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ynyaan · 3 months

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𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡 𖦹 | 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𓆩♕𓆪

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝙈𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝘼𝙐!𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: You wear "revealing" clothing to a supermarket with Sukuna. Unfortunate to say, two strangers were not at all pleased. "Like hell, I'd let you touch her." He grits his teeth, watching the man in front of me kneel and wither in pain.

tw. you can change what you wear to what you please. In this fic though, it's described to give more context. Sukuna in his own body modern AU. Getting shamed; use of words: whore. Sukuna is violent as usual.

note. got emotionally personal here. I hope you find comfort in this fic as I did when I wrote it. <33

.ᐟ 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝-𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

Today was shopping day. You've finally run out of enough comfort foods to force you out of the house. You groan loudly in your room. You were wearing only your undergarments and were already getting tired of the idea of having to find clothes to wear.

a familiar face walks by your room. Sukuna stops and leans on your door, his eyes observing your lazy state. "C'mon brat. Dress pretty. I'll take you out after shopping."

Your head snaps excitedly to Sukuna. It was rare of him to invite you out, especially since you were both so busy all the time. You simply just cherish the swift time at home cuddling and whatnot. Sukuna smirked at your reaction. Satisfied, he left to give you time to choose and change clothes.

After much consideration and throwing closet clothes on the floor, you decided to wear something showy, a cropped tee with its ends tied, a plaid skirt that falls above your knees, paired with a small bag and boots. You choose your accessories, put on a touch of makeup, and then you are good to go. "Kuna~!" You sing.

As you walk out the door, you find Sukuna looking at his phone and then quickly looking at you. You twirl, showcasing your outfit as he smiles. He walks towards you and grabs you by the waist. "How awful. My princess dolled up so pretty." He grins, his grip on your waist secure, leaning in for a kiss.

You stop him with your hand. "No. Kuna' we all know what a kiss will lead to," You pout, and Sukuna laughs silently on your skin. "Now, come on, I expect you to take me on to a charming night!"

The supermarket was the same as ever. Customers minding their business, the sound of cashier ringing in the distance, and stocks of your comfort foods.

"Ahh, there you are. I've missed you." You gleam at the snacks in front of you. Snack's destined to be finished within the week. You were left alone for a bit since Sukuna usually parts with you to grab things he needs as well.

By "needs," he grabs excessive amounts of food that would leave you bankrupt if you didn't pick through them every time you passed by him.

"Hey there." Suddenly, someone taps your shoulder. You turn your head to see two guys standing in front of you.

"Hello, do you need help with anything?" you smile politely.

"Ugh, seriously?" The first guy sneers. You tilt your head at him, hoping that comment wasn't directed at you.

"Dude, she's totally leading us on. Did you see that snarky smile?" The other guy says. Your eyebrows bridged together. Just your luck to be left in an aisle with these two idiots, huh?

"Sorry, you're getting the wrong idea-" You get cut off by a hand that warmly placed itself on your shoulder.

"You know em'?" Sukuna's voice was husky and low, gesturing his head towards the two men.

"Not really—“ Before you could finish explaining, The second guy from behind steps in, "Dude, you should really cover your girl up." He comments.

"Yeah, like, the way she looked at us earlier? damn, I almost mistook her for a whore." The other one added. Your heart sank at the disgusting comments made by them. You placed both your hands on your skirt, your basket resting on your arm. You actually felt confident to wear something like this because you knew Sukuna would be with you, you knew Sukuna would approve of it, and you knew YOU would feel good as well.

"Ha." your thoughts get cut off by Sukuna's voice. If looks could kill, indeed. You knew this situation would escalate, and really, all you want is a smooth, relaxing evening with your lover.

You raise your hand high enough for them to notice, "I'm sorry, you really got the wrong idea—“ Suddenly, the first guy tries to grab you by extending his hand swiftly, but before his fingers could reach you, Sukuna stops him by the wrist.

The next thing you hear is the painful cry and a loud snap. Sukuna broke his wrist all while his other hand was still secured onto your shoulder.

"Like hell, I'd let you touch her." He grits his teeth, watching the man in front of me kneel and wither in pain. The second guy wasted no time and launched at Sukuna, only for him to be dodged and punched right in the nose.

People started clamoring around, and you could already hear security calling backup.

"Sukuna, let's go." You urge him but not waiting for a response. You grab his hand, and you drop your basket. You run.

You were both parked at a nearby park, immediately driving away after leaving the supermarket. "You really didn't have to do all that ryo'." You softly say, inspecting the hand that he used to punch the guy.

"Besides, it's my fault. I should've dressed more modestly." You muttered under your breath. But He heard it.

"Don't ever fucking say that again." He grits his teeth. You look up at him, surprised by the sudden anger in his tone. His expression was tense, worried? maybe even a gloss of tears, if you will.

He moves his hand to push strands of hair behind your ear. It was soft, so painfully gentle. "People like that don't deserve to live. They don't deserve to have eyes nor mouths." He rambles, cupping your cheeks and kissing everywhere.

"If they were decent people, they wouldn't even think of looking at you like that, darling. They are delirious, annoying, little shits, who have nothing to do but try and push people down." He holds your hand firmly, his gaze unflinching.

"you will not be knocked down, my love. They do not deserve the space in your mind to bring you down." He lowers his head and kisses the back of your hand.

You exhale. You exhale and smile.

"I love you," he says. He looks so unbelievably beautiful.

You squeeze his hand gently before replying, "Thank you, kuna’. I love you too."

He smirks, a playful grin places itself on his lips. "That's my girl."

"I supposed we'll be banned there, won't we?" You ask, remembering the reason why you were in the supermarket anyway.

He scoffs, "Whatever, i'll ask someone else to do it for us." Sukuna grumbles, kissing the tip of your nose.

He leans back and starts up the car again, "Right now, you deserve a date."

───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 <𝟥

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thee-horny-thicky · 1 year

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Controversial take here, but Sukuna definitely eats ass. Like, this man is a thousand year old curse that can summon mouths wherever he pleases. And, considering his disregard for humanity, why would he abide by societal limits on pleasure?

His priority is making you feel good, not following silly rules created by lesser beings.

The way you squirm as one of his mouths lap at your puckered rim is absolutely adorable, and your whines of how taboo the act is only makes him want to do it more.

The pleasure you feel once you relax enough to allow him entrance into your tight hole makes him smug. While drool slips out of your mouth, your mind blank due to how blissed out you are, he'll degrade you the entire time, teasing you for putting up such a fight when all he wanted to do is make you feel good.

When his dicks start to get too hard at hearing the wanton noises spilling for you, he sits you on a cock and summons a mouth on his hand to continue tongue fucking your ass.

And this man has stamina that's out of this world. He'll keep you there until he's satisfied, which can take hours. By that point, you're a mess, nothing but a toy for him to do what he wants with.

#jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk headcanons #headcanon #sukuna headcanons #jjk x gender neutral reader #gender neutral language #Sukuna eats ass #you can fight me on this #because i will stand by it #i hope none of my irls see this #gender neutral imagine #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen smut #ryomen sukuna

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crepe-of-wrath · 4 months

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Self-indulgent Sukuna x Fem Reader

Please no U18 readers; fem reader; Sukuna too soft for canon; "Sukuna despises everyone except Reader" genre of Sukuna x Reader fic; passing mentions of Sukuna Things (domination, collars, oral (m receiving), etc.)

Sukuna doesn't know what's wrong with him. What was he thinking, humoring your stupid little request for your stupid little embroidery kit?

Why did he want to look at you sitting there at the base of his throne, stitching away as though you were a happy and free woman and not the dominated, marked up, imprisoned little pet of the King of Curses? Why did it please him to see that, so long as you were able to make your little designs on some worthless scrap of fabric that Uraume had found for you, you were perfectly happy to submissively and silently curl up at his feet for hours on end, until it amused him to drag you onto his lap so he could play with your tits or your pussy? Why did he like it when you would occasionally pause to stretch your hands? It couldn't be because that was when you would look up at him and give him a gentle smile, like you didn't mind at all that you were completely bare except for tiny panties, collared and leashed for your Master's amusement and pleasure.

No, it couldn't be.

Where was his cruelty? Why wasn't he ripping up the kimono that you had made just for him, that you had offered him with a trembling voice? What was holding him back? Callously destroying the result of countless hours of your work would be just the thing to fully break you!

It couldn't be because wearing your fine silken handiwork while you drop to your knees and begin to worship his cocks with your mouth as you stare at him with adoring eyes makes him feel more of a god than anything he's done in a thousand years.

No, it couldn't be.

#sukuna x reader #fem reader #ryomen sukuna #sorry i just spent the evening embroidering like 100 french knots so here we are #i know that a project like this irl would usually be done on a slate frame that doesn't really balance well on a lap #but please refer back to the “self indulgent” part of the title

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windlullaby-arts · 4 months

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Happy New Year everyone!! 🙌🏻 Praying that 2024 is gonna be healthier and friendlier to all of us 🛐 Sending much love to you guys, you’ve made my 2023 better 💕

I was hesitant to post this bc I hate it so much but I don’t have anything else currently (and it’s almost january 2nd already) :( I was planning for a full bar ambiance background with some cool red lightings but my hand and my brain just couldn’t work together so I gave up 🫠

#my art #my king you look so damn fine #i’ll deal with this drawing again in another time when i’m more stable #irl problems hit me hard lmao i’m sorry 😔#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart #ryomen sukuna #sukuna

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lavenderjewels · 7 months

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why is he acting like he doesn’t know his childhood,, he lived through it 😭

#flashback pls gege pls pls #I wonder if sukunas past is gonna be similar to the irl sukuna legend #jjk spoilers #jjk 237 #cue [creep] by Radiohead #sukuna #kashimo was kinda cute this chapter I like their character design.#rip though. it seemed like Kashimo’s past was a sacrificial CT and that was right lol #I want a flashback of idk sukuna eating people. it would be funny but also I want more horror in this series

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meguwumibear · 8 months

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a continuation of this piece tw vampire!sukuna, biting, blood, mild violence, brief descriptions of injury, implied dubcon/noncon, and as always let me know if ive missed anything!

The first bite is a warning.

The creature—Sukuna, he’ll tell you later—has whisked you away to his home or rather to his nest. To the beast’s credit, he had style. And money. Or at the very least he had the power to take whatever his still heart desired. Including this gaudy mansion. Including you.

He thinks you should be grateful. He could have sunk his teeth into you in that dingy, dirty alleyway. He could have bled you dry while he had you pressed against that dilapidating brick wall. But, determined not to disappoint you, he’d taken you home instead. He’ll fuck you in every room in his mansion twice before he lets you die. Maybe you wouldn’t be so disappointed then.

You haven’t stopped fighting him. It’s amusing really, that you think your cute little fingernails can do any real damage. Tomorrow maybe he’ll rip them from you one by one so that you are nothing but a weak, defenseless sack of cartilage. Tonight however, he savors each and every bite.

By the time he’s pinning your wrists to the mattress—another thing you should be thankful for really; you’re not only in his home, but in his well kept bed—your fingers and covered in his blood: all ten digits wet and cherry red from the substance. He vaguely worries about the silk sheets the two of you are about to ruin, but hey, he can always just steal more.

The first bite is a warning, but it draws blood.

You try your best not to whimper, so the resulting sound is a cross between a yelp and a hiss. His fangs may be razor sharp but they sting when they pierce the flesh of your neck. The blood that bubbles reluctantly to the surface is thick and metallic. Sukuna wastes no time pressing his tongue against the wound to stymie the flow. He’s reward with the bitter coppery taste of you.

He’s going to kill you slowly…if he kills you a all. He could keep you around for a year or two, teetering between this world and the next. Fatigued and half mad from blood loss. Desperate to die but unable to as he nurses you back to health only to drain you again and again and again.

The two hands not securing your wrists have your hips pinned to the mattress. He lets you struggle beneath him for a while, enjoying the way your body jerks around, back arching, veins puckering and straining against your vain, hopeless efforts to free yourself from his clutches. You’ll tire yourself out eventually. They always do.

The second bite is cruel.

He’s worked up quite an appetite watching you squirm. The bite is sudden and quick. Two needle-like fangs sink deep into your jugular, and this time you scream as he carelessly opens you up for him. Hot tears well in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. When the first one falls, he wipes it away with a thumb.

You tense under the pressure. Muscles tightening in both pain and fear as he feasts on you. The sensation of being fed on is unnatural. After the initial bit of blood is pumped out of your body, the stream slows to a trickle, trying and failing to clot. Sukuna has to suck hard around the opened vein to keep his mouth full of your lifeblood.

In some stories, a vampire bite is accompanied with a release of venom into the human’s body. The toxins are supposed to make the human calmer, more receptive to the feeding. It’s supposed to dull the senses. Lessen the ache. The sensation should become enjoyable, even. Blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. Making the human want more.

If vampires actually possess such a venom, Sukuna has no intention of using it on you now. There’s no pleasure or high to accompany the hurt. Just the burn of your blood’s unnatural path. Sucked out of your body instead of pumped through it.

It doesn’t take long for your body to register the loss. Your mouth begins to dry and your head begins to throb, telltale signs that the monster before you cares not if you live or die. You try to take deep breaths as your vision begins to go fade.

“Aw, tapping out already, sweetheart?” Sukuna coos, nosing at your no doubt bruising neck. “Guess I’m not so disappointing after all. Shame the same can’t be said of you.”

He can feel your pulse weakening. If he doesn’t stop now, you won’t make it through the night.

“I-” you pant, breathless from blood loss, “I expected nothing more than this from you. It’s still me who’s disappointed in the end.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. The monster on top of you snarls as his grip tightens. There’s a searing white pain in your arm followed by a disembodied crack. Vaguely, your brain registers that Sukuna has broken your wrist. Both of them.

In pain and in tears; humans never look more beautiful. Sukuna watches sob after sob wreck your body. He licks at the crystalline drops that spill from your eyes savoring the salt of them. His own tear ducts are no longer capable of producing the substance. A part of being human he doesn’t miss.

“Poor thing,” he tuts, brushing his knuckles against your jaw. Your mouth is open, inviting as you cry, and he can’t help but stuff two of his long clawed fingers into it and rub them along your flat, omnivorous teeth.

Your face scrunches in disgust at the invasion. You visibly gag around the digits as he slips them further into your hot mouth, fingering the bumpy muscle of your tongue with the pads of his too cold fingers. The difference in your body temperatures is another dead give away that Sukuna is something more than dead but less than alive.

As the drool begins to dribble down the corners of your mouth, he arches an eyebrow at you as if to ask just what you’re going to do about the intrusion. And in response,

You bite.

#i have vampires on the brain #irl bestie is live texting me her thoughts on true blood #i think it's time for a rewatch #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #tw blood #tw injury #tw noncon #<- to be safe #but i should stress nothing beyond biting happens in this #though the biting is nonconsensual so

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ballsmcballserson · 2 months

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I wanna be like a piece of bread in a panini press when I see some of these men ❤️

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sunlitlamplove · 2 months

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so who is he? (nanami kento/YN) (NSFT)

short unedited fic - a writing exercise gone wrong, let me know if you enjoy and/or want more of nanami

it wasn’t that you didn’t do relationships, or that you weren’t interested. you just couldn’t find the time away from your constantly life threatening career, nor were you any longer trusting (i.e. naive) enough to embark on an intimate relationship with a stranger. you didn’t have much in the way of friends, hell the few friends you did have were coworkers you had known for years and even then you still had a tendency to hold most of them at arms’ length, excluding gojo, who managed to cheerily worm his way into seemingly everyone’s personal lives. as he was doing now, with you.

the two of you sat in the dimly lit nook of a quietly bustling lounge after work that evening. it was a rare occasion that gojo was able to cajole you into stepping out and embracing the nightlife with him, both of you busy enough with your own schedules but especially since he had known for years your averseness to crowds. but hey, gojo was buying and free drinks were calling your name. after some catching up and a couple vodka cokes, you were pleasantly buzzed, biting back a smile at the intrigued looks both women and men sent the pair of you, nestled away in your corner. smirking like a fox, gojo slid his too lanky body closer to you in the booth, curling his arm over your shoulder.

ordinarily, you would have pushed him away, not keen on physical contact from just anyone, but you were tipsy and he was gojo. gojo satoru knew you better than most; had seen you at your worst, half dead, bloody, near mad. he had pulled you from cliff’s edge, had saved you time and time again, and conversely, he was also the reason you drank. you were certain his idiocy had likely shortened your life just as much as he had saved it. gojo was a dear friend, but he knew how to press your buttons and press them he did.

“so who is he?”

you looked at him through furrowed, half drunken brow. “who’s who?”

“who’s the guy you’re fucking these days?” he asks with no preamble, sipping his vodka cranberry lemonade and glancing down at you from his blacked out frames, his chapped lips curved delightfully around a cheshire smile.

you don’t give anything away, and you laugh, almost too loud above the soft, jazzy r&b playing over the lounge speakers. you pray he doesn’t notice.

(he notices.)

“what? you hear yourself ask. “why do you always assume i’m fucking someone?”

gojo smiles incomprehensibly wider at your laugh, his arm tightening around your shoulder. “i’ve known you for almost a decade at this point, you really don’t think i can tell when you’re getting laid on a regular basis?”

“i mean, god, i would hope not.”

“you’re a lot nicer when you’re getting some,” he says.

“is that so,” you say dryly.

“hate to break it to you, kid.” you can see him wink at you over his glasses and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “really, you just exude the air of the well fucked, let’s just say that.”

“you’re disgusting, gojo.” you sip your drink and laugh, shaking your head.

“i’m right, and you can’t even deny it. but, on the off chance i am wrong…why don’t you come back to my place tonight?” his voice was silken, quiet, husky in your ear.

you chuckle and shake him off your shoulder, half missing his friendly warmth but determined to prove a point. you knew he wasn’t serious, that this was yet another ploy of his to get you to spill the truth. gojo had casually flirted with you and pretty much everyone you knew since you the day you had met him. there…may have been one or two…close..encounters with gojo when you both were far gone and desperate for comfort, but you had never gone further than a heavy make out session with his hand up your shirt.

you attempt to point your finger in his face, swaying slightly. ever the decent friend, gojo reaches out and helps guide your hand to point at him. he shimmers slightly kaleidoscopic, his white shock of hair softly glowing under the romantic light of the bar.

“thanks -get off me- thanks. listen, asshole.” biting back a smile, still pointing in his face after you shake off his grip and gojo mockingly raises his hands in self defense, and tries not to giggle under the weight of your faux serious stare. “i’m not fucking anyone, and i’m definitely not fucking you.”

“am i interrupting something?” when you register the tall, dominating figure casting a shadow over your table as nanami kento, you feel your heart skip a beat, and you desperately resist the blush cascading over your sun kissed skin. “is this idiot bothering you, y/n?” nanami’s voice is dry, half amused.

“k-nanami! i…i didn’t— you’re back,” and you’re fucking breathless and his eyes are soft and warm and oh

oh god.

here’s the thing.

you didn’t do relationships. but nanami kento was not a man you could bear to ever deny.

the last time you had seen nanami had been a week prior. for hours, nanami had sucked on your clit and worked you open with his thick fingers so intensely that you couldn’t help but gush against his mouth, trembling and gasping as you soaked him in your come. his kiss after he had lifted his face from between your thick, slippery thighs was sloppy and overwhelming, and you felt yourself ready for another round as he moaned softly against your tongue. that same night, nanami had inadvertently made you cry, grunting as he ruthlessly thrust into you, fucking you so deep and good with your legs hiked high on his shoulders that he had unlocked some sort of inner vault of emotion you rarely accessed; the orgasm he had coaxed from you was one of the best in your life and he had chuckled when you told him so later, cuddling in the afterglow, nanami peppering your whole face with kisses as you lightly stroked his still slightly heaving, sweaty chest while he massaged slow circles into your back. and then he had left to embark on a mission you were unsure he would return from; and now he was here, and you were drunk and your lover was in front of you and you could almost cry from how badly you wanted to feel him come inside you.

you could feel yourself starting to heat up under your collar, and you tried to think less indecent thoughts. but the images of the intimate moments you spent together began a loop in your brain and you could feel a slow smile crawl across your face as he gazed down at you. nanami’s lips quirked and a lightning hot thrill shot through you.

“nanami!” gojo exclaims, ignoring the rude remark, as you stare up silently at nanami, his gaze flitting between a slight concern towards you and distaste towards gojo. “sit with us!”

does that feel good, baby?

you nod, remembering your manners. “please, nanami. sit with us and save me from him.”

nanami slides into the booth on your opposite side, nodding at the bartender. as gojo chatters away, your gaze slides to nanami, taking in his dark button up loosened at the throat, his tie gone, his sleeves rolled up his wiry forearms. nanami’s hands, his fingers running up and down the sides of his sweating glass of dark liquor. you listen quietly, sipping your refill as nanami unwinds and debriefs with you and gojo the outcome of his mission. it hadn’t been too dangerous, a dead end with elusive trap doors, but you missed out on the finer details as you hungrily took in the man before you.

“i can’t believe i get to taste you, fuck. your pussy makes me fucking desperate, y/n.”

your eyes are pulled back to nanami’s hands, his hands, god. you thought about those big hands spreading your thighs wide, how he pulled your hands away from your soaking pussy when you got shy and tried to hide from him. you tried to stay present as gojo relayed to nanami the details of his own last trip, but instead the instant replay of nanami worshipping your body and bringing you to climax took precedent in your drunk brain.

“anyway, we were talking about y/n’s dating life,” gojo says, nudging you and you shove him back harder than necessary.

“really,” nanami says and smiles, running a hand through his hair. did he have to do something that turned you on in front of gojo? god, you sounded like a such a man. it wasn’t nanami’s fault everything he did aroused you.

he was a couple liquors deep, and you could see the alcohol beginning to take effect, his usual demure smiles lilting into playfulness, his eyes twinkling. “please, y/n, don’t let me interrupt. how is your dating life?” nanami asks, his elbow grazing against yours. you could move your arm, but so could he. both of you decidedly do not. the contact alone is setting your body aflame.

he was still looking at you, and you turned your head, finding his downcast eyes on your rosy mouth, still wet from your glass. his gaze tracked the unconscious movement of your tongue swiping across your full lips, his own tongue peeking out to wet his. unbeknownst to you, the blue eyes behind sunglasses manage to catch the motion of nanami’s observance and a cheshire cat smile begins to grow.

“i wasn’t talking about my dating life, this jackass was talking about it,” you reply hastily, hiking a thumb at the aforementioned white haired idiot by your side. “there’s nothing to even talk about, really.”

you and nanami weren’t dating. he was just being a really good guy and fucking you on the regular, keeping a spare toothbrush and clothes at yours, sleeping over and breaking a thousand rules you knew not to when it came to a man who wasn’t actually your man. when you were tipsy, you could call him your lover in your head, a title you would never speak aloud to anyone else, but it was true, wasn’t it? nanami was your lover. you would never admit it to gojo, lest you wanted the world to know what you and nanami still kept between only you; you still weren’t entirely sure how it had started, too many late nights spent together on missions and nanami being nanami, and you were single and lonely and traumatized, and he was too, both of you just needing some human comfort but instead you had found a raging fire between you, only quelled when nanami’s head was nestled between your thighs or when you rode him, gasping as he groaned and begged you to fuck yourself harder on his dick in the quiet of the dawn rising in his moonlit bedroom.

“that’s too bad,” nanami says, taking a swig from his glass. his eyes never left yours. “a man would be lucky to be graced just with your presence.”

it hadn’t been much of a doubt before. but you were definitely fucking him tonight.

embarrassingly, your mouth falls open before you can stop it, and you are unable to control the laugh that spills from your throat that a) nanami would say that and b) nanami would say that in front of gojo.

who, when you glance to your right, was no longer there. you suppose he had gone to top up his drink, and you turn quickly back to nanami, who seems somehow even closer, and you can feel his big hot hand slide underneath your skirt and onto your mid thigh, squeezing your burning flesh before running his thumb in slow circles. you breathe in shakily, feeling dizzy. you were aching for more from him.

not just sex. don’t get it wrong, you desperately wanted him, carnally, bordering on indecently. you wanted him to fuck you into his mattress, with your face pressed against his pillow, breathing in the scent of him. you wanted him to drink from you, to take from you, you wanted to lose yourself in his arms. you wouldn’t admit it. but you would gladly take everything nanami would give you and then some. you could feel the raging blush across your cheeks, your whole body throbbing with need.

when you look up at nanami from under your lashes, you notice his flushed skin, the smile curving his soft lips, the way he looks at you like you are something not of this world, dazzling, breathtaking. as though he is in awe. his hand reaches up and pushes your hair away from your face, lingering against your cheek.

“i missed you,” he says, and you feel yourself almost come undone. the tears are threatening to swell, and you catch his hand.

“i missed you too,” you whisper. “i want you to take me home, kento.”

hearing the soft need in your voice, nanami immediately stands, interlocking his fingers with yours and leading you out into the night. hours later, boneless and fucked out in his arms, he shows you the three missed calls from gojo, with a single text reading:

have fun u crazy kids :-) ♡

and then a second:

you’re buying me lunch tmrw btw sorry i don’t make the rules

#just emotionally going thru it rn and needed to write something #lmk if you enjoyed it #i think nanami would be an amazing lover #sick of these irl men ngl #nanami kento/reader #nanami kento #nanami kento/yn #black reader/nanami kento #gojo satoru/reader #a little bit not a lot #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #choso kamo #sukuna #now i have that one tiktok sukuna edit in my head #yeaaaaa i fucc her like a bitchhhh

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kenjakusbraincum · 5 months

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Sukuna is a girl dad. No I will not elaborate, this is fact.

YOU'RE SO RIGHT. I think about this way too much bc i have a thing for sukuna getting me pregnant I think abt it all the time. Like Sukuna gives me the vibes of that dad that initially threw a tantrum over getting a girl but then saw his SO sad and decided to ''give it a chance'' and it's all downhills from there bc he's absolutely head over heels for that little girl.

I also think that even if he got a boy before or later he would be disappointed bc a boy (im imagining a golden retriever boy like Yuji) would NOT match his energy at all. Like I'm 100% here for a boy that matches his SO's energy and a little demonic girl that matches Sukuna's (but tbf even if she doesn't match his energy... he's a different man around that little kid)

#asks #i wanna write about this sooooo baaaad #but i can't get that ''SUKUNA WOULD NOT BE LIKE THIS IN CANON!!!'' voice out of my head when im writing lol #it has to be a seriously established relationship for this to work out for me lol #im also 100% going to be childfree irl #but if anyone asks im carrying sukunas child rn #<3 #3 months in #im totally mentally sane and not obsessed w this man

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cocogum · 5 months

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The awareness level of Sukuna’s existence doesn’t make any sense.

When I had first watched season 1 for the first time, I always found it weird how no one around Yuji was terrified that he was a walking time bomb.

Like these people have all gone through either the Kyoto Jujutsu High or the Tokyo one. And what do these sorcery schools teach? They teach the basic topics that any school has to have but they primarily teach the different grades (from Grade 4 weakest to Special Grade strongest), how domains work, history of sorcery, general sorcery techniques like barriers, but above all, they teach the different types of curses. Since they’d be teaching the students about all types of curses, they would have obviously taught them about the LITERAL KING OF CURSES and what he had done in the past (like his achievements 😀).

Since that’s the case, how come no one is freaking out or aware that the literal embodiment of chaos’s vessel is now walking around with them??????

Because if you think about it, the only thing separating any jujutsu sorcerer from getting killed, sliced, shredded to bits, or eaten by Sukuna is a 15 year old dude who just started to learn what curses and jujutsu even was 💀.

The only people who actually have good reasons to act this casual were Gojo and the non-sorcerers. Gojo, because he’s literally the strongest so he’d have no reason to be scared of Sukuna (they’re almost equals). And the non-sorcerers because well….they just have no idea who Sukuna is.

And yet, that’s not what we got. Instead, we even got the sorcerer students from both schools acting casual around Yuji as if he didn’t have Sukuna in his back pocket. And it’s not like these students haven’t seen a curse before. A lot of them have a hard time dealing with them so they are AWARE how much of a pain in the ass they are. So why would they not take Yuji’s case a bit more seriously like how they did with Yuta’s?

Cuz I don’t know about you but they painfully made it clear that there was a HUGE difference between the two and all it took to show it was a one hour movie 💀

(Ex: making Yuta wear a distinct white uniform instead of blue just to make the students and teachers aware of his presence.)

(Ex: Maki and the gang attacking Yuta as soon as they meet him because they sensed his cursed energy as soon as he came in the class.)

(Ex: he immediately gets to be ranked as a special grade for containing the ‘Queen of Curses’.)

Yuta even gets a full scene of Gojo and the higher-ups talking about his case in the movie. Now I’m not saying that the higher-ups didn’t talk about Yuji. I’m just saying that, unlike Yuta, we didn’t see his. Yuji didn’t even get to be ranked as a special grade as soon as he got accepted by the school despite containing the KING OF CURSES, someone who literally outranks the ‘Queen of Curses’ by simply blinking.

So even when Yuta had been in the same shoes as him, we can see how he got treated more seriously than Yuji. Like the math isn’t mathing.

The only one who had acted concerned and scared as soon as they saw Yuji, was the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu High, Yoshinobu Gakuganji.

He saw Yuji, was shocked to see him alive, and tried to tell his own students to kill him during the Kyoto Goodwill Event.

His students (excluding Todo) actually listened to him but the weird part about this was the fact that they never show an ounce of curiosity or shock from witnessing someone who withstood Sukuna’s fingers and is actually keeping him in check (for now).

The first time they all saw Yuji, their focus were apparently too into the souvenirs Gojo bought for them that they barely even noticed him or registered the fact that they were all going to compete against someone who has the King of Curses captive in their body.

But that’s clearly not an excuse to NOT notice him! Like come on would you rather focus your time and energy on the vessel that literally keeps the embodiment of DEATH, or on a flimsy ass souvenir????

Now I’m not saying that just because we saw a lot of instances where Yuta was discriminated or taken special treatment means that Yuji did not get treated the same way just because we haven’t seen any scenes like that with him.

I’m just saying that it’s weird how we DIDN’T see any scenes like that with Yuji.

Also, to top it all off, did NO ONE tell Yuji about what Sukuna was capable of??? The only instance where we do see Yuji learning more about Sukuna is when he was nonchalantly walking with Gojo to see principal Yaga for the first time. All Yujj got to know about Sukuna was that: 1. He used to be a human and 2. He had ascended to become a higher being and now kills people for his amusement. I’m legit surprised to see how they haven’t even told Yuji about Sukuna’s abilities. All Gojo said about it was that Yuji could gain Sukuna’s abilities if he trained. He never explicitly said anything about what these abilities were.

And I get that Gojo actually sucks at being a teacher (a first-year teacher) which is why I can give him a pass (even though you have to be this stupid to not be able to at least tell your student what the enemy can do).

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