 4 in the Saitama Prefecture is nearby.”

            “Let’s go,” said (Y/N). It was time to unseal Gojo.

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            (Y/N) crouched with her allies behind a rock as Takaba unrolled the Prison Realm and ran away. Above, Kurusu flew in the air with her angel wings out. Everyone watched tensely as the Prison Realm lay on the ground below them. This was it. If they could free Gojo, then they had a chance to save jujutsu society (and at the rate Kenjaku was causing problems, the world was at stake at this point).

            “Salmon!” said Inumaki into a megaphone, and his announcement reached Kurusu.

            She took a deep breath and focused before raising her hands. “Jacob’s Ladder!” she called.

            The rune of white exploded into light above the training ground. Kurusu threw her arms down, and the rune turned into a column of pure energy that blasted down on the Prison Realm below.

            The light blinded the watchers, and they shielded their eyes (except for Nanami and Ieri, who had sunglasses, and (Y/N), who narrowed her against the light). The wind and debris whipped around them from the concentrated power of the cursed technique, and everyone braced against it.

            It was several minutes until the light receded and the wind died. The group blinked as they opened their eyes and peered down into the training ground. Their hearts pounded as they gazed at the fruits of their actions.

            A crater had been blown into the training ground, smoothing the rough ground into a bowl carved of pure power. Kurusu landed at the edge as the group gathered with her. The breeze blew aside the remaining dust clouds of debris.

            No one was there.

            “He’s gone! The Prison Realm’s gone, but where is Gojo-sensei?!” cried Itadori.

            “He’s trying to find Kenjaku,” said (Y/N) simply.

            Everyone turned to her.

            “Kenjaku took the body of his best friend. Even if Gojo faced centuries in the Prison Realm, he won’t have forgotten that. He’d want to face him immediately,” said (Y/N).

            “…Wow. That makes sense,” said Itadori.

            “Wasn’t it obvious?” (Y/N) cocked her head. “That’s how I feel about Megumi.” And she and Megumi had the same bond as Gojo and Geto. One without the other meant missing a part of themselves. In a thousand years, (Y/N) wouldn’t forget who hurt Megumi.

[mybeautifulwifegojo]

fluffy AU where Sukuna and Yuji are twins sent to an alternative high school after their grandfather dies

Yuji is nonverbal due to trauma and has resorted to the "communication" he and Sukuna had as tiny children, namely, biting. (Sukuna didn't talk until he was like ten and Grandpa was unable to teach them sign language so they had to just. figure shit out.)

Pressure, duration, location, etc determine what each bite means. Bite on the ear/back of head=overstimulated, need to play or fight; painful bite on the arm=angry, annoyed, 'stop doing that right now'; light chewing on the wrist=bored, understimulated, Will Start Causing Problems Soon--you get the idea

Biting Is Not Proper Communication In Social Settings Though. so Yuji has to make do with notes and miming, because of course the school doesn't put the boys in the same homeroom.

Sukuna may be a disagreeable little shit but he is loyal to his brother. So he just decides after a week that he's in Yuji's class, now. He is so very scary even at fifteen that the teachers just. let him.

Their grades are impeccable, but they have Many issues getting along with other people. Sukuna becomes the unofficial king of the school by beating the shit out of the bullies and terrifying the staff; Yuji is a good boy, but he can't speak, and everyone makes fun of him and calls him an animal, which upsets him, which makes him want to bite because that's his only way of communicating, but that makes the other kids call him an animal MORE.

until

they are transferred to the "special education" class

which is taught by two men, Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento

and of COURSE Yuji likes them both immediately. They treat him like a person!! Gojo-sensei works out an alternative communication system with him, and makes it fun, like it's a game! Nanami-sensei doesn't take Sukuna's shit, but he doesn't take anyone else's shit either! They don't care that Yuji chews his pencils! Yuji is absolutely devoted to his new teachers within a month.

Sukuna hates them both because Yuji loves them. Gojo thinks it's funny to tease him about how he "obviously has a brother complex". Nanami just fuckin ignores Sukuna's posturing.

They are currently being cared for by their older half-brother Choso, who just lost his two full brothers to medical neglect. He is handed two teens with obvious mental distress and goes "Ah. Yes. Perfect. These two will fill the role of 'people I must protect and care for until my dying day' quite nicely." And They Do!!!!!!!

I feel like this one wouldn't have any romance, just a bunch of adults helping kids. Sukuna learns to respect the humanity of others, Yuji processes his trauma safely and comes out the other side alive and healthy (and perhaps a bit prone to biting when the world gets too much), and they are just two brothers who stick by each other even when they're so mad they want to kill each other.

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Ahh Sukuna sitting trying to understand Yuuji so that he can do better in the future hurts in a beautiful bittersweet way. When he asked about tragedies and knowing how they'll end I once again thought of MoL. I know it's a tragedy but damn it I'm still going to read the whole thing. Oh these beautiful people, maybe this story doesn't have to end that way, maybe they can save each other. Oof I feel soo sooo bad for future Sukuna he's basically living in a nightmare huh falling in love and gaining something he'd never had before only to suffer knowing the one he loves hates him and to make matters worse it's not because of what he is it is because of the choices he's made. On top of all that he's stuck cut off from the world inside the dying body of the one he loves, unable to do anything. That's like psychological torture huh. Yeah he might be suffering as much as Yuuji. Damn. Fucking loved the snail curse excellent concept it was so funny I want to ride one now. Ahh a romantic roller coaster ride all the way to the capital please ignore all the carnage left behind. Sukuna I hate to tell you this but you've fallen in love with a man with morals and a heart too big for his own good. If people are hurting he'll try to help it's just who he is. Aww festivals are no fun if you go alone. There's a lot to comment on about the way people treat Sukuna but this comment has already gotten away from me and I want to get to the moment where Sukuna says Yuuji is the strongest sorcerer because he doesn't want to make others suffer because of his own pain. holy shit that's a new favorite line I will be thinking about it for weeks thanks. Goddamn it I have to go reread cannon while ruminating on this line specifically. Ahhh this was such a good chapter and I still have more I want to comment on but this is getting wayyy too long as is haha. I didn't even get to my favorite part of the chapter so I'll probably be back in your inbox to gush about the rest of it later. Until then thank you for writing and sharing with us!!! (2)

I love designing weird curses for fanfics XD The snail was me wanting to be a punny idiot because a snail has a "foot" so what if it had...feet. And go fast. And Sukuna like yes. This creature understands my need for mindless destruction.

The snail is less cursed than a horse still.

Present Sukuna is really going through it and the depths of that are finally going to be shown next chapter when we get to the Sukuna on Sukuna violence(?) Two kings of curses cannot be kept in the same room or they will start to fight. Territorial jelly beans that they are.

Yuuji being strong because he keeps doing the right thing and trying to help others always stuck with me about his character ; w ; he tries so hard and I just want to give him a win....he is stronger than he thinks ; w ;