#yes sukuna's true form sukuna with a mouth on his stomach

[wriothesleysgf]

THRONE. ryomen sukuna.

cws: [ex]plicit content - mdni . monsterfucking (true form sukuna), overstimulation, dacryphilia, degradation, pet names (mostly gn except two uses of princess), ds dynamics, possessivenes, sadomasochism, double penetration, cunnilingus, finger sucking, subspace, creampies, some aftercare.

notes: this is gonna get t*gg3d since it's pure filth, so reblogs are rly appreciated lol.

wc: 1.7k

"𝐒𝐔'- '𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇! 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓- 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓!" you squealed, writhing in sukuna's hold.

you were sitting on his lap on the throne of his domain, facing him. though your clothes had been long since discarded, sukuna's trousers were only pulled down enough for him to be fisting both of his cocks simultaneously. the fortunate thing about being a cursed being with four arms was that he could continue to restrain you as he prepared himself for you.

"fucking brat," he spat, "you aren't going back on your word now. i despise liars and weaklings, and what was it you said, hmm? what got you into this situation, slut?"

he cocked an eyebrow at you, and you looked into his many eyes before replying in a hushed whisper. although sukuna had heard you perfectly fine the time before, he wanted to play with his food before absolutely devouring it. "speak up, pet. do what you're told."

"i-" you stuttered, shaking in fear at the curse's predatory gaze. you then cleared your throat, mustering every ounce of strength necessary for you to speak up. "i said i could take both of your cocks at once, sir..."

"and?" oh, he was truly cruel.

"i don' wanna say,"

"and why's that, brat?" despite maintaining his callous demeanour, sukuna became focused on scanning your expression and body language for any true signs of discomfort - he didn't wish to take things too far with such a precious thing such as yourself.

"'s embarrassing."

he scoffed at your meek response, amused that he'd thought you were uncomfortable when you were merely embarrassed. how human of you.

one of sukuna's hands let go of his cock, not bothering to wipe off the drops of precum mixed with spit that stained his fingers. he drew it back, before landing a harsh slap against your cheek. "you speak when spoken to, bitch. do you understand?"

his thumb moved to rest on your chin, angling your gaze to face him. he waited for you to state a clear "yes, sir," before slipping his thumb between your lips. instinctively, you began to suck on the tip of the digit, eyes remaining on sukuna's face.

"good pet. . . that will be your only warning. any further infractions will be met with ample punishment. now," he removed his wet thumb from your mouth, shifting it to rest on your swollen clit. he chuckled darkly as his long, thick fingers inspected your sloppy folds. "i was going to make you ride my boot, yet you're already dripping like a bitch in heat." sukuna then leaned back, loosening his grip both on you and allowing his cocks to lazily bounce against his toned stomach. "come on, princess. claim your throne."

for a moment, you questioned the cursed being. typically he enjoyed bullying his girth into you, so surely this had to be some kind of trap, right? regardless, the urge to satiate the emptiness that you felt between your legs was so immense that, without further questioning, you shifted to hover over both of sukuna's cocks.

you began with just the one on top, gripping its base and rubbing the tip through your folds before aligning it with your entrance. this action earned you a warning glare, a promise that you'd be punished if you made another movement that could be interpreted as teasing sukuna. though that hadn’t been your sole intention, you took it on the nose and continued the feat of getting his inhumane cock into yourself.

sukuna’s head lolled back, clearly enjoying himself as you managed to push the tip of him into your warm walls. his cockhead dragged across your sweet spot, causing your cunt to flutter around him. it took each little bit of self control for the curse not to grip your hips and force you to take the rest, then begin to bounce you around like a human fleshlight, though he managed to keep it together… mostly. occasionally, he would thrust his hips upwards very slightly, masking his own desperation with a gruff “hurry up”.

slowly but surely, you managed to work your way down his thick length, with your legs trembling by the time he was bottomed out inside of you. no matter how many times he’d fucked you before, it still burned ever so slightly. the out of character benevolence once again showed itself in the form of a thumb on your clit, a hand on the small of your back, and another nonchalantly dabbing at the odd stray tear that you’d shed as you grew accustomed to the stretch. soon enough, the pain dulled and was replaced by pure euphoria. you gave him the signal that you were fine to continue, and thus the barbarity returned.

“tight fuckin’ cunt,” sukuna growled, “i’m practically splitting you in half, pet, and we haven’t even made it to the main event.” he punctuated his mockery by conjuring a mouth on the palm of his hand, its hot tongue darting out to lick the remainder of tears from your wet cheeks. the salty taste was akin to ambrosia to the curse, the fact that he’d been the one to make you cry only turning him on moreso.

he wasn’t going to make you take his other cock yourself; instead, he let you haphazardly bounce on his length while he fisted the other a few times. you were too distracted to notice him spread a generous amount of lube over your tighter hole. he slid a finger past the taut ring of muscle, cooing over you in order to prevent you getting too antsy whilst he prepped your ass. sukuna didn’t reprimand you when you buried your face in the crook of his neck, rather he used it as further opportunity to get your pretty hole ready for his cock.

being with him in such a manner often resulted in you being subject to pain, though sukuna had trained his whore to crave the pleasure that shortly followed. therefore, you opted for biting on your lip and made no motion to tell him to stop when he progressed from scissoring your asshole open to gently working the tip of his secondary cock inside.

you whimpered at the sensation, another painful stretch that was slowly replaced with the feeling of being as full as you can be. two of sukuna’s strong arms tilted you backwards, easing more of himself into you. this was the last time that he would be tender, for you were beginning to exhibit a couple of a signs that you were nearing a point of overstimulation - the wide and teary eyes, the way that your bottom lip began to quiver, and the soft, sweet little cries that you tried and subsequently failed to muffle (much to sukuna’s delight).

“what a perfect whore,” he mused, “do you like both of my cocks in your little holes? no human could ever fuck you this good, you’re mine. my pet,”

he continued to spit a mixture of degrading and possessive phrases as two of his hands aided your hips, rocking you on his dual cocks. when you tilted yourself forward, it was a struggle not to collapse into sukuna’s arms. he picked up on this quickly, noticing you relying on his hold more with each passing moment. he then resorted to the sole method that he used with you: pain. once again, you received a harsh slap across the face, only this time, it was followed with another hand delivering a similarly mean spank to your ass. this caused you to clench around his cocks, earning a smirk from him.

“good bitch,” his words were laced with mischief and malice, “listen to my voice, don’t worry about anything else. just keep taking me like the worthless thing you are,”

countless names followed, with sukuna successfully distracting you from his current antics. it wasn’t until you felt his warm tongue against your clit that you noticed what he had done.

the curse had conjured a mouth on his lower stomach, positioned perfectly to lap at your drooling cunt while you fucked yourself on him. such feeling was the final nail in the coffin, and your movements grew sloppy, a sign that you were nearing you high. not bothered about chiding you and instead appreciating that dumb little look on your pretty face, sukuna placed his upper two hands under your arms, with the lower ones remaining on your hips. he lifted you up and down, forcing you to take all of him with each rotation.

“my fucking slut, my cockwhore, my sweet toy,”

repetitive rambles fell from sukuna’s lips as he continued to toy with your body like you were nothing. the both of you were nearing your respective high, and sukuna, knowing your body expertly at this point, nipped at your clit, then proceeded to suck the puffy bud - something that always drove you insane. your own words were reduced to incoherent babbles, brain turned to mush and legs to jelly as he continued to pump his cocks into you.

before you knew it, you were clenching around him, cumming with a loud cry as sukuna helped you ride it out. your body’s reactions drove him over the edge, cunt spasming around his cocks as he shot his loads into both of your holes. as much as he wanted to watch his seed dribble out of you, he knew that it was best to help you off of him, not caring about the mess on his lap.

he never really knew what to say during times like this, despite typically being a man with a sizeable vocabulary. so, he settled with holding you while you clung to him, your arms loosely wrapped around his torso and head buried in the crook of his neck. simply knowing that he let you hug him so tenderly was enough for you, because it showed that he cared about you even despite whatever harsh things he would say in the moment. the way that his arms awkwardly moved to return the embrace warmed your heart, and what more could a princess ask for?

#sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #♡｡ now tracking: kfairy ☆.ᐟ

[t9fi]

allure. — ryomen sukuna☆

pairing. True form, lord!Sukuna. Fem!reader.

warnings. Dirty talk. Misogyny. Reader is a virgin. Clit stimulation. Traditional roles. Sukuna being a big meanie. Literally bipolar!sukuna fr. kuna using you. Lil angst

word count. 1.8K

notes. Two chapters in one day? Your welcome. Like ughh, the punishment is gonna be so good guys like foaming at the mouth.

ch. two.  

“Good girl”

The endearing nickname sent shivers down your spine. His admiration. His caresses. His words. It overwhelmed you completely.

Sukuna was keenly aware of how your body responded to his every action and word. His hand, once resting on your stomach, now cupped your pussy. Your eyes fluttered as a soft whimper escaped your lips.

"How adorable," he teased, his fingers lingering against your sensitive spot. Your knees trembled under his touch, causing you to lean into his chest. You could feel his warm breath against your ear, thick with desire. "Spread em."

And you obeyed. Your back arched as you willingly opened yourself wide for your beloved Lord. His fingers explored your entrance, teasingly brushing against your sensitive flesh. The sheer wetness that coated your thighs was a sensation you had never experienced before, driving your mind into a frenzy.

His fingertips glided up and down your slick folds, his voice a seductive whisper. "My sweet little pussy," Sukuna murmured.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes in sheer pleasure as his teasing pushed you over the edge. Straddling his lap, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, Sukuna continued to play with your pussy. "M-my lord," you struggled to say, your voice choking with lust. You wanted him to touch you more, to make you reach that peak of ecstasy.

Sukuna chuckled, looking down at your helpless form. "What is it, wife?" he asked, his voice dripping with anticipation. He wanted you to say it, to surrender completely.

Moaning, you began to grind against Sukuna's hand. "Uh, huh, little one, use your words," he urged.

Whining and pouting your lips, you looked up at Sukuna, your eyes pleading. "Please Lord, please touch me," you begged.

But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to hear the most depraved words escape your lips, to break you down completely. You could sense his disappointment hanging in the air. "Please, 'kuna, I want you to touch my pussy; make me cum," you finally confessed.

That nickname made something stir within him. "That's a good girl," he praised, his voice laced with hunger.

His fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Gripping the back of his hair, you let out soft moans of ecstasy. "'Kuna," you gasped.

His dick twitched against you. His breath grew hotter and more uneven, clearly aroused by your pathetic sounds.

Sukuna quickened the pace of his fingers, causing your hips to buck uncontrollably. The room was filled with your cries and he revelled in it. Though he didn't show it, his body spoke volumes.

You trailed your tongue from his neck to his jaw, leaving a gentle kiss. Now face to face with Sukuna, your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your head thrown back. Your hips moved desperately against his hands. "Mm, fuck," you cried out, your mouth hanging open, so close to reaching your climax.

His other hand moved towards your lips, his fingers sliding into your mouth. You were on the edge, so close to that mind-blowing release.

"Beg."

Your mind was clouded with desire, unable to think clearly. The words stumbled out of your mouth, barely audible, "P-please."

"Do you not want to cum for your King?" he asked, slowing his movements. You couldn't help but cry out, "Yes, yes please, Lord."

Sukuna's grin widened from ear to ear. "Then be a good girl and beg for it, beg for me to make you cum."

You nodded fervently, still grinding your hips against his fingers. "Please, Sukuna, I need it. I need you to make me cum, to claim me as yours."

His desire intensified. He wanted you to be completely his, to yearn for his touch, to be consumed by it.

He tightened his grip on your throat. "Cum for me."

And you did.

Your first ever orgasm felt like a euphoric dream. Your entire body trembled, causing your back to arch as you cried out his name. As you rode out the waves of pleasure, your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze filled with a dark, lustful hunger. 

"You're such a good girl," he whispered softly, his hands caressing the sides of your hips.

For an evil king, he showed surprising tenderness and gentleness towards you.

Wanting to reciprocate the pleasure he had given you, your hand reached for his cock, but he stopped you with a firm hand. "No, you don't deserve that."

Your heart sank, realising that he was merely using you for his own satisfaction. It was predictable.

He pushed you away and swiftly got out of the bathtub, slipping on his robe. He glanced back at you. "Not yet."

The maids had meticulously tidied you up, leaving you in Sukuna's room, which was now also yours. This time, you were adorned in a delicate, light pink kimono adorned with cherry blossom motifs that danced across the fabric. Your hair cascaded down, beautifully styled. Your makeup was subtle yet impactful. However, despite your efforts, Sukuna's hurtful words lingered, making you feel undeserving and unattractive.

"You don't deserve that," his words echoed in your mind. As you sat on the edge of the bed, you couldn't help but feel like a mere puppet, existing solely to fulfil your husband's desires. Even though you had reached your physical climax, it felt as if something was still missing, as if you hadn't truly found satisfaction.

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to ruin the carefully applied makeup. You gently rubbed your eyes, trying to hold back the flood of emotions.

Knock. Knock.

"Ma'am, Lord Sukuna requests your presence in the dining hall," the maid informed you. "He wants you to meet his friends."

Friends? Sukuna had friends? The thought surprised you, momentarily distracting you from your inner turmoil.

"Thank you," you managed to say, your voice slightly shaky as you wiped away the tears from your face.

This was going to be an interesting night.

As you strolled through the grand halls of the castle, your eyes couldn't help but take in the sight of all the stolen treasures and weapons that had been amassed by previous sorcerers. A nervous gulp escaped your lips as you realised the magnitude of the power that resided within these walls.

Following the guidance of a maid, you found yourself standing at the entrance of the dining hall. It was a sight to behold. The table stretched out before you, adorned with a lavish feast that seemed to cover every inch. You felt a bit lost, like a sheep in unfamiliar territory.

Suddenly, a voice called out, breaking you from your thoughts. "Wife," Sukuna's voice rang through the hall. Your head instinctively turned, scanning the sea of faces to find your husband amidst the crowd of men. And there he was, looking absolutely dashing. His hair slicked back, with a few rebellious strands falling gracefully. His black kimono exuded an air of mystery and power. He was undeniably handsome.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you made your way towards him. There was an empty seat next to him, and you moved to take it, but before you could, he grabbed your wrist. "Perform your wifely duties and give your husband a kiss," he commanded. Leaning down, you aimed for his lips, only to be stopped. "My cheek, woman," he snarled. You quickly planted a peck on his right cheek before taking your seat.

Sitting beside him, you couldn't help but feel the weight of all the eyes in the room. They stared at you like curious monsters, their gazes filled with intrigue and perhaps a hint of envy.

Sukuna, seated at the head of the table, spoke with utmost authority. "This is my wife, Y/N," he announced, his voice carrying across the room. Greetings and compliments echoed through the hall, as the other men acknowledged your presence.

One man, with grey hair and mismatched eyes, spoke up. His face adorned with stitches, he gave off an eerie vibe. "She is very pretty," he commented. You glanced over to another man who had black hair, half of it tied up in a bun, and stitches on the top of his head. He too seemed peculiar.

Sukuna simply hummed in response to the comments, his satisfaction evident. "Now, let us eat," he declared, signalling the start of the feast.

You glanced down at your plate, marvelling at the abundance of food before you. It had been ages since you had seen such a feast, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and suspicion. 

Sukuna leaned in closer, his voice laced with curiosity, "Is there something wrong with your meal, my dear?" His words hung in the air, leaving you unsure of his intentions.

With a forced smile, you played the role of a contented wife, replying in a hushed tone only meant for his ears, "No, I absolutely love it. Thank you, my Lord." He nodded in response, returning to his own meal.

You cautiously began to eat, savouring each bite. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted when the grey-haired man yelled out, “So Y/N, are the rumours true?, is the Sukuna big down there”.

The words caught in your throat, causing you to choke on your food.

Sukuna's anger flared, his voice dripping with menace as he confronted Mahito, "Do you have a death wish, Mahito?" His gaze bore into the man, warning him of the consequences.

Mahito, seemingly unfazed, brushed off the tension with a wink in your direction. This only fueled Sukuna's frustration, leading him to mutter curses under his breath.

You couldn't help but wonder why Sukuna didn't take immediate action. He had the power to punish or even kill Mahito, yet he remained seated, his inaction leaving you perplexed.

There was an undeniable urge within you to check on him, to ensure his well-being. Your hand gently rested on his thigh, giving it a slight squeeze, "Kuna, are you okay?"

That name. Fuck he loved it. 

His gaze shifted towards you, seemingly impassive, as if your actions had no effect on him. But deep down, they truly did.

"I'm fine, woman," he replied, his tone laced with annoyance. Leaning closer, his breath brushed against your face. "Now remove your hands before I bend you over in front of everyone in this room.”

Your eyes widened, a gulp escaping your throat, as you quickly averted your gaze back to your food. Your appetite vanished, replaced by a feeling of sickness and being used.

Sukuna and the rest of the men continued their conversation, while you remained silent, afraid to utter a word. The fear of your husband's potential punishment in front of everyone in the room kept you paralyzed. The cursed energy emanating from these men seemed to infect your very being, making you feel nauseous and on the verge of vomiting.

Without a moment's hesitation, you stood up and hastily left the dining hall, aware of the piercing gazes fixed upon you.

Little did you know, you had just committed the gravest error of your existence.

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[tvgals]

‘ Y SO WORRIED?? ‘

jjk men being too big while inside their pretty black wife <3

including: nanami, toji, sukuna, getou

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ GETOU

getou is a hugeeee guy. huge guy = an even huger dick !

“take your time baby…take it all in..” he mumbles, holding your hips to the mattress. you groan into the air, reaching for getou’s biceps. “unt unt! can’t take it all in!” you whine, scratching at his arm.

“take it baby. i know you can.” he groans into your neck, raising his hand to one of your tits. “baby…’m gonna cum!” you warn , turning your head to avert his gaze. “oh baby, we’ve barely gotten halfway.. poor baby.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUKUNA

true form! sukuna for the hot girls 🤷‍♀️

“can barely take one ‘kuna! i can’t take two!” you babble. currently, sukuna was shoving both of his dicks in both of your holes. one in your ass, another in your pretty cunt, and the mouth on his stomach drooling over your clit.

“shh..you can do it baby. ya’ take one so well yeah?” he coos, bending over you and pressing his forehead to yours. he’d probably get clowned if his friends saw how vulnerable he looks right now, but he couldn’t give a single fuck.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TOJI

he’s just so rough ! :(

“shutup and take it.” toji says, pushing your head into the pillow, he doesn’t care if you can’t breathe, he only cares about getting off. “oh my godddd..” you scream into the pillow, arching your back. “it’s good huh? fuckers you were talking to can’t make you feel like this can they?” he asks, slapping your ass.

“no! toji please… put it all in please please please..” you cry. “i’m gonna take my sweet fucking time with you.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ NANAMI

my pretty little businessman <3

“mhm.. you feel it baby?” nanami coos. you and him were just taking a normal bath, one of intimacy, a cute cuddle session. it wasn’t supposed to end with him halfway inside of you! “kennn..” you moan, pressing your face into his neck. “yes love?” he asks, like he doesn’t know he’s going extremely slow. “please..’s too big..” you say, tears welling in your eyes.

“pretty baby…don’t cry..”

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[yuujisuku]

idek what this is!

tags: brat taming, fem reader, edging, dacryfilia, true form sukuna in heian era but honestly I don't think I did him justice THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING TRUE FORM I TINK PLS, daddy kink cus why not, spanking, sukuna disciplines u basically, smutty drabble I wrote over the course of a few days cus I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE RN HELP

"'Kuna!!" Poke. "'Kuna!" Poke. "'Kuna!!"

"What do you want, brat? Can't you see I'm busy?" You stare above at the book that Sukuna is reading while your tiny body is sprawled upon his lap. What's so special about a book when you're right here? You are so bored. How could he ignore you for words on a page?

"I'm bored. All this thinking is making me tired! C'mon, play with me! I wanna play!" Your neck should be snapped in half from the way you're demanding for his attention. But you and Sukuna have gotten to a point where that kind of attitude is punished, yes, but not with the kind of pain that draws blood. It's the kind of pain where he throws you upon his lap with your stomach facing his thighs and makes sure your ass cheeks are sore and bruised in the morning from his large hand making contact with it.

Sukuna does not bat an eye, as if he cares at all. His index finger takes the page and flips it over, not even bothered by your disobedience. "If you want my attention, you're going to have to work for it." He tells you in a low tone, and yet you already have something in mind.

You pull down his trousers to free his cock, his cock is so massive, even when it's soft. However, they're already getting semi hard even though you haven't touched him. Sukuna might act like he has self control with you at times, but you know he wants you as much as you want him.

You want to take him in your mouth, but the issue is that your mouth is so small. You couldn't even if you wanted to. His cock is massive and you struggle to fit him inside of your mouth. The only time you've ever had his cock inside your mouth is when he's punishing you, fucking your mouth until the back of your throat is sore and until you begin coughing up cum and spit.

You take his cock in your hand and begin playing with the head, swirling your tongue around it and taking your hand so you can begin pumping his shaft. You use your thumb to work on stimulating the visible veins on his cock. You look up to watch him. You just love watching Sukuna when you're playing with his cock, his expression being the best part of it all. You love seeing his resolve crumble, just as it is now. You watch as his jaw ticks and clenches. He looks down at you as you look back up at him, your eyes feigning innocence, but you're anything but innocent.

He doesn't let you play with his cock any longer, because he places his hand on the back of your head and shoves his cock inside your mouth. He begins to aggressively fuck your throat and you gag on his fat cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. God, you love it when he gets like this. Your punishment is the best part of your playtime with him. The pain of his cock demolishing your throat is delicious.

"You fucking whore! Is this what you want? To be used? I'll give you what you fucking want now that you disrupted my free time. Get on your hands and knees, brat!" You can hear him growl as you pull away and strip your kimono, not wasting any time and getting on your hands and knees, placing your head on the cold floor of the throne room and arching your back so that your ass is pushed up so high it could almost reach his cock.

You can feel Sukuna's cock stroke your soaked pussy, wanting nothing more than to feel him take your pussy in the middle of the throne room, where anyone could walk in. You hope they would, bonus points if they wanted to watch.

"Please, 'Kuna! Hurry up-" Slap! "Ah!"

"You disobedient whore. I'll take you whenever I please. And right now I think you haven't learned your lesson." Your ass still stings from that harsh slap Sukuna gave you, but you know you're about to receive more. However, Sukuna should know by now that it isn't enough to make you behave.

"Count to ten backward. If you squirm, you will repeat this whole process over again. Understand?" Of course you do! You have done this so many times it's unhealthy how much you enjoy it. Sometimes, you would squirm on purpose so you could restart counting, wanting to feel his rough hand abuse your ass over and over again. You know you drive Sukuna insane when it's all a part of the fun for you.

But right now, you just want his cock inside you. So you'll attempt to be a good girl and try to stay still.

"Ten."

Slap!

"Nine!"

Slap!

"Eight!"

Slap!

"Ow! That one actually hurt!"

"Good. Just keep counting, brat."

"Seven!"

Slap!

"Six!"

Slap!

"Five!

Slap!

"Four!"

Slap!

"Three!"

Slap!

"Two!"

Slap!

"One!"

"Good girl, you didn't move. I'm so proud of you." Sukuna rubs your ass cheeks to soothe the ache. You're just glad it's over, but it does help when his large hands soothe the pain he gave you. You just want him to fuck you now. You need him so bad. You turn around to face Sukuna, who you can tell is rock hard, needing to be inside you just as much as you want him to.

"Isn't it time to fuck me now, Daddy?" You ask sweetly. Sukuna just chuckles and uses his arms to lift you up so you're sitting right upon his cock, using his lower hand to adjust his cock so it's sitting up right, sinking deep inside your pussy.

"Fuck! Feels s'good! I love you, 'Kuna! I love you!" You cry out from the delicious feeling of his fat cock stretching your pussy. Your gummy walls are clenching around his cock. You love that Sukuna takes no time for you to adjust to his size because he just starts pounding inside you. You moan like a whore as you throw your head back and start bouncing on his cock. You wrap your hands around his neck as you ride him.

"That's it. You love Daddy's cock, don't you?" Sukuna enjoys watching your expression. He loves seeing the way you melt when he sinks down onto you. He loves seeing how desperate you get to cum when he's fucking you. He loves seeing your thighs tremble when you're getting close. He wants to give you pleasure, to ruin you and to control you so the only thing you'll ever have in your mind is him.

You only annoy him like this because you want to see him be cruel with you. A mix of pain and pleasure is all you've wanted from the King of Curses. You love that you can push his buttons, and yet he still gives in every time.

"Can I come, Daddy? Please?" You ask while tears are streaming down your face. Sukuna just chuckles and reaches down to lick the tears off of your cheeks, kissing your tear-stained cheeks and peppering kisses down your chin and neck. You can't help but obsess over the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

"I want us to come together, my pretty girl. Can you do that for me?"

You whimper at how he softly implies that you need to control your orgasm. You don't want to disobey him this time, though. You want to please your King.

You'll control it for him. You want to cum as you milk his cock at the same time. It's getting so hard to control your orgasm as you feel the seering pleasure of him playing with your pert nipples while his cock keeps hitting your g-spot. You hate when he tries to edge you. It's the worst but most delicious pain you've ever received.

Sukuna wraps his hand around your throat. You hear him growl as he quickens his pace, and you can tell that he's close now. "Who do you belong to? Tell me!"

"I belong to you, 'Kuna! I'll always belong to you! Fuck!! I'm yours."

Sukuna laughs at how desperate you sound. It's cute. But he knows those words are true. "Cum for me." He demands, as he releases his white, hot, sticky cum inside you.

You squirt all over his lower stomach, legs twitching and shaking, and you're crying. You're orgasm is more powerful now and you're grateful that Sukuna edged you because you're orgasm is much more delicious.

When you both calm down from your high, Sukuna presses a soft kiss to your lips. You giggle as you feel his strong hands rub your ass to soothe the pain. He's not pulling out of you yet, but you don't even mind.

"Should I tell Uraume to prepare us a bath?" Sukuna asks after a few moments of silence. You just nod your head in agreement, too fucked out to form a response.

"Sorry I disrupted your free time." Now that you're satisfied, you actually do feel kinda bad about that.

"Doesn't matter." He picks you up as your arms wrap around his large torso. You lay your head on his shoulder when you finally start to get sleepy. "Uraume must be lurking somewhere around here."

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x y/n #sukuna x reader fanfic #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x fem reader #sukuna x fem reader

[nexysworld]

Summary: He warned you not to run. The consequences of trying to escape were made very clear - but you didn't listen, did you? Now you get to suffer for the choices you made. Alternatively: lots of monsterfucking with true form Sukuna.

Pairing: Sukuna x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, Smut, MDNI, Monsterfucking, True Form Sukuna, Two Dicks 4 arms baby, canon typical violence (not to reader), descriptions of death/blood (not reader), dub-con (reader is into it by the end), tongue fucking, oral, Unprotected Sex, reader gets referred to as a pet, no use of y/n.

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AN: Similar to my Toji fic, this is the first time writing for Sukuna. Hope I did it justice.

“There you are, Little One.” 

The deep gravelly voice tickled at your eardrums before the wall behind you crackled and exploded, sending debris shooting past you. Outside light from the city lit up what was left of the now destroyed building, where you sat on the floor stunned. Heartbeat in your throat, you dared to stand, forcing your stiffened body to turn and face him.  “I told you, if you tried to run, I’d kill every person in the city.” He smiled lazily, recounting his own words, amused as you stiffened where you stood. He stepped closer, each footfall making the air feel heavier around you, forcing you still. “And yet you ran anyway.” His large hand cupped your cheek before patting it softly, the way one might a puppy on its head. “I can’t imagine you believed you could get away. So I assume you were looking for a display of power.” 

‘No. No. Tell him no. He’s wrong.’ Your brain worked the words up, bouncing around your skull desperate for escape before halting and dying in your dry throat. Not so much as a whimper came out.

“And since you want to see my power so badly. I saved the finale of the show for last.”

It only took a second for him to leap from the floor of the building to the ground below, you in tow under his arm. The weightless feeling, you always hated it. Disorienting and nauseating. The world blurred, colors mashing together as wind whistled in your ears. 

He tossed you onto the ground like a sack of potatoes, knocking the wind out of you. You pushed yourself up, the pavement rough under your palms. Not ready to make eye contact with him again, you scanned side to side. The city was in ruin, smoke and flames curling into each other as they danced around blocking the sky. What wasn’t burning or sparking with torn electrical lines, lay crumbled around. Specks that looked like ants littered the debris, your stomach threatening to come up once it occurred to you the ants were people. Bodies. Everywhere. The familiar feeling of saliva pooled in your mouth, you desperately swallowed it down, face tensing as you willed the feeling back.  “You’re missing the most important view, Little One.” He cooed, turning your form to face the opposite direction.  “N-no.” The words left you in an airy whisper. Three friends, lined up in front of you, forced to kneel down in a respectful bow.  “Yes, actually.” This time he nuzzled into your neck from behind. “Look at them.” “Y-you can’t.” Your eyes squeezed tight, unwilling to look at the scene before you. “I can.” He brought his hand around you, squeezing your face to lift your head, holding you in position. “Open your eyes.” When you didn’t comply, he squeezed harder, a forceful grip that made you feel like your bones would shatter beneath his fingers. “Open your eyes, or I’ll start with their toes. Make you listen to their cries of pain.” 

You complied this time, cracking one eye open, then the other.  “Now then, who first? You pick.” 

“I can’t –” You’d never heard a scream like that before. Sharp, like nails on a chalkboard before it died off into a pathetic sob. To prove his point, your friend’s foot was removed from her body, making her almost fall out of her bowing stance. In a panic you brought your shaky hands up to point at the same girl, not wanting her to suffer. “H-her.” 

You could feel the way his smile widened as his cheek was still pressed against yours. You saw two painted fingers wave just slightly in your peripheral, and the boy next to her split open all over, the piece of him collapsing to the ground. You tried to turn your face again, but his grip held firm. “Wh-why?” “You didn’t ask properly, pet.” His words felt like ice in the pit of your chest. 

Footless girl, fear-stricken, tried to run for it as she saw the remnants of the boy in the middle. A pathetic sight as she scrambled to her good leg, using a street rail to try and hop, blood trailing behind her. The same flick of his fingers, and her good leg was gone. Determined she continued, desperately clinging to the rail, pulling her torso along.  “Yes, yes! Keep going, see how far you get.” Sukuna laughed as he watched the spectacle.

Her breath was so ragged you could hear it even at this distance, shocked that she could move at all with the blood loss. Her movements slowed as she reached the end of the rail. “Looks like you have nowhere else to go.” He mused. 

And like that, she was gone too – head disappearing into thin air as if it never existed at all.

“And like that I’m bored.” He said flatly, your final friend combusting into a gush of blood before disintegrating. He didn’t even give the boy a second look.  Your knees wobbled, if not for his grip you’d have hit the ground, brain too overstimulated to process. He said something to you, but it didn’t register, your vision blinking in and out before you ragdolled entirely. 

*******************

You woke some time later, no real way to gauge how long – head heavy on your neck. Pawing at your sleepy eyes, you looked around not noting anything familiar. It was an older house, tatami flooring with a sliding door that was opened into the backyard. You could hear the thwacking of the bamboo fountain as it filled and emptied itself. Greenery and moonlight encompassed your vision, no sign of the city wreckage you’d been subjected to earlier. 

Scanning down at yourself, you had been scrubbed clean. Tattered clothes replaced with a soft bathrobe, hair brushed and smelling of flowers. It felt wrong. Pampered and preened like a prized doll while your friends, no, while all of those people suffered. You wanted to scrunch up and cry, red faced and ugly. Force the world away while you wallowed.

“He wishes to see you now.” 

Uraume’s voice made you startle, skin prickling as if it could fling itself right off your skeleton. You hadn’t noticed her presence or when she’d even entered the room. She didn’t give you the opportunity to reply either, yanking you up by the sleeve of the robe – your leash. You had no choice but to follow, using your hands to hold the fabric closed, not wanting to expose yourself to her, or the cold air.  She took a hard right down a long hallway, then a sharp left – headed to the mainroom of the home, in the dead center. She finally let go of you in order to slide the double doors open, pushing you forward, and sliding them shut behind you.  He sat in the center of the room on top of some colorful blankets. He was too far away and the room too dimly lit for you to see him clearly – but you could tell something was off.  “Come here.” He commanded, head resting in his palm. 

It was an automated response as you stepped forward, one foot, then another. A puppet on strings, hobbling forward. As his features came into view, you understood now why he looked so off. He looked less like Shuji now, that was for sure. An extra set of muscular arms were folded atop his lap, just beneath the regular ones. All four of his eyes opened, the left ones glowing red, skin distorted around them. 

You froze. Just for a second, fear forcing your legs to bring you forward again until you were standing before him. Your hands kept their death grip on your robe, nearly hugging yourself. Sukuna straightened up where he was seated, all four pupils locked onto you. “What’s the matter, Little One? Don’t like my true form?” 

You shook your head, not sure if the right answer was the truth or not.  Luckily for you, it was. He laughed, amused by your timidness. “Very well. But I think you’ll grow to enjoy it, and all of its offerings soon enough.” 

Not a clue what he meant by that, you stayed your position unmoving, staring back at him.

He looked you over one more time, scratching his chin. “Enough of this boring silence. Remove your robe.”

Your face went red at the commend, grip tightening further until the blood left your hands. It took only seconds to decide that the consequences of not listening would outweigh the embarrassed shyness you felt. Slowly, you pulled at the soft fabric – “Too slow.” Wind gusted past you, fabric shredding and hitting the ground, leaving you in nothing but the sleeves. You didn’t need to look down to know you were bare before him, your arms finally opening enough to let the remaining scraplets of fabric slide off of you and onto the floor. It was too reminiscent of your friend, the way he’d hit the ground in pieces. 

He reached out one of his bottom arms, grasping at your arm to tug you forward into a sitting position on his lap. Both lower limbs came to rest on your hips, holding you there. His top left hand came up to your face, stroking it gently with the back of his hand. “Beautiful, pet. I haven’t seen a human with such captivating features in a very long time.”

His free hand snaked up your side before kneading at your breast. He pinched at your nipple, tweaking the perky bud, playing with it. The urge to squirm had you attempting to move your hips, still halted by his firm grip, the rest of your body still tense.  “Hmm. You’re too stiff.” He let go of your breast, leaning back on his top hands to look at you again. “Relax.”  “I can’t.” Your bottom lip wiggled, eyebrows coming together as you looked down at the monster beneath you. You weren’t sure what you wanted more, to cry, or to wail on him after everything. But you knew better than to do either.  “You have nothing to fear from me, at least not now.” He added, releasing the grip on one half of your hips, rubbing your lower back tenderly. “Or maybe, it's not just fear.” He pulled you upwards slightly, so you were sitting more onto his stomach as he leaned back. “Regardless, you’ll be pliable soon enough.” 

Both his bottom set of limbs smoothed up your sides, kneading at your breasts, thumbs rubbing gently over your nipples. Your toes curled slightly at the sensation, hands reaching forward to brace yourself against his chest.  “That’s it.” He cooed. “Feels good, yes?” He replies, continuing to tenderly massage your chest. You nod, bringing your sight to his chest, unwilling to look him in the eyes while in such a compromising position. You were angry with yourself for reacting this way to him. You didn’t want him to garner any satisfaction, show any level or pleasure – and yet all it took was him playing with your sensitive tits to get you squirming. 

Involuntarily you moved your hips, grinding against his abs to get some relief from the aching sensation between your legs. The hard muscles were an interesting feeling, the ridge of them bumping your clit with enough force to make you hiss with pleasure. His hands gave your chest one last squeeze before pulling away. Something wet lapped at you between your legs, making you whine before jumping with confusion.  “You taste delicious.” Your head tilted to the side with confusion, before one of his hands pointed down. You followed the direction of the digit, another wet sensation against your clit made you jolt slightly before you finally saw the culprit. A mouth on his stomach, sitting squarely between his lower abs. It had no lips, but a large pink and slobbery tongue poked out, tasting at you. You watched as it licked against the entirety of your pussy, flat and slippery. It did it again, like licking ice cream. Confliction of disgust and pleasure melded together in your mind, nipples pebbling as your cunt squeezed together craving something to cling to as the muscle continued to attack your clit. The heady whine that flung from your throat made you feel pathetic, but your legs shook from the pleasure, thighs tensing around his stomach.  “Much better, Little One.” He praised, sliding you back to where you were seated directly over the mouth’s opening. “Let yourself enjoy the pleasure.” The tongue stopped its movement, drawing away from your bundle of nerves, making you whimper disappointedly. You realized why it had retracted a moment later when it was prodding at your slippery hole before diving in. The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, much longer and thicker than a human tongue, yet not as stiff as a cock. It wormed inside of you, stretching you out gently, the tip easily finding that special spot inside of you.  “A-hng!” You whined out feeling yourself cinch around the muscle that continued tasting your insides. His hands took purchase on your sides, grinding you down onto him again while his tongue fucked you. Your own hands grasping at his arms for support while he moved you effortlessly against him. Your breasts bounced with the movements, the tension between your legs threatening to snap at any moment. He could sense it before you. “Good. Good pet, cum for me.” He commanded, the tongue flattening itself inside of you against the spot that had you seeing stars. His hands moved you faster against him. Like a well trained dog, you heeded the command – white hot pleasure exploding from your core before spreading out reaching the ends of your nerves, skin tingling. 

Panting, you let go of his arms, falling backwards from the heaviness in your limbs. He caught you easily, sitting up again while he cradled you before placing you down on the bedding in front of him. There was a tent in his pants, the large indentation straining against the fabric. Your eyes stayed glued to it, half lidded as your pussy leaked spit and juices onto the blanket. 

By the size of the bulge you could tell he was big. Not surprising given he was barely human. What did make your eyes widen into saucers, was the sight of him undoing his fabric belt, freeing himself. One fat cock sprung free, the tip drooling with beads of precum already, twitching and pulsing with need. It was massive, but human-enough. Below it though, a second one emerged, equally as large and leaky as the one above it. 

You stared at them, intimidated, fearful. “Now lets see.” He stroked the top one a few times, more precum pearling at the tip before dripping off onto the bottom one. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to have fun in this form. Should I breed you with both of them at the same time?” His top most eyes narrowed as he watched your response. 

Wide eyed and afraid – exactly how he liked you.  He laughed, taking the massive cock he was stroking and smacked it against your cheek a few times, leaving a sticking trail of precum. The cooling sensation of it, as it dried in the night air made you shudder. 

That word though, breed. The thought made you bristle as if this situation couldn't get any more awful. “N-no. Please don’t. I don’t think I.. I don’t want to be bred.” Where the confidence came to speak in this situation, you’ll never know. 

He laughed again. “You don’t think? Little One, your job isn’t to think, not anymore. Not ever again. You do as you're told. Like a good pet. Now, come here.” He motioned for you to come closer. 

You didn’t move, looking up at him, a small act of defiance – or at least it was supposed to be. The reality was you were too disgusted and petrified to move. Tears were soaking your cheeks again, plopping against your knees before rolling off onto the blanket. 

He raised a brow, curious at your reaction. “Why are you crying?” “Because I–” The words stopped again, choked up in a sob. You rubbed your fists against your eyes, swiping them away. “I can’t do this. Not with you. Not after….please.”  “Not after what? If you’re going to accuse, do it with your whole chest girl.” “It’s not an accusation! You killed them! You destroyed the city!” You wailed, grabbing the blanket in your fists.

He dropped his cock to put the hand on his stomach, leaning back into a full deep bellowy laugh, clearly finding your outrage and tears hilarious. He finally calmed down, smile still stretched onto his features. His two upper hands cupped your face, the lower ones moving to drag you forward, closer to him, until your noses nearly touched. “Who made me do that?” He asked, mockingly. “Who knew the consequences of her actions, but chose to be a cowardly little mouse anyway?”  “B-but –” “No buts. You ran. They died. It’s all your fault, isn’t it?” He cooed, smoothing your tears away from your eyes.  “S-stop it.” “Stop what? Reminding you of your own misfortune? Tch. Can’t even take responsibility for your own ineptitude.” He rubbed his nose against yours, a bunny kiss. “This is exactly why you’re not made to think, Little One. Can’t handle more than a thought rattling around up there before you’re in tears. Pathetic. Cute but pathetic.” Yanking you even closer, he had you reseated on him, just above the two appendages between his legs. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll clear all the thoughts out of that head. You’ll only be able to think of me from now on, no more guilt. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?” He pat your head, not giving you the chance to reply, leaning down to lock his lips with yours. 

It was a rough kiss, messy, but softer than expected. You let out a “mmph!” into his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock prod against your hole, still slicked up from the tongue. He let go of the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting you both. His hands gripped you, sliding you down over the shaft, the stretch too much at first. As if sensing your discomfort, his abs parted again, the tongue making its way out to flick against you as you adjusted to where you were seated on him. A new gush of slick pooled out of you as your cunt clenched around him while the tongue worked your sensitive bud. It felt good, incredibly good.

“See? Just give in.” He spoke through grunts, beginning to slide you up and down his length. Each time the head of his cock would press against your inwardly sensitive spot before gliding past to kiss your cervix. The tongue below continued to circle and lick at your clit as best it could, following the motions of his hands. You were weightless to him, no harder to manipulate than a fleshlight. 

Legs trembling again, your back arched as much as would allow in this position, tensing like a bow string before that familiar tidal wave of pleasure crashed down on you. This time far more intense than before as the tongue kept lapping, his cock kept drilling. Your vision had white spots scattered about, each aftershock of pleasure made you squeal. 

Every now and then, the bottom cock would slap at your ass as he glided you back down. The overstimulation nearly hurt with pleasure, a sensation you didn’t think possible to experience. A particularly hard thrust had you whine out again, this time tongue out like a panting puppy, just trying to catch your breath. 

He adjusted your positions, this time so your back was pressed into the blanket, legs folded against you. It made the feeling of being full intense, like he was reaching into your ribcage and popping your lungs with each movement. One hand laid flat onto your stomach, splayed out as the outline of his cock disappeared and reappeared beneath it, before pressing down. The pressure was all it took to make you cum again, toes curling, arms clawing at his back to cope with the sensation. Whatever thoughts, worries, memories had been swirling in your brain were dumped out – replaced only with a comforting black numbness as you squeezed your eyes shut, snippets of Sukuna flashing in every now and then. 

A few more quick thrusts on his end had him spilling into you, hot cum warming your belly from within, spilling out of your cunt from the overflow. His movements slowed, keeping a pace that was pleasing enough to ride out his own orgasm, but not too quick to overstimulate himself. 

Tired. You were tired now, could fall asleep at any moment. He patted your cheek again to get your attention. Lazily, you turned to look at him, chest still heaving as you caught your breath. “I’m not done yet, on your belly.”  The thought of getting to blackout on pleasure again made your sore pussy ache again. You beamed him a dopey smile, giggling, before forcing yourself to roll over. You ignored the tired ache in your limbs, lifting your butt up for him.  “What a good pet.” He praised. “Learning so quickly.” Sukuna placed the second cock at your entrance, slipping it in easily. He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into your hip when you yelped. “Marked up, just for me.” He added. “My royal lap dog.”

You nodded eagerly as best you could, face squished down into the bedding.  “Bark for me.”  “Woof! Woof! Woof!” Humiliation didn’t have a spot in your fucked out blank brain.

“Good girl.” He said through a dry laugh, continuing to pound into you from behind. “Do it again.” “Woof! Woof!” 

“Like you mean it, brat.” 

You scaled up the pitch a little, bringing your ass back to meet his thrusts. “Woof!”

He rewarded your good behavior by leaning back on his legs, using all four hands to grip you firmly, rabbiting into your tight hole from behind at nearly and inhuman speed. Your front remained flopped forward, mouth open, drooling pooling against your cheek as a fourth orgasm was ripped from you.  “That’s it. That’s my good pet, taking all I have to give you.” He grunted one last time before you felt the telltale twitch of the second cock told you he was close. It throbbed inside of you again, pumping more of his seed into your spent hole. He smacked your ass lightly. “What do we say?” “Th-thank you.” You replied dumbly, leg muscles twitching as your lower half slid off of his softening cock and down onto the bed. Your eyes were too heavy now to keep open even as you fought the impending feeling of sleep pulling you down. He said something else, but you didn’t catch what it was, slightly jostled awake by the feeling of being moved. 

He’d laid you flat onto him, two arms holding you in place while a third gently stroked your hair and back. The warmth of his chest and the heavy heart beating sound were what did you in, finally letting that happy sinking feeling take over. No thoughts of anything, not even your slain friends as you curled up on him, out like a light.

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[aurawrawr]

Cremate me in your arms

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna x afab! brown reader

Too much confidence and simping has led to this second part. And I hope to do it justice. The following fic features an established relationship so to understand the dynamics and origins, find the first part here.

Minors, DNI. Word count: 4k

CW: generalized themes of death, murder and the likes, established relationship, dub-con, sex with Sukuna's true form, breast play, PIV, creampie, oral (m! receiving), mutual orgasms, worship, devotion, insecurity, jealousy, arguments, breeding kink, pregnancy, major character death, mention of sati (the ancient Hindu ritual of the very alive, and likely young, wife walking into the funeral pyre of her dead husband)

it gets really dark and angsty towards the end; i'm sorry

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is astounded by how well you take his true form. He stuffs you with one of his cocks while the other slides along your puffy lips. He holds your breasts in two hands, toying with your pebbled nipples, while the other two keep your body in place as he rams into you. He loves your fluttery kisses, the way you grab on to his beyond broad shoulders, struggle to keep your head from lolling, back arching. He has a devilish grin on his face and abs as he empties his heavy tight sacks inside you. Again and again.

Now that he has seen your face at the height of your pleasure, he wants it no other way. He doesn't need a surface anymore, he carries you around as he fucks. And you don't complain. You'll take him as he presents himself to you, human form or curse. You're his to have. But is he yours?

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who makes you look at him in front of Uraume-hime, because he knows you're insecure about them. Although, he does get a kick out of when he summons you to his chambers after locking himself in with the Oiran for hours. How needy you become. How territorial. And he pretends he didn't hear your soft pacing outside his doors only moments before, didn't see your shadow pass over the patio. They don't do anything that'd challenge your relationship with your Ryo-sama. In fact, most of the time, he makes Uraume do their books in his chambers just to see your flushed face afterward, your impatient grinding against his bulge, your willingness to take him in your mouth even though you choke every time you try.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is luminous with bliss about his playful belle. You are ticklish on your tummy and he makes avid use of that when waking you up in the mornings. His extra mouth licks around, dipping occasionally into your belly button, making you laugh and squirm.

"What is this mouth for, Ryo-sama?" You ask once, feeding it potato fritters you had made that evening.

"It's to eat you out a second time when this mouth is tired." Ryo-sama is goofy now. You're no more scared of him like you used to be.

"Ryo-sama!" You've even been given the liberty to rebuke him every now and then, and you take full advantage of it.

He laughs. "It's my mouth, Paro." He points to his face. "This mouth is my brother's. Everything about me that's remotely human is my brother. The monster is the real me."

"Brother?" You've never heard of one before.

"Yes, my love. The brother I ate in my mother's womb. You see, I was supposed to be one of twins but when they pulled me out, I was covered in blood. My mother's, of course, and that of my brother. He reincarnated when I changed, finally enacting his revenge and locking me in this unsightly form."

You drop the chopsticks from your hand, and lean into his frame to kiss his mouth, the one on his stomach. Then, rise to kiss the un-human part of his face, the skin rough to your lips but it doesn't matter to you. To you, it's an act of reverence. He closes all his eyes and you place pecks on the lids of the ones he calls monstrous. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

Ryo-sama laughs, his whole body shaking. He rests one hand on your shoulder while two others pull you down on him. "That's because, for some inexplicable reason, you're in love with me."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who whole-heartedly supports your new project. It strokes his ego when you show your excitement about your new religion with him as the God. Cult, to be completely honest. Regardless, you've painted him, the form you most wish to worship. Where you see a benevolent guardian deity, he sees a grotesque monster. Really, beauty must be in the eyes of the lover.

"What do you want from me, Paro?" He asks one day, smoking opium from his pipe, blowing it out of the open window. You are writing an essay in Hiragana for your tutor to go over later. Your handwriting has improved a lot; even Ryo-sama acknowledges so. When you look up at him questioning, he sighs. "You know, if you want to leave, I won't stop you, right? I could never bring myself to harm you."

"Why would I leave, my Lord? I want to be by your side. Do you not want me here?"

"I have used your body for my own pleasure since your first day here, demanded that you learn a language to better my experience in the bedroom. I have been miserable to you for several weeks before suddenly springing a confession and my true form upon you. Putting up with me must be exhausting. And yet, you stay. There must be something you want. Fame, protection, wealth, what is it? Tell me. I promise I won't be disappointed."

You're speechless. For as long as you've been with Sukuna-sama, this is the first time his words have hurt you. "You doubt my devotion, my Lord." Your eyes water as you try very hard to keep looking at him. But you can't, so you concentrate on the wavering shadow on the wall behind him. The tears fall anyway.

"Paro, that's not... Please don't..."

Your writing equipment clatters as you get on your feet, running out of his room. The ink spills, seeps into the silk of your sitting mat.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who would kill for you, burn the world for you, and he knows better to do it behind your back because you shouldn't have to deal with the guilt. So he crushes the heads of mortals who speak ill of you, choke to death those who plot to maim you, and put your life in danger. Uraume-hime may not be too fond of you but they're loyal to Sukuna-sama and will execute his orders with precision; they keep an eye out for you, sneer at you when you look their way but protect you nonetheless.

When Ryo-sama finds you that night, you've already been in your bath for far too long. Your skin has pruned, your eyes are red-rimmed from all the crying; your newly appointed lady-in-waiting has requested you to come out several times lest you catch a cold but you've paid her no attention. You want to catch a cold, you want to suffer. If Ryo-sama wants you to leave, then you'll go away for good.

"Kiero." He orders the woman before settling himself beside your tub. Resting his arms and chin on the edge, he looks at you but doesn't say anything. You don't either; you only sniffle and wipe your tears and snot away with the back of your hand.

"Can I get a few days' time to find a job elsewhere before I have to leave?"

"No."

Your exhales are shaky. "In the morning then, Sukuna-sama."

"Sukuna-sama? Is that how mad you are at me?" He holds your face in his hand. You want to flinch, turn away, deny him any touch but you crave for his skin too. If you are to leave in the morning, you will never have it again so you might as well let him take you one last time.

"Who am I to be mad at you? I should have known this was going to happen."

"What should you have known?"

"That you'll lose interest in me. I'm not strong, after all. I don't have Uraume-hime's curse techniques. I'm just a puny, filthy—"

He sits up, offering his lips to you but you don't give in. "I don't want you to leave." If he really doesn't have a heart, what is this tightening around his chest? What is this fear?

"But if I do leave, you won't stop me. That's how unimportant I am to you. That's how disposable."

"I lied. I won't know left from right if I lose you. I have a plan for when, and if ever, you try to leave. It's from that story you told me about your Goddess of Destruction." He smiles against your lips. "I will lie down on the ground, in front of you, like her husband did. And you can't step on or over me, so you won't leave."

"I'll turn and walk in a different direction." You know your heart is softening. You're putty in Ryo-sama's hands, under his manipulations.

"I'll stop you, Paro. I'll change positions, get up and lie down in different spots every time you turn. Can I kiss you now?" His lips are so close but you must hold your ground.

"What about when I die?" You've always known he'll outlive you, and that's the dream of every devoted lover, is it not? But there's another dream you have. You don't want to leave him completely alone when you die. You know he's too strong and doesn't really need anybody, but that doesn't mean he has to be lonely.

Sukuna-sama sits back. There's not a day when he doesn't think about this, when he doesn't shudder just from the thought of seeing your lifeless body, your once beautiful face cold and pale from having your breath snatched from your lungs. The only answer that he comes up with is to use his Reverse Jujutsu and revive you but how many times can he do that? He is stuck in an invulnerable form but you will eventually be too old and frail to want to live any longer. "Whatever you want, Paro. I can bring you back, or let you rest."

You pretend to toy with a thought while he stares at your face. You've had an idea for quite some time. Back home, you'd have had to step into the blazing funeral pyre of your dead husband. But what can you do if he's an undying God? "Fire doesn't harm you, my Lord?" You know the answer, but you still ask to confirm. He shakes his head, wondering where you're going with this. "Cremate me in your arms then, Ryo-sama. I don't want a pyre; I want to be in your arms when I die."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who comforts you, holds your shaking body with all his arms and rocks you when you cry for your mother. Unbeknownst to you, he has sent many of his people — curses and curse users alike — to the brothel in Bengal you had mentioned your mother worked at. But to no avail. He never told you this and doesn't plan to, ever, unless he actually finds your mother. You shouldn't have to know that your fears of never seeing her again might be true.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who knows no real God would ever listen to him. Still, he whispers a soft "Kami-sama" in your name every morning. He doesn't need a God to protect you but why risk it? Your new project has harbored a lot of attention, and not only the good kind. It makes him worry about your safety. He sends two of his most notorious curse-users with you every time you step out of his palace. He throws a fit every time he notices you're dressing for grocery shopping or to go oversee the building of his shrine. He can always send someone else, why do you need to go?

He impatiently paces the yard when you're on one of your trips until he hears the slow drag of the heavy front door, and your cheerful chattering with the guards. How you maintain your optimism and enthusiasm even while living with the epitome of negativity is beyond him. He needs you for this, to clear the smoke of his desolation, the stillness of his immortality.

"Ryo-sama." You walk up to him. "There was good cow meat in the market. What kind of curry would you like, my Lord?"

"You don't have to cook cow for me, my love. Aren't they your God's pets?"

"Yes, my Lord, but for you—"

"It's decided then. We won't consume cows in this household anymore."

You smile wryly. "After I die then."

You have been speaking of your death every so often, to the point where Sukuna-sama has had to summon the medic that he calls a quack several times over a month to evaluate your physical health. And every time, the charlatan has informed him that you're perfectly healthy. So he's decided that every time you say something about dying, he will medicate you in his own way.

He seizes your wrist and pulls you to his bedchamber. He strips you down to your breast band and loincloth. He transforms because he knows you enjoy having him touch you with so many arms that it feels like he's consuming you. But then you say something that makes him stop in his tracks. "Is there something wrong with me, Ryo-sama?"

"Did somebody say something to you?" His voice goes cold. You shake your head but refuse to meet his eyes. "Tell me the bastard's name and I'll send them a nice present."

"It's nobody, my Lord. Just me."

"What's wrong?" He tilts your face upward. He sounds demanding.

"It's... It's been over a year since... since you've first been with me, my Lord. And yet..." Your voice quivers, tears starting to gather on the cusp of your eyelid. "And yet, every month... on the night of the waxing gibbous, I bleed. Why can't I give you a child? What's wrong with me?"

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is bothered by nothing. He's squashed many an eyesore under his thumb. Nothing gives him the ick, except for the water pooling in your eyes. This is the second time he's made you cry and he hates himself for it. For, it's not you who's wrong, inadequate, unfit to have a child. It's him. He's been so afraid of harming you with his cursed essence, he's been manipulating it so as to not impregnate you with a cursed womb.

"We're different, my dear." He tries again. "It's not that there's something wrong with you. It's our union that won't bear a healthy child."

Your heart breaks. Even though you try to hide it, Sukuna-sama sees it on your face. "I see, my Lord. I guess I was worrying for nothing." You put a smile on your face but it doesn't stay. With every passing day, you grow sadder. He notices it in your destitute of smiles, your limp enthusiasm in his arms, your shaky silhouette after he puts you to sleep.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who never, not even during his human life, wanted for a family, but your words have moved him. For a few years of his eternity, he can see himself being a loving father, and a doting husband. So this time, he approaches you.

"Paro." He pulls you to him one night as you two are resting after dinner. You have been fixated on making an army of origami swans but when he seeks your attention, you give it to him easily. You drop your half-folded swan and he springs the question on you. "Will you be my bride?"

You say, yes, because there's no reason to lie.

The ceremony is chaste. You follow rituals of both your cultures. When flakes of his sindoor fall on your nose, you smile. He already loves you; you don't need more proof.

His chambers have been extended to accommodate you and when you get to your bedroom, you notice the flower petals on the sheets, just like you had once told him happens back home. Sukuna-sama takes you by the hand and makes you sit on the bed. He kneels in front of you, like he had the first time he had shown you his reality. By the warmth on his usually hardened face, it's clear he has something to tell you. "Paro," he whispers, "do you still want to have my child?" Again, there's no reason to lie. "It might hurt you, my love."

"I can take it, Ryo-sama." You take his hand. "I... I've seen women in the throes of labor. I can endure that."

"It won't be the labor of a human birth, my love. Or have you forgotten who your Ryo-sama is? It's true that the heart I don't have in me is compensated by the kindness of your spirit but our child will be a monster at its very core."

"You and I will raise them right, my Lord."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who has never been soft in bed but for you and for the child you wish to bear, he is willing to change his ways. He envelopes you with kisses, keeps your hips lifted with a pillow beneath your rear. He whispers your name and you whisper his. You touch his arms, his strong, protective arms, his chest, the heart behind it that only you've seen, his waist thrusting into you so lovingly. "Harder, Ryo-sama." You're aching for him, for the warmth of his seed. "Harder, please." He increases his pace, buries his face in your neck, groans as he releases inside you. He has done this before, every time, but this feels different, it feels fruitful.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who expects himself to keep his calm always. But when you tell him you haven't bled in two moons, he is beside himself with joy. He picks you up in his arms and twirls you, wants to run out and tell the whole world what a miracle you are. But he knows nobody would rejoice in the news of him furthering his lineage. Only you. And that's enough for him.

As the months pass and you grow heavier, his happiness only increases. He makes everything perfect for you, caters to your every need and want. He tends to the ache in your back, relieves the soreness in your breasts, even massages your feet. But he notices changes in your mien. You spend longer outside of home. He knows you're in the new temple but what you do behind the closed doors of the shrine, nobody can tell him. Not even the guards he sends with you. When he asks you, you only shrug and tell him that you've been praying. He knows you have an idol of your God situated in the same chambers as the idol of him and there's also a priest you’ve met recently, so he doesn’t question it anymore.

But when you decide to walk out the night you’re supposed to deliver, he panics. “Where are you going?” He calls out as you’re about to step out of your room. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go into the labor room? I’ve arranged for midwives from your home, priests to handle any rituals you want to partake in and yet… It feels as if you have other plans.”

“I’m only going to pray, Ryo-sama.” You drape a robe over your bump.

“Pray here. I’ll send Uraume to get your God.”

“No.” You lose your usual softness. “I’ll only be gone for an hour or so.”

“And what if your liquor breaks in that one hour?”

“The priest will help me.”

“The priest you don’t allow anyone to meet?” He is losing his calm too. 

“I’ve told you the reason, haven’t I? It'll be futile meeting the priest who's supposed to carry out rituals in your name.”

He is exasperated. He shouldn’t have let you have this much power over him. “At least let me come with you. I’ll wait outside.”

“That doesn’t look good for the King of Curses, my Lord.”

“Who’s going to tell me that?”

“I will. The mother of your child. Please, my Lord, I beg of you. I know the labor will be easier if I just spend some time with my God alone.”

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who knew love is worthless. Then why did he ever let himself love you? Why did he give in to your wishes? Why did he not force your hand when you acted against his orders? Why did he let you be the only human who could make him kneel?

When the hour is up and you’ve not returned, he storms out of his palace, trident in hand. If he has to threaten you for you to come back to him, he will. But he doesn’t get the chance to. When he reaches the steps of the shrine, the dread in his chest rises to his ears, ringing like bells of a temple in the storm. The establishment is in ruins, the guards who were with you had been slashed through their necks so brutally, their heads had tossed away from the rest of their bodies. He rushes up the stairs, trips. His weapon falls from his hand when he looks inside. The walls have been painted with blood. He can tell it’s your blood from the scent. A terror-stricken groan rises from his throat. His chest is even more hollow now. 

“Paro.” He finds your mangled body up against the wall furthest from the door and scoops you up in his arms. “Paro. My love. My heart. My miracle.” He cries out. Long gone is the King of Curses; these are the desperate howls of a grieving husband. “Who… who did this?”

There’s some life left in you. And even if there isn’t, he is more than willing to bring you back. Not only because you must live, but also because they who did this to you, must die. And he will do it, he will go to the ends of this world and the next, and find the lowlife who dared to touch his Paro, the love of his immortality, his Queen of Blessings.

He touches your chest to revive you but you seize his wrist. “Ryo-sama.” You gurgle up through the seas of blood in your throat. He leans into you to let you touch his face, rub away his tears like you have removed the darkness from his soul. You manage a smile at the end of your breath. “You were right, Ryo-sama. I birthed a monster. But... he's still... my son.”

“Who did this to you? The brat?”

You slowly shake your head. “I was… so blind, so foolish. The… the priest. He was… after our son. Promise me… Ryo-sama. You will avenge… me. You… will… protect our son… for me.”

“Avenge you, I will. But right now, I’m bringing you back.”

“No.” You cough up, splattering blood across his face. “I’m… your weakness.”

“No, no–” You shush him with a hand over his lips.

“I am… your weakness. I am your disease. Let me go… and become what you must. For Yuji.”

“Yuji?”

“Our… son. Find him… please… and protect him. Make him… a little human. The priest…” You cough again, clutching the robe at your empty womb. “He had… stitches… across his forehead.”

Sukuna-sama knew him, the curse with stitches on his forehead. He will find him and kill him, even if it takes him a thousand years.

“You… promised me… one more thing… Ryo-sama.”

His eyes water at your request, the bloody smile on your lips he knows will haunt him for all of eternity. Love is worthless but you are not. You’ve taught him hope, you’ve shown him kindness, the selfless love that he knew was not for him to have. You’ve proved to him that to love and be loved is to change. “Must I?” He asks and you nod. He loses to you. Once again. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you before I knew you, and I will love you after you’re gone. I will find you if you’re ever reborn but I will pray to any God that listens to me that they don’t send you here again. This world doesn’t deserve you. And I will punish them for it. Sleep well, my love.” He kisses your forehead.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna, feared by all, respected by some but loved by one. His atrocities are well-known, written and spoken about through ages. Even years later, people remember the villages he burned that night, the blaze crimson red like the petals of spider-lilies, the screams of the people louder than the crackling of the fire. He did that out of mindless rage, everyone says. They are wrong. He did that out of love.

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[hyperfixationsporfavor]

True Form Sukuna/Reader: A Moment in Time (Part 1- The Sorcerer's Demise)

Author’s Note: Hey guys. This is the first part of the series A Moment in Time. This is a Sukuna/Reader. I’ve been wanting to write a Sukuna fic for a while but I was having difficulty approaching it. Is Sukuna loving? Is he not? I think I’d like to just spitball with some ideas and see where we go from here. Any type of feedback is always appreciated. Please enjoy!

Warnings: nudity, jjk manga spoilers (ch 219), blood, murder, sukuna being a menace, minors dni

Part 2

You found yourself on a bed of furs, a bed that wasn’t your own, surrounded by darkness. Not a stitch of clothing on you, your naked body on full display. You were alone but you felt as if someone was watching you. A thought that created a warm tightening feeling in the core of your stomach. 

Suddenly a hand shot out from the darkness, attached to a looming figure you couldn’t make out. Against your better judgment you reached out to the figure, your fingertips almost brushing their palm.

~

“(Name)?” a voice called out. 

Who are you?  

You opened your eyes to find a servant boy standing over you with a troubled expression on his face. 

So it was merely a dream. 

Clearly now that you were back in your cramped room. 

You would have happily traded a bed of furs for the small cot you resided in at night. 

“Yes?” you groggily murmured.

“I apologize but the palace ladies have instructed me to prepare Yorozu for the Harvest Ritual.”

Yorozu was a new inhabitant from the countryside who had wormed her way into the palace with her finesse in Jujutsu Sorcery. 

At first you couldn’t help but admire her, a woman making her own way in the world. However your admiration quickly waned when you and the rest of the household staff came to discover her abuses extended beyond curses and the egos of powerful men. Hence, why the young boy trembled before you. 

You sighed and forced yourself to get up.

“Alright, just let me get ready and we’ll go together.”

~

The servant boy walked shakily behind you as you made your way down the hall to Yorozu’s room. Other people rushed past you, hurrying to complete preparations for the festival. 

“Have you heard?” the servant boy whispered. “Ryomen Sukuna is coming.”

You had heard, which explained the urgency. 

While you had never seen the curse in person you had heard tales of a beast with four arms and two faces who ravaged countless villages and plundered the lives of men, women, and children indiscriminately. 

A monster that dined on human flesh. 

You pictured a beast that had blood gushing from his lips, bones crunching between his teeth. 

“Do you think he really has a mouth on his stomach?” the servant boy speculated.

“Don’t speak of such things,” you warned. “We’ll invoke his wrath.”

~

When you arrived to Yorozu’s room you found her lounging on her bed with the entitlement of the finest aristocrat. 

The act proved unconvincing given the sorcerer from Aizu sat atop of her throne completely nude, a state she preferred to remain in. Fine in the comfort of her own room, but not so much in the open courtyard where she’d proudly display herself for all to see. 

“Lady Yorozu,” you addressed her. “We’ve come to help you prepare for the harvest festival. Shall I lay out your clothes?”

She stared blankly at you and returned to munching on the berries she had stolen from the kitchen. 

It took everything in you to not lose your temper, but no one in the palace ever challenged Yorozu, everyone knew the results would be fatal. 

The young servant boy got on his knees and bowed. 

“Lady Yorozu. Please put something on. If you don't, the palace ladies will discipline me again.”

Yorozu scoffed and dismissed his concerns with a wave. “You should be used to that type of thing by now.”

Your irritation only grew at the dismissal of the boy's tears. 

“Lady Yorozu-”

Although,” she interrupted. “I’m sure the snacks will be plentiful.”

Before either of you could stop her Yorozu pulled a thin robe over her bare shoulder, not even bothering to tie it, and waltzed past the both of you. 

~

The servant boy turned to chase after her in a panic and begged her to come back. You placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him to face you. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll get her back before she can cause a scene. Go get her clothes ready.”

The boy did as you were told and you hurried down the hall to catch up to the unruly sorcerer. 

~

“Lady Yorozu,” you called out. “The success of this festival is vital to the safety of the capitol. We have a highly respected guest coming.”

She turned to face you, her nose wrinkled in disgust. “Why is some lowly maid talking down to me?”

You held your tongue, knowing the threat she was when provoked. “I just think it’s necessary to tread with caution today.”

She scoffed and turned away. “And what am I? A joke in comparison to this imposing figure? I could kill all of you before this so-called King even lifted a finger.”

She continued down the hall and turned the corner. Suddenly, she just stopped. 

“Lady Yorozu?”

You closed the gap between the both of you and followed her gaze. 

The courtyard had been prepared with a newly installed wooden stage for the guest of honor. 

And there, sitting beside a white haired attendant, was Ryomen Sukuna. You could hardly believe it, but the rumors were true. A man with two faces and four arms laid ahead of you. 

He was massive, looming over the humans below him like a bear inspecting a colony of rabbits. 

When you finally managed to regain yourself you shakily placed a hand on Yorozu’s shoulder. 

“Let’s go back to your room,” you nervously requested. 

Instead of listening to you Yorozu did the complete unexpected and lunged over the banister on the walkway. 

Yorozu raced towards Sukuna with great urgency. 

You wanted to run after her, but your feet felt rooted to the floor. 

Was she going to challenge him? Attempt to exorcize him?

Yes, Yorozu was a capable sorcerer, but there was something about Sukuna. 

A feeling of dread crept up in the back of your throat as your ears started to ring. 

Your shock grew when she wrapped her arms around Sukuna’s neck, pressing her lips against his forehead. The courtyard went silent, no one dared to move. 

“Don’t worry. I’m here,” she cooed.

The white haired attendant looked at Yorozu with a mixture of disbelief and repulsion.

Sukuna, on the other hand, didn’t even bother to push her away. He just stared off into the distance, his thoughts a million miles away. 

“You aren’t alone,” she mindlessly continued. 

The attendant waved their hand and sent Yorozu flying back towards the gravel beneath the stage. 

“Back off,” they warned. 

Yorozu just laughed at their scolding. “Why don’t you back off and I’ll take your place?”

She stood up and pointed at them, playfully countering their threats. “And I’ll be able to take away his pain and loneliness. The man I love.”

A fine line was cut in Yorozu’s torso, a wound that began to ooze blood. 

The crowd gasped when she suddenly collapsed. 

“Yorozu!”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know! She was a woman possessed!”

“Get a doctor!”

“It’s too late for that.”

“You’re right. She’s dead.”

You peeled your gaze away from the crowd forming around Yorozu’s corpse.

When you looked up your breath hitched. 

Staring directly at you was none other than the man Yorozu had just proclaimed her devotion to. 

Sukuna looked at you with an unreadable expression. 

You wanted to look away, but you were paralyzed by his gaze. 

One of the palace ladies stormed up to you, enraged with your incompetence. 

“Don’t just stand there you fool! Go get some men to carry the body away!”

You forced yourself to nod. “Yes ma’am.”

“Quickly! Before he decides to finish us all off!”

You raced back inside the palace and prayed her words wouldn’t prove to be true. 

~

The End. 

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #true form sukuna #jjk x reader #ao3 fanfic

[nanaminokanojo]

Okay, so yes, SPOILERS ⚠️ to those who haven't gone through the pain of 236 to 238 and the rest of Shibuya arc.

Lol I read the latest chapters of JJK and... 😭

Okay, I kinda understand why and how now, and I felt this sense of relief that it wasn't just because of some mundane reason like being too distracted of other factors while pulling off that last Hollow Purple or some hackneyed reason that doesn't make sense. So, I guess, thanks, in a way, Akutami Gege

It took a technique that damages the world itself to put the strongest to sleep. It took a damaging blow to a whole realm of existence to do that. At the end of day, Gojo Satoru was just one of the beings inside that universe, and if the latter can be damaged like that, then it makes sense. He's still the strongest. And I sorta agree with Nanami about it being a fitting end for one Gojo Satoru.

The minimum requirement to kill the honored one between heaven and earth is not such a trifling matter after all. And that puts me at ease...somehow.

Doesn't hurt less, but relieving in a manner of speaking.

I kinda hate how Gojo has to be the one to take that first unexpected blow, but at the same time, it made everyone else aware of the technique – enough for Kashimo to avoid it 😩 So he's still saving lives in a way.

But like...😭😭😭😭 I'm proud of you, Gojo. 😢👏👏👏

Anyway, apart from that, big question: what happens to Megumi? Sukuna already assumed his true form but what does that entail for Megumi? Where is our boy???

Lol I so forgot that he had a mouth on his stomach where his abs should be. 😂🤣

Aaaaaaand, idk what this relationship is but Kashimo called Sukuna "beautiful" like... 😳 What is this BL shit??? Jk unless... 👀 But bruh, he looked better as Yuuji now that I look back. Hahahaha

Anyway, fulfilling to see Yuuji jumping into action now. 😌👌

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen chapter 236 #jujutsu kaisen chapter 237 #jujutsu kaisen chapter 238 #huhu bring back gojo #gojo #sukuna #itadori #gojo satoru #itadori yuuji #itadori yuji #fushiguro #fushiguro megumi

[cherryxblossxms]

sending this ask on here cause it is n.sfw, but YES HIS HANDS aslkdflsk true form sukuna just makes me think of filth 😩 he'll let you ride his stomach while keeping both palms on your kiddies for the added stimulation alskdfjslkdfj

Omg Sukuna definitely is the definition of filth, and he's always managing to talk you into trying the dirtiest things at least once 🥴 he's probably the reason you discover new kinks that you'd never think of otherwise akskksks

And omg the hand-mouth on the tits while riding him YES. He would make me worse but I'd be OK with that

#˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱

[fshigro]

i'm such a different person on twitter i don't even know what it is

#i genuinely think i get possessed when i'm on there #just a moment ago i was talking about the gender envy i experience when looking at sukuna #and i mean sukuna sukuna not sukuna in yuuji's body sukuna #yes sukuna's true form sukuna with a mouth on his stomach #anyway #someone turn me off #k.txt

[wri0thesley]

sukuna choking you on both of his cocks whilst he laughs at your teary eyes and drooling face, telling you to do a good job or you’ll find out how much worse punishments can be with four hands for spanking, threat dripping from his voice though his tone is light as he reminds you to ‘behave yourself, pet’—

#horn knee for true form sukuna #thinking about how he has that mouth on his stomach #thinking about how he could eat you out and degrade you at the same time #thinking about the threat of him growing bored with you dangled over your head so you’re always so desperate #and eager to please because the alternative is so terrifying— #being a human sacrifice he decides to keep as a well-trained little pet... #not sfw text #jjk posting #yes I’m going to sleep now #dub con for ts in the tags

[thicksimpx]

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader (JJK)

He’s so fucking hot in his true form 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Warnings: mature content, mature language, monster/demon fucking? , choking, rough penetration, toe sucking , gagging

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"Woman!" He shouted.

"What?!" You shout back waiting for him to walk into the room he had you locked in.

"Are you not afraid of me!?"

"No" you squint at him, "why should I be?" You asked crossing your arms.

He smirked and starts to transform, two additional eyes appear along with two extra arms. He holds them out stretched wide in front of you. "How about now?"

"No.. not even a little bit"  you plainly stare at him. "If anything .. I think you're hot" you coo hoping it'll get him to let you out.

"Are you serious?" The mouth on his stomach says sounding slightly defeated.

"Ohh, I didn't know you had that" you say seductively. "I could do a lot with that. Where else do you have a tongue hot stuff?" You ask winking at him.

"My hands," he says showing you. "But that's besides the point, know your place! Your my hostage so act like one"

"But I willingly came with you daddy" you pout.

"I'm about to take you back and get someone else, you're insane" he growls

"No, daddy pl- I mean uh" you start to stutter over your words and become embarassed turning your back to him.

"What was that human?"

"N-nothing" you mumble.

"Because to me" he says suddenly appearing in front of you. "It sounded like you called me daddy" he smiles showing all of his teeth crawling over you caging you to the floor. Not letting him intimidate you, you cross your arms and look away.

"What? You're scared now?" He chuckles.

"No, I'm actually turned on" you say confidently.

"Is that so?" He ask opening your legs and dragging your body down so your hips meet his. "Don't tell me you got kidnapped on purpose so I can fuck you" he says lowly into your ear. "Did you?"

"If I say yes, will you fuck me?" You ask trying to stare into his eyes but not knowing with pair to look at.

"Beg!" He growls slamming your body to the floor with one hand around your neck.

"Oh please Mr Sukuna, king of curses . Will You please fuck me? Right here ? On this floor?" You beg in a moaning manner biting your lip looking straight up at him.

"Well, if your begging like that how could I say now?" He smiles using one hand to run his fingers through his hair. I done stroked his fucking ego. You roll you eyes at him. He lets go of your neck and shrugs off his robe. You watch drooling at his abs and the thickness of his dick thighs. I thought he would have two dicks.. too bad.

"Strip or I'm ripping your clothes" he says gruffly. Immediately you nod slipping your dress over your head revealing your nude body.

"No, panties?" He ask tilting his head to the side licking his lips.

"Nope, I heard you were coming today" you wink at him making him laugh.

"You're the most deranged human I've ever met"

"Thank you" you smile warmly. "Now fuck me Mr King of curses ". Taken back by the demand he roughing slams you back down to the floor by your throat with his hand gripping tighter than it was the first time.

"You don't demand shit here, understand?" He whispers in your ear biting the lobe drawing blood. You whimper nodding completely aroused and squirming in his hold.

"Good" he grins lifting one of your legs up to his shoulder and pushing the other out spreading you as wide as he can. He licks his lips at the sight of your cunt glistening and lightly scrapes his nails along your lips before pinching your clit making you yelp and arch off the floor.

You felt the tip of his dick sliding up and down your cunt teasing your clit, you moaned softly at sensation, surprised at how gentle he was being.

His grip on your neck tightened as he lined his self with your hole and completely thrusted into you in one powerful thrust. The impact so strong and burning so good years prickled the corners of your eyes as a soundness moan was ripped from your throat.

“Don’t cry now, you said you want me to fuck you right?” He laughs menacingly. You nod in agreement.

Loosening his grip on your neck he slowly pulls out halfway and snaps his hips forward into your roughly making you body slid across the floor a bit. Wrapping a arm around the leg on your shoulder he uses two arms to grab your hips and pull you back down to him making sure not an inch of his dick was peaking out of you.

Keeping that grip on you- he began to quickly pounded into you throwing all his weight into each thrust. “Ahh. Su-sukuna- fuck” you moan with you eyes rolled back.

“Shut up” he says through gritted teeth as he sticks two of his fingers in your mouth. You shuttered at the feeling of hanging his hands everywhere at the same time.

Leaning into you he pulls you down into his thrust groaning at how tight your clamping down on him. “Don’t you dare cum into I say so human” he spat fucking into you harder. Your moans being ignored over squelching sounds from your cunt. “Fuck, I might have to keep you here forever” he moans loosing his composure.

“Yes , yes keep me- fuck” you whine muttered by his fingers which he pushes further into your mouth making you gag around them.

“Mmm that sound” he says letting go of your neck and hips straightening up “music to my ears” he places his palm over you clit and the mouth on his hand starts to nibble at your clit lightly switching between sucking and licking. His fingers start to fuck into your mouth as he bends the legs that was on his shoulder and places your toes in his mouth swirling his tongue around them.

You couldn’t take it anymore. So many different feelings and sensation flowing through your body. Biting down on his fingers he hissed and bites your toes making you gasp out in pain as you cunt twitches and you cum.

“I told you not to cum!” The mouth on his stomach says in anger as he continues to thrust and swirl his tongue around and between your toes. The mouth in his hand was pressing soft kisses to you clit sending you into over stimulation.

“Pl-please Ryomen ,I’m sorry” you cry around his fingers

“I don’t think you are” he grins sticking his fingers as far as he could feeling your cunt and boy trembling as you gag around them. “You like this don’t you” he says in between harsh thrust.

All you can do is nod as he puts you foot down and grabs your hips again. Roughly he lifts you up with only your shoulders on the floor and starts to ram into you at a almost inhumane pace. You feel as though your body is going to exploded. Your juices dripping down your cunt onto his thighs as you’re full blown crying and moaning around his fingers muttering muffled “yes’s” as you cum for the second time.

“Oh fuck, that’s what I’m taking about” he moans as he give you one last harsh thrust, hitting your cervix so hard your body folds inward at the pain, and pulls out cumming on your stomach.

The amount of cum he let out is more than the average human male. I’m your dazed state you wonder how long it’s been since he’s actually had sex. Dropping your body down on the floor you grown at the impact and watch him grab his robe to redress.

"Ahh that was great" you stretch "I went to stay here forever if your going to fuck me like that"

"No" he says throwing you nudes body over his shoulder "I'm taking you back I need another hostage, you enjoy being here."

"Awe, can I Atleast come back to visit sometimes?"

“No” he says smacking your ass but you miss the smirk on his face.

———-

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Eminence | Ryōmen Sukuna

CHAPTER ONE

warnings this chapter: strong language, degrading, SLIGHTLY DARK, Sukuna’s true form, how do i explain this?… crazy monster oral sex(?) (m.receiving)

summary: As a succubus, it’s your job to appear to him. “Rewarding” him for his service as the ‘King Of Curses’, Sukuna eventually makes you the Queen of Curses as a return.

NOTE: hopinggg hoping and hoping you all like this 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*))) (btw i’m currently rusty when writing smut scenes, hope you enjoy anyway :D)

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“Are you prepared?”

You were currently seated on the gray hard floor of your parents domain, which included you, your siblings, and of course.. your parents.

Your twelve siblings and parents were all seated in a circle around you, and you sat in the center of the circle, the image like a cult.

Despite the fact that is a part of it.

You grew up in a world populated by part succubus and incubus humans. An Succubus is a demon who enters men's dreams and engages in sexual activity in order to achieve power in this world. Women's succubus is the same as Men's Incubus, besides the man has sexual relations with a Women.

Of course, you didn't begin working as one as soon as you emerged from the womb; you began when you were old enough. Despite the fact that you seen people exposed to a wide range of experiences as they got older, along with your siblings.

Thank goodness you were born to the proper parents who knew how to wait for the perfect moment.

Anyway, you were the youngest of twelve siblings, with six boys and six girls, and you were the chosen one. and hopefully the last because you can't stand being around any more; twelve is plenty.

The chosen one, for Ryōmen Sukuna.

| years ago |

One crimson and one brown eye looked down at you as your mother held you in both arms. Her particular sight was known as the crimson eye, and it allowed her to easily discern how powerful or powerless one of her children was. She had a unique talent that she adored.

As she held you in her kimono, the one with the large sleeves that felt like blankets for your 2 month old body, you felt nothing but warmth and comfort.

Your gigantic father stood behind your equally tall mother, extending his long slender finger towards your tiny hands to grip it, which you did almost instantly while attempting to put it in your mouth, mistaking it for a strangely formed binky.

"Did you get a sense of it yet?" When your father spoke, he was alluding to your power, and how powerful you might have been.

Not looking at him, your mother hummed in response to what he asked, distracted by the fact that you were so valuable.

"Of course, how powerful she is, or do we have to produce another?" he inquired, his voice tense.

Of course, your father loved you and all of your siblings; he was just tired of the effort of caring for another child; he was exhausted after the fourth. Raising children is a lot of effort, so dad was hoping you'd be the last one, being the thirteenth.

“yes.” your mother begins, her gaze still attached to you.

"I could sense that she is the most powerful among her siblings," she pauses for a few seconds, letting the words sink in. "When she gets older, I'll be able to know exactly what that power is." She added that she was now getting butterflies in her stomach over the prospect of discovering the rest of you, just as she had been with the rest of your siblings.

Both of your parents couldn’t help but to smile, “For Ryōmen, she’ll be perfect.” They both thought.

however, she was referring to the future, when you are an adult.

Many parents over the world have attempted and failed to turn their children into the 'Queen' or 'King of Curses,' while having no idea what sexuality Ryōmen possesses. But it never quite worked out.

Why?

They desired the honor and respect that came with being King or Queen, as well as the other benefits that came with it.

Your parents appeared after the Incubus and Succubus communities had given up hope and given up trying. They were so sure they'd have the right child.

Which they were eventually correct about.

_

So, let's fast forward, are you prepared?

You've been told your whole life that you're the 'chosen one,' and now the time has finally arrived.

At least, that's what you believe.

There may be a slim chance Ryōmen Sukuna will agree to you being his Queen to his King.

Maybe Sukuna merely thought of Succubus and Incubus individuals as pests who didn't know how to say no.

So, how prepared are you?

You believe you are prepared enough, despite the fact that you, like your female siblings, have no prior experience with being a Succubus towards Sukuna.

Because not everyone in this world is an Incubus or Succubus creature seeking to appease Sukuna and ascend to the position of Queen or King. Because you're all of that breed, you're naturally drawn to becoming more strong. Regular people are the easiest to obtain power from. You guys are required to go to the human world and consume their sperm to get more strength, sometimes while they're sleeping, sometimes when they're not.

However, you are a 'virgin succubus,' as they term you in this dimension.

Because you are a new adult and your siblings have been adults for a long time, they have more experience than you.

“Think of this as rewarding him for his services.” Your sister, Mirai, says to you, "You're a powerful woman, don't be frightened." She's always been one of your most biggest supporters.

You were still surrounded by your brothers, sisters and parents, as they they all agreed. Despite the fact that around four of your siblings were worried about you deep down.

You noticed this, reading people is your speciality. Some stared at you with joy, knowing they were going to have a little sister who would become Queen, while others gazed at you worriedly, certain that he would hurt you and eventually kick you out like everyone else.

"It's now time for you to leave." Your father spoke with a proud expression on his face as he glanced down at you.

When he says those words, your anxiety soar, and you remain silent as they all offer you words of support as they send you out.

You close your eyes and tell yourself in your mind again and over that you are in Ryōmen Sukuna's Domain, which only the most powerful people may enter.

You started shifting into his domain as you were already experiencing sensations like shaking, numbness, and perspiration.

Everyone watched as your body began to fade; they would miss you even if you were only gone for a few minutes. As they watch their little sister/youngest daughter grow up and leave to become an adult, tears well up in their eyes. If you were gone for hours, they’ll know you succeeded and would celebrate. If you failed you would quickly come back, but they’d still celebrate for you even being powerful enough to in his domain anyway.

It amazes them how quickly time passes.

_

You've made it.

And it was surreal, in your automatically opened eyes, that you had ended yourself in the same dimension that everyone in the bus's world had been talking about for your whole existence.

You took a glance around the domain with your eyes and noticed how ethereal everything appeared to be.

There wasn't a wealth of details, but it was enough to make you fall in love with the site.

The black sky was coated in red fog, and the floor you were standing on was full of gorgeous, clear, blue water that only reached your toes.

"Wow," you say quietly to yourself as you peer down at the water that is partially covering your feet.

You were so hypnotized by what you saw around you that you almost forgot why you were there, which was a problem.

Looking down at your feet, you noticed another pair of feet, this time with shoes.

Your eyes widened, and as you raise your head, you're greeted with a hand snatching you by the neck in a semi-tight grip. As you came face to face with the himself King, your feet slowly began to lift off the ground filled with water.

Ryōmen Sukuna.

“What is this?”

his tone of voice It's heavy and daunting, and it rocked you to your core. Something else that shocked you to your core is that you didn't expect to be greeted in this manner, yet it didn't surprise you.

You kept your hands to the sides of your body, avoiding contact with him, which was a wise decision. to figuring out if he'd kill you or not.

He observed you were straining to breathe and gasping for air, and instead of sending you back to where you came from, he dropped you back onto the water-filled ground because he desired answers first.

For a few seconds, you sat on your bottom which you have now felt water on, eyes closed, neck held by your hand, drawing in all the air you needed back into your lungs.

You raise your eyes to him, taking in all of his features; he stood tall and looked precisely like the monster you had learned about.

On his head, he has four arms and four eyes, smaller shaped eyes that were below his normal shaped ones. With tattoos/lines on his forehead, nose, cheeks, upper body, and abdomen, he also has spiked hair that is pink, and slightly pushed forward.

You couldn't just tell him you're a succubus who wants his semen to increase your power, not that you'd have the courage to do so anyway.

So you realized you had to find something to explain quickly before he became infuriated and sends you back.

He glanced down at you with a scowl on his face, as if he was waiting for an answer. You raise your eyes to him, a little air of astonishment on your face.

You pondered why you hadn't come up with an excuse before leaving, perhaps because you were so intent on getting here in the first place.

Sukuna, on the other hand, could sense your power and was currently blinded by it; you had to be the most powerful woman who had ever been through his territory. Nonetheless, it piqued his interest. He was still curious as to why you would enter his domain.

"What is your human power?" "Are you a human?" He asked, his glance remaining fixated on yours.

When asked about the second question, you shook your head no, indicating that you are only half human, with the other half being half demon.

He didn't appreciate the fact that instead of speaking to the King of all people, you just shook your head at him.

"I need words, brat," he declares aggressively.

you say, clearing your throat, "No, King Sukuna, I am half demon," Your voice was as smooth as honey, and you made a point of neither stuttering or slurring while speaking to him; after all, he is the king.

he raised an eyebrow, "For only being half, you're quite powerful; what is your cursed energy?"

cursed energy?

You didn't recognize those words but didn't want to ask him since you tried to please him by appearing intelligent.

"Sir, may I stand?" You inquire politely, not wanting to appear foolish by explaining things while seated in water.

He rolls his eyes before reaching out with one of his arms and offering you one of his hands, which was an unusual but thoughtful gesture for him.

You didn't hesitate to take it, softly slipping your hands into his large ones.

He yanked you up hard enough that you stood, but almost fell forward, you stopped yourself from doing so with your own feet.

You continue to look up at the massive four-armed, yet attractive creature as he pulls his hand from yours.

"My power is called mind-vision," you explain to him, "and whatever enemy I run into, I have the capacity to take over their mind and do all kinds of things with it." "Read it, control it, and yet the most important thing is to put them in a dream-like state."

you tilt your head before asking, "May I elaborate?"

He already nods with interest, and you nod as well before continuing.

"I use the dream-like trance stored procedures in the enemies mind for me to dig up any vulnerabilities, flaws, or things they are frightened of in order to kill them."

Because you've never utilized your power before, you just know its description. You have a lot of potential, but you don't have the strength to unleash it on someone, as everyone knows.

Only those with the particular ability to sense how powerful you are are aware of your full potential.

The king was drawn to you not just because you're one of the most powerful woman he's ever encountered, but also because you'd allow him to increase the number of minions on his team to carry out his orders.

He caresses one of his fingers beneath his chin as he mulls over what to do with you, his long nails scratching it slightly.

You stood there, slightly swaying your upper body from side to side, nervously anticipating what he was thinking and saying next.

He says, "Let me see it," before walking back to his shrine, which causes you to fully freeze, not only because of his words, but because you didn't realize the shrine at first.

His shrine appears to have been desecrated in order to house a demon such as King Sukuna himself. The shrine is surrounded by bull-shaped skulls and has horns on the roof, skulls hanging at each of the corners, mouths coming out of each side.

"I'm sorry, my king, but I'm afraid I won't be able to show you!" You yell a little louder now that he's a few feet ahead of you.

He makes a tiny turn of his head, his gaze returning to you while looking back.

You just keep standing there.

"And why is that?" he inquires, his voice low but severe this time.

"You see..." you begin by taking a few steps forward from where you were, somewhat behind him. which you should have requested first. He, on the other hand, was unconcerned.

"I can't exhibit my full power right now because I need to build up my strength first," you explain humbly.

"Go get your strength back first, then come back to me," he says as he turns his head back forward. As he regained his ability to walk.

You sigh before adding, "I need your semen, King Sukuna," you say bluntly but also very politely. No longer fearful of his reaction that you’re a Succubus.

_

“So you’re another bratty ass Succubus eh? Tch. Should’ve fucking knew.”

He glared aggressively at you with his crimson red eyes. You were currently seated in front of his knees on your legs.

He thought he has gotten rid of you guys from coming into his domain for good, since it had been ages since another has stepped foot.

But he was too invested in your cursed energies to be upset enough to send you back to your family or even kill you; he knew you'd be useful here.

"I'm truly sorry, my king; I really intended to be welcomed here." You shut your eyes and droop your head.

He groans angrily and insists, "Look up at me while I'm talking."

You instantly comply, making eye contact with him and parting your lips slightly.

"I should murder you, but you're useful," He states severely not taking his eyes away from you, and you not doing the same.

You don't say anything, but he likes it when you're silent anyway.

"You may now look down," he says, indicating his private area, which you do slowly while swallowing.

What you're seeing is something you weren't expecting to see.

t-two??

no one’s ever mentioned two.

You expected to panic, but half of you didn't; the other half seemed calm, and you assumed it was the succubus in you.

"May I?" you inquired looking up at him as you raised both arms, he nods with the same serious look on his face.

you look back down.

You wanted to drool at the sight for some strange reason; they were both enormous, and you wanted to stuff them both into your mouth at the same time, but the human half of you had to restrain the succubus.

You grab one of them and gently stroke it with the palm of your hand.

Sukuna is already humming with pleasure since your hands are so warm and smooth, ideal for his two cocks.

You open your lips and place the warm, moist hole on his cock's tip. You start sucking on it, teasing him in a way you weren't sure was appropriate for a King.

“Don’t leave the other out brat.” he says referring to his other cock.

You obey, taking the second one with your right hand without looking at it, twisting and caressing it slightly. It had already leaked a little bit.

"C’mon, slut, you know you're capable of more."

Sukuna inserts his large palm into your scalp as he grows impatient, then grabs your hair and uses it to press your head down.

You could do better, he was right.

You hum to generate vibrations to the cock's head as you push it to the back of your throat, knowing that would bring extra pleasure.

You started bobbing your head slowly as you stroked his second cock, but there was one thing you didn't realize.

He doesn’t like it slow.

He swiftly begins to move his hand up and down, his hand tangled up in his hair. And you don't even know how fortunate you are to have no gag reaction.

He tosses his head back and groans with pure delight, knowing that he was about to soon cum.

Succubus women have the ability to feel when someone is about to cum, and your instincts were telling you that.

You wanted all of his sperm, and knowing he was close made the prospect of it filling your tummy even more appealing.

You pull your head back, allowing his cock to spring out of your mouth, and he looks at you with puzzled but also annoyed eyes, knowing he was near.

“Hey br—“

Even the King of Curses was taken aback by what he saw, and didn't notice at first that your eyes had taken on a demon appearance, with your irises now straight and the white that had been filled on the outside of them now purple.

Aside from that, you began to sprout little horns on both sides of your head, and you began to spew out your tongue, which had grown in length but retained its crimson shape.

It's as if you've transformed into a completely different person without even realizing it.

Your succubus side, if you will.

You violently dip your head back down and take his two cocks into your now slightly expanded mouth, wrapping your now-long tongue around both of his cocks at the same time.

You tried to get them both down your throat at the same time, but you knew that with practice in the future, you'd become better.

Sukuna couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing, yet he didn't complain.

He would have allowed succubus women do this sooner if he had known.

You couldn't even control yourself; it was as if your body began to move on its own.

Sukuna proceeded to degrade you, shouting obscenity words in response to the fact that he was on the verge of cumming in your mouth.

That's exactly what he did in a matter of seconds.

You swallowed all of the hot, sticky cum that shot down your throat.

You could already feel your power increasing with each drip you swallowed, and you cherished it.

You took the King's breath away after all of that, and you actually shocked him, but he wouldn't ever confess it.

Ryōmen Sukuna, the King of Curses, now had two reasons to keep you here.

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[happyandticklish]

Disarming Your Demons

Notes: Okay, so I’m only halfway through Jujutsu Kaisen, but I had an idea and I had to write it down. I’m not sure if I’m gonna write anything else for it until I actually finish the show, but I said that before and now this exists, so who knows really. 

Summary: Itadori discovers a new method to deal with misbehaving curses. 

Sharing a body with a thousand-year-old curse could have its downfalls, something Itadori was quickly becoming familiar with. Though he could control it most of the time, it was difficult, and took a strain on his mind and body. He put on a brave face afterwards, insisting that it was no big deal, but the truth was anything but. Sukuna’s ability to switch out with him was growing stronger, and the exhaustion was setting in faster now with each time Itadori wrestled back control over his body. In the heat of battle was one thing, edged on by desperation and the will to keep his friends alive. But it was the other times, when Itadori was tired and vulnerable and fully unprepared to battle his literal inner demons, that he regretted the lifestyle most.

Say, for instance, in his dorm room, half-asleep and dreary from a battle earlier that day.

“Hello again.”

Switching out with Sukuna was strange. He didn’t feel it in a physical sense, no pain or sensation inflicted upon him. One moment he was in his body, and the next he was trapped, a helpless bystander to the other’s will.

“You know, it’s awfully bold of those teachers of yours to leave you all alone like this at night.” Sukuna stood, stretching his arms above his head in satisfaction. “Do they really put so much stock in you to assume you’d be able to fight me, like this?”

“Sukuna.” Itadori’s voice was inaudible to anyone who might be passing by, an aimless thought floating around in his consciousness, but he knew the other could hear him nonetheless. “Give me back my body!”

“Please,” Sukuna dismissed, waving one hand as he strolled around the dorm, examining objects with a vague curiosity. “After you used me earlier? I’m growing rather tired of this dynamic, you know. Only ever summoning me when you need your friend healed, or a new big baddie rears its odious head. Then, afterwards, you hide me away without so much as a thank you.”

“I do appreciate your help,” Itadori started carefully, trying to keep his tone neutral. It was difficult though, when the other could easily read his true thoughts. “But you can’t expect me to simply hand my body over like some kind of puppet. I know what your true intentions are, and I won’t let you harm my friends or anyone else.”

“Oh, of course not, not heroic, selfless Itadori.” He placed a hand on the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open with one hand. “I wonder what would happen if I went to pay them a little visit now?”

“No!”

“Oh? Don’t like that, do you. Then why don’t you do something about it? Force me back, take over your body once more.” Sukuna chuckled dryly, pausing in the doorway. “If you can, that is. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the toll this is taking on you. Do you really think you have the strength to best me now, when you’re tired and weak from battle?”

Itadori tried, he really did. He knew he had to do this, but Sukuna was right. In his current state, he could hardly focus enough to remain present enough to speak to the other, let alone reclaim his physical form. With his last remaining willpower, he managed to gather enough strength to take control of one arm before he found himself blocked by the other. 

Sukuna’s eyes widened, and then he laughed, a throaty, derisive thing that made Itadori clench the fist he had. “One arm? Is that it? You truly are in for it now. I must say, I am impressed though. I didn’t think you had even that in you. Still, it’s no matter. I could end your world as you know it with both my hands tied behind my back. This pathetic defense is but a pebble in my path. I must thank you for the amusing display though—I needed a good laugh.”

Itadori watched helplessly as his body moved forward against his will, his mind racing as he tried to think of anything he could do in his position.

I needed a good laugh.

That was it!

Itadori would have smiled if he could use his mouth. An idea was formulating in his mind, crazy and nonsensical, but possibly just the thing he needed. It was a method that Gojo had employed once, to train him to focus on maintaining curse energy and resist distractions. He had no idea if the same thing would work on Sukuna, but seeing as he was in his body and therefore should be just as susceptible as Itadori had been, it just might work.

Sukuna stopped short as a jolt of sensation shot through him, and he snapped his head down to see his own hand squeezing his hip. “What the hell?”

“Ha! I didn’t think it would actually work!” Itadori’s voice rang out triumphant through the other’s mind as he squeezed again and again, quick and sudden so that Sukuna had no time to adjust to them. “Who knew that my own ticklishness would come in handy one day?”

“Tickli—what?” Sukuna started in confusion, but quickly slapped his other hand to his mouth to hold back… was that laughter?

He stumbled back against the wall, torn between shoving the other’s hands away and holding back the embarrassing noises leaking between his fingers. It was in times like these that he missed his four arms. It was hard enough to work with only two arms—one was impossible.

“W-What are you d-dohoing?” Sukuna grunted, trying to sound intimidating despite the silly grin quickly taking hold of his features.

“Tickling you, duh.” It was weird tickling his own body, and weirder still to have the sensation disconnected from him. He could feel the AC in the hallway on his arm, and the warmth of his hip under his hand, but that was all. It was disconcerting, but Itadori was grateful for it in this moment. He wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to continue if he could feel everything the other was feeling. He could only imagine how Sukuna was managing to stop himself from collapsing into an Itadori-sized puddle of laughter on the ground. “Haven’t you ever heard of tickling before?”

“I-Is that some k-kind of hihidden Jujutsu?” Sukuna snapped angrily, annoyed at the chuckle that had slipped into his words halfway through.

Laughter rang through his head, unhelpfully as Sukuna tried to hold back his own. “Dude, what? Of course not! Tickling is… well, it’s a human thing you know? When you lightly touch the human body, like this—” he scribbled his fingers up his sides suddenly—“They laugh! I’m not sure why though… science is still a bit iffy on that.”

Sukuna had stopped listening at this point. He had burst into panicked giggles the second Itadori touched his side, unprepared for the other’s change in strategy. Sukuna’s hand come down, wrapping around his wrist and pulling it up, away from his sides.

He drew in an exhausted breath, grinning in relief as he held the other firmly away from him. “There. Your… tickling, or whatever it is, is ineffectual now. Seems like you didn’t think this plan through, did you now?”

He was right. It was a temporary solution, but the truth was that Itadori was going to get nowhere with just one hand. Which was why…

Sukuna’s eyes widened as he felt a sudden pull at his person once more. His body was rebelling, and he fought back, trying to push back at Itadori’s attempt to switch back. He was getting stronger now, and Itadori was still weak, so it should be nothing to keep control from the brat. What he hadn’t expected was for Itadori to focus all his energy on reclaiming a single part of his body, leaving Sukuna unprepared for the concentrated force. He felt his fingers slipping on his wrist, his left arm losing connection just like the first one had.

“No!” Sukuna growled, but it was too late. Both arms were lost to him now, and he knew if Itadori could, he would be smirking.

“Yes,” Itadori countered. Surprisingly enough, he kept his one arm raised. He lowered the other one, poising his fingers under his arms and wiggling them in the air threateningly. “I remember this always being one of my worst spots. Unfortunately for you, I’m afraid.”

Sukuna narrowed his eyes in confusion, but before he could say anything he was stopped by the sensation of nails gently spidering under his arm. It was a slow, unhurried process, that never missed its mark. Instinct shot through him like a bullet and Sukuna attempted to bring his arm down protectively. He was stopped by the other’s remaining control of the limb, which kept it raised exposed and vulnerable over his head. It didn’t help that Itadori hadn’t worn a shirt to bed the previous night, so Itadori had full access to his bare torso.

Sukuna spluttered over a laugh, a hysterical cackling that only grew in desperation as time went on. Sparks flurried through him, his stomach erupting with what felt like millions of butterflies all taking off at the same time. It was impossible to explain how unbearable the feeling was, and Sukuna wondered how humans lived with such a weakness on their body all this time.

“A-Ahaha, stahahahap, eh, gah, stahahahap i-ihihit!” Sukuna’s head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut as a wild grin danced along his features. “Y-Yohohou irritahahating b-brahat!”

“Intense, right?” Itadori asked, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice. “If only you had chosen a less ticklish vessel. You’re in for it now, though. I got to be honest, it’s kind of funny seeing a bigshot curse like you writhing around like a worm on a hook.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Sukuna demanded, though it came out far more giggly than he would have liked. He couldn’t concentrate like this, couldn’t even begin to start to try to reclaim his arms. He needed him to move his hand, maybe back to his hips, or somewhere else, anywhere else. He wasn’t sure if the rest of this body was less ticklish, only that he needed Itadori to move away from that spot.

“Not a chance,” Itadori scoffed. “This is way too much fun! Of course, you could always stop me. Just switch back and the tickling won’t affect you anymore; it’s that easy.”

“L-Lihihike hehehell Ihihihihi wihihihill!” He was slipping now, his body sliding down the wall in an attempt to get away. Unfortunately, you can’t run away from yourself, and those wiggling fingers followed him all the way down. “Cuhuhut ihihit ohohout wihihihith thahahat sphohohot!”

“Why?” Itadori asked innocently, loving this a bit too much for his own good. But could he really help it when he was given such a perfect oppurtunity for revenge? “Does it tickle too much for the big bad curse?”

Sukuna was going to kill him. Then, once he was sure the pest was well and truly dead, he was going to bring him back to life so he could kill him all over again. Right now, however, his focus was only on those devastating nails, light, barely-there touches that had his mind reeling. When his fingers traveled a bit too high, skittering at the top of his armpits, he finally gave in. “Yehehehes, ohohokay, ihihit tihihihickles, ohohor whahahatever y-yohou cahahalled ihihit! Sohohomewhehere ehehelse!”

“Are you sure you want me to go somewhere else?” Itadori questioned teasingly, circling the area with just one finger. Sukuna ducked his chin into his chest, unable to hold back the flood of giggles that caused. “Really sure?”

“Y-Yohohou, ahaha, yohou lihihittle—”

“Okay, okay.” Itadori moved his hand away, pulling his other arm down. Sukuna exhaled in relief, an exhausted grin still dancing on his features. Unfortunately, Itadori noticed. “Hey, don’t relax just yet. I’m not done with you. After all, you still haven’t given me back my body, have you?”

“What the hell—noHOHO!” Sukuna burst into laughter anew as his arms wrapped around himself, trapping him in a tickly hug as fingers wiggled up and down his sides. “S-SHIHIHIT!”

“Regretting your words yet?”

Sukuna thrashed wildly, howling as he doubled over in a useless attempt to protect himself. The snarky remarks were gone now, so completely was he lost to his own laughter. His skin twitched and goosebumps scattered up his sides, a helpless reaction to the playful tickling.

Because it was playful. Despite everything, he could tell that Itadori was having fun with this. And maybe, just maybe, the other was too. His insides felt warm and fuzzy in a way they hadn’t in a while, his laughter peaking between desperation and silly giggles. It was strangely addicting to give in like this, allowing the tickling to consume his thoughts and blur out any remaining negativity.

It was… nice.

“I-IIHIHITADORI!” His head was thrown back, a hearty flush spreading across his cheeks and warming his skin. “I-IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!”

“You know how to stop this,” Itadori reminded him. “Just switch back and the tickling stops.”

Sukuna fell back on the floor, unable to hold himself up against the relentless tickling. He let out a frankly embarrassing squeak, the sensations breaking through the last of his revolve. And finally, at last, he caved in.

With a start, Itadori felt the other ducking back into himself, releasing his body in the process. He stopped wiggling his fingers, sitting up slowly as he regained control of himself once more. He was sweaty and exhausted, like he’d just ran a marathon, and he could feel that familiar floating sensation in the pit of his stomach that came with being tickled.

“Damn brat,” Sukuna complained from inside him, and Itadori smiled fondly. He would have to remember this method for next time.

“What the hell?”

Itadori startled as a voice shot through his thoughts, and he glanced up to see Megumi standing in the hallway. He was still in pajamas, and his hair was sticking out in several directions. The look on his face implied he’d just woken up. The two made eye contact, Megumi taking in Itadori’s flushed features and his sprawled position on the floor.

Megumi furrowed his brows in confusion. “Itadori? I heard a noise and I thought… are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” Itadori dismissed, sitting up slowly. “I was… sleep-walking. Yeah, that’s it. Just a weird dream, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

Megumi continued to stare at him for a moment, clearly debating whether or not to believe the other. Finally, he sighed, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “Alright. If you say so. Just keep it down next time, will you? Some of us are actually trying to sleep.”

Itadori threw the other a hearty thumbs-up, grinning innocently. “Will do!”

Megumi frowned, but eventually disappeared back into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Itadori stood up fully, his legs a little shaky from the previous tickling, and decided to do the same. It was the middle of the night after all—sleep was probably in order. However, as he turned the knob to shut the door behind him, he heard a voice loud and clear in his head.

“Sleep tonight, young sorcerer, and get your rest. Because tomorrow—” a sudden pinch to his side as Sukuna wrestled control of his hand—“it’s your turn.”

Itadori regained control almost instantly, and his hand was his again as though nothing had happened. He smiled nervously, not doubting the other’s words for a minute.

And as he got into bed that night, pulling the covers tight around himself, he found he couldn’t wait.

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[sukirichi]

Sorry to bother you with such a weird question but do you think Sukuna also raped women in the past? We know he prefers to kill women and children and his weird comment about Nobara also sounds "ambiguous". He said he kills Megumi but the way he said it about Nobara sounds more like rape. We still don't know his past but imagine a four armed , very tall and muscular being with a mouth on his stomach raping a woman..That sounds cruel and very painful. He even ate people, so why not raping them? Maybe some villagers even gave him sacrifices or something for sparing them.

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hmm, i personally don’t think he’d go out of his way to do that when he probably has several willing lovers ready to warm his bed, but i do picture canon true form sukuna to have people offered to him as sacrifices back in the old days, not bcos he was worshipped but mostly bcos people feared him and they’d do anything just to keep him happy and not... raging on a killing spree. however, given the situation that sukuna is interested in someone but they don’t want him back, then yes, i do think he might force himself on them and probably even say they should be thankful he laid eyes on them. but that’s just my opinion on true form sukuna tho !! fanon wise, i prefer painting him as an adorable good guy so yeah. and thanks, i hope you enjoy following me even tho i don’t post much content these days 😭💕

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #tw: rape #cw: rape