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Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.4 | END)

W/C 7.2k #NSFW, male!reader, top!reader, bottom!sukuna, ABO elements, heian sukuna, typical kitsune shapeshifting, jp mythology, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, unhealthy relationships, questionable relationships, power imbalance, ABO elements, gojo/megumi/yuuji/nobara cameos, yuuji/megu/nobara are early 20s, sukuna is controlling/possessive/obsessive, rough sex, not edited enough (oh well) Note: It's finally over (dies like Noctis)

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah @memedealer-exe @f0th3rr @boretheral @cicithemess @paastaboi @someone0vx

“Google says kitsune are usually attuned to one of the thirteen elements,” Nobara prattled, scrolling through the random Japanese mythology website on her phone. “Itadori, what's his element, huh?”

Yuuji pursed his lips, face growing deadpan as he thought and quickly realized he had no clue.

“Uh…”

Nobara grimaced. “Useless.”

“Hey, I didn't know they were all, y'know, elemental-y, okay?! Jeeze!”

Megumi sighed and shook his head. “We're supposed to be keeping an eye on him, not arguing about garbage you found online.”

The two country bumpkins followed Megumi's gaze to where you snoozed under a tree. It felt a little strange seeing you donned in one of college's spare uniforms, but you seemed quite pleased by the modern take on fashion and aesthetic. Yuuji wondered if you'd take to modifying the plain, black clothes the way you'd done so in the past.

“Oi, kyuubi!” Nobara called as she wandered in your direction, much to the chagrin of Megumi. “I got a question for ya.”

You spared her a sleepy glance before sitting up and stretching with a wide, toothy yawn. It almost took the three aback, seeing how sharp and distinctly not-human your teeth were.

“You and everyone else, evidently.” You hummed and combed your tail with your fingers. “Speak.”

“Is it true that your kind are, like, elemental or something?”

Megumi sighed as he rolled up beside her. “She means to ask if kitsune are elementally-attuned, whether it be to fire, water, earth–that sort of thing.”

“I literally just said that!” Nobara hissed as she smacked Megumi's arm. The raven didn't react in the slightest.

“Yeah!” Yuuji piped up. His face grew red as soon as your lazy stare flicked to him. “I-I, uh–like, y'know, fire. Or…you talked about fire?”

“You are so tactless. It's starting to get sad.”

“Can it, Kugisaki!”

You smiled. “It's true, more or less. I was taught my sort usually falls into one of the thirteen elements: celestial, wind, spirit, darkness, fire, earth, river, ocean, forest, mountain, thunder, sound, and time.

“Then, there are the broadly ‘bad’ sort, nogitsune, and the ‘good’ sort, zenko. Most say only zenko reach total divinity, but that's not always the case.”

“Yikes, so the bad kitsune can be gods too?” Yuuji asked as he sat down with you and pulled at the grass idly. “Isn't that, y'know, bad?”

“Gods are all inherently bad, as far as I'm concerned,” you said.

“Gojo-sensei mentioned you were one,” Megumi offered as he and Nobara sat, too. “A god. The people revered you.”

You snorted and covered your mouth the way you might have if you had the long sleeves of a kimono to aid you.

“They didn't mind me. I don't think they particularly liked me, considering what company I kept.” You hummed and straightened out your sleeve.

“Yeah, but…you're not him, so what's the point in hating you?” Yuuji asked, and you couldn't help but feel more weight and worry behind the words.

“I don't care what they thought of me. I only cared about what the palace residents thought. They were my family, in a sense.”

“Even Sukuna?” Megumi asked.

“That's such a stupid question, oh my god. Boys are so stupid,” Nobara said with a deadpan.

You smiled, though, and kindly still answered.

“Especially Sukuna.”

“Hey, hey! Sorry for the wait!” Gojo called across the field as he made a show of sauntering on over before teleporting in the blink of an eye. “So? Are we all–oooh, are we gossiping?”

“What, no?!”

“No.”

Gojo pouted. “My students always leave me out. Thankfully, my sweet, pious, precious (Name) is nice to me!”

“You're late, Satoru,” you sighed as you stood, tying back your chopped hair into the tiniest of ponytails. “What is the reason?”

Gojo whined and trotted up to you, rubbing and petting your ears to bring you back to his side of the issue.

“It's not my fault! All the higher-ups are sooo annoying and yap sooo much!” He shuffled behind you and played with your three lush tails much like a toddler would. “Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy that's not gonna get mad at the Gojo Satoru?”

You sighed and flicked your ear, thwacking him in the forehead with it. “Let's not waste any more time, cretin.

“What're we even doing, Sensei?” Yuuji asked, rubbing the back of his head after raising his hand like he was in class. “You didn't really tell us anythin’.”

“Yeah, I thought we were just watching the fox until he had to go back in his cage,” Nobara said, arms crossed and expression sour. “Seems kinda stupid. He's not even a threat.” But Yuuji knew there was little truth to that statement.

“I'm guessing the meeting was about relocating (Name).” Megumi looked at Gojo. “So what's the plan?”

–

The five of you walked endlessly through the vast forest surrounding the college. Your gaze traveled up sky-scraping trees, admiring the ancient song of life only you could hear through the soil and air. Wind danced across the verdant canopy above, scattering beams of molten sunlight across the forest floor and dappling the shoulders of the sorcerers before you with golden kisses–a sight you so sorely missed from your tenure at the palace.

The land was not crying here. You'd heard the distant sound from the concrete jungle resting far below the rise of the college, and it shrouded you with jaded confusion and contempt for what had been done to the world in your stead; if you'd been smarter, wiser to the plans of one, could you have prevented this? Or were humans simply inevitable with their evolution? Perhaps it was up to the Earth to find the yang after the yin.

“Okay, this is it!” Gojo called, snapping you from your rampant thoughts.

You looked to where he gestured, and found a simple building. It was reminiscent of the college in its design–modern, but clearly inspired by traditional architecture–and it looked fairly new. A bell attached to a rope stood at the forefront, as did a well for mortals to throw their offerings before ringing the aforementioned chime. Beyond that, the shrine lacked character and decoration. It was a clean slate.

You blinked owlishly, and tilted your head. “This is…?”

“A shrine! For our new on-campus god! How fun is that, huh?” Gojo smiled, proud for a reason you couldn't decipher. “You get to make it home!”

The younger three all deadpanned, looking between each other, trying to parse if their teacher was delusional or just being a menace to society and doing this behind the council’s back. Honestly, it was up in the air.

“I–is that even–” Megumi tried, but gave up and rubbed his face instead.

“So…(Name)’s gonna be, like, our resident god, or something?” Yuuji wondered, feeling his heart pitter patter just a little faster.

“Haha! Sure, if you want to think of it that way.” Gojo smiled and looked toward the blank canvas of a shrine. “In exchange for divine favour, we grant sanctuary. Home. A place to call your own.”

You didn't say much, but your tails swished and flowed as you stared at the humble abode–your humble abode–and inhaled shakily.

“I suppose this will do,” you conceded, still too unwilling to give Gojo the satisfaction of knowing he'd touched your heart. “It's a bit stingy, however.”

“STINGY?”

“Indeed. Now, begone–I have work to do.”

–

Sukuna reached for you when he dreamed. He didn't need to sleep, he had no use for it as he was now, but he convinced himself into the realm of the unconscious regardless, searching for the doorway leading to your mind.

And he tried night after night, day after day, searching and sitting outside the palace of your inner realm once he found the entrance. The door was the same as the one leading to your chambers in your shared home; a simple, sliding door of wood and paper. Beautiful. Comforting.

He knew the door wouldn't open for him, not yet; he deduced what may have happened, and what that would have meant for you all and himself as a result. He'd have to be patient. Wait for you to let him in to confront him, or seek his comfort.

But he didn't expect the door to open so suddenly behind him, sending him rolling onto his back and staring upside down at the most magnificent sight he'd ever beheld–a kyuubi, sitting poised across the room, dressed in a haori several sizes too big, waiting with his back turned as candlelight flickered and lulled the room into a lazy, sleepy haze.

Sukuna righted himself and stood, spirit flailing and tearing itself apart in his uncontrollable want for you, for a desire to return back to the simplicity of this time. But he couldn't go back. Maybe he could recreate it.

“Fox,” Sukuna murmured, excitement igniting the small, human body he'd been forced to mold his soul into. It felt so much worse in this form, his want being so much more fucking unbearable and burning a hole in his damn chest and skull.

You shifted, head turning the slightest toward him yet refusing to give way entirely. But, then you stood, and Sukuna suddenly understood how you felt in the presence of his overwhelming power.

You stood tall. Proud. Powerful. Your ears pointed towards the heavens while your tails fanned against the gates of hell when you turned to face that lover of the past, the one you held so dear for decades.

Sukuna almost felt weak in the knees (or was that somehow Yuuji interrupting his delusions?) when bright red markings caught the light, shimmering in divine sparks of orange and teal in the firelight–and your eyes. Your eyes. They burned with higher purpose. With unreadable certainty and alien understanding. You made Sukuna's gut coil with need.

“My Sukuna,” you whispered to the room. You took a step forward, and Sukuna eagerly met you the rest of the way. “You look so…small.”

He looked up at you–yes, up--and admired your face and godly stature and just how fucking tall and unearthly and powerful you were looming over him.

“Stuck looking like this fucking runt while I'm in his body,” Sukuna explained bitterly. He reached a hand up while he spoke, and you graciously leaned down to let his skin touch yours.

An ache curled under Sukuna's skin, flushing his complexion with heat and suffocating him in those unbearable sorcerer uniform garbs. His pants strained too tight, his jacket and hoodie made his core swelter and his mind grow fuzzy. It was torture.

“He looks so much like you,” you drawled, holding Sukuna's face in kind. You hummed with sympathy when he moaned and leaned into your touch, only abandoning his own rediscovery of your features to hold your palms against him, to indulge in everything so wholly you.

“Forgot what I look like, huh,” Sukuna huffed. “This brat looks like a beaten monkey.”

“So did you.”

“Hey.”

“But I adored you anyway, did I not?”

Sukuna scanned over your face slowly, methodically, wondering.

“Adore. You mean ‘adore’.”

“Perhaps.” You smoothed a thumb over his cheekbone. “It's been some time.”

“You chose me. You belong to me.” Sukuna's lip curled as he growled and forced your hands into his skin firmer as though to leave scars. “Mine. Only mine.”

Your lips quirked upwards and Sukuna pulled you down to kiss you. His voice reverberated between your linked bodies as your tongue licked into his mouth far enough to nearly make him choke. You kindly pulled him flush against you, wrenching more pleased, needy noises out of him with no effort at all.

“You're as starved as Yuuji,” you whispered as his hands fumbled with your ornate clothes, yanking and pulling at them with reckless abandon.

“Shut up.” His grumbling lessened just a bit when you eased your robes open, exposing your perfect skin to him once again.

“I believe it'd displease you if I stopped talking, no?” You tore the clothing off the other's body as he pulled you down to the floor with him, suddenly so eager to submit.

Sukuna scoffed. “I–just touch me, fox.”

It was your turn to purr and keen, basking in the soft tremble of anticipation the all-powerful choked on as he spread himself bare beneath you, your garbs cascading all around him like a waterfall–only you would get to see him, chest heaving, eyes swirling with lust and need, hidden behind a curtain of embroidered flames.

“Poor thing.” You dug your nails into his hips and dragged him toward you, prodding your aching length against his unprepared heat. “You've been so long without touch. Without love. Do you still think it's meaningless?”

The curse snarled, and you caught him by the throat, pinning him in place and jamming your other hand's fingers down his throat before he could bark back at you. And just that simple torture had the king's hips twitching and bucking, slowly falling into time with the rhythm of your digits slipping in and out of his bratty mouth.

“F-fuck you,” he gasped once his mouth fell empty.

You chuckled smoothly. “It's simply food for thought.” You pressed two fingers into him and worked inside with ease despite the crushing heat clamping down around you. You didn't know if his sweet, little body wanted you to stay put or fill him faster.

“Fuckin'--annoying, shithead, bratty fox–” he cut off with a ragged moan as you pressed against his prostate and rubbed against it slowly, firmly, deliciously. His eyes fell shut and his brows twitched up, a vivid look of desperation and concentration making him look far too vulnerable and breedable for his own good.

“It's strange,” you hummed, working him a little faster and jamming your fingers against his sweet spot over and over. “I never thought you'd willingly submit.”

“I need it,” Sukuna growled, fisting his hand around his weeping length and stroking to the beat of your fingers. His hips bucked forward and back, unsure of what searing pleasure to lean into more; luckily for him, you were keen to up the ante.

Your fingers slipped out and Sukuna snarled, crimson eyes snapping open to brand you with frustration. You felt the whip of desperate commands about to crack off Sukuna's tongue, so you wasted no time filling him back up, stuffing him beyond his limits.

The man almost gasped, though it could have just been the force of your cock punching the air out of his lungs. You pulled him against you, seating him to the base with a little effort and brute force. You knew he liked the pain. Pleasure was closely acquainted with it, after all.

“This is what you wanted,” you murmured as you rocked into him.

The curse didn't know if you beckoned an answer from him, or simply stated the facts. So, he didn't answer you. He instead gripped onto your shoulders to keep himself steady while you effortlessly drilled into his core with each and every thoughtful roll of your hips.

And it felt good. An uncomfortable, searing stretch accompanied the deep plunges filling him beat after beat. His body tightened and clamped down around you, forcing your length to rub against the weakest, most sensitive spots inside of him–places no one would ever dream of hitting inside the unruly king. None besides you, of course. You were different. Better than the rest. Fit to fuck and fill him if Sukuna so desired it.

“(Name),” he groaned when you changed up the angle, aiming to rub up against the ceiling of his insides with every thrust. You tortured his weak spot, and made a casual show of forcing his stomach to bulge and distend whenever you bottomed out entirely, and Sukuna reveled in it. He wanted to be yours. Just yours.

“You're so sweet when you submit,” you cooed, leaning down and nuzzling against his neck as you fucked into him harder and faster. “You should have done so sooner.”

Sukuna should have clapped Back, but he couldn't; he was too busy trying to angle himself to somehow get you deeper. He was too busy trying to pull you closer, to graft his thick thighs to your scar-riddled sides like a branch on a tree. He couldn't spare a single braincell on your arrogant Teasing when all he could think was, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me–

“Now he's lost his voice,” you sighed. “Such a pity.” Your hips hit particularly hard to punctuate, and Sukuna grunted.

“Again,” he choked out. “Fuck me like that.”

You branded a smile into his skin with a hum. “Are you sure? I won't stop if it's too much.”

Sukuna opened his bleary eyes and spied your nine tails fanned out, cloaking the ceiling from sight. It felt like staring death in the face. Maybe he'd been in its clutches this entire time. Maybe he wanted–needed–you to be the end of him.

Your hand found his throat again, and Sukuna nodded as best he could, too overwhelmed and overstimulated to get words out of his open mouth–but grunts and groans had no issue bursting through as you left mercy by the wayside and destroyed him as thoroughly as he requested. You were, after all, a selfless god.

Sukuna's eyes rolled back as his head tilted in kind, mouth left agape as you burned him alive; every push of your body into his lit new fires, and every second you stayed connected, more of his soul exhausted itself before rising from ashes once again. The tightness coiling in his stomach grew unbearable and insatiable, hungering for more and more and more until–

“There's no shame in coming undone,” you cooed, your lips and fangs replacing the hand in his throat and peppering apologetic kisses. “Unravel for me, my love.”

My love. My love. My love.

“Fuck,” Sukuna gasped. He clung to you, and you raised your head to kiss him, swallowing his strained noises to keep them a secret from the outside world and himself.

He grabbed at your shoulders and arms as his head tilted back and a hoarse cry left him–just as his body clamped down and sent him over the edge, he realized pushing in and out had become more taxing. Perhaps because of his cumming, or perhaps because of the ungodly thing swelling at your base and ripping him open.

You worked him through his high, never thinking of pulling away from him when he needed you most. Because this was bound to end. He was bound to wake up and feel cold where your hands now touched. He was stuck in the body of another with no hope of reaching you unless he somehow, some way turned the tables on all those weak sorcerers and broke free.

But he would. He'd claim his vessel and walk amongst the new world, autonomous and untouchable. It was only a matter of time.

–

Though Sukuna was selfish in chasing his own pleasure, he soon found immense satisfaction in yours.

The number of times he'd trap you against a wall and finger you until your legs gave out and your voice ran hoarse was too great to count. He couldn't help himself; that bewildered, wide-eyed look you gave him every time you were let go to fix your robes and catch your voice screamed, what was that for? And boosted Sukuna’s ego. He reveled in the glory of being the only one to do this to you, to being the one who forced you to lose composure.

In his chamber, he indulged further. He'd work thick fingers deep inside of you while his other hands roamed and touched, stroking, pinching and rubbing wherever he deemed needed attention. And you were putty in his hands, absolutely melting into everything he did to you, even if accompanied by a shock of pain.

Because you were a creature who only knew sex for the sake of bearing children. Beyond that clan using you in an attempt to create half-breed sorcerers, your primal nature influenced you to only seek out a mate for the purpose of bearing children, and not necessarily for pleasure.

But Sukuna was the opposite. He never thought of siring children. He only thought of pleasure of another's body and the thrill of total domination over them, never the idea he'd suffer the consequences of an heir; he had those women drink a special tea to prevent that for a reason, especially when a handful had come to him, offering their bodies in return for fame and perceived power.

With you, he could entertain the idea, however.

Yes, the mere idea of watching you walk around the gardens, properly swollen with his children, with physical proof of his ownership and coupling with you, sparked something akin to greed in his chest. Though it was a little warmer than just that, admittedly.

–

Yuuji liked you. There was no escaping it, no denying it–he liked being around you. He liked your smile. Your tails. Your ears. The way you scared the shit out of him the first time you properly met. You were just…weird. Interesting. Kind of like Yuuji himself.

But you were kind, too. The times he wandered out to meet you at your shrine to “check up on things,” or because he was bored, he always found you tending to your gardens, talking to the passerby wildlife, dozing at the entrance, and his heart would do something funny in his chest.

Then his mind would rot until all he could see was you sprawled beneath Sukuna, singing the king’s praises while he fucked you into the tatami and bred you.

It wouldn't stop there. Sukuna would taunt him, poisoning him with sinful thoughts and diabolic urges:

You think that fox'll give you the time of day? You, a petulant runt with not a shred of experience beyond your hand? Hah.

Consider it a blessing--you'd probably cum too fast to enjoy him properly. You'd embarrass yourself to death.

I know you think about him when your hand's around your cock. You wish he'd warm it, no? Wish you got to watch his ass take you in?

Go on, why don't you just try? Fulfill your fantasies! Maybe he'll act the part of a pious, pitying god and throw you a bone.

Yuuji, for as airheaded as he could be, knew Sukuna wanted to indulge in you through his vessel. Or, he truly believed Yuuji wouldn't be able to hook up with you and live to remember it. Maybe he was right.

But the young man thought you had a soft spot for him; he wasn't great at reading people by any means, but he thought you always gravitated to him before the others. You always held more warmth in your eyes when they fell upon him, and your preening touch constantly found him, your hands always smoothing out the creases of his uniform while deft fingers fixed his hair and pleated his hood into more attractive folds.

Maybe your touchy-ness toward him was a culmination of your need to parent something. Yuuji didn't fully understand it, but Gojo mentioned something about you wanting children, but you couldn't have them. Not anymore. And so those urges manifested in other ways.

But the young sorcerer wasn't so sure anymore.

“My Yuuji,” you cooed when he came to visit. “You're back again so soon. Is everything alright?”

Yuuji smiled and braced for impact, bowing his head the slightest bit to let you bonk yours against his in greeting. It really reminded him of the way cats would welcome each other. Thankfully, you didn't seem too eager to mark him with a dose of spittle, though.

“Yeah, everything's cool. Just–dunno. Wanted to come see what you were doing, I guess.” The sorcerer shrugged and pocketed his hands after you'd finished lovingly headbutting him.

“Mmh. Well, I certainly don't mind the company.” You smoothed back his hair and fixed the wild flare of one of his eyebrows before stepping away and meandering back towards your shrine. “It feels like something's going to happen soon.”

Yuuji's stomach flipped. “Yeah? You think so?” He followed you, watching the hypnotic swaying of your tails and hips and ass–wait, wait, wait, no, no, no–

What? Am I wrong? Sukuna's voice purred. Looks downright breedable, doesn't he? He said it more like a want than a taunt, this time, like if he were in Yuuji's shoes, he'd jump on you and pick up where you left off.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Yuuji chanted, trying to calm down. Don't ruin this!

Ruin what? Your sad attempt at courtship, brat?

Yuuji said nothing. Sukuna howled with laughter.

“Natural disasters cannot always be predicted,” you murmured, bringing Yuuji back to the present. “And they can never be stopped.”

The younger frowned and rubbed the back of his neck as he followed you inside. “Eh, I mean…we can stop a lot with sorcery, can't we?”

“And if that disaster is born of sorcery? What then?” You snapped your fingers, and every candle in the room ignited with amber flame.

“Uh…I mean…” He sighed and rubbed his face. “I still think we can stop it. We'll figure out a way!”

You sure about that, brat?

You laughed, soft and kind, bringing a smile to Yuuji instead of a ticked off frown. You had a way of settling his nerves and relieving the tension from tightly wound muscles. Is this the effect you had on Sukuna? Is that why he cherished you so much?

“I admire your optimism, Yuuji. Perhaps I should aspire to be like you,” you said.

Yuuji's face flushed. “E-eh? Wh–no! You're awesome the way you are! And, uh, you're–y’know. You're good!” Smooth. Eloquent. Exceptional.

You hummed and wandered further into the back rooms, allowing Yuuji to follow you to your chambers to relax. “Well, I'll trust your opinion, then.”

“Okay. Yeah. Cool.” The sorcerer cleared his throat and messed with his hood as he followed your lead, admiring the tidy, comfy space you welcomed him into. Pillows and blankets were plentiful and all bunched together on a futon, so much like the nests Yuuji often saw in his dreams. It felt a bit…intrusive to see it in person.

“Hey, uh,” Yuuji started, “I–can I ask something?”

You seated yourself down across the small, simple kotatsu, and gestured for the younger to join you. “Of course.”

The sorcerer sat down across from you. “You and Sukuna. Were you guys–did you ever…y'know.”

You tilted your head, curious. “Go on.”

“Were you, like, in love? Or something?” Yuuji's face burned red at the words. Talking about love was so damn awkward for some reason, especially when it had to do with Sukuna and the fox Yuuji himself pined for.

“Ah.” You tilted your head the opposite direction, and hummed. “I was in love, yes.”

Yuuji's chest ached. “Even now?”

“Eternally.”

“Do you want him back?”

You didn't answer right away, and the festering pain spread from his chest to the tips of his fingers; of course you wanted him back. Of course you wanted your ancient, all-powerful lover back. Why would you ever accept Yuuji in his place? A weak, mortal being?

Before Yuuji could retract the question, you'd shuffled around to his side of the table and held one of his hands in both of yours. The younger couldn't bear to look at your face, and so kept his eyes trained on your elegant fingers smoothing over his rough, scarred knuckles.

“I would not trade a soul that walks amongst the living for a soul that has already lived its life,” you said. “Sukuna has lived. And he has died. He may rise once more, but I do not seek to aid it; he chose to die in hopes of living forever. He must accept what his decision brings, as must I.”

The storm inside of the sorcerer calmed the slightest bit. Sails no longer whipped and frayed; they caught wind and led his heart back to placid waters, though the depths of the oceans could always threaten future treachery. For now, however, Yuuji found safety.

“Man, you really are like Yoda,” He laughed, filling the room with renewed brightness.

You blinked owlishly. “Yoda? What that is, I do not know.”

Yuuji laughed harder and clasped his hands around yours. “Nah, don't worry about it. It's a good thing, though. From one of the movies Gojo-sensei made me watch.”

“I would strongly advise against taking lessons from that man, Yuuji.” Your brow creased as your hands clutched his in a death grip. “He’s not normal.”

Yuuji grinned, then, and held your hands just as tightly. “Yeah, he's weird. But he's smart, too! One of the strongest guys alive, y'know?”

“Even the strongest can make mistakes,” you said. “Even the strongest can lose, Yuuji. Always be careful, even if victory is assured.” Your careful touch graced the curve of his cheek. “I would hate for your visits to stop.”

The sorcerer's heart beat in double-time.

“Yeah,” he said. “Me too.”

–

The leaves crinkled and rustled, flashing shades of amber and ruby in the dwindling daylight. Gone was the warmth of Summer's smile; now, the cold, fierce nip of Autumn cut through the air, whispering secrets about the first frost and what it would do to devastate the green around you.

But you were a god. A creature of fertility and good luck. And so, the grass did not die, and the forest did not wither under the coming winter's threats.

It seemed your gifts could not reach into the depths of your soul, however. Perhaps you weren't to indulge in the privilege of what you brought the world--the mortal things around you could make use of a blessing from the divine, but could the divine themselves? Could you bring yourself a remedy to your loneliness the way you brought life unto the ground beneath your feet?

You didn't know.

–

The end of October came, and the world trembled with the force of thousands of lives ending in misery and terror. You beheld it from your home, the sight of the clouds turning orange and red as hellfire devoured all.

Bless me ‘n wish me luck! Gojo had said last time he swung by. Definitely don't need it, but you're my favourite cheerleader, y'know?

That was not too long ago, perhaps a day prior. Maybe it'd only been twelve hours ago since you last saw him. Three hours ago since you last felt his celestial presence upon the earth.

“I would hate for your visits to stop,” you murmured, and your chest froze with the cold.

–

Winter brought with it snow and darkness. Kuraokami had his ways of slipping his icy presence through the slivered cracks of wood grain no matter the time or place; the great dragon would be heard and seen if it was his final act upon the earth.

Not even you could keep him out, the lesser deity you were. But you didn't mind the company; the cold breaths against your skin woke you from nightmares and empty blankness when you dozed and dazed, feeling the days slip by and blur together into one grey smear of solitary existence.

Something had happened. Ever since the sky lit ablaze in a familiar scene of ungodly strength, you felt a shift in the state of existence. In your relevance in the grand scheme of the college and history.

Your sorcerers lost their way to you, you realized. The cushions around the kotatsu stayed fluffed and untouched save for one. Five of the six clay tea cups gathered dust as they waited, hopeful, like you.

–

You woke to the feeling of hollowness. It jostled you to consciousness, in fact; those two little unborn lives swirled and stirred, clawing at your stomach before vanishing in an instant.

Maybe they'd grown too sick and weary of the loneliness and snow, too.

–

Sukuna had walked down this path too many times. And too many times he'd been unable to move, unable to claw his way out of the prison of his vessel to get back to you–but things were different now.

He held a bundle of blankets close as he wandered toward a speck of verdant green amidst the snowy whiteness blanketing the forest, and remembered a distant past he yearned to return to:

Sukuna was a restless creature. He often distracted himself with challenges, duels, leafing through stolen knowledge of other clans–but, on rare occasions, none of that would appeal to his tumultuous mind.

You always appealed to him, however. You, with your lavish tails, your exquisite appearance, your superior poise and prose, you always enthralled him, made him wonder and stare.

Maybe it was because you were always doing something. If you weren't tending to his women, you were meandering around the palace, admiring trophies earned in whatever form they came in: art, weapons, bones. If you weren't doing that, you might be in the garden instead, fine-tuning the patterns drawn in the zen garden yourself and feeding the massive koi. If not that, then you might be asking Uraume to teach you to cook, or you could be fiddling with your loom or–well, it could be anything.

Sometimes, you’d choose to lay with Sukuna and keep him warm and content throughout the dreary haze of winter.

You didn't hate winter yourself, no, but Sukuna most definitely did. The snow and ice were a pain in the ass, and they always threw the garden into a messy disarray of dead foliage and slushy mud that'd have to be tended to come springtime. And it was cold as hell outside. Who asked for that? No one.

“My love,” you cooed as you stepped to his side while he stared out the window. “Glaring won't make the seasons change.”

Sukuna scoffed. “That a challenge?”

“Not at all.” You reached up and smoothed his hair back, stopping pesky, rebellious strands from tickling his forehead. “I'd hate to see what you'd do in an attempt to play god.”

“I'm already a god,” he countered as he snatched your hand from his hair and looked down at you.

“Not a god of the seasons, I'm afraid.” You held his hand and pulled it down to kiss his knuckles. “But a god amidst men, nonetheless.”

Your beast hummed deep in his chest. You had a funny way of setting his roiling soul at ease with your effortless praise and acknowledgement.

“Knew there was a reason I kept you around,” the man purred, leaning down to touch his forehead to yours.

You leaned up into the soft gesture like a cat too eager to be pet. “You'd be quite bored without me.”

“No kidding. I'd go fucking mental if I didn't have you to entertain me.” His voice was a murmur, then, and softened even more when your warm hands cupped his cheeks like he was a priceless, fragile artifact: precious, special, breakable.

“Yes, yes, I go insane in your stead, loved one.” You touched your nose to his, then, before placing the softest of kisses upon his lips.

A light, sighed grumble slipped past Sukuna's lips when your skin left his. It was his turn to nudge his nose against yours, earning himself a petal-like smile from his prized possession, before he blessed you in return, trying to match the kindness you'd met him with.

You held the front of his garbs as you leaned up into him, and his hands all found their places on your smaller frame in return, pulling you closer, keeping you against him. He hardly wanted anything like this in the past before you came along and tore his mind and soul to pieces before hunkering down in the hollow of his ribs and setting up shop. It was aggravating. Captivating.

“Come,” you softly beckoned, slipping away from his desperate hold and leading him back to the bundle of blankets and linens he’d learned to accept as a bed.

As always, he had no choice but to follow, abandoning his mad-dogging of the outside world to join you and the infinite warmth his personal Amaterasu brought him.

“You’re lazy as hell in the winter,” Sukuna noted as he sat himself down in the middle of your nest and let you get to work adjusting blankets and such around the both of you for optimal comfort.

“You're free to traipse off into the snow if you so wish.” You settled yourself by Sukuna's side and tucked under his heavy arms. “I will remain here. Warm. Dry. At peace.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes and pulled you close to his side, squeezing a chirped purr from your chest. “Think I'll pass on the snow.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling warm and content with the settling silence engulfing you as the snow engulfed the world. Winter was the only season where he'd stay by your side, so you often indulged in it, bothering him and sticking to him like a needy pet until spring inevitably rolled around to ruin your happy spell. Because Sukuna was more wild and feral than you. He had to go wander, to go fight. Otherwise, he'd have no purpose.

Unbeknownst to you, he may have another purpose in mind.

His hand breached your clothes and reached down, stopping just above your navel to your surprise. There, he drew gentle, thoughtful circles against your skin. You felt pulses of cursed energy flicker and feel, searching for something neither of you yet knew of.

“What is it you're looking for?” You murmured, knowing full well what he sought.

Sukuna inhaled deeply and exhaled just as heavy. “How long does it take to get one god knocked up, huh?” He tutted and looked down at you, holding an annoyed look while you met him with doey, lovey eyes as you leaned into him more.

“I'm sure you'll be the man who finds out.”

Sukuna grinned to himself and adjusted the lump of blankets he held. Arrogant pride blossomed in his chest alongside his bolstered ego; if he could do this as a mere man, what could he do as a curse?

The king sighed as he breached the warmth of the halo surrounding your humble, comfy abode. He was getting sick of the shit weather in the games, all the cold and emptiness. Being near you was what he needed.

“Oi, don't make a fuss,” Sukuna grumbled lowly to the whining duo he adjusted in his arms. “You wanna get inside or not?”

But before he could make use of his newly freed arm, the doors slid open before him.

And you stood there. Tired. Disheveled. Eyes big and hopeful, yet rimmed with disbelief and shock as you stared at your man and the package he brought to your doorstep.

Sukuna would be lying if he said he didn't melt, too. Being here, standing firm and whole and so very real and untethered in the spot other sorcerers stood in their attempt to spirit you away from him–it was the reason for his existence.

And so was your arms wrapping around him and holding him close.

“Ho? So you did miss me, huh?” He hummed, looping an arm around you and pressing you closer to him. “Sure didn't act like it earlier.”

“I didn't wish to believe in something that felt untrue,” you murmured into his shoulder. “Even now, you're not…entirely yourself.”

Sorrow stained the undertones of your voice. Whether it was for the fate of Fushiguro Megumi, or for the state of your lover, Sukuna did not know.

But he was here. He was tangible. He was in control. Finally.

“At least I'm here, yeah?” He said. And you nodded.

You led him inside and into the room filled with comfort and warmth. Works of embroidery lined the once-unremarkable tapestries draping down from the ceilings and walls, and the wooden pillars now boasted intricate carvings in various states of completion. Seemed like you'd gotten quite bored in your wait.

Sukuna sat with you, being the man to finally make use of the fluffed cushions around the kotatsu as he dragged it to your side to stay close. You needed it. He thirsted for it.

The bundle whined and cooed as soon as Sukuna’s ass hit the cushion, and he sighed. “Think you can take care of this, fox?” He teased, but felt a rush of something overtake him when he caught you with your ears perked, tails swishing, back straight as you stared down at the bundle.

He eased them into your arms and, with shaking hands, you pulled back the wooly linen to find two perfect little treasures staring up at you with big, red-lined eyes. One held the colour of yours, while the other took responsibility for sporting Sukuna's hues, but both boys’ eyes glimmered with divine flecks of gold and amber. Their hair blushed with the colour of sakura petals, and two, itty bitty tufts of soft onyx ears dotted both of their heads like chocolate chips in strawberry ice cream.

Two perfect kits. Your perfect kits.

“You seriously wanted these things?” Sukuna asked, teasing and rude, but softer and warmer than the fire burning in your chest. “Gotta say, they're pretty fucking annoying.”

You swathed your tails around them and purred with the ferocity of an avalanche as you leaned into your partner and doted on the teeny tiny babies he'd somehow brought back to the land of the living. A part of you felt guilty for what this could mean. The rest of you screamed, I don't care.

“Look at them,” You whispered, tracing the roundness of their cheeks with a gentle touch. “They're beautiful.”

“Well, lookit who their parents are.” Sukuna chuckled and held you against his side, which you eagerly melted into. “Kenjaku had a plan for them too, turns out. Who woulda thought?”

“You never told me,” you said. “Why did you not tell me?”

“You would've been pissed,” Sukuna said, voice matter of fact. “Better to just do it and reap the benefits later.”

You looked up at him, and found his gaze locked onto you. “That's quite selfish.”

“I'm a king. I can do whatever I want. I can have whatever I want,” He reminded you. “As soon as I take care of a few pathetic, loose ends, everything'll be in place. Right where it all needs to be. And life goes back to normal."

Your heart did something funny when you read between the lines. “Must you–”

“Don't question me.” Sukuna grabbed your chin and forced you to look down at your snoozing babes. “You’ll lose this. All of this. You'll be left with nothing all over again if I don’t finish this off. That what you want, fox?”

“You know the answer,” you murmured, too content to let him guide you and sway your reason. He tugged your chin toward him, forcing you to look his way again.

“Tell me anyway.” Tell me what I want to hear.

How could you refuse?

“No matter the case," you murmured, soft as forgotten winter snow, "you will always have my favour, Ryoumen Sukuna.”

–

Forever to be loved, herein lays a God's young,

Imprisoned by none, held dearly by the Disgraced One.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x male reader #sukuna x m!reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you #male reader insert #male reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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seredelgi · 1 month ago

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What gets them going?/ JJK x fem!reader

Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori, Kento Nanami, Ryoumen Sukuna

tw: nsfw, 18+, mature content, smut, kissing, making out, sex, raw sex, groping, oral sex, fem! receiving, explicit language, bondage, non-con kink, the sex is consensual tho, spanking, marking, hickies, teasing, edging, dry-humping, possessive behavior

Disclaimer: all featured characters are depicted as adults

There’s nothing Gojo enjoys more than the feeling of you writhing on top of him as he sits on a chair. He can’t resist you when he’s got you on his lap, straddling his hips and grinding on him as a way to relieve all the tension of the day away. You’re flushed and panting, mewling in his ear and almost on the brink of desperation. His long legs are twitching from impatience in response to it. Still, he stares at you in awe, big blue eyes catching onto every flicker of your arousal painting your expression positively entranced by the search for pleasure. The fact that you look for him when in need of it makes blood violently rush through his veins at lightning speed. He pulls you in his arms and slams you on your bed, and from the kind of smug grin plastered on his face when he looks down on you, you can tell you’re in for a wild ride.

Geto gets a kick out of the way you tremble as soon as his teeth sink into your flesh. You gasp aloud, gripping his shoulder and letting your head fall back as your legs wrap around his waist. Oh, how he loves the feeling of you trying to fight the mounting desire, relishes the way you pant in his ear and ask him to be gentle. He’d love to comply, but the feeling of your skin against his tongue is irresistible. You’re smooth, almost silken, and impossibly warm. You smell too good to refrain from leaving marks, and the more you squirm against him, the more you let yourself go to the feeling, he almost thinks he can hear your heartbeat pulsing against his flesh as he sucks on yours. It may be his own need for you that starts to play tricks on him by then, but feeling your heart race like that at what he does to you is the most painful reminder of how much he can’t resist you.

Toji likes to spank you. There’s something about the way your breath suddenly comes to a halt as soon as his palm lands flat against your butt, your trembling hands clutching onto his shoulders and nails desperately digging deep into his muscles as if you could ever hurt him back. He revels in the way your skin coats with delicious little goosebumps whenever his hand smacks hard against your ass, and it sends quiet, greedy shivers of delight running down his spine. He avidly glides his tongue along his bottom lip, and you stare at him with pretend defiance. But he knows you love it as much as he does. It’s clear in the way your eyes roll back as soon as another harsh slap of his on your tender flesh makes you miserably moan in response. You’re high on it as much as he is.

Megumi finds extreme delight in calling you "his". His girl, his dream, the love of his life. It’s not possessiveness at all. It’s just that it enthralls him to remind himself that he’s the one who gets to feel the texture of your skin as it warms up for him. He’s the one who gets to hear your moans of pleasure and feel your nails scratching at his back as he sinks into you. It’s just overwhelming, the feeling of disbelief and fascination washing over him as your pussy squeezes him, sucking him in deeper and milking his cock with your juices. It drives him to the edge of madness to feel how wet you get for him, or to look at how hot you are with your eyes shut and your mouth agape as you scream out his name. And he loves how you shiver as he chants it in your ear when you ‘cum, your cunt spasming shamelessly around him as he drags out the words “ mine, mine, mine”

Yuuji likes it when you run your fingers in the strands of his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as you whisper to him all the things you’d like him to do to you. Your voice is just a soft murmur as it grazes his ear, sending shivers down his spine, letting little jolts of growing, impatient arousal coursing through his body. He loves it when you’re so unrestrained, so utterly blatant and confident in your needs as to lay them out for him. And he’ll comply with them. He’ll go down on you as many times as you need, however long your pussy requires him to. Until you’re shaking and pearled with sweat, until you’re laying overwhelmed with blinding pleasure and delightfully throbbing before him, silently begging for him to fill you up.

Nanami wants you to say it out loud. Although it’s already clear enough when your breaths start to hitch and in the way your back arches into his touch as his fingers plunge into you deep, but not quite deep enough as you know his cock can reach. You whine and stomp your feet on the mattress, for some reason stubbornly keeping the frustration to yourself. But he longs for you to utter the words instead. It’s not enough to feel your wet walls clamping around him, your slick slit desperately aching for him to sink into you. No. He needs you to admit how desperate you are for him. And so just as you let go of yet another mewl of unfulfilled pleasure against him, he urges you to “ what is it dear? Let it out for me”. And his voice is just too low, too sweet, and cajoling not to give in, then. “ I need you ‘Nami, please, please fuck me” you finally breathe out.

You can cry, you can protest. Sukuna only likes it that much more. He loves to tie you to the bed, your legs wide spread and your pussy dripping from the need for him. He can’t resist the sight, and even if feigned to help sell the fantasy, your meek, pathetic whines of complaint do wonders for his lust. Your voice is so tame, so low and trembling as the rest of you, laying bare before him as he touches wherever he likes. And he doesn’t stop at touching, either. He quite simply ravages you, biting and scratching at your skin as if it were his canvas to defile, his to destroy and call it art afterward. And that’s what he’ll make of you. A perfect fucking masterpiece for everyone else to behold. But for now, bound to your bed and helpless in his claws, you’re his to claim and taste.

So what about the way they kiss you?

Do they get jealous?

And what pet names do they use the most?

What about AOT men?

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kinq-sleazee · 2 years ago

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MDNI 18+| bimbo!reader , chubby/thicc reader, fantasizing , mean boy meg , JJK frat house !

♔♕♚♛

I can’t stop thinkin’ bout Megumi’s obsession with Yuji’s chunky little bimbo gf.

Hate is a strong word, too strong a word to describe Megumi’s feelings for you. He refuses to give anyone that much energy, especially someone like you.

You’d probably fall within the category of “strongly disliked” when it comes to raven haired man.

It wasn’t anything you did to him, per se— he just found your general existence inconvenient.

Yuji is his fondest associate . Some may even consider them friends. They’d crossed the burning sands together, becoming members of the hallowed house JJK—that kind of thing binds people.

More often than not, they’d spend time together , fuck around, and their rooms were even right next to each others.

This wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t entered their lives.

Megumi considers himself a level headed and loyal guy, but all of that fades once you walk in the room.

Have you no sense of decency ?

That thing that you call a skirt barely pulls over your full hips that sway with each sensual step, making your thighs and ass jiggle in a tantalizing fashion. All he can think about is how good it would look pushed up to your waist while he pounded you from behind.

He’s sure it’d be like a wave every time he bottomed out in your little hole. Probably would use both hands to jiggle and spread your cheeks as he watches you cream around his cock.

Plus, you were always wearing some skimpy little crop top that had all of your fluffy bits on display. Big, juicy tits presented so nicely through the deep v of your top. If he was lucky , you wouldn’t be wearing a bra that day and he could see your nipples pebbling through the fabric.

To have his lips wrapped around those puffy brown mounds would be heavenly. Swirling his tongue softly around the peak just to bite down harshly when you least expected it. He figured that you’re probably a squirmer so he’d have to use one hand to hold you down by your soft tummy. His eyes would probably roll to the back of his head feeling your flesh spill through his fingers while he toyed with your tits.

And god— your perfect fucking mouth. He has spent so many nights fucking his fist to the thought of you swallowing around his cock. Looking all dumb and pretty with teary eyes, gloss stained cheeks and drool on your chin. Megumi likes it sloppy— he’d wrap his hand around your neck for leverage and plunge into your throat until ropes of cum mixed with foamy saliva fell down your torso.

He really disliked you.

You make it so hard to be a good friend.

Like right now you’re standing at the door waiting to be let in. Nobody’s here, won’t be for another hour or so. It would be too easy to invite you in to wait on your precious “Yuu”. He’d even offer to keep you company on his friend’s bed. It wouldn’t be too hard to pretend to listen to whatever bullshit you were babbling about. You’re so dumb and slutty that you don’t even question it when he says that he’s only rubbing your thighs because his hands are cold. Megumi would have to bite his tongue to keep from laughing when he accuses you of getting turned on and you actually start apologizing.

“I don’t care if you didn’t mean it. You got my fingers all wet and m’hard now. It’s your responsibility to fix it”.

That’s all it would take to have you bouncing on his cock, head thrown back while he sucks on one nipple and pinches the other.

Yuuji wouldn’t mind right ?

#♛♚|the king speaks #jujutsu megumi #megumi x reader #megumi smut #megumi x black reader #jjk x black reader #jjk smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro x reader

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yuwuta · 9 months ago

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Nsfw // Remember the itfs talk?? Cause I was thinking, I was thinking so hard about what to answer cause like yesss!!!

I want to focus on the latter tags cause.... Wow thats what I'm talking about!! Whenever I read itafushi I like top yuuji and bottom (and more often than not sub) megumi. So it makes so much sense that you'd want to take revenge for that cause he liked you but chose to ask yuuji out before asking you?? Or, yuuji knew megs liked you and still choose to ask him out?? So, in the first scenario it would be more than fair to dom him! Maybe you were all just talking about how you all ended up together and yuuji just lets that slip. maybe you're feeling like being a bit (or maybe a lot) mean to megumi, get him on his knees, sucking, deepthroating really, yuuji with you controlling his movements absolutely forcing him to take all of yuus length down his throat and gag like crazy with an obscene amount of spit oozing out of the corner of his lips. It was definitely personal too, they way you were treating megumi. Yuuji is not innocent in all of this ofc, but I'll let that slide for the sake of the moment. To continue punishing megs you would have your way with yuuji while he just sits there and... watch. It would end with yuuji giving you a huge creampie, it was such a lewd sight too, his dick was already shining cause of megumis spit, and even more after he entered you cause you were soaked. So there you are, full of your bfs cum seeping out and you ask megumi to clean you, cause that wouldn't be the first nor last time that he'd taste yuuji. Your revenge on yuuji is definitely happening another day too

gnaws on a steel plate… godddddddd okokokok yuuji has such an effortless dominate aura about him that’s a little scary once he hones in on it. most of the time, it’s purely his outgoing, charming nature and physical strength that lures other people into submission by will or force, whichever comes first, and he’s sort of naive to it. but when he chooses to exercise that strength, when he chooses to be stronger than you, than megumi, when he chooses to seduce, it’s mind-numbing, it’s boyish, but there’s still a distinct power struggle that it’s dizzying… insane…

anyway… you said two very important things in here and i only have the space (brainpower) to bring attention to one right now, and i will below, but just know we need to come back to the point about letting yuuji creampie you while megumi’s there bc i am firm believer that that’s actually one of megumi’s biggest fantasies. in general, seeing you and yuuji together does very bad things for his brain but not bad enough for him to deny that… also megumi king of safe sex until it comes to watching yuuji cum inside of you goddddd

yuuji is the one who instigates your revenge in the first place (and he will also do the opposite, will convince megumi that he deserves to take some frustration out on you, that you were sooo oblivious while he pined for you for all those years, how you weren’t very observant as his best friend and now he’s got the chance to show you exactly how badly he’s wanted you… but that’s for another time…)—but right now, yuuji’s getting into your head, he’s deceptively charming, not at all innocent, and far too calculated when he stops making out with megumi and turns to you, not too far away, sitting up against the headboard with wide eyes. yuuji thinks you look awfully cute—you always do when you three are together, you have this wide-eyed awe about you; not shy, but definitely still timid about the fact that you’re now dating your childhood best friend and his boyfriend. yuuji loves that look, but he thinks he’d like to ruin it more.

and he takes the opportunity to do so, much to megumi’s surprised and distaste—ignoring megumi’s pawing at the hem of his shirt, impatient, yuuji looks over his shoulder to you and poses, “can i ask you something?”

your eyebrows raise in surprise. megumi’s raise in suspicion, petulantly coming down from the high of making out with yuuji, and craning his head back to look at you. your eyes shift to his briefly, and then back to yuuji’s, almost embarrassed, and when he looks at megumi, there’s a slight blush at the tips of his ears. cute. you two are very cute, and yuuji likes it a lot. it confirms to him exactly what he wants to happen tonight.

“you remember how i told you about yuuta-senpai? and how he’s my best friend, but when he started dating inumaki-senpai, i kinda hated him because they spent so much time together?” yuuji recounts casually, biting back a grin when megumi huffs. you nod, evidently confused, but yuuji continues, slowly reaching a hand up megumi’s arm, over his shoulder, up his jaw, until he reaches the shell of his ear, then asks, “did you ever feel that way about me?”

he can see the shock on your face, hear it from megumi when he gasps a bit and pulls away from yuuji’s touch, “what kind of a—”

but yuuji doesn’t want to hear his side of the story right now. in fact, if all goes his way, he won’t be hearing much of anything from megumi tonight—he reaches his hand back up to pinch at megumi’s ear, and hushes him, “i’m just asking her, meg. she’s my girlfriend now, too. don’t i get to know these things?”

your mouth is slightly ajar, and yuuji chuckles. you’re so quiet, he’s beginning to think he’s scared you, but soon, you smile, sweet, and gentle, and he can’t even blame megumi for fawning over you since middle school. “i—i didn’t hate you yuuji,” you reply, “i thought—think—you’re good for megumi. i just wanted him to be happy, and you make him happy.”

yuuji hums. no wonder you two never got together before. “so you’re the self-sacrificing type, too, huh?” he smiles, far less innocently than you might think, “maybe i should have gotten you and yuuta-senpai together, instead.”

you look like you’re about to refute, but megumi pulls back again, throughly annoyed when he interjects, “what the hell are you—”

but yuuji is quick to move his hand from his ear to his throat, pinching his fingers around his neck with just enough pressure to stutter and silence him.

“i’m still not talking to you,” he reminds megumi, eyes sharp. he squeezes around megumi’s neck a bit tighter, before turning his attention back to you, “was he always like this? always biting before you can bark? must have been kind of annoying to deal with, huh?”

your eyes widen, bambi-like and yuuji almost coos. from where you’re sitting against the headboard, you can’t see megumi’s face completely, just a sliver of his cheek, but you can probably tell by the reddening skin around his neck and ears that yuuji’s not just choking him for show.

“i—uh… it’s not like that, it’s just… yuuji you’re gonna hurt him…”

but, you should also be able to tell that megumi’s not fighting it either.

“you’re always so worried about him,” yuuji pushes megumi back against the pillows, paying no mind to his panting, simply ordering, “stay down.”

yuuji then reaches out for you instead, gently pulling your body towards in him stark contrast to how he’d treated megumi a moment ago—twirling you as best he can while you’re kneeling on the mattress, maneuvering your body so that you’re straddling megumi and yuuji’s back is pressed against yours.

yuuji hears you gasp, ever so lightly, when you inadvertently press your crotch against megumi’s. he almost wants to watch you two do that instead, but right now he’s a man on a mission, so instead, he puts his hands on his hips to keep you still, “see—he can take it. he even likes it.”

you raise a hand to reach out to megumi, but yuuji stops you, forcing your back flush against his front, and caging you in with his arms and resting his chin against your shoulder. he turns his head to kiss you on the cheek, slow, once, and then again, and then against your earlobe, “you wanna try?”

“try—what, choking him?” you ask, trying to turn your head to face yuuji, but he keeps it steady, keeps you facing megumi.

“it’s not like you’re gonna hurt him,” yuuji hums against your skin, trails open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “it’ll feel good, i promise.”

“well, uh... megumi, do you—”

but yuuji raises a hand to squish your cheeks together before you can finish, turns your head to him and tuts, “i’m telling you it’s okay. megumi didn’t ask you before he asked me out, right? you don’t need his permission for everything, princess.”

yuuji’s not just leveraging your feelings against each other now—now it’s sexual knowledge too, all the fantasies megumi has indulged him in about you, all the kinks he has that you’re clueless to. yuuji knows that despite the history you and megumi have, he’s the bridge between you now—and right now, yuuji wants you on his side.

“must bother you a little bit, right?” yuuji coos, releasing his grasp on your cheeks and using his hand to tilt your chin upwards to face him, “that he asked me out when he still had a crush on you. it still bothers me sometimes—and yet he had the nerve to get upset when i asked you about it. kinda selfish, no?”

“i’m just saying, i think you should teach him a lesson,” yuuji continues, using his other hand to help your body rock against megumi’s, drinking in the sight of your pliant lips and the sound of his strained sighs.

megumi’s probably not far from cumming in his boxers at this point, and you’re not far from helping yuuji make him do worse.

“come on, princess,” yuuji smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at megumi, “you gonna help me put a leash on him?”

it’s an invitation and a threat, this you seem to understand. you can say yes to yuuji, say yes to having megumi between you two tonight, say yes and have a little bit of power; or you can say no, and be on the receiving end of punishment.

yuuji almost thinks you’ll choose the latter out of loyalty, out of devotion to your best friend, out of shyness and inexperience in taking what you want, but you’re not just megumi’s anymore—your his girl now, too, and you make it known when your soft hand crawls up megumi chest and to his neck, and hesitantly wraps around his throat.

tonight, megumi’s yours and yuuji’s.

“good girl,” yuuji grins, wicked with intent when he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, “now lets have some fun with him.”

#.........immense intense brain rot i didn't even put into words right how yuuji has so much inadvertent power and [blacks out]#GODDDDDDD #tumblr user yuwuta ever stop using dog analogies when writing about megumi level impossible #HNNNNNNN i need to BITE him #yuuji is so effortless seductive it's crazy it's crazy it's CRAZYYYY #the twist of using your and megumi's feelings for each other to get you three together #to then using it to tear you two apart for his own devices............. yuuji itadori when i catch you.............#this reminds me i have more itfs asks to answer i just need to relax and be coherent....#itafushi #itafushi x reader #yuuji x reader #megumi x reader #yuuji smut #megumi smut #itafushi smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut

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mewhenimanangel · 1 year ago

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bunny ᕱ⑅ᕱ | geto suguru, gojo satoru

— synopsis. you and shoko go out to gojo and geto’s halloween party. it becomes so much more than you thought it’d be

༉‧₊˚. content!: au - college, halloween party, alcohol, drunken sex, making out, neck kissing, nipple play, oral sex (f+m! recieving), vaginal penetration, praise, biting kink, aftercare

— ⊱☆⊰ word count: 2.7k

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: this was originally going to be a gojo fic but i got carried away

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you blended your blush as you downed a second shot. shoko got dressed in her girlified patrick bateman costume, a cigarette sat on her lips while she looked for her lighter.

you were getting ready for a halloween party gojo's frat was throwing. you were going as a sexy bunny - dressed in tiny white bloomers with a fluffy bunny tail on the back, a white tube top, boots, and a headband with bunny ears.

"want a shot?" you asked her as you poured your third. "isn't that like your fourth one? and then you're still gonna drink at the party" she playfully scolded you. "says the nic addict" you joked. "fair" she rolled her eyes. "we should get going" you said, checking the time.

"you're not gonna be cold?" she asked you as she put on her costume's jacket. "it's like a five minute walk i think i should be fine." you shrugged, putting your purse on your shoulder.

you closed your dorm door behind you and excitedly made your way out.

you immediately regret your decision on no jacket when a cold breeze blew over you making you shiver. "that's what your ass gets" shoko giggled. you scoffed, hugging yourself warm.

you were outside and the music was blaring, people were spread out on the lawn. inside, the party was packed full of people in various costumes, drinks in hand, dancing, and singing. a few people here are there were smoking. people were playing drinking games and taking pictures. the lights were off and the room was decorated with colorful led lights, halloween decorations, and buckets of candy scattered around the room.

you held onto shoko's hand and made your way to the kitchen where drinks, food, and snacks were laid out. everything seemed so planned and organized you knew there was no way gojo and geto were in charge.

you poured yourself a drink and shoko grabbed a brownie from the tray. "hey ladies you made it!" you heard gojo's voice from behind you. you turned around to find gojo and geto dressed in tuxes with sunglasses on. "hm and what are you two supposed to be?" shoko asked, lighting a cigarette and passing one to geto.

"men in black duh" gojo crossed his arms. "and what are you supposed to be y/n, i see the bunny ears but you're hardly wearing any clothes" gojo eyed you with a smirk on his face. geto put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in for a side hug. "lay off satoru, i think she looks nice" he smiled.

you've known the guys for a while, being introduced to them by shoko a few years ago in highschool. you considered them your friends, although you did find gojo a pain in the ass, and were particularly attracted to suguru. they were flirty with you, geto not as much as gojo but you never really thought it meant anything.

"i cant argue with that suguru." "lace too? sexy" gojo bit his bottom lip, playing with the hem of your shorts.

"i have to assume you guys didn't set this up yourselves?" you asked, downing your drink. "of course they didn't, i did most of the work" utahime scoffed, coming up behind the guys. she was dressed in brown top with overalls and cowboy boots, a cowboy hat atop her black hair that was braided in two pigtails. "oh of course" you nodded, not expecting much from them.

"these are really good by the way" shoko told her. "kento made them actually" she said.

"hey guys!" itadori came up behind you guys with megumi and nobara. "yuujii, what are you guys doing here?" you moved to hug the group. yuuji was dressed as a firefighter, megumi as edward scissorhands, and nobara a spy. "yeah isn't it like past your bedtime?" shoko joked. "i told them they could come." gojo shrugged.

"gojo you invited kids?!" utahime deadpanned. "yeah but they're cool" he smiled, throwing his arm around megumi. "oh but they're just babies" you squeezed yuuji's cheek. "have fun but i swear to god, no drugs and no alcohol." you stuck a stern finger out at them.

"aw y/n loosen up" gojo held your shoulders. "let them have some fun, you know how stressful tech is" he added, going up to the group. he turned them around and pushed them out of the kitchen "have fun guys, just don't get too crazy!" he yelled after them.

you spent with shoko and utahime, taking pictures, drinking, and dancing. haibara occasionally danced with you guys and you tried your best to keep an eye on the three teens before gojo eventually drove them home, each with their own big bag of candy.

at this point, the alcohol had taken over your body giving you a high. you were whining your waist and grinding on anyone and everyone, just wanting to have fun tonight.

"i'm gonna go get another drink" you told shoko and she nodded. you went into the kitchen to pour another bottle and grab a drink from their fridge to mix with it when suguru walked in. "hey pretty girl, was looking for you" he came up and leaned on the counter next to you.

"mm why's that?" you smiled, sipping your drink. "just wanted to see my favorite girl" he smirked, his hand grazed your thigh as you stood in front of him. "you're real touchy lately" you gave him a look. "just wanna feel you" he chewed his bottom lip.

even though they've always been flirty, geto's always been the more subtle one. and something about being alone, the alcohol flowing through your body, the slight faded look in suguru's eyes and his hand on you felt like so much more than harmless flirting.

"what?" you said, pressing your lips into an awkward smirk. you topped off your drink and put the cup down. geto's eyes flicked down to the drop on your lip and he moved his thumb to wipe it off.

"jeez, sugu. you look like you wanna kiss me" you joked. “maybe i do" his thumb stayed pressed on your plush lip. "do you want me to kiss you y/n" he asked, standing straight. you looked up at him and nod your head.

you leaned in and pecked his lips before pulling away to look at him. "wanted to do this for so fucking long" he hastily kissed you back, hand laying on the side of your neck while the other held your waist.

your arms wrapped around his neck bringing him closer to you. his tongue slipped into your mouth as your lips moved in sync, your lipstick smudging at the sides of his mouth.

"woah!" you heard from behind you. you pulled away and turned to see who it was. "sorry guys, left my phone in here" haibara awkwardly chuckled before walking away.

you turned back to geto, you and him chuckling. "can we go to your room?" you asked him, hand playing with his hair. "you sure you want to?" you bit the bottom of your lip and nod your head before he interlocked your hand in his and guided you to the stairs.

you stepped behind him into his room, unzipping and stepping out of your shoes. his room was neat and organized which was nothing unexpected from him.

you rest your purse on his desk and leaned up to kiss him again. his hands moved through your hair, thumb caressing your cheek.

he let go of your mouth to kiss and suck at the pulse points in your neck, making you sigh with pleasure. you bit your lips at the feeling of his lips sucking when you felt him lightly bite your shoulder eliciting a moan from you. "you're into biting huh?" he smirked.

you undid the buttons on his tux jacket easing it off his broad shoulders. you latched your lips onto his neck returning the favor with a stronger bite. "not necessarily but you seem to be" you smirked back, feeling his dick grow hard against your thigh.

he kissed you again, this time more rushed and needy. you pressed your hands against his chest while his hands roamed your body playing with the hem of your shirt. "if you want it off take it off" you whispered.

he was quick to follow instructions pulling the top over your head allowing your tits to fall free. you grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest, silently telling him to play with it. "you're so fucking beautiful" he whispered.

he squeezed it in his hand, twisting and playing with the small bud between his fingers. he lift your boob to his mouth sucking and moving his tongue over your nipple. you whimpered at the sensation as your hand tangled through his hair, bun finally falling free.

he moved you to his bed and laid you down. his hands hold onto your thighs, they're large and controlling but so soft against the plush of your skin. he pulled your shorts down tossing them to land somewhere on his bedroom floor.

he pressed his thumb at the crotch of your panties and your mouth parted at the pleasure places on your clit. "jesus babe you're soaking, we haven't even done much" he teased you. "please sugu, want you to make me feel good." you pleaded.

"of course baby, spread your legs for me" he pulled down your panties and massaged your clit with his thumb. he moved down on his knees and came face to face with your cunt.

his lips latched onto your pussy ripping a gasp from your throat. "fuck" you sighed, moving your hands to his hair.

his tongue worked over your cunt, pointing when it moved over your clit and flatting when he sucked at your folds. his hand held onto your hip while the other played with your bundle of nerves.

your moans were like music to his ears and you noticed him grinding his hard-on into the side of the bed.

the suction of his lips combined with the licking of his tongue was driving you crazy. "fuck sugu, feels so good" you whimpered. your hand got lost in his hair while the other squeezed at his pillow. his mouth is rough and needy for every part of you.

his fingers ease past your entrance, curling in your core. the feeling of his tongue and lips on you and his fingers stretching you out was mindnumbing and your moans grew louder.

"you taste fucking amazing pretty girl" the vibrations of his words felt heavenly against your walls. "don't stop sugu m'gonna cum" you whined, voice light.

he looked up in your eyes as a go ahead and the tension in your lower stomach eased as you came onto his tongue. he lapped at your cunt and pulled his fingers out of you bringing them up to your lips. "taste yourself pretty girl" he smiled watching as you brought his fingers into your mouth and your tongue swirled around them.

"you're still wearing clothes" you frowned, kneeling on the bed to unbutton his shirt. he loosened his tie and threw it somewhere before pulling his shirt off.

you ogled his incredibly toned torso rubbing your hand over his abs. "jesus sugu, you been hiding all this?" "cant believe you've been hiding all this" he said, hands grazing the contours of your curves.

he continued letting you undress him, sharply inhaling when you grabbed his dick through his boxers. your eyebrows raised in excitement at how hard and heavy he felt in your hand. "you were pretty tight baby you sure you can take it" he smirked. "i can take it" you bit your lip.

you pulled his boxers down and your eyes widened at his size. you pumped his dick with your hand before you took the tip in your mouth.

you licked his slit and smirked when you heard him whimper. you took all of his length in your mouth. you moved your lips up and down his dick using your hands to help you jerk him off.

"fuck y/n your pretty little mouth feels so good" you heard him praise you as his hands held your hair. you couldn't suppress a sloppy moan when you felt him hit the back of your throat.

you used your tongue to circle his tip and groaned when you felt him pull your hair and pull out of your mouth. "cant wait anymore. wanna fuck you" he said, hurriedly grabbing a condom from his nightstand.

he laid you down and lined himself up with your entrance. "fuck!" you moaned out at the feeling of him stretching you. "what's wrong baby, you said you could take it" his eyebrows raised. moving your hair out of your face.

once your walls adjust to his size he picks up the tempo. your legs lift, giving him more access to your core. "fuck sugu~" you moaned. his hand traced up your body to your neck softly choking you.

when you whimpered he grinned "you like being choked pretty?" he asked as he pound into you. you gave him a pleading look and nod your head.

your moans grew louder, filling the room mixing with the sound of your sex and the faint music from downstairs. his thrusts go deeper making you cry out. "you're so tight baby, fucking milking me dry" he groaned.

"you feel fucking amazing" he moaned. he let go of your neck, kneeling back. he scooped your hips up in his arms, arching your back off the bed.

his dick hit deeper inside you as his thrusts sped up. he held onto your hips, fucking you crazy making your mind go numb. his thumb circled your clit eliciting a breathy moan from you.

he fucked himself into you, bed frame beginning to shake. "oh my god!" you cried. "that's not my name baby" he smirked.

his hand moved up to play with your nipple before landing on the side of your neck again. he squeezed harder this time making you pant.

"love your little pussy, it's like it was made for me" he said leaning forward to kiss you.

your nails left scratch marks along his back, sending him crazy. you moved to bite along neck and collar bone leaving small bruise with your sucking.

"suguru i'm gonna cum" you whined. "cum baby, cum all on this dick" he growled in your ear. "go ahead, wanna see my pretty girl cum" he watched as your eyes rolled close and your chest heaved up and down. "good girl" he said kissing your forehead.

the sensation of your walls pulsing against him had him coming shortly after. he leaned down to kiss you again, this time soft and gentle. you stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out of you and got up.

"i'll be right back" he said before walking to the bathroom. he came back with a small wet towel and cleaned you off, eyes not leaving you for even a second. he left again and came back in a pair of boxers. "you have your own bathroom?" you asked him, leaning up into your shoulders.

"called dibs on this room the second we got here. wasn't sharing a bathroom with those idiots" he chuckled, grabbing a water from his mini fridge.

he came to sit with you and handed you the water. "thanks" you said before swallowing down almost half of it. "well i should probably get going now" you shrugged, standing to find your clothes.

"wait" he held your arm. you looked at him confused "stay." he said, more imperative than a plea. "what about the party?" you asked. "fuck the party, just stay" "o-okay" you hid the smile that dared to spread across your face.

he laid back against his pillows, arms pulling you to follow. you softly giggled at him pulling you so close. "why do you want me to stay" you asked, looking up at him from his chest.

"i like you, y/n. if it wasn't obvious before i'm saying it now" he said, moving your hair from your face.

you giggled and hid your face in his chest "i like you too sugu"

#nia writes ࿐#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x reader #getou x reader #getou suguru #jujustsu kaisen x reader #getou smut #getou suguru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut

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forgetfulmachineart · 4 months ago

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[ID: A colored digital illustration of Yuuji Itadori, Nobara Kugasaki, and Megumi Fushiguro smiling and happy in three panels with their heads breaking the borders. Yuuji is in the top left triangular panel with a steaming mug. Nobara is in the middle right smiling up. Megumi is in the bottom rectangular panel, leaning their head on their hand and smiling with their eyes closed. /END ID]

It's all good

(line art under the cut)

[ID: The line art of the above image /END ID]

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #jjk 268 #jjk leaks #fanart #art by this machine #daily doodle:#045 #I'M SO HAPPY #i like drawing megumi's smile like gojo's #i even gave them a lil dipple like him

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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 1 year ago

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SHIBUYA INCIDENT - Blurbs

This features Nanami, Kugisaki, Fushiguro, Itadori/Sukuna and Gojo

This contains: Spoilers on the Shibuya Arc, blood, death (one reader death) and cursing... please enjoy as this is my first time writing :))))

Taglist: B L A N K 🤭🤭

Nanami Kento -

You were met up with Itadori while looking for your husband, you knew the mission was dangerous and you came with Shoko. She told you strictly not to leave your post because you were safe with her. You didn't listen...at all. She looked back to talk to you about something and you were already jumping off the building, stopping yourself with the help of your cursed technique.

"Where's Kento?" Then you look where Itadori's eyes stopped, wide and in shock. Mahito's hand touched your husband's bare back when he was distracted with the other curses in front of him. "Kento...no..." His head turns toward you and his student, he's smiling softly at the both of you. "Take care of her for me... Y/n, I love y-" He gets cut off by his top-half exploding into nothing.

"No! No, no no!" You immediately rush into action with Itadori following you. Mahito goes to reach for you but you quickly activate your technique just in time to send him to the ceiling and lock him there while you look at Nanami's lower half and fallen knife. You pick up his knife and hold it close to you while you sob loudly. "I guess your husband wasn't strong enough."

Your head looks at Mahito's stupid face, smirking at your pain. With a snap of your fingers, large spikes go through Mahito's skin. The time limit on the ceiling wears off and he falls even more onto the spikes. "I couldn't hear you over your fucking whining! Itadori," He looks to you, the most worried look on his face. "Deal with this fucking curse, I'm going back to Shoko. Show him hell."

Kugisaki Nobara -

"Was that Mahito?!" She nods and grabs your hand to then pull you along. "We have to stop him now, I already wore him down." You run alongside each other, following the figure down the subway station. "You wanna get boba afterwards? If we live that is." She gives you a small smirk. "I have you with me and you have me with you, we'll be fine. So, yes, I do."

You both get to the bottom of the stairs and see Mahito running toward...Mahito?! There's two Mahitos?! Oh, and there's Yuuji. "Ready?" You look at your girlfriend with a smile. "Of course, this'll be fun." You notice that they didn't form back together, one was running towards you both and the other was going toward Yuuji. "Look out!" You hold her hand tightly as you wrap vines together into a shield.

"See we'll be fine." Two of Mahito's stitched hands break through the wall of thorns, touching Nobara and you. She covers her left eye and you can't see out of your right. "Nobara, I'm scared...I didn't want to die this soon." Yuuji stops a couple feet away from you both. She uncovers her eyes, reaching for your hands. "Someone will come. But if not, we'll still be together. Smile Y/n," Her hand cups your jaw and your hand immediately rests on top of it, tears brimming your eyes.

"You know I hate seeing you upset." A loud pop and your girlfriend's blood decorates your face and clothes. You take a couple of deep breaths and let out a loud screaming sob. "NOBARAAA!" You draw out the last letter of her name whilst screaming. Then you feel yourself go silent permanently, death felt different than you expected. You thought you were alone...

But then you realized, you were both still holding hands, even through death.

Fushiguro Megumi -

"Megumi?" As you stand near the exit of the alleyway you were in, you see get flung harshly into the wall. "Babe? Holy shit!" You look to what threw him into the wall and gasp. You see Shigemo and then the most powerful curse that most people couldn't defeat. "Mahoraga...it was his last resort." You look at your boyfriend, blood spewing from his open wounds.

"Jesus Christ Megumi. You are the most handsome idiot I've ever met!" Another person meets the ground at a harsh speed, kicking up dust and asphalt from the streets. You cover your mouth with the top of your oversized jacket and close your eyes, still holding Megumi close. When you feel the smoke clear, you open your eyes, now close to no other than Sukuna.

You grab the knife on your belt and hold Megumi even closer to your body, not letting your eyes fall off of the King of Curses. He squats down to your level, eyes still locked on yours. "You're Megumi's woman, yes? L/n Y/n." You nod, keeping the knife pointed at him. He sighs and grabs your wrist quicker than you can react. You try to pry his hand off your wrist, grunting.

"Drop the knife." His voice booms due to the close proximity. You drop it and hold him close. His hand reaches forward to Megumi and you notice all of his wounds start to go away. "That's all I wanted to do, woman. I know you'll stay put, now if you'll excuse me." He hurries away extremely quickly as you pick up your knife from beside you. You press your hand against his palm and bring it to your lips.

"Stay with me Megumi. I'm right here this time."

ITADORI YUUJI / RYOMEN SUKUNA -

You were hiding until Choso left the bathroom, you heard the fight from the distance. "Itadori..." You rush in front of him, checking his heartbeat. He's breathing but slowly...it's slowing down...his fingers are moving. "Yuuji, I'm right in front of you. I'm right here. Please open your eyes." You hear soft chattering and look in the direction quickly.

"It's just some kids..." You press your hands against the large wound, blood soaking your hands. A soft groan falls from his lips. "I know it hurts. I know, shhhhh. I'm trying to help you love." You hear a couple of steps and then a soft 'I knew it' from the doorway. "We have fingers, miss. This might help him." He already passed out and his pulse is becoming weaker. This was your last resort...

After watching Yuuji swallow two of Sukuna's fingers, flames touch the side of your face, burning your skin. You quickly put up a barrier to protect yourself, forced to watch the girls burn in the fire. "He's not going to be very happy when you wake him up." You open your phone to the camera and look at your cheek. Jogo looks at you slightly, annoyed by your conversation. "Why's that girl?"

"You hurt me. He's going to kill you because of that, Itadori and Sukuna made a deal surrounding me." Itadori gulped down the final finger Jogo had to offer. He looked nervous, probably because you said that. "Wake up Sukuna." Two sets of eyes open. "Get your hands off of me." Jogo moves away quickly and the girls are back as well. It must be one of their techniques.

Your barrier lowers and you bow your head to Sukuna. "Y/n." "Ryomen." He does the come hither motion with his fingers, you get up and stand in front of him. He turns his attention towards you, pressing his fingers under your chin to make you look at him. "I-I didn't put my barrier up in time." He sighs and heals the side of your face.

"I'll give whoever harmed my woman a chance to out themself right now." They all stayed silent. "Who did this to you?" You simply pointed at the curse and looked away, you've seen enough blood today. He cut off the two girl's heads and looked directly at Jogo. "Y/n," "Yes, Ryo?" He turns his head slightly. "Go hide again dearest." You nod and run to your hiding space.

"Now you, we're going to take this outside. I think you deserve it for putting your hands on my woman, don't you?"

GOJO SATORU -

You were the first and only person at the floor they were keeping your husband. You pull the lollipop out of your mouth and look at Geto with a smile. "He giving you a hard time? You shouldn't be that upset Geto, it's Satoru. What did you expect?" The eyes on the box widened at the sight of your presence. "Oh look at him, he's shocked that I'm here. Hi Pookie, I heard you got sealed."

You dodge all the attacks Geto's throwing at you while putting on Gojo's cool sunglasses. "Oh Toru, you don't mind if I use your sunglasses do you?" You press your hand to your ear, laughing. "I don't hear any disagreement so I guess I'm fine." You slide past Geto and sit on the ground near the box that your husband was trapped in. "Hello love. Thank you for letting me pick you up."

You place a big bubble around yourself while Geto tries to destroy it in any way possible. "Are you just going to sit there until I destroy this barrier or are you going to fight me?" You slip the lollipop back into your mouth and spin the box in your palm. "Well my job was to get my hubby this box but it didn't come with any instructions so my job is to wait until someone comes down here."

"Also, you're right, I'm not going to fight you. But they will!" Your technique caused every curse to turn against him... you were truly a funny lil' trump card.

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