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clementine-thedestroyer · 4 months

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Second time in one week I try to write porn without plot and somehow 1-2k words of soft fluffy hurt-comfort bullshit show up at the front door and just make themselves at home. I'm not even kidding, the last 1500 words are just more sex, but softer. There's not even any elements of the prompts in that part. Someone take away my fucking Tumblr and Ao3.

Anyways. With that out of the way, may I present to the esteemed ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise categorized inhabitants of Tumblr: Kinktober in December

Kinktober day 23/24: Shibari + pet play - Gaz x reader

Warnings/Tags: Bondage/shibari, Pet play (kitten, specifically), gags, blindfolds, overstimulation, fem!reader, unprotected piv sex, sex as aftercare, then more aftercare. The pet play is pretty light in this, and Gaz is a soft dom but gets a bit meaner than usual here. The gets super soft.

Gaz was an asshole. That's it, you’ve decided. Let it be known across the lands that you, girlfriend supreme, officially, deem your sweet, caring boyfriend of nearly 10 months a complete asshole on the rare occasion he decides to be mean in the bedroom.

Or… maybe the term “pill” would be more suitable. Because calling him an “asshole” implies a certain level of jerkiness, and Gaz was anything but a jerk- and it also implies that he’s doing something you don’t like… and it would be a lie to say you didn’t like this.

This being how you’re spread out on the bed- lying on your stomach and held in place by an array of intricate knots. Your right leg was stretched out behind you and towards the bottom of the bed. A rope looped around your ankle is secured to the foot of the bed- keeping you from pulling it up. Another loop is done around the thigh of the same leg, although the loop around your thigh goes to secure to the side of the bed frame instead of the foot, and the loop itself was done a bit tight- not enough to hurt- just enough for the muscle and fat of the area to bubble out a bit. Your left leg was bound completely differently. Gaz had had you bend your knee all the way, until your heel was nearly touching your butt- then had tied it that way. The bindings on that leg also had a rope connecting down to the bed frame- although done to the side and towards the headboard. Together with the positioning of your other leg, the ropes kept your legs spread and your body on display for anyone in the room.

Your arms were tied too, of course. Gaz had pulled them both behind you and had you bend your elbows so he could bond your forearms together horizontally. And in addition to the ropes keeping you in place, there was, of course, a cute little pair of cat ears perched atop your head.

The position wasn’t uncomfortable, and it was far easier for Gaz to get you into than plenty of the others the two of you had done. Gaz had even given the ropes keeping your legs in place a bit of slack out of consideration for your hip flexors.

That really should have been your first warning.

Gaz was usually meticulous with his rope work. If he didn’t want you to be able to move, you would not be able to move. So the fact that you were left with enough room to wiggle, squirm, and even slightly reposition yourself was an intentional one.

But you didn’t quite catch on to what he was planning until later.

You let him tug a blindfold over your eyes- blissfully unaware of whatever he was doing behind you- aside from teasing him whenever you heard the sound of him dropping or struggling to find something in his own closet.

You laughed when he responded to your teases with a quip of his own- warning you to mind the rather vulnerable position you’ve let him put you in. a warning which you, of course, paid no heed to. Gaz wasn’t much of a stickler for behavior- you could get away with whatever the bratting equivalent of murder was with him, and you knew it. With Gaz, it was all soft and sweet- although certainly not vanilla.

You didn’t think much of it when, once he finally found what he was looking for, he positioned himself behind you and, instead of going for your cunt, poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and started opening up your ass.

You whined softly and arched your back for him, grinding your clit down against the mattress beneath you and greedily pushing back on the one, then two fingers that stretched you open. Your needy display was met only with amusement- no praises of “good girl” and no hand reaching down to toy with your clit.

You couldn’t help but pout, still rocking back on the fingers that fucked you open. You could play this man like a damn fiddle, and you knew it- why weren't your usual tricks working?

You didn't even think much of it when he finally removed his fingers- only to replace them with a toy instead of his cock. You did, however, whine a bit about it. Why did he have to spend all that time stretching your ass if he was just going to fuck your pussy anyways?

You weren't given an answer beyond an amused chuckle and a reminder to “be patient”.

The toy in your ass is one you recognize immediately. The fur tickling at your skin was a dead giveaway- along with the fact that wherever the cat ears go, Gaz makes sure the matching tail will follow.

You only start to realize it’s not going to be one of you two’s usual nights when you feel the head of a wand vibrator nestled against your clit and turned on.

You immediately jerk in your bindings, yelping at the sudden stimulation and immediately trying to lift your hips up and away from it- only for the vibrator to move with you. You whine pitifully as you realize Gaz is tying it to your thigh, arching your back harder and practically wiggling your ass for him as you try to squirm away from the toy.

“Settle down, kitty.” Gaz says calmly- though you’re certain that if you could see his face, you’d find him grinning ear-to-ear. He places a large hand on each side of your hips and gives them a warning squeeze before gently pushing you back down flat against the mattress- the tail bouncing slightly and brushing against the back of your thigh when he does.

You let out a muffled plea as he holds your hips down, sandwiching the vibrator between you and the mattress and effectively forcing you to let the vibrator nestle directly against your clit. The vibrations against your clit were already bordering on too much at first- but like this, the stimulation was downright painful.

You begged incoherently and bucked your hips, squirming desperately as tears started to gather at the corners of your eyes. When Gaz finally released his hold on your hips- even going so far as to lift them up for you to relive the worst of the stimulation- you sobbed, breathing heavily as your legs twitched in the ropes binding them.

“Aw, does kitty not like that?” Gaz asks- and you can hear the teasing tone and amusement in his voice as he does.

The blindfold has been thoroughly displaced by this point. Because of being on your stomach and the relative mobility you had with your upper body, all of your squirming had been enough for it to get slightly pulled down, just enough for you to turn your head back to look at Gaz and give him a desperate look.

“Kyle!! P-Please! I-I can’t- I can’t! It hurts!” You plead, in what you’re sure is an absolutely debauched state. Your hair is probably a mess, your face is wet from tears, and you’re practically trembling as you beg him.

Gaz smiles softly, and you watch him grab what you recognize as the wand’s remote and click the “down” button a couple of times. He then leans forward, still supporting your hips with one arm as he presses a kiss to your wet cheek.

“Sorry, love. That was mean, I know.” He says, still smiling and gently tugging the blindfold back over your eyes as he speaks.

You whine pitifully- both at the loss of your vision and his words- and go limp against the bed, letting your head fall against the mattress and your hips rely fully on Gaz’s hold. Once you go limp, you get a pat on the bottom and a pillow placed under you.

“I’ll be right back.” Gaz says softly to you, and as his hands leave your hips, the pillow supports you enough to keep the vibrator just barely touching your clit- as opposed to being pressed fully against it like earlier.

When Gaz returns, you feel the vibrations switched off and his hand takes one of yours and unclenches it from the tight fist you’ve made it. Before you can ask him what he’s doing or even make a noise of confusion, you feel the shape of a familiar object pressed into your palm.

The clicker. You know this system, it’s one of the two you use- and it also means that you’re likely about to be gagged, because the clicker’s meant for whenever you couldn’t speak or reach a part of Gaz’s body to tap on. Three fast clicks to safeword, one finger stuck out to respond “yes” to a question, and two fingers to respond “no”.

Gaz wraps your fingers around the clicker, situating your thumb beside the button so you can feel where it is. He then leans down, smoothing your hair down a bit and adjusting the cat ears before kissing the nape of your neck and asking you a question.

“Can you show me a “stop”?”

You nod softly and move your thumb onto the button, quickly pressing down three times and filling the room with three loud clicks.

“Good girl,” Gaz says, placing a hand at the base of your spine and rubbing it soothingly. “Am I good to continue?”

You nod, sticking out the index finger of the hand not holding the clicker at the same time to reaffirm your response.

When you feel a hand under your chin, you flinch in surprise. Only for Gaz to laugh and place a hand atop your head, petting at your hair softly before guiding your head back towards him.

“It’s okay kitty, I’m just going to gag you.” Gaz says, pushing the rubbery ball lightly against your lips. Not trying to put it in, but just showing you what he’s about to put in your mouth.

“It’s just the ball gag, okay? You’ve had it before.”

You nod slightly, sticking your tongue out to tentatively lick at the ball in a way that you know will make Gaz smile.

Since he turned off the vibrator, you’ve been steadily calming down from your slightly panicked and very wiggly attempts to escape. With the mean, overstimulating, and relentless assault on your clitoris finished- or at least paused- you’re much more content to sit pretty and sweet for Gaz- so you accept the gag easily.

“Good girl,” Gaz says as you part your lips and let him push the ball securely into your mouth, even tilting your head forward to give him better access to the back of your head to secure the gag. When he’s finished, you’re rewarded with a gentle pat to your cheek and kiss to the top of your head.

“We wouldn’t want you making too much noise and bothering the neighbors, now would we kitty?” He says, giving a final scritch to the area right behind your ear before standing up. You feel the bed shift beneath you as he moves, and you turn your head to the other side to follow the sound of his footsteps as he walks around the bed. When he gets to the other side he sits back down onto the bed between your spread legs- and you practically keen around the gag, arching your back and trying to wiggle your butt back towards him in a silent plea to please fill you up.

Your cunt feels achingly empty, and you find yourself wishing for nothing more than for Gaz to fuck you and make you feel nice and full. Your ass is already filled so nicely with the plug- all you need is Gaz’s cock inside of you and you’ll melt.

Because doesn't it just sound perfect? Gaz got to have his fun with the wand earlier- and now your clit’s oversensitive and you can’t stop clenching around nothing.

You're caught off guard when, instead of Gaz’s cock pushing into you, you feel the wand vibrator tied to your thigh start back up. You scrunch your nose as a wave of confusion hits you- only to be quickly forgotten as you feel the mattress shift beneath you once again as Gaz stands up.

The pillow Gaz had placed under you earlier is taken away, and you’re once again left trying to squirm away from the wand vibrator and keep pressure off of it. You let out a pitiful, betrayed whine behind the gag. Tears once again start to wet the blindfold over your eyes as you desperately try to squirm- looking over at where you think and hope Gaz is and giving him the most betrayed and pleading look you can despite the gag and blindfold. But you don’t get the mercy you were hoping for. Instead, you get a hand on your lower back- not quite pushing you down like before, but almost warning you- and a rare stern tone from Gaz.

“You know what to do if you need it to stop.”

You nod and choke on a sob, continuing to squirm and let desperate, pitiful noises leak through the gag as the toy’s vibrations wrack through your body. A particularly loud yelp spills out of you as Gaz pushes two fingers into your drenched pussy and presses down, right where he knows you’re the most sensitive. The pressure from his fingers forces you to choose between keeping your hips up and pushing against his fingers, or lowering them and letting the vibrator be pressed against your clit again. You're caught between two different sources of “too much”, and left with stuttering hips, jerky movements, and shaky breaths as you try to find a relief that doesn't exist.

“I’ll be back in a little bit.” Gaz says, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the back of your thigh.

The heat of embarrassment at your cheeks is quickly overpowered by panic as his words register to you. You nearly bawl as you hear his footsteps start to recede and the bedroom door open, and you know that if not for the gag, you’d be screaming and begging for him to come back.

You know you can stop it, you know he’s not going to go far away enough to not hear the clicker. He probably hasn’t even left the room- probably standing in the doorway and keeping a close eye on you- but nothing about knowing that makes you feel any better.

You feel a surge of bratty anger bubble up inside you. How dare he just leave you here!? You were being good and everything! You’ve done nothing to warrant this new… mean version of Gaz!

You try to shake the cat ears off your head- hoping that if Gaz comes back to find you’ve dislodged them and maybe your blindfold too, you’ll get a reaction from him- only to nearly scream in frustration when you fail to make them move an inch. At this point, the brush of the tail’s fur against your thighs has simply become an annoyance too, but you can’t move away from it with the ropes keeping you in place.

Your anger doesn't last long. In fact, most of your thinking is out the window after a couple of minutes, because keeping your hips raised starts to hurt- bad. Before long, your thighs and core are shaking from holding yourself up and your back aches from being arched for so long without support. You hold out for as long as you can, but eventually, you have to give in.

When you finally collapse flat onto the mattress, you break. Your clit is back to being pushed into the head of the wand vibrator by your weight against the mattress, and soon after, you reach a painful orgasm that leaves you sobbing and shaking.

That’s how you know Gaz never actually left the room, because the second you cum, a strong arm lifts your hips and the vibrator is moved away. Instead, Gaz’s fingers take its place- making gentle circles around your clit and letting you grind down onto his hand, whispering sweet praises to you as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers at your own pace.

The gentleness of Gaz’s touch was enough to have you melting. Supported and safe in his arms- whimpering softly behind your gag as the pain gave way to pleasure.

After your orgasm, your head was left hazy and muddled. Enough so that when Gaz undid the gag and pulled the blindfold up and off of your eyes, you didn’t do much more than whine and try to hide from the too-bright lights of the room.

“Good girl” Gaz muttered somewhere behind you- his fingers working quickly at the knots keeping your arms together as he spoke soft praises to you.

His words sent you somehow higher than you already were, and you were right up on cloud nine from the comforting sound of his voice alone. Even the pain of easing your joints out of the position they had been bound in so long didn’t bother you too much.

Once your arms were free, you reached a hand down in between your legs, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm- although it eventually just became you lazily playing with your oversensitive clit.

Once Gaz finished untying your legs, you found yourself laid on your back and looking up at him, head still hazy, legs still feeling like jelly, and still shamelessly toying with your clit. Gaz himself was still fully clothed- wearing a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved button-up. While usually, being the only one naked might make you squirm in shyness and embarrassment, right now, it only served to comfort you. Being completely bare, laid out, and wrecked for Gaz made you feel… happy. Fuzzy and warm, all that good stuff. Plus, how could you be embarrassed when he was looking down at you with such a loving smile on his face… even if it quickly turned bemused as his eyes followed your arm to the space between your legs.

“You're still going, love? I figured you’d be too sensitive to be up for anything after this.” Gaz said, reaching his hand down to spread your lips to see your swollen clit.

You nod, wincing at a particularly harsh circle of the bud by your hand. You were too sensitive to get off like this- but you also weren't going to stop. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and let him take care of you, but you were pulled away from that warm, fuzzy feeling you usually got at the end of a scene by the lingering aching of your cunt. Sure, you came- but the fact that you never had anything besides a few fingers inside of you (which didn’t even count, they were only there for a few seconds) meant that, even though your clit was over-abused, the rest of you was still up and ready for round two.

“You shouldn’t touch yourself if it’s hurting like that.” Gaz says, frowning at your pained expression and gently starting to pull your hand away from yourself.

You whine, throwing your head back and furiously shaking it no- nearly dislodging the cat ears that were still on your head. Gaz sighs and smiles at your display, leaning down to kiss you before trying to sit back up, only for you to wrap your arms tightly around his neck and trap him in a hug. He only laughs in response, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you up with him and into his lap.

“Tell me what you need, Love. A bath? Food? Sleep?”

You shake your head no to all of his questions. At the moment, all you really want is for him to make the ache in your pussy go for you in a way that doesn't involve your oversensitive clit. Perched on Gaz’s lap, your arms are too busy holding onto him to continue to jerk yourself off, so instead you settle for grinding down on the straining bulge of his cock to try to get your point across.

Gaz groans when you grind against him through his jeans, his arm tightening around you as he hisses a curse under his breath. “Fuck- okay, I get it.” He says, reaching a hand down to your clit.

You immediately jerk away, shaking your head no hurriedly. Gaz freezes, looking at you with confusion until realization hits him.

“Oh, is it too sensitive there?” He asks, smiling when you nod and give him a squeeze. “Guess that would be my fault, Love. It’s only right that I help you with that, hm?” He adds, a self-satisfied tone creeping into his voice.

You resist the urge to slap at his back or call him cheeky. It’s quickly forgotten anyways, because when Gaz reaches down to undo his pants and push his boxers down, you’re treatedto the lovely sight of his straining cock against your stomach- a bead of precome smearing over your skin as he moves his hand to your slick folds and presses two fingers into you.

“Bloody hell, you’re soaked.” Gaz grits through clenched teeth, his cock twitching against your stomach as you clench down on his fingers and grind down on them. All the joking and teasing of just a few seconds ago is long forgotten, and Gaz is all seriousness and barely kept in check need.

It doesn't take much more than a few needy whines to convince Gaz to replace his fingers with his cock, and before you know it, you’re being lifted by the hips and lowered onto his length. He slips into you with barely a stretch, and it’s absolute bliss. The second he’s fully inside of you, you wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, letting your eyes fall closed and your head sink back into that floaty headspace. Now that you’ve gotten this far, you know Gaz will take care of you. It was just a matter of communicating what you needed at a time when words- let alone sentences weren’t coming easy.

He starts by taking you by the waist, holding you steady as he rolls his hips beneath you. His cock rubs against your inner walls perfectly, and the slow and gentle start has you moaning happily at the warm, steady pleasure, and it’s not long before you’re (trying, it’s a bit difficult in your position) to move your hips in sync.

“F-Fuck.” Gaz groans into your ear. “You’re so wet- you’re drenching me, love."

You moan, clinging to him tighter as he lays you down on your back and tries to slide his hands out from under you and sit up.

“Love, you’ve got to let go of me if you want me to fuck you properly, okay?” He says, breathing heavy beside you as he runs his hand lovingly through your hair.

You nod shakily, letting your hands fall to your sides and your legs loosen around his hips. As soon as you do, Gaz sits up and loops his arms under your knees, bending you nearly in half and lifting your hips just enough for him to get a good angle as he starts fucking into you.

You let out a small squeak and grab onto Gaz’s arms to steady yourself at the first thrust, startled by the sheer strength behind the movement. But your tense caution quickly falls away as his cock starts bullying into your sensitive spots repeatedly.

You reach down with your hand, very lightly touching your still sensitive clit just enough to help get you along to an eventual orgasm. Just as you feel it on the crest of beginning to build, Gaz hikes your legs up higher, leaning forward and nearly getting your knees to touch your ears.

“Fuck, Love. You know I wasn’t even planning on fucking you tonight, hm? I figured you’d be too sensitive for that after what I put you through- and I was more than happy with the fuckin’ years of material to jerk off to after watching you tonight.” He growled, hunched over you and keeping you pinned in your folded position with his weight as he fucks into you.

Your orgasm crests like that, as Gaz’s hips smack against your ass and his cock pounds into you. Each drag of his length in and out feels better than the last, and you’re sure you’re letting out lewd noises you should be embarrassed about, but you don’t care, because all you can do is ride out your orgasm and trust Gaz to take care of you afterwards.

This time, Gaz’s attempts at giving you aftercare are greeted warmly. Because once Gaz’s thrusts stutter and his cum spurts into you, you’re left happy and sated. Sore and exhausted, yes, but successfully tired out enough that you’re content to curl up in Gaz’s arms and float in your headspace until the pull of sleep becomes too much.

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zuzu-draws · 10 days

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So after the spoilers for Chap 257 dropped, I saw some tweets clarifying the meaning of the Kanji Sukuna used in the chapter when referring to his mother, and the overall reveals in the chapter got me thinking.

I’m making this post as a way of gathering my thoughts, personal speculations and where I think all of this connects to Sukuna’s character and the information Gege has given us over the years. Nothing I say is by any means new information, but like I said, I’m just collecting my thoughts here. By the way, just a warning, this post contains SPOILERS for the JJK Manga! If you don’t like that, please don’t read this!

Something I’ve noticed is that the theme of “Hunger” and symbolism of “Cooking/Food” is heavily referenced with Sukuna throughout the Manga. Gege in a previous Fanbook has disclosed Sukuna’s favorite Hobby to be “Eating”.

This theme is again very much ingrained within Sukuna’s cursed techniques and even his Domain Expansion, the “Malevolent Shrine”. With his two main techniques being “Dismantle” and “Cleave” are cutting-type attacks. He is also able to use a Flame-Arrow, and Fire is essential for making Food. The Shrine in his Domain Expansion literally has mouths on all sides, looking eager to chew down anything in-front of them!

This symbolism also heavily influences Sukuna’s own manner of speech, and the way he speaks to other characters in the series as well. With his post-fight chat with Jogo before his death, Sukuna mentions Jogo lacking the “Hunger” to take control of his desires, preventing him from reaching the heights of Gojo Satoru. Before the Start of their fight in Shinjuku, Sukuna called Gojo a “Nameless Fish on top of his cutting board”, and that he was going to start by “Peeling off the scales”(refering to Gojo’s infinity). There’s also further symbolism that supports this by analyzing the Kanji and meaning of Sukuna’s “Malevolent Shrine” but I’m not very educated on that so I won’t be opening that point here.

What all of this points to is that Eating and Food……is extremely important to Sukuna, to the point that it literally affects him in manners innumerable.

Eating is an instinct, a necessity for the survival of every single living being.

And In the face of extreme Hunger and starvation, even those with the strongest will could lose their Humanity and revert to the basic animalistic side of their existence. (The Heian Period also had a Famine, although I believe the timing to be a bit off, but do with this info as you see fit)

In JJK Chapter 257, it is revealed to us that Sukuna and his Twin were most likely starving in the womb of their starving mother.

On the brink of starvation, Sukuna had to consume his “other self”(his twin), so that he could survive.

Btw, this tweet and this thread gives additional characterisation to Sukuna:

Link to the original thread: Link.

More context (and reactions :P):

Link to original thread: Here

This reveals to us that indeed, Sukuna was born a twin. And as we all know, “Twins” are seen with extreme scrutiny in Jujutsu Society, they’re not well liked. This too in a period where Cursed Spirits and Jujutsu Sorcery was at its peak, it is not far-fetched to assume that his Mother may not have been treated very well by the people in her surroundings, especially as she bore twins.

When Kashimo asks if Sukuna was born the Strongest or if he made himself the Strongest, this is the response Sukuna gave to him:

When you think about it, how do you think the people around them would have reacted when the woman: who was supposed to birth two twins, gave birth to a single child instead? and that child had consumed his other twin in the womb itself?

No doubt people would’ve been horrified, disgusted and even revulsed. With the woman and her newborn child.

This would’ve led to their further ostracisation in the already very close-minded society. Unable to fend for herself and her newborn child, it must’ve been difficult for Sukuna’s mother to survive. I feel like somewhere along the line, Sukuna was left alone to fend for himself at an extremely young age. To protect himself from both Curses and Society alike.

This is why I believe Sukuna knows what true starvation, weakness and hunger feels like. Both in the emotional and literal sense. He was left without another person caring about him or his well-being, in a cut-throat period where it was “Fight or be killed”.

Powerful curses roamed all across Japan, nowhere was safe. Simply be strong, or you'll die. There's no room for weakness. And initially, a kid!Sukuna was weak, as anyone would be in the beginning when they're just starting out in this world. (and maybe, he didn't have much to eat, leading to long periods of starvation? :') )

I believe it is this debilitating hunger, and feeling of weakness that eventually led to Sukuna’s current Hedonistic mindset.

He’s essentially traumatised by it, and believes that it was his own weakness that led him to experience this sheer starvation. That he deserved to feel this way because he was weak then. Perhaps, the people around him were right, that as long as they have the power and strength to overcome anything, they’re free to do as they please; And there is nothing anyone else could do about it.

I feel like the irony here is that Sukuna himself, must’ve been a “weakling” before eventually rising the ranks to become History’s Strongest Sorcerer. This is also why he values Strength so much.

Ultimately, Sukuna has decided that there was nothing more important than being strong enough to fulfill your own desires. And “eating” is one of his most important desires. It’s his favourite thing to do, the one he derives the most pleasure out of. And like an animal, whose main focus is to consume, consume and consume. He too, simply consumes.

Most morals likely have no meaning to him. He doesn’t care who he hurts, what he does, as long as he’s able to get what he wants. And this isn’t limited to eating.

This is why people referring to Sukuna as a “Natural Disaster” is so befitting of him. Because Natural Disasters also don’t care about what or who they’re destroying, they just come and go, wreaking havoc appropriate for their nature and magnitude.

I believe Sukuna himself has said lines similar in nature, when talking to Kashimo:

Now I’m not sure how Sukuna perceives or even experiences this “Love”, because I think he has a rather very warped idea of it. I do think that this definition of love is similar to the one that Gojo also understands, but I don’t think he knows what “love” truly is. I’m not sure how I could comment on this, but I do think that Sukuna’s emotionally starved, whether he realises that or not.

Because, like Kashimo himself asked Sukuna “What is the point of dividing your soul into 20 different parts and then traversing across time if you’re satisfied with this?” we do not know the answer to that yet.

But many people have speculated that “Black Box” panels in JJK manga represent a curse (either self-inflicted or put by someone) on the speaker. Like, take a look over here where Sukuna reiterates the same dialogue, except it looks like he’s trying to reassure himself:

This once again shows that Sukuna has only ever strived for himself, in the same hedonistic fashion, to a very very extreme degree. It is possible that he's been lacking something, and he himself does not realise that he’s lacking it. Maybe it was this subconscious feeling, that led to Sukuna agreeing to Kenjaku’s plan of dividing his soul into 20 different parts, and to traverse across time as a Cursed Object.

Sukuna’s an incredibly complex character, and I’m excited to see where this goes. Gege has put extra care in the way he characterizes and depicts Sukuna, and again, I’m really sad that a lot of that characterization gets lost in translation. Still, I’m going to try my best to understand and get the most accurate feel of his character as I possibly can.

If you made it this far, Thank you for reading! And if you would like, please do leave a comment in the tags or replies because I would love to read what other people think of this and just Sukuna in general. I do not see a lot of people doing critical analysis of him, and a lot of his actions are seemingly swept under the rug. I don’t like that, so hopefully this contributes to people focusing more on Sukuna and his character. (/^v^)/ <3