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nanaomei · 3 days
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JUJUTSU KAISEN - TWITTER LINKS
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GOJO
Open up for daddy (blindfold core)
He loves watching his angel ride him wild
Slapping your cute cunt until you whine
He has you doing all the work
Watching you grind back on his dick
Think you can handle this, baby?
GETO
He’s got you on all fours
Creampied your sweet little butt
Suck on his fingers like a good girl
Having you take his fingers instead
He was supposed to just check on you
CHOSO
Sucking your cute boyfriend off
Fucking you on your bed
Eating his favorite girl out
Hopefully his roomate won’t walk in
Titty job
SUKUNA
hes got you tied up
mirror sex
he likes you best in red
You've been a bad girl
You like it rough?
SHOKO
Kissing your pretty little lips
Taking care of your boobies
Rubbing your pussy
Watching you squirm underneath her
Eating your sweet ass out
NANAMIN
Fucking his girl good morning
Cumming on your chest
Spooning you
You look so pretty sprawled out for him
Making sure you feel good
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for those of you who have been asking for other characters also, yes I’m aware there’s no toji but you ain’t see me make thirst for a broke man lmao
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yuutx · 3 days
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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ? 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐘𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! (𝒮𝒰𝒦𝒰𝒩𝒜 𝑅𝒴𝒪𝑀𝐸𝒩)
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sukuna ryōmen x f!reader ノ 18+ content. ノ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ノ rough sex ノ reader is in heat ノ huge size kink ノ creampie ノ slight tit play ノ slight dacryphilia ノ breeding kink ノ sukuna calls you 'mama' ノ mentions of having a baby ノ vaginal fingering ノ dildo ノ mdom + fsub ノ not proofread ! ૮Ꮚ ◞ ก ꒱১
never written 4 'kuna b4 ,, i had this on hold 4 a while, was jus . . rottin in my drafts 4 liek . . weeks . soooo i figured i shld finally finish it ! ^^ art credits go 2 @/NC9__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !
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You couldn't stop panting, the air around you humid and thick, heavy with the scent of your arousal. It was hard to concentrate, your mind foggy, your thoughts jumbled, your body overheating. Your skin was tingling, your stomach twisting in knots, a dull ache in your core. You were laying on your side, your body curled up, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. The soft cotton of your shirt rubbed against your sensitive nipples, the friction causing a spark of pleasure to run through your veins, the muscles in your abdomen clenching, a moan slipping past your lips. Slick ran down your thighs as you squirmed, the girthy base of the toy buried inside of you making it impossible to move too much. Your walls were already fluttering around it, the stretch burning, your clit throbbing with every beat of your heart.
A low, guttural groan rumbled through the air, the bed dipping as the weight shifted, the mattress squeaking as Sukuna's large body moved closer. A rough, calloused hand cupped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, causing you to whimper. "What's the matter, hm?" Sukuna's deep voice asked, his other hand sliding down the side of your leg, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You whined, rolling over onto your back, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your legs spread wider, exposing your dripping cunt, the tip of the toy poking out from between your folds. "R-ryyyooo.." You gasped, grabbing his arm, tugging on it, pulling him down until he was hovering above you. Your back arched, your breasts pressing against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck, nails digging into his skin. "N-need you.." You whispered, pressing your face against his neck, nuzzling it, inhaling deeply. "Mmmh, please, please.." You begged, your teeth grazing over his pulse, nipping at his skin, tasting his sweat. "I-I can't wait anymore, I can't.." Sukuna's cock twitched at the desperate tone in your voice, his lips curling into a smirk. "M-maki-ing me wait… s' not fair.."
"You've waited this long, what's a little longer, angel?" He cooed, one hand moving down to stroke your inner thigh, the other gripping your chin, tilting it up so you were looking him in the eyes. Your lower lip quivered, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, the ache in your core intensifying, the scent of his arousal overwhelming. "Please.." You pleaded, tears spilling from your eyes, your pussy clenching around the dildo inside you, your legs trembling. "D-dont want thi-this stupid thing.." You whined, reaching down and tugging on the end of the toy, the base stretching your entrance before popping out of you, leaving you feeling empty.
"Poor girl, so needy, so desperate.. ya just can't get enough, can you?" Sukuna growled, his hand moving to the back of your neck, squeezing it, his thumb brushing over your racing pulse. You bit your lip, shaking your head, a quiet moan slipping from between your lips. "C-can't.." You replied, squirming, your hips bucking. "Y-you do this to me.. only you.. y-your fault.. y-you made me like this.." You whimpered, grabbing his hand and guiding it between your legs, your eyes fluttering shut as he ran his fingers through your folds, rubbing circles on your clit. "Y-you make me wan-want this, need this.. make me crave your cock.. s-so big.. fill me up so good.." You mumbled, grinding against his hand, the pressure on your swollen bundle of nerves making your toes curl. "I-I can't- can't ever get enough.." You gasped, crying out when Sukuna's finger slid inside of you, the digit moving in and out, thrusting into you, making you mewl. Your cunt squeezed around it, a familiar pressure building in the pit of your stomach, your walls fluttering around his finger. "P-please, please.." You panted, writhing beneath him, your body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Please, need more..n-need more..need you..inside me.." Your words trailed off into a strangled cry when Sukuna pushed another finger into you, a loud squelch filling the room, arousal oozing out of your cunt, coating his hand.
Sukuna's pupils dilated, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest, his breathing becoming ragged, his nostrils flaring. He pulled his fingers out of you, grabbing the dildo and tossing it off the bed, the pathetic replacement for his cock landing with a thud on the floor. His gaze dropped down, his tongue swiping over his lips as he watched your hole twitch, the rim puffy and red. "Fucking gorgeous.." He breathed, his hands moving to the front of his boxers, shoving them down, freeing his erection. Venous, thick, throbbing, his cock was a beautiful sight, the tip shiny with precum. "Open up, angel." He said, grabbing your thighs, spreading your legs wide open, pushing them back until they were pressed against your chest, your pussy on full display. Sukuna held onto the backs of your knees, lining the tip of his cock up with your dripping entrance. You gasped, your nails clawing at his biceps, a desperate sob escaping you when he pressed forward, the head of his cock pushing into you, stretching you open, velvety smooth heat enveloping him.
Your back arched, the breath knocked out of you, your body seizing up as the pain from being filled by his huge cock radiated through you. Sukuna bottomed out, the thickest part of his length buried deep inside you, his balls pressed against your ass. Your walls rippled around him, a visible bulge displaying the outline of his cock on your stomach. You whimpered, trembling, fat tears running down the sides of your face, your body struggling to accommodate his size. "Y-you're so big, Ryo, s-so big..!" You sobbed, the burning stretch too much, the pressure too intense, your mind fogging over, a primal urge taking over, urging you to submit to him, to let him use you, to take everything he had to give. "S-so full..I-I'm g-gonna breaaakk!" A crackle of pure pleasure raced up your spine, stars dancing in your vision. Though it definitely hurt, it was a good pain, an addictive sensation that sent your head spinning, leaving you craving more, craving the blissful release of a powerful orgasm.
"Yer not gonna break. I'm gonna take care of you, sweetheart, don't you worry about a thing.." Sukuna purred, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. "Just relax, that's it, take a deep breath.. Ryo's gonna make ya a mess, baby." His crimson eyes glimmered with excitement, his teeth bared, his expression animalistic, almost feral. A deep, possessive rumble vibrated in his chest, a carnal desire coursing through his veins, his mind hazy, his control slipping like it always did whenever you were in heat. His hips pulled back, his cock sliding out of you halfway before thrusting back in, his movements slow and steady. The pain slowly subsided, the burning fading into an exquisite sensation, euphoria rushing through your veins. "O-oh-! Nnngh-ahhh, ahh, R-Ry-yo..!" The rapid movement of his hips forced you up the bed, the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly as your bodies rocked together, the wet sounds of sex filling the room. You were delirious, a constant stream of moans pouring from your mouth, drool leaking from the corner of your lips, your body moving in tandem with his. "Fuckin' perfect, mama, so fucking perfect, ya feel so fuckin' good.. fuckin' hell.." He moaned, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze locked on you. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him either, his beauty captivating you, your heart skipping a beat every time his cock plunged into you. "I-I l-love y-yooouu.." You whispered, a choked cry leaving your throat when his tip rubbed against your g-spot, sending a shockwave through your system, pleasure exploding in your brain.
You were lost in the ecstasy, the intensity of it all driving you mad, your thoughts scattered. You felt feverish, delirious, dizzy, drunk off of the way he fucked you, the way he took complete control. "I love you, too, angel.. so fucking much.. ya make me so fuckin' happy, yer mine, all mine.." His nails scraped against your skin, the pain bringing you back down to reality. You nodded weakly, your cunt clamping down on him, your whole body going rigid, your toes curling. "O-oh, Ryo-o..I-I'm..I'm-! S-so close, m'so-oo, m'close..m'gonna-a-ah!" Your orgasm was building fast, a coil of pleasure winding tightly in the pit of your stomach. "S-so c-c-close..p-pleasepleasepleasepleaaaase.." You couldn't help but plead and beg, needing that extra push, that final little thing to send you careening over the edge. "G-gonna c-cu-u-m.." Sukuna smirked, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, more precise. "M'sure ya are, mama.." He teased, his hand leaving your thigh and sliding up your stomach, his palm cupping your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple. You yelped, your whole body shaking, a high pitched whine coming out of you when his tongue darted out, licking a stripe up your throat. "M'gonna cum, too, sweetheart. Gonna pump ya full of my seed, knock ya up, breed ya till yer round.." He growled, his breath hot against your skin, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. "S-shit..m'so fuckin' close, angel.."
You keened, his words making the tension in your abdomen snap, your walls clenching, convulsing, milking his cock as your orgasm hit. "O-ohhh, o-oh god..! Ry-yo-oo.. f-fuck, fuck, fuccckk..!!" Your back arched, your legs locking around his waist, your heels digging into his back. A loud, guttural roar ripped from his throat as he came, his cock pulsating, hot sticky cum flooding your insides. The feeling of his seed spilling inside you sent a thrill down your spine, the knowledge that he had bred you making you feel satisfied and content. You slumped against the pillows, panting heavily, the aftershocks of your orgasm still tingling through your body, a few whimpers leaving you. Sukuna's thrusts slowed to a halt, his hips stilling as he rode out his high, his grip on you loosening. His cock slipped out of you, the head of it resting against your pussy lips. Your mixed fluids spilled out of you, coating the insides of your thighs, creating a puddle beneath you. Sukuna pressed his forehead against yours, a small smile forming on his lips, his crimson eyes twinkling. He placed a soft kiss to your lips, his nose bumping against yours. "Love ya, mama.." He mumbled, his voice hoarse, his hands caressing your thighs, soothing the sore muscles. "Our baby's gonna be so beautiful.. just like its mother.."
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aikatoru · 3 days
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Uncle Sukuna
Warnings: Reader discretion is advice!! Contains 18+ content, age gap, reader is above 18!! Flirting, fingering, grinding, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, pulling out.
Tagging: @eveningatthemoviesnetwork @yuujispinkhair
Dividers credits by @saradika
Notes: I got so horny thinking about Uncle Sukuna 😩
Please like, comment and reblog!! Thanks 💕
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Uncle Sukuna who’s your dad’s business partner and friend, much much older than you.
Uncle Sukuna who’s in his forties but still as fit as ever and looks like he could still get it.
Uncle Sukuna who you’ve had a crush on since forever, I mean how could you not, everything about him was hot, from his physique, his tattoos, his intense gaze and that deep lithe voice of his that always made your pussy pulse and thighs clenched.
Uncle Sukuna who’s not married cause he enjoys the bachelor’s life way too much and claims that he just hasn’t found the right woman, but don’t worry you could fix him.
Uncle Sukuna who thinks of you as the pretty brat princess your father raised you to be, never looking your way at least…until now.
Uncle Sukuna who finally notices your advances, the cute mini skirts and the too tight tank tops you always wear just to get his attention, what a pretty little slut he can’t help but smirked. Have you always been this brazen?
Uncle Sukuna who you finally get to talk to alone, and in his amusement he entertains you, seeing how far you were willing to go…
Uncle Sukuna who can’t help but get hard in his pants when you started pressing yourself against him, full on begging him to fuck you, to take you and make you his woman.
Uncle Sukuna who at first wanted to step back and refused, remembering your father and his friendship with him. He wouldn’t want to dishonor his daughter like that, but with the way you were pleading and grinding your clothed pussy on him, how was he supposed to resist?
After all he is only just a man…
Uncle Sukuna who eventually gives in, dragging you to your room and hurriedly stripping you of your clothes and kissing you deep, his large hands groping your body, exploring every inch. Until he finds solace within your tight walls, fingering you to your orgasm, having you gushed all over him.
Uncle Sukuna who couldn’t believe just how desperate you were to get fucked, straddling him on your king size bed, positioning his unprotected cock at your entrance, he had offer to use a condom but you whined about how you wanted to feel him. All of him.
Uncle Sukuna who hasn’t gotten his dick wet in some time, so he was a little more sensitive than usual and with how tight your walls were squeezing him, he swore you were trying to do him in.
Uncle Sukuna who can’t help but let out a couple of moans and groans as you ride him, telling you how tight you were and letting you know just how pretty of a slut you were.
Uncle Sukuna who can’t help but thrust into you as your movements starts to falter from exhaustion, having you grab onto his shoulders to keep from falling over as you try to keep up with his erratic pace.
Uncle Sukuna who has enough sense to pull out just in time and cum all over your stomach.
Uncle Sukuna who watches as you collect his cum on your finger and brings it to your mouth to suck it off before speaking, “You know you could have cummed in me. I wouldn’t mind having your babies.”
And for a second he wished he had done it too.
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pinknipszz · 2 days
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heian era sukuna x reader
(a/n: loosely inspired by that one jessica rabbit scene; this is also borderline uraume/reader bc theyre so cute ugh)
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people don’t understand how you can love the king of curses. his figure was grotesque—beyond repulsive—with four heavy hands that could snap your limbs into two if he so pleased. they can’t get past the four eyes either, but you found them charming. how could you not when he looked at you so sweetly? 
“where is my husband?” you inquire for the nth time, your voice as sweet as molasses as you tug at the ends of uraume’s sleeves. the humble servant doesn’t answer immediately; they know not to, and you don’t mind. while you wait, you watch the passerines tease the fish in the pond from your spot on the engawa.
uraume dips their elegant fude into the shallow inkstone beside you. calligraphy and whatnot. “lord sukuna is tending to matters in the southern provinces,” they answer with the same amount of patience they had a few minutes ago, and an hour before, and another before that. they must be used to it now.
“do you think he misses me?” comes a light brush against their pale hand. uraume exhales through their nose at your question, but not from exasperation. never that. “yes,” they say with utmost sincerity, like it’s gospel truth, before painting one long, flourishing stroke. “very much so.”
content, you cease your ministrations and fall on your back, giggling at the way your hair splays beneath your head. “he loves me,” you coo and cup your sun-kissed cheeks. “my husband loves me, and i love him too.” you think the edge of their lips twitch up into the barest hint of a smile.
but it vanishes before you can get a proper glimpse. sighing, uraume gives you a knowing look from the corner of their eye as they dip their fude back into the inkstone. you turn to lay on your side and watch how it absorbs the ink. “the servants, though adequate, have been quite bothersome lately.”
they finish the kanji in several swift strokes. 麗. rei for beauty. uraume continues. “there’s ill speak of your relationship with lord sukuna.” you count the passerines, letting the unspoken question hang in the air. shall i do something about it? it’s uraume’s turn to wait patiently for an answer, an ultimatum.
but you don’t give one so easily, preoccupied with an image that resurfaces in your mind: a group of servants—fresh off the cut and eager-eyed—gossiping by the water well. you don’t think they saw you, unless they were stupider than you thought, but they were loud enough to hear.
uraume is watching you, properly now, as you blow a stray strand of hair from your face. when they lean in to gently tuck it behind your ear, persimmons and plums permeate your senses. “do not bother with them. they talk because they do not understand why i love him,” you decide with finality.
“and why do you love him?” there’s a hint of fondness in their voice, reserved for you.
you look up through your delicate lashes, smiling cheekily. “he makes me laugh.”
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(masterlist) | (a/n: would yall hate me if I wrote uraume/reader's pls be honest)
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emmyrosee · 13 hours
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I need to bite sukunas biceps SO BADDD
Im so atrociously down bad for this man 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️
LUCKY FOR BOTH OF US, I CAN MAKE THAT HAPPEN!
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Sukuna's been... bulked, these days.
Even from the beginning stages of your relationship, he's always had muscle, but lately he's been focusing more on weights to really, really bulk those muscles. His thighs strain in his pants, his pecs are tight in his shirts, and every now and again, some threads pop as he tugs his shirts over his bulging biceps.
Biceps that have swollen massively in the few weeks of his program, biceps that wrap snugly around you when cuddling, biceps that you can't help but stare at as he moves and goes about his day.
Even now, as he stands in front of the fridge with his lips tucked into the spout of apple juice, the arm holding the jug is flexed slightly as his adams apple bobs from swallowing the sweet juice. You sink your teeth into your lip as he finally turn to face you. "What're you looking at?"
"Just you, violating my apple juice," you sigh, but in reality, your mouth waters at the muscles shifting as he shrugs. you slowly approach him with your eyes fixated on his arm, and one you get to a close proximity, you hook your arms through his and hold it close, nose burying against the muscle and relishing in the smell of his cheap body wash.
So good...
"Didn't want to waste a cup, didn't expect you to be awake, so I just- OWWWWWHATTHEFUCK?!"
You bite him. Hard.
You're not entirely sure when, or why, but you turn your head to sink your teeth into his skin and muscle, chomping down roughly once you make contact. Your nails dig into the other parts of his arm, as if to keep it from moving as he shakes you to get off. "THAT HURTS, STOP-"
You shake your head, and flick your eyes up at his. His face is scrunched in annoyance, but there's no real rage in his eyes, just confusion and discomfort. He uses his free hand, the hand currently not being absolutely chomped on, to try and push your head back, only being released when your giggles make yourself falter. He whines and looks down at the red, perfect imprint of your teeth on his bicep before flicking his gaze back to you. "ARE YOU INSANE?"
"You just looked too yummy," you explain calmly, admiring the blooming mark on his bicep. “The demons told me to.”
“I will fucking kill you and your demons,” he growls, his thick hand coming up to cradle his arm. “Get away from me you feral, feral being.”
You grin up at him, “I’m gonna bite you again.”
His eyes harden, “you wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I dare.”
“Get away from me,” he says, a panic in his voice as you nod and step towards him. “Get aWAY-“
“IM GONNA BITE YOU!”
“FUCK AWAY FROM ME-“
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jaegersdevil · 2 days
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fresh out the slammer [sukuna x reader] cw: singular mention of sa w/c: 1.1k a/n: all characters mentioned are 22, shoko is your best friend.
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"you're not meant to be here."
the man who stands at your doorstep scoffs. your 6 foot 3, pink-haired ex takes up the entirety of the doorway, and you have to force down the urge to jump him.
you tilt your head when he doesn't answer. "ryomen, you need to leave. right now."
a single eyebrows arches. "i know damn well you ain't talkin’ to me like that."
rolling your eyes, you know he won’t do anything you say. so, opening your front door wider, sukuna steps inside, his left hand scratching the back of his neck.
“see, being nice isn’t that hard,” he teases, glancing at you over his shoulder. sighing, you close the door, eyeing him wearily as he lingers in the hallway.
“new key hook?” sukuna smiles, pointing at the wall.
you shake your head in disbelief. “why’re you here?”
sukuna raises his eyebrows, spinning to face you. but you realise your mistake too late.
with the door at your back and nowhere to go, you’re cornered by your ex-boyfriend. yet, he seems to know exactly what he’s doing, with his tongue poking his cheek as he approaches.
“where were you on sunday?”
your breath hitches in your throat when he runs a finger along your collarbone, but you won’t let him get you that easy.
“nowhere,” you insist, staring him down. he always said you were brave for doing that — you were the only one to ever do so.
“funny,” the corner of his mouth turns upward. “i heard something different.”
you give him no reaction. besides, what’s it to him?
“ok, and?”
“ooo,” he laughs deeply, his head tilting. “so it’s true.”
“ryomen—“
“come on baby, you know that’s not my name to you.”
“ryomen,” you press, putting your hand on his chest to keep him at a distance. “you need to leave.”
the faux pout he gives you makes you want to slap him, but you can’t bring yourself to do something so heinous to him.
“fine,” you concede. “yeah, i went on a hinge date, so what?”
“so what?” sukuna mutters bitterly. “it’s not ‘so what’ when he tries to force himself on you, baby.”
your face heats at the mention of it. “sukuna—“
“and you didn’t think to tell me?” he presses his hand on the door behind you, his body dangerously close to yours.
“i was scared,” you whisper, gaze on his chest to avoid his eyes. you notice his body visibly relax, his head hanging closer to yours to hear. “i knew you would do something about it, and i didn’t want you to get in trouble.”
“you don’t need to worry about me,” sukuna asserts, his finger under your chin to lift your face towards his. “it’s already been taken care of, and i’m still here.”
your eyes widen slightly, head moving to look at his right hand on the door. spread on the brown wood is his hand, larger as always, the pale skin on his knuckles red and purple and bloody and you’re shocked you didn’t see it before.
reaching up, you grab sukuna’s hand to cradle it in your own. “you’re joking.”
“you’re not a joke to me, sweetheart.”
sighing, you side step him, holding his injured hand in your own. he follows mindlessly behind you, checking out his left hand that is just as bloody as the other.
entering the bathroom, you don’t need to tell him where to sit before you dig the first aid kit out of the cupboard beneath the sink. you hadn’t had to use it in a while.
“kuna,” you murmur, observing his hands. he doesn’t reply. instead, he watches you, like he always does.
faces level, you set everything onto the counter. standing between his thighs makes your body feel numb. and when one of his hands covers your hip, you focus on the other.
sukuna doesn’t flinch when you clean his knuckles with alcohol, and doesn’t object when you smooth frozen band-aids over the particularly bad cuts.
“thanks, baby,” sukuna says, not checking to see if you cleaned them correctly—you always do.
“don’t mention it,” you dismiss flippantly, putting the red soaked cloth in the sink and the aid pack back in the cupboard.
the silence is comfortable but charged with something you don’t want to acknowledge. the muted chatter from the tv in the living room penetrates the bathroom wall, and you come back to your senses.
“does shoko know?”
“she told me.”
you sigh, if she couldn’t get her hands on your hinge date, she’d tell someone who could—and he did.
“he had a bruise where you punched him,” sukuna quips. “but i may have made it worse.”
you twist your lips sheepishly. “yeah, well, i wasn’t letting him get away that easy.”
“that’s my girl.”
the comment makes your stomach flutter pathetically.
“you wanna stay over?” you blurt, face warm.
sukuna knows better than to tease you right now, so he nods, and stands from the closed toilet seat.
you swiftly leave the bathroom, pacing down the hallway to curl up on the couch. sukuna walks in idly, taking in the space he’s spent so much time in. one thing catches his eye, and then he’s poking fun at you.
“nice picture.”
your eyes dart to where he’s looking on the bookshelf, and god forbid, it’s a photo of the two of you at tokyo tower. but, you’re not embarrassed.
“yeah, i look hot.”
sukuna chuckles, sitting next to you and propping his feet up on the coffee table. “you look hot all the time, shut up.”
drawing in a breath, you can’t contain yourself anymore. you circle your arm around his neck, fingers threading through his pink locks. sukuna turns his head toward you, lips inches apart.
“feet off the table.”
“don’t tell me what to do.”
you snicker, brushing his hair off his forehead.
“fresh out the slammer,” you joke. “and you come here.”
“of course,” sukuna looks confused. “where else would i go?”
you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your emotions from showing.
“i don’t know,” you glance down at when his fingers play with the drawstring of your sweatpants. “a new girl?”
“please,” sukuna scoffs. “like anyone else would put up with my shit.”
you give him a deadpan look.
sukuna rolls his eyes. “you’re my pretty baby, i’ll always come home to you or whatever,” he says lazily.
you run your thumb over his cheekbone. "kuna.”
he raises his eyebrows in question, but he knows what you’re asking.
“i need something from you," you mumble, tracing his lips with your eyes.
"oh yeah?" he smirks, voice low. "and what's that?"
you shrug, licking your lips. “nothing.”
sukuna rolls his eyes and lifts your hips up and over him, your knees bracketing his thighs. you squeal softly, forgetting just how strong he is.
sukuna shifts his hips underneath you. “you’re so—”
“kiss me.”
you don’t have to tell him twice.
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gyomei · 3 days
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storks ☆ sukuna ryomen.
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・SYNOPSIS: one out of every five storks, there's a black one, differentiating itself from the rest. ( 2.2k words )
・CONTENT: minors, ageless & blank blogs do not interact ! afab!reader (unspecified pronouns), modern boyfriend!sukuna ryomen, sexual content, dubcon/babytrapping, unprotected sex/broken condoms, mating press, breeding/pregnancy kink, not proofread, etc.
・SIDE NOTE. i hate babytrapping but if sukuna did it to me??? he's all forgiven. and im having every single child he puts in me.
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One out of every stork, there’s a black stork that cruises through the clear blue sky. A white fabric, thick and secure as a slumbering baby is being transported to their new parents— or parent. Unlike the bright white of the typical stork, these black storks are dangerously dark. Feathers that are pitch black as its wings expand and seem razor sharp. When it perches down on the concrete sidewalks to approach the steps, its swift motions go undetected in comparison to its white counterpart. 
From one night stands to infertile people that started losing faith, the emotions one goes through when finding out that their pregnancy always differs. Excitement to sheer terror, reluctance on keeping the child to the controversial decision that they’re not ready to be parents. However, Sukuna can hear the faint steps of the black stork approaching the steps. Orange webbed feet that platter against the wooden porch, and the faint sounds of a baby starting to cry. It’s surely taking its time. 
The plenty of times you’ve voiced that you don’t want to have children. Sukuna has always respected your wishes. You’ve voiced out your insecurities and fears to him— told him that you just don’t think you’d be fit as a parent. However, you’re someone who works with children on a daily basis. He’s seen how you’ve interacted with the children, always so loving and nurturing. You would put your foot down when needed, but there’s no doubt in his mind; you’d be perfect. 
Swollen belly being his constant reminder that all it took was an orgasm in your warm and comforting heat, Sukuna can feel himself getting excited at the sheer thought. Yes, he respects your wishes, acknowledging your fears when it comes to parenthood. However, he’s always wanted children— for selfish reasons or not— and he wants to have children with you. Yes, there are plenty of other people out there that can fulfill his wish; where their ideologies align with his and they’re confident that children are something they want in life. However, he loves you. 
He loves you too much. And he knows that if he persists that you won’t be afraid to leave even if it will be hard. That’s why when he punctures a hole in all of his condoms, he doesn’t feel any guilt. Instead, he has a million and one reasons on why this is right. It will be like intertwining each other’s souls, and that sounds poetic enough for him to keep forward with his idea. 
Sometimes you fear that you indulge in Sukuna’s fantasies a bit too much. While you’re adamant on being child-free for all of your life, Sukuna still grasps onto whatever hope he has left. When you both first started dating, it never dawned on you how important it is to discuss your future and what your plans are. What were you supposed to do— ask the man you just met deep, thought-provoking questions on the first date? And even when it passed the fifth date and the two of you decided to solidify your relationship, you had forgotten to ask those vital questions until two years in. 
One day, Sukuna had to pick you up from work when your car broke down. You worked in a primary school setting and when you walked out of the building, Sukuna watched as you said goodbye to the students that recognized you. They would run to give you a hug before neighboring adults would rush them over to their parents. Your eyes would light up despite the exhaustion etched into them as you’d wrap your arms around each child that came up to you, bidding them farewells before finally pulling on the car handle and jumping in. Mumbled greetings before he’s driving out of the school parking lot and speeding towards the direction of your apartment. 
His mind was elsewhere, tuning out the music you started playing, the auxiliary cord plugged into your phone. He just kept driving and the question came out of his mouth before he could really think about it. “Would you ever have children?”
The moment the two of you had opposing views on having children, you should’ve ended it there, but Sukuna said he would respect your decision and thought he could live a child-free life as well. So, you gave it a chance. 
But then, at some point during sex, he said, “Fuck, you’d look so good with a round tummy—”
He ramble on about how he’d fuck a baby into you, make you round and swollen as he would breed your pretty pussy. And gosh, you should’ve really put a stop to everything there, but your heart would race and your cunt would clench around his cock. A maniacal grin would grace his features and a deep chuckle reverberated from his chest. “You like that don’t you? Like that idea of me making you pregnant?”
With a weak whimper, you nodded. Because in that moment of bliss, your mind was hazy and you did like the idea of it since that was all it would ever be. However, you’re wondering if playing into his fantasies makes him hopeful that someday you will change your mind. But like a donkey, you’ll always be a stubborn ass. 
And he’s all too aware of this. He guesses this is what makes tonight the most exciting. A sinister daze in his eyes as he’s got your knees pressed to your chest. Your pussy is exposed to all his glory, lips glistening in your juices as his length dances in between them. It never fails to amaze him just how beautiful your cunt is. His length wrapped in latex, the barrier a greedy obstacle hindering him from feeling the entirety of your slick heat. However, he knows that he’ll get the job done nonetheless. 
Holding the base of his heavy and uncut length, the mush tip presses against your entrance. Small bubbles forming as he glides himself in between you and watching as you clench around nothing. A guttural groan escapes his lips, his chest vibrating as he hovers over your expectant body. A shiver runs down your spine as your breath becomes shaky, your patience running thin the longer he takes to bask in your nude presence. “Ryo…”
That nickname you mutter out from below his breath. It snaps him back into reality. You have such a horrible habit of biting down on your bottom lip and it only worsens when he dips down further. You can feel his breath against you, his body heat making you sweat as his chest rises and falls. Blood red eyes that are so piercing that it reminds you of how intimidated you were when you first met him, yet felt undeniable attraction towards him nonetheless. The tattoos that course through his body only add to your lust as your eyes traverse his stature. 
He grabs your bottom lip with his teeth, biting down on it harder than you were and eliciting a sharp squeal from you. Sukuna chuckles, letting go of your lip before kissing you. A forceful one, but still drags out a whimper from you as he slowly thrusts inside of you in one go. For a moment does your body tense, stomach tightening up as you feel every inch of him bottoming inside of you. Your mewling is like music to his ears as he halts his movement and holds you still with all of his weight. He breathes you in, the faint hint of orange and ginger underneath the sweat starting to build up. You’re intoxicating. 
“Got what you wanted?” his deep voice rumbles inside the room, watching as your shut eyes flutter open. You nod meekly, “yes.”
There’s a shit eating grin on his face before his length is leaving your pussy again. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding before you’re taken aback by his unexpected invasion. Rough thrusts inside of your pussy that has you clinging onto his back. You’re nicely manicured nails digging into his skin, but he always loves the marks you make. 
“Gosh,” you cry out. Your grip on him tightens as your back arches off the bed. Baby blue silk sheets that are going to get ruined after this escapade, they ruffle up with every movement. “R-Ryo, fffuck!”
The way he presses his weight down on you, forcing you to feel every inch of him. He’s unforgiving and surely after this, your legs will be aching to no end that you’ll have him bring you to the bathroom. Still, your pussy pulsates around his length, beckoning him to get impossibly deeper inside of you. You just don’t know what you do to him. 
You just don’t understand the power you have over Sukuna. How you’ve unknowingly tethered your soul to his, entangling each other to the point of no return. His heart rate picks up and with every thrust inside of you, he’s determined to further trap you into him. Gosh, what he’d do to pull out and rip off the condom. To feel your pussy in its entirety. He has before, but you were on birth control. Now that you’re not, he wants to be even more selfish than he’s already been. He wants to shamelessly rut into your sickeningly sweet pussy and fertilize you.
His hands find purchase on your hips, calloused palms holding you tightly as he easily controls your movements. Plunging inside of your pussy, dragging you down to meet his thrusts. He feels like with every breath he’s taken, it’s getting shorter as his desires heighten. “Fuck yesss…”
His mind is starting to get hazy, his delusions intermingling with his lust as he goes into this headspace that you can’t quite name. Something that you’ve come too comfortable with ignoring, absentmindedly feeding into it as you’re stuck in your own mind. “Finally gonna breed this pussy. Gonna make your stomach all round with my child— our child.” 
He just can’t completely wrap his mind around it. You claim you don’t want children, yet your pussy clenches every time he’s gotten you like this. Your heartbeat picks up and you bat your eyelashes so prettily as you nod your head and tell him ‘yes,’ that you’d do anything for him. He’d wipe away a few stray tears as he gets reassurance once more. You’d both come together, but the moment you slip into the bathroom, you take those precautions. 
Sukuna thought that he could handle it, not having kids, but he knows himself. Once he wants something, he’s got to have it. He could break it off with you and find someone else, but he wants you. He has to have you. An incredibly selfish man, he refuses to let go of you. 
He grabs hold of your face, forcing you to look up at him as salted tears drip down the corners of your eyes. “Imagine it,” his gruff voice whispers. “Your stomach’s all round and plump. You’d be so good— such a good parent. You’d make me so happy.
“Don’t you want to make me happy, baby?” He squeezes your cheeks, crimson red staring into your pupils as he waits, genuinely expecting an answer. Eyelashes fluttering as a stray one stings your eyes, you nod. A weak whine leaving your lips as a raspy ‘yes’ falls from them. 
“I’d do anything for you, Ryo.” Once empty promises are now coming true, you have no other choice. You don’t realize what you’ve said, your mouth moving in muscle memory as you cling to him. He drills into your pussy, swallowing your cries with his lips as he kisses you with such fervor. The hairs on the back of your neck stand tall as a part of you feels a bit uneasy. His words, the tone he’s using with you is foreign. Like, he knows something you don’t. But there’s an excitement that you feel that begs you not to pull away. That familiar tug in your stomach breaking and making you forget about everything in the moment.
“Ryo,” you whine. “‘m g’nna—”
“That’s right, baby,” he grins from ear-to-ear. “Cum for me. Let’s make a family.” 
You don’t catch the last part, simply letting go as his words are enough encouragement for you to let loose. You feel his cock twitch inside of you shortly after and your cunt is quick to milk him dry. Moments like this, you yourself would love to rip off the latex barrier down below, too. But, you have self-restraint. 
As Sukuna calms, finally dragging himself out of you and leaving you empty, you let out a deep breath. Aching legs that straighten out on the bed as your body starts to relax. You moan as your legs ache and feel Sukuna’s heavy body fall down right next to you. There’s some shuffling before you feel his big arms wrap around your body and feel the heat of his mouth against your neck. Soft, chaste kisses that are painted into your skin. You can’t help the weak giggles that leave you as you push yourself deeper into his body.
“I love you,” he chants out. “I love you so much.”
When you finally fall asleep, Sukuna’s still awake as his eyes travel the course of your body. Arms wrapped around you, he sighs triumphantly to himself. “You’re gonna make a perfect parent.”
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one (1) notification from gyomei plays ! the way i detest reading about babytrapping, but was fantasizing about doing this with sukuna... what's wrong with me???
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ffsg0jo · 13 hours
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royal guard sukuna, who's knelt down in front of you on one knee, eyes fixated on the ground. he already swore his life to you years ago, when he first met you in the royal gardens whilst training. the ceremony now was just a formality.
he's fighting the urge to look up at you on the throne. just one small peak won't hurt he reasons. his heart thuds rapidly against his chest when your soft gaze meets his, a small smile on your lips. sukuna's just about to return your smile when a hand clamps itself on your thigh. he falters and follows the hand upwards to meet the smug face it belongs to.
emperor gojo is smirking down at him with steely blue eyes. 'know your place, fool,' they say. sukuna grits his teeth and drops his head, staring at the red carpet beneath your feet once again.
maybe in another life, sukuna would be born an emperor, with you at his side as his empress. he wouldn't have to put up with half the shit he does currently. but for now, whispers in the dark and fleeting glances during the day would have to suffice.
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dark-and-kawaii · 3 days
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Sukuna x F!Reader
⋆˙⟡♡: You’re his little lamb, and his alone.
⋆˙⟡♡: NSFW | Creampie | Choking | Breeding | Minor Blood | Possessive
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He chokes you like he hates you, fucks you like he’s going to split you in half.
You always think you’re going to take your last breath in his grasp.
“G-gunna- p-pa-ass ou-“
“Quiet, woman.”
But it'd be worth it.
It's worth the way he feels inside you, his cock splitting you open so painfully yet so nicely, his large hands keeping your neck warm. He's so strong and he's got your neck in a grip that makes you see stars. It's so good.
And when you finally reach your peak, he's still going, his hips moving at a punishing pace ‘till you're a ragdoll on his cock, taking it and letting him use you, you're such a good little thing for him.
When he finishes, it's with a deep groan, his teeth digging into your shoulder until he's drawn blood. Fuck, you taste so good on his tongue, his little lamb, his woman. He really could just devour you whole.
Holding you down, he makes sure you take every last drop of his cum. Making sure that you know that he owns you, that you're his and his alone, that you’ll take his seed into your womb and no one else's. That it’s his child causing your tummy to swell…
“Mine.” is all he says, voice low and gravely with that smirk you’ve grown to cherish, the one that promises so much more to come.
His fingers slip from your throat, trailing over the dark bruises he’s left behind before swiping a finger over the crimson that seeps through the mark on your shoulder.
Your heart races, your breath shaky as you try to calm your body. He watches the way your breasts rise and fall with the motion, the way the blush on your face deepens every time you make eye contact with him. Dragging his bloody fingers along your collarbone, Sukuna traces a path all the way up towards your lips.
You don’t even hesitate, looking at him you let your tongue dart out, lapping up your blood that stains his fingers. The king of curses groans, watching as your tongue swirls around his digits, tasting his finger adorned with your blood like the sweetest dessert.
“Yours.” you whisper, eyes never leaving his.
He grins, and you swear you see the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks.
"Good little lamb."
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daeydream · 17 hours
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a/n: the Sukuna brainrot.....the Sukuna brainrot..... ಥ‿ಥ
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"I fucking hate you."
Pouting from where you were lying on his chest, you grin as you feel Sukuna's arm grudgingly wrap around you and lay still in the tense silence.
The very tense silence, you might add.
Not making any effort to remove the silence, you continue to peacefully lie in his arms, still giving him the silent treatment, but happily accepting his angry cuddles.
Cuddles were cuddles, am i right?
Even if Sukuna was giving you a side eye, a scowl and his scariest glare.
"what?"
Sukuna scowls down at you, already knowing that he is going to be fatally struck by a pout and that adorable little smile on your smug little face.
He looked at you.
And was smacked with love and adoration, but he suppressed it with all of his might because he was supposed to be mad at you!!!
"i'm trying to be mad at you."
"is it working ryo?"
Gritting his teeth, as you rested your chin against his chest, your eyes all doey, all cute, inoccent, and he was falling straight into your trap.
"no!"
'yes.'
It was working.
And he hated that it was working.
"Come on, ryo!! i already said sorry."
He didn't say anything, but the way his arms tightened around you, said words he was too proud to say.
"i'm sorry, ryomen."
Reaching up to grab his face, you began peppering his pretty face with small kisses, his grip loosening for a second before immediately tightening again.
Was that a blush forming on his face?
....
nah, you were hallucinating.
"do you forgive me yet?"
rolling his eyes at your teasing smirk, he instead scooted you around, making sure that you were comfy before resting his hand on your waist, his other large hand coming up and tilting your chin so that he could look you straight in the eyes.
"shut up and kiss me."
And with a happy hum, you cheerfully followed his wishes, already knowing where this was headed.
To the bedroom, covered with bruises and a high chance of not being able to walk the next day.
But it was worth it!!
And it's part of loving the Ryomen Sukuna.
And no matter how much he denies it, he most definitely loves you.
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bbmsxlene · 1 day
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🎸 - “SOMEONE GOING MISING”
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I KNOW YALL HAVE BEEN WAITING SORRY OKAY SORRY!!
love the drama plot😈
uraume begin the biggest supporter???? UNEXPECTEDLY??
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daromram · 2 days
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Dress-up challenge with Sukuna that I did on Twitter
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chatsukimi · 2 days
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eternal: ten cursed fingers, born from the flame
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: sukuna x fem!reader, fluff, some angst, heianera!sukuna. pt 2.
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When Sukuna enters the workshop, he is fifteen and mortal, and you are tending flames by the furnace.
Afternoon sun casts through the straw ceiling. You blink twice as you stare at the doorway. Heaving against it, a boy. Sunspots dance in your eyes.
'Please. Please, I'm dying. Help me!' he begs, and his wrists come up to strangle either side of your face, blood filling your tunic in buckets.
Brutal.
He is a curse user, you sense, his energy pouring out like his soul. You could feel it, flooding the plain room, his impending death.
You are young and what the elders say about helping strangers don't faze you. 'Put your hands in the fire.'
'No!'
His eyes are rolling back. He doesn't have much time left.
You grab his arm, dragging his doll-limp figure to the fire. You shove it into the coal.
Observing the healing, your grandfathers' words echo vaguely at the back of your head. They would come asking for it over and over again. They would chase you like immortality. But maybe, you think, maybe he would save dozens with those hands.
What preoccupies you more, though, squatting beside the boy, is the wonder alit in this stranger's face as his hands glisten back to life by the flames until what touches her is not slime and blood, but tender flesh. Bare fingers.
When he leaves, he does not tell you his name, nor ask for his whereabouts, nor thank you. He does not smile, and he gives no compensation. With the rags on his body, though, you do not think he has enough.
He does not do a lot of things, but the last thing you remember of your first meeting with this boy is that he did not say goodbye.
...
He, indeed, returns. He wears a stone carved lion mask.
'I do not think it's fair that I give you weapons for free,' you say, holding up a sceptre for the -now- man.
He chuckles. Sukuna shows you his innate technique: slash. Examining his technique for hours on end, you welded weapons with similar precision.
Through the years, he arrives later and later at the footsteps of your house during the night. He stops calling out for you from the door. Instead, appears frankly at the furnace where you sleep.
'Fuga,' he whispers, like an inside joke, against your ear- open. At first, you startled awake and nearly bashed him in the face. But you know now that despite his stoicism he is smiling under the mask, appearing on the opposite side of the room in an instant.
A little part of you rejoices at knowing this was an important man you have saved, though your fingers never touched.
You can tell from how he stands with solidifying confidence, toys with the necklace around your neck with the symbol of the Sun, Moon and Stars Squadron without ever grazing your skin, and the cursed energy blistering the summer air now greater than any sorcerer you'd met, he was great. All of the Fujiwara Clan combined does not compare.
Electricity trills under your pulse.
Ten years, he comes and goes.
You do not ask for his name. He does not ask for yours. Sometimes you catch him glancing at you in the corner of your eye, as you're tending the flames.
Years pass.
You forget his face.
You wonder, in his aftermath, if he will forget yours. One day he will get tired of the same old swords in the same old countryside home, you're sure of it. But he drives on back each time like an old man seeking immortality.
When he leaves, you stare at the designs of weapons you gave him. What great things would he achieve with those at his side? Your grandfather never tells you about any jujutsu affairs. Leave the girl to sword-making is his motto.
...
A rumour passes from ear to ear from the Southern Clans to the North. A sorcerer is tearing up villages in a one-person massacre to consume their flesh.
Every villager now inks black prayers on their carriages. Prayers to the living god.
You think, it doesn't hurt.
You, too, stick up rice paper on your windows to shield against the monster you know does not care, roaming through the woods in carnage.
...
The next time he comes, the man is wearing a demon mask.
Half his body, gone.
You push him to a chair. You kneel between his legs. Your hand hovers over his abdomen, where the flimsy stitches had failed to ease the bowels from overflowing. You frown. A flame blossoms from your palm, piecing his body back together. He clenches his teeth and watches you.
Cursed Flame: burns anything back to its prior state.
'What Special Grade curse could do something like this?'
He does not answer.
His sheer height has you sinking into your ankles in respect.
As you back away from the fire, you stumble into his chest. Your feet catch in the mat. In the times before, he had never attempted to touch you. Now his hand is tilting your head up, holding your chin, to look at his face, whom she had never seen before in full view.
You flinch.
Your exhale escapes as a gasp.
‘Are you scared?’
Now you realise what is so frightening about the demon who brutalises whole villages, consumes their flesh- living god. So, this is what thousands died seeing. You swallow, because he is beautiful, this four-eyed demon.
Before you utter a word, he leaves the room.
You whip your head around to inspect the windows. Nothing but wind howls against the house. No shadows but your own etches onto the tatami mat by the fire.
Rippling from all four directions, a voice booms: ‘bow.’
Your knees hit the ground. When he enters the room again, he stops before her. You dare not look at his feet.
The Fujiwara Clan teach their daughters well.
‘Stand.’
Is this a trick? With your head still bowed, you press onto one knee. ‘I do not feel enough to equal your presence, Ryomen Sukuna.’
He laughs.
Oh, how he laughs. So his name truly has spread like wildfire through the Clans, big and small. But something nicks at him, that he cannot see your eyes flickering with your flame, or your mouth working the irregular candy you chew, sometimes, on the job, when you feel comfortable around him. In those moments, he would get the urge to reach out and touch your shoulder, just for your reaction. Would you drop the sword to wrap those flaming hands around him so that he could feel some warmth?
'No. I tell you to rise so you rise.' You stand up. 'What's my name?'
'Ryomen Sukuna.'
'No.' He cups your face with his palm as he'd often dreamt of, when he was a teenager. As he'd often planned, when he grew older into the adult he is now. 'For you, I am Ryo.'
...
Ryo.
He likes it when you look at his face. He tells you sometimes, 'this is what you saved.' The four eyes blinking back at you.
He likes the smell of ash by your neck and often pushes his nose against your skin. An animal, you think to yourself, smiling.
Ryo, he takes what he wants, as the powerful do, so when the day comes, he says, 'come with me.' Out of nowhere.
He leads you out, facing the fields of darling grass and daffodils.
He hasn’t thought this through but he doesn't need to. He opens his mouth, ready to ask the question.
‘I can’t…’ He turns around to watch you speak. ‘... can’t bear child.’
For once, although you have denied his request, his face remains void of anger. Void of anything at all.
At twenty five years old, that’s all Sukuna knows what to want. If he cannot have the girl, then steal something else- after all, what are you worth?
‘Then give me something else.’
‘Have my flame.’ His eyes widen. You press on, ‘but you will protect me, in case my family decides to kill me. The flame is a sacred technique passed down from the family. But when I die, it will be yours.’
Without her cursed technique, she would be ostracised.
Everyone comes to the negotiation table with some line they would not cross. And Sukuna swore to never become a protector.
His mouth pronounces, ‘no.’
'Then what do you want, Ryo?'
He stares at you. He's never denied himself any pleasure in his life, but the way his heart skips a beat- it's what's made his enemies weak to be culled, what brings down great empires (love).
Surely, you would be his downfall.
He could not have you.
'Never mind. I want your Technique.'
He would live 1000 years wondering why those flames in his palms would perform in silence. He’d move them with grace to murder. He’d stare at the sparkling embers in a lake, waiting for it to shift and shape into some form without his control. He would realise, ages and eons in, that he had forgot to specify the fusion of their souls.
‘Deal.’
You were always an abnormally weak sorcerer in body. Never trained to exorcise a curse. Perhaps that’s another reason he suggested it, his one mistake. You were his to protect -no matter how he’d protest- but never were you with him again.
...
The next day, Sukuna wipes out the Fujiwara Clan in its entirety. Destroys them so badly no one recognises the corpses.
Mangled. Twisted. Broken.
He destroys the only thing that would've destroyed you.
It is that night at the beach, rain and seawater tangling your hair, you swear to kill him, the boy you saved so many years ago, even if you would be his for eternity.
Your hands tremble. You almost set fire to the sea.
...
'Ryo.' You're brushing his hair as he tips his head back to look at you, unfazed. 'Why do you do what you do?'
He hums, tangling his fingers through yours. 'Why does it matter my purpose?'
'I was just wondering.' You rub at his hands gently, the living things you saved.
Apparently disliking the silence, Sukuna speaks again. 'I do whatever I want, however I want. I have no purpose.'
When you kill him, he almost grins, as though proud. Had he always acted like this? The strange and feral monster.
'Are you ready to die now?' you ask. Some part of you still recalls the child wailing at the prospect of death.
Sukuna cackles, but before he even flinches as the sword digs through his skin and bones, he props his head before yours, kissing your lips as though playing a trick on you.
His scarlet eyes forever haunt your memory, reflecting the silver of your sword and the red of your flames.
'I'm always ready for you... ... and anyways death is not eternal.'
When the flames extinguish, you realise you had left none of him behind, but the hands. Ten cursed fingers, born and killed from the flame.
pt 2.
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faintrustle · 5 hours
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King SUKUNA and his cute ribbon
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4pfsukuna · 2 days
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What about sukuna trying to make reader jealous but readers not fucking with it and gets mad instead or something🤔
Jealous? My facecard dont decline!
Heres something for  Heian era because i wasnt sure what time period you wanted but if you submit this request again I’m more than happy to do a modern day plus smut if you’d like💖 i had so much fun with this!
Waking up in a full nelson at the sound of “wake your stupid ass up” is the last thing Sukuna expects…. Like ever. The grip has him ready to pass back out and the only thing keeping him awake is the fact THRILL that it's you. Now you may be wondering:
“what did he do to make you so mad?”
Discussing fabrics with the seamstress was taking longer than it was supposed to but you didn't mind. not only were you the it girl and material girl of the land you were Sukunas girlfriend meaning you could have anything you want. New wardrobe? Yours. Blood of your enemies? You could have their blood and their enemies blood.
It seemed the only thing you couldn't have was alone time to be a baddie. As the seamstress opened up the jewelry box revealing 3 new sets of gold hoop earrings, 5 gold bracelets, an assortment of anklets and necklaces to match it with the different silk fabrics you grin happily when all of a sudden you hear this agitating sound.
“You’ve been at it for hours with this shit” Sukuna growls, walking in for the fourth time scaring the other woman and finally pissing you off. She doesn’t do her best work when she's terrified because her hands begin to shake.
“Would you fuck off” you hiss at your boyfriend completely annoyed at his pestering antics and the way he just cant take no for an answer. And it wasn’t even that you told him no to anything, it was more so that you just wanted to indulge in yourself, it takes time to be a bad bitch.
He was equally annoyed with you as well, truth be told for several reasons. He had no idea what kind of sorcery you’d done to have him this hooked. He knew you were nearly as powerful as him with the ability to summon any snake any size and that your body contained every snake venom known (and unknown) to man. The way your eyes would focus on him when he spoke taking in every word as if it was water and you were dehydrated, the way you reach for him in your sleep and God forbid he leaves bed to finish up work(gossip with uraume) you'd storm down stairs and plop in his lap demanding to be held falling asleep the minute he holds you. Or your lips? The way you smiled at him as he cupped your chin to guide his tip—
“No!” He snaps annoyed he has to fight an inanimate object for your attention and he leans forward causing something neither of you expect it happens to fast.
Your hands grab the back of his head locking into his hair yanking so he's now eye level with you, a dark look in your eyes as your tounge grazes your lips before you can say anything his intensity matches yours.
You expect it because how dare you embarrass him in front of lower levels like this?!
His hand wraps around your neck and soon it's a power battle as it usually is with an underlying sexual tension that keeps things flowing between you, the temperature of the room dropping 20 degrees on your behalf and quickly raising 21 on his. 
Petty king.
You drop your hand not wanting to fight with him and knowing deep down he didn’t either. But how dare you defy the great sukuna.
“By the time i'm done with my meeting i expect you to be done with this” he seethes making sure to set fire to all the plants as he walks past them. How dramatic!
Sighing knowing that was his way of inviting you to the meeting you turn back to the woman sending her a look of reassurance to continue.
Walking down the bare marble halls the only sound of distant footsteps and chatter as you listen to uraume who fills you in on the gossip. You gasp with a wide eyed expression stopping to face them.
“And they were bunkmates” and your jaw nearly hit the ground at the tea. The servants were so messy you wanted to see if Sukuna knew anything about it and if anything would stop your fued it would be gossip.
Urauma glances behind you, their smile falling completely off their face replaced by nervousness before bringing it back but it was already too late.  It's when they try to guide you back to where you had already come from that you get suspicious and turn around seeing Sukuna with one of the servant girls pinned to the wall, his large tattooed arm above her head as he talks.
You almost laugh at the display and at Uraume trying to get his attention, instead you link arms with your boyfriend's bestie and continue to walk past them.
“He couldn't make me jealous even if he tried! I sit on this man's face nearly every night, he buys me everything I want and besides do you see what i look like? My body was crafted! My face was sculpted i cant be jealous when i look like this” you arrogantly spit loud enough for all 3 of them to hear and a slither of you feels bad for the poor girl she had mearly been roped into this and Sukuna feels his heart swell with pride, you were his fucking girl.
But he sees a challenge, he's still a man nonetheless and being a man comes with doing stupidness you couldn't explain.
Like having another woman on his arm at a dinner he hosted with Curses he somewhat respected and neighboring estates just to show off. He was arrogant you'll give him that, and you were livid.
Watching him flaunt this ditsy little flat bodied bimbo around was pissing you off not cause you were jealous but because you were the one that should be meeting all of his allies. You were the one who’s power matched theirs, even rivaled it. You could feel your human eyes turn to snake eyes as your anger rose and roared through you.
It was disrespectful and downright embarrassing! Not only did people not know your status and who you were to him, not only did it make you feel lower than the Queen you actually were not only did you look like a complete fool having Sukunas initial on the gold beads that decorated your butt length braided ponytail but she had the audacity to smile at you as if she won.
He let another woman take your place, let another woman feel like she was above you. He let another woman sit on YOUR throne that is his lap and you can feel yourself losing your composure faster than you ever have.
You want to react in this very moment cause a scene hell even release some of your snakes but you couldn't imagine looking as dramatic and childish as Sukuna did earlier! That wasn't very it girl material of you. Instead you look over at Uraume finishing your glass of Sake, there was no point in wasting it, before shoving it in their hands and disappearing. 
Sukuna would never try no shit like this again.
Uraume sends a pointed look at Sukuna who instantly dismisses the servant smirking outwardly at your silent anger, a nerve wracking thought of if he pushed entirely too hard as the silhouette of you leaving replays in his mind. Were those his initials in your braid. He instantly feels disgusted and wants everyone to leave while he talks to you but swallows the thought.
He was Sukuna Ryomen, the king of curses, the king of doing whatever he wanted and nobody could stop him or tell him otherwise. So he parties, drinks and continues the night without a hitch until the sky is at its darkest and he bids a good night showering and laying in his empty bed. 
He spends about an hour tossing and turning unable to sleep not knowing where you are and pissed you aren’t in bed with him.
It's when he finally dozes off at the beginning of a dream playing that he thinks he feels the tips of your fingers in his back trailing over his broad shoulders and all four arms.
“Wake your stupid ass up” he hears before there's a vice-like grip on his neck pushing against his windpipe. He struggles for a little bit to breathe as your wrist digs into his pressure points.
“Y/N!” He shouts your name yet you only grip tighter and he doesn't even fight to get you off just shocked at your murder attempt.
“No dont fucking Y/N me! You tried to make me jealous and only pissed me off! Do I look like some weak willed bitch to you? Do you not see what i look like and you think you can make ME jealous, my king im offended! and the fucking audacity to try” you snap squeezing tighter and his hands come up to grip your arms.
 “Ryomen If you ever treat me like im not your girlfriend… your fucking queen ill poison you, have you an inch from your life and take over your thrown as i watch you die” you whisper the last part in his ear sending a chill down his spine before your grip loosens completely arms unsnaking.
Climbing under the covers you make yourself comfortable before turning on your side instantly falling asleep the minute your head hits the pillow. 
You miss the way your boyfriend holds his neck in disbelief with slight arousal and a tad bit of fear. You were fearless yet angry enough to not only threaten him but attempt to kill him? It’s when he hears your soft snores that actually sounds more like a snake hiss that he knows you're actually asleep.
Not only did you just pull that stunt but you had the audacity to sleep peacefully knowing he wouldn’t kill you. Not even a sliver of fear in your body. It’s like you were testing him! 
He may have been a sick man because he loved every second of it, he doesn’t test his luck by wrapping any of his arms around you, instead just lays close enough to still feel your body heat until you roll over wrapping an arm and leg possesively around him. 
He grins for a woman nearly a foot shorter than him, you may have the biggest ego in the room. 
“Wait, she tried to kill you in your sleep, threatened to kill you once you woke up and you’re shopping for wedding rings right now?” Uraume asks and this is one of the only times Sukuna had baffled them with his madness. Uraume never questioned Sukuna, it wouldn’t make sense to and that’s how it was easy being his most loyal and right hand but this… this was different.
“Yeah, any woman that bold is made for me!” Sukuna grins looking over the rings trying to find the biggest, brightest, most sinister looking ring.
“You think after yesterday's events consisting of making her jealous and ignoring her you should propose?” Uraume stated in that pestering ‘duh jackass’ voice that would usually have sukuna second guessing.
“What? No, she rode my face this morning until she blacked out again and I sent her to the next land over shopping for whatever her heart desires then set up a hair appointment with a stylist from her homeland.” Sukuna picks up a ring with a blood diamond circled by red rubies that matched the red of his eyes. He was sure the ring could be used as an anchor… you’d love it.
“Your highness for the cost of that ring we may have to take over a small village to not have this affect our funds” Uraume advises making small notes of villages near by in other peoples territory knowing Sukuna would start a war if it meant funding his queens lifestyle.
“A village is too small i want kamiro territory, ill kill him and anybody that decides to follow him. I don’t like the way he smells anyway” Sukuna shrugs, picking up a matching bracelet for you.
“You two have more drama than the servants”
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style [sukuna x fem!reader] summary: a collection of (cute) moments between you and ex!sukuna w/c: 1.9k a/n: bruh idk how these two are STILL exes, but it's a yes from me // yes, another taylor fic because i'm in love with her
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sukuna 12:56am u up?
you audibly groan at the text, face scrunched up in disgust. sitting up in bed, you shove another pillow behind your back. your fingers fly across the screen, but only for a short time.
12:57am fuck off
throwing your head back in anguish, you sigh at the ceiling. and when your phone buzzes again, you brace yourself for the reply.
sukuna 12:57am ladies first 12:58am open the door 12:58am please
despite the abruptness of his text, you fly out of bed and run into the living room of your apartment. you stare down the hallway at your front door and peek at your phone when it vibrates.
sukuna 12:59am quit thinking so hard i'm cold
rolling your eyes, you tiptoe to the door, lifting yourself on your toes to look through the peephole.
and there he stands, pink hair dimmed against the yellow lights of the hallway, his head tilted back. biting your lip, your eyes glance down at his exposed neck, strained as he studies the ceiling.
stepping back, you unlock the three locks on your door (courtesy of the man outside) and pull it open.
your ex stands in the hallway, a sight you've seen too many times to count, and he tilts his head in greeting. "hey, baby."
you grab the sleeve of his sweatshirt and tug him in, locking your door when he's safely inside. when you spin around, he's gone.
you ignore the clink of glasses against one another in the kitchen and head back to your room, rubbing your eyes are you go.
glancing at the clock on the wall, 1:04am, your shoulders visibly deflate. you pull back the duvet and climb into bed after turning off the lamp on your bedside table. facing away from the door, you get comfortable, tuning out the sounds of sukuna knowing this place like the back of his hand.
"i didn't come over for you to ignore me."
you turn over. sukuna leans against the doorframe, sipping idly from his glass.
you flip back around, snuggling your head into your pillow. "i'm sleeping."
"oh, poor baby," he pouts falsely, crossing the room and setting his glass on his nightstand. you shake your head, your nightstand.
when you hear a rustle, you glance over your shoulder. sukuna tugs his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head and pushes his sweatpants down his legs. you feel your cheeks heat at seeing him in only his black boxers.
he lifts the blankets and slides into your bed, avoiding your eyes as he does so. despite his naturally cocky attitude, along with his annoying habit of suppressing everything he's ever felt, you know him too well.
"c'mere," you mumble, circling your fingers around his wrist. sukuna says nothing and shuffles toward you, wrapping his arms around your torso, head on your chest. "wanna talk about it?"
he shakes his head softly, tightening his arms. "in the mornin'."
you nod, fingers threading through his hair. "okay."
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you wander the building aimlessly, with a lunchbox in your hand and a coffee in the other. you know this place well, though once he got promoted, sukuna moved offices. but you wouldn't call it an office; more of a place to sort through employee contracts and qualifications and watch the cameras around the complex.
he'd complained to you over text that he'd have no time to eat today. so, you took it upon yourself to ensure your ex had an adequate lunch to keep him going, duh.
the sound of your name in that deep voice of his rings down the hall, and you spin around.
"i knew it was you," sukuna tilts his head at you. "what're ya doing here?"
you lift your hands and grin. "lunch."
sukuna stares at you, and you swear you'll melt from the intensity of his gaze. he wears his usual black cargos and a black t-shirt with the company logo on the left breast, but he looks more delicious than ever.
"seriously?" the corner of his lips upturns, and he bites his bottom lip to stop the smile from breaking. he fails. "you're so cute."
sukuna steps forward to wrap his arms around your head, his biceps flexing against your ears.
you smile giddily and circle your arms around his torso, hands hovering over his back. "it's a bento box with rice and steak and those little sausages you like—"
sukuna cuts you off by leaning down and pressing a hot, wet kiss on your lips, and you squeal at the public display.
"kuna..." you turn around the see if anyone is in the hallway to witness.
his laugh is deep and rich, and you can't help but watch the sparkling smile on his face.
"thank you," he mumbles, his smile fading as he becomes serious.
your face heats at his words, shoving the box and coffee in his hands. "just eat your lunch."
sukuna presses a final kiss on your forehead and turns around, returning to his office. "see you at home!"
you shake your head, laughing. "go to your own home, nerd!"
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"sukuna, what are you doing here?" the smile in your voice doesn't go unnoticed. leaving the lab at 8pm was a drag, but it was necessary for your thesis, and sukuna knew its toll on you.
sukuna pushes off his car as you approach, his smirk laced with mischief. "picking you up," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
he meets you halfway, walks behind you, and takes your backpack off your back. you loll your head on your shoulder when he falls into step beside you. the streetlights are aglow, and you giggle at the orange tint on his hair.
"such a gentleman."
sukuna scoffs, swinging your bag onto his shoulder. "not the word i'd use."
"oh yeah?" you bump into his side, smiling smugly when he throws his arm over your shoulder. "and what word would you use?"
"whipped!" a voice calls from the car. your smile grows larger when you see sukuna's younger brother, yuuji, hanging out of the passenger seat window.
"yuuji!" you laugh, heart leaping in your chest. "when did you get back?"
after graduating highschool, yuuji and his two friends, megumi and nobara travelled around europe for a year and a half. you remember sending him off with a snack pack for the plane and a kiss on the forehead.
"this morning," the younger boy says, stepping out of the car. "been forcing sukuna to take me everywhere until i get my car fixed."
you embrace him in a hug. "i hope you had fun."
yuuji leans back—he used to be shorter than you, but now he's nearly as tall as his brother. "it was better than fun; i'll tell you all about it when we get home."
you glance at sukuna who's doing a great job of being silent, and get into his car when yuuji insists you get in the front.
sukuna never brought up the topic of your breakup to yuuji, it seems.
and on the way home, 'one way or another' plays through the speakers while the younger boy talks your ear off about his drunken nights in greece, and all the experiences that made him miss you (namely laundry and home cooking).
when you arrive back at sukuna's, you notice the disarray of the apartment.
you hear your name being called from the spare room, and your heart explodes, both in whose calling and the nostalgia of it all.
"here, i got you a few souvenirs," yuuji emerges from the room with a bag held out in front of him. "sorry i couldn't;t give them to you this morning, suk said you left early."
you have to stop the smile on your face from dropping at the last part. you know sukuna is standing in the kitchen a few feet away, watching you.
"yuuj!" you grab the bag, wrapping your arm around his torso in a side hug. "you didn't have to get me anything."
the younger boy rolls his eyes. "of course i did. before i left you said if i didn't bring you a miniature figure of all the sights i saw, you'd wash my whites with my reds."
the memory returns to you in a rush. "oh, yeah..."
yuuji's grin and pure excitement make you lead him to the couch. "put a movie on."
"yes, ma'am," he laughs. there's no doubt in your mind that he's putting on human earthworm 8.
while he's occupied, you glare at sukuna, who leans against the kitchen counter.
after you unwrapped all of your gifts, a generous collection of monumental landmarks, you excuse yourself.
shutting the door of sukuna's ensuite, you turn the light on and cover your face with your hands. you swallow and look at yourself in the mirror.
remnants of mascara have collected under your eyes, so you open the mirror to get your makeup remover out of the cupboard.
"have you eaten?—"
you spin around with a makeup pad under your eye, spying sukuna's face through the crack in the door.
you look back at yourself in the mirror, putting the cotton pad onto the counter. "i'll eat when i get home."
sukuna's deep sigh has you turning to him again.
"what?"
"you're not going home."
and when the door clicks closed, your temper reaches its limit.
"you did that on purpose," you scold, but the bite you intend is weak.
"fuck yeah i did," sukuna whispers. "i can't tell him, he loves you."
"ryomen—"
"don't start that again," sukuna snaps. "we've only been apart for two months."
you don't reply.
"hell," he throws his arm out to his right. "i slept over last week, you brought me lunch when i was at work! we haven't acted like we're apart anyway, and you know it."
you bite your lip. "we broke up," but the more you try to drill the fact into your mind, the less you believe it.
"what the fuck for?"
you scrunch your face up in confusion. "you know why."
sukuna throws his head back in exasperation. "we've moved past that now. i've gotten better."
"i know you have..." you mumble, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, not knowing what to say. though, when you think about it, why haven't you gotten back together?
"if yuuji can't tell we've broken up, then we must be doing something wrong."
tears line your waterline in frustration and sadness. "kuna..."
he sighs, running a hand down his face. he steps closer, softly placing his palms on your face. "please, baby."
you chew on your bottom lip, nodding softly.
sukuna uses his thumb to pull your lip out from between your teeth. "i love you, okay? i will get you back."
"you already have me," you laugh, a breath from the back of your throat, your hands grasping at his waist.
"damn straight."
"just stop leaving your shit everywhere and acting like a child in serious situations, and i'll move back in."
and when sukuna rolls his eyes (albeit lovingly) and opens his mouth to agree, you push yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss his mouth. he groans deeply and moves one of his hands from your face to the back of your head and the other to your back, pulling you closer.
"you guys done fucking in there? movie's on."
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