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Yall—Gojo lost. And that’s okay. 🙂

Now, as a psychology major student, I can see you’re all going through withdrawal issues. Classic case of parasocial grief. You didn’t lose a battle—you lost a delusion. The denial is loud, the cope is louder, and the headcanons are borderline clinical.

At this point, Gojo stans are like conspiracy theorists. “If you look closely at frame 329, you’ll see—” No. What I see is a fandom deep in Freud’s defense mechanisms. Projection, rationalization, dissociation—textbook.

Take a deep breath. Step out of the fantasy. Say it with me: Sukuna bodied that man.

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His adoring wife

Yandere!sukuna x yandere!wife reader

Tw: gore, cannibalism, smut, cream pie, obsession, jealousy, slut shaming? (Let me know if I missed any ❤️‍🩹)

Sukuna returned to the temple dry as a bone. Completing his recent triumph without breaking a sweat. He looked around the father peaceful setting something seemed to be missing. To that his eyes landed on uraume who stood beside his throne as they usually did. Marching over, sukuna looked down at them, though their composite never faultered.

"Where is my wife?"

"See insisted she have a *word* with one of the servants, my lord" uraume motioned to their right, seemingly the direction she had exited.

Sukuna nodded without another word. Dropping off his weapons and headed in the aforementioned direction. Continuing down the hallways he soon came across a servants quarter, the sheer door illuminating by candle light. He assumed this is where he would find her with the servant, as their were not permitted to their rooms before sundown.

Gripping the side of the door and sliding it open his mouth gaped at the grotesque sight his believed had created. On the floor lay the servant girl, drawn across each axis of her torso. The innards pouring onto the oak beneath them, the woman's eyes now clouded as their life had evaporated seemingly a while ago. Then his gaze turned to his wife. A calm, caring woman by all accounts. An ungodly match for the king of curses they said.

But here she was knelt over the fresh entrails of a servant girl. Her canines knawing at the flesh as the blood painted her face. Animalistic growls erupting from her throat as she ripped apart whatever she touched. Licking her fingers clean as if indulging in a king worthy feast before plunging her claws back in to ravage whatever she had left.

Sukuna watched his wife sit up on her knees. Her kimono ruined as the wet fabric clung to her skin and hung off her shoulders, blood dripping from her chin down past her sternum to ruin the cloth even further. She moaned at the flavour, a smile reaching her eyes as she giggled dryly. But a low cough from behind her caught her attention quickly. She spun around as her eyes turned frantic at the realisation of being discovered by none other than her husband. Looking between him and the corpse and willing to protest but no words would form.

But what she failed to see was the pity in sukuna eyes. The faintest smile on his lips os he approached his distraught love. Kneeling down with her and taking a minute to look her over, then not waiting another second to sink his lips onto hers. Her confusion faded quickly as the thrill and head rush of only moments before returned. Without a word sukuna grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to have her back to his chest for her to confront the mess she had made.

Before she could apologise for such a mess she didn't have time to look back at the feeling of her clothes being shifted before feeling the heavy weight of her husband's cock rub against her entrance and force it's way inside. Ripping a strangled moan from her throat at the pain on the stretch and his fingers digging into her hips. Sukuna couldn't help but laugh as he pulled her closer to himself, only making his cock sink deeper and her eyes roll back further.

"You didn't think I'd be mad did you petal?" His chest rumbled against her spine, shuddering at his breath against her neck where she could feel his smile on her skin.

His hips continued to buck up into her pussy as if to urge an answer from her. To which she quickly crumbled to.

"She....*OOOhhhhh god*....shut up about....how much she....lo*aaahhhh*ved her king" her pathetic attempts at words was broken up by the intense pleasure coursing through her from her slick cunt. "I hated it so...SO much. You belong to me right? All mine..." Nodding along in response to her own question as if she didn't need his answer to know the truth.

Sukuna only hummed as he continued to ravage her hole. Her pussy gushing as she whimpered and wailed at his unforgiving pace but praying to the gods he never gave out. One pair of arms held her by her hips, thrusting her body to and throw against his while another hand held her wrists behind her back and the final one held her neck. Though his grip was soft, thumb running circles into the point of her racing pulse.

"It is so unlike you to get jealous, though I can't say I'm complaining. But you do understand that your position is so much greater then everyone in this place. Especially compared to such a lowlife whore" hearing his words she tried to focus on the measly soul he was refering to, now just a stain on the carpet. But she couldn't see though the pleasure of her husband. Tongue lolling out of her mouth as his cock abused her cervix, the drool mixing with the blood at her knees.

A kind of growl erupted from her throat as she looked down at the desperate whore she had made an example of. Proof that she had steaked her claim over the heart of the king of curses and aimed to keep that claim by any means. A more animalistic growl came from her husband as his thrusts got heavier and more deliberate causing her legs to shake as she felt the knot in her stomach behind to come undone. Screaming as she came sukuna was quick to follow, flooding her womb with his seed. The overflow leaking from her hole and melting between her folds.

As sukuna let her go her body collapsed into the corpse. Her hands becoming bloody again as she toyed with whatever was left. Fingers weaved between the crocked ribs to reach the cavity where such an envious heart lay inbeating. The tissue almost punctured as she gripped it and ripped it out. Her tongue ran along each vein, invading the openings of the vessels as she savoured the flavour of her victory. Sukuna simply watched on amusement having never seen his wife in such a gorgeous state, engulfed by the same hate that powered him.

She watched as he reached down the grab the organ from her hand, looking alot smaller in his compared to hers. Another came to hold her jaw, squeezing until it agreed to open. As the heart met her tongue her jaw snapped ripping the thing in two. She laughed as she did it despite how full her mouth was. Eyes white with more pleasure as she was coaxed to swallow by sukuna hand. The man had never seen a thing more beautiful in his life. His darling wife on full display as she turned to gave him, blood and cum leaking from her orifices while she held such kind eyes and a loving smile just for him.

His fingers brushed away at the blood on her cheek "my heart can only belong to another who will sniff out those who try to take it's place. That is you my queen."

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I was just thinking about the difference between sukuna and gojo and how the respect each of them have for their power. I think the difference is admiration and genuine respect. Gojo was born strong with a divine technique and was more admired like a precious stone. While sukuna wasn't born with some all powerful technique, it's so human in its own right. As in like (for most) no matter how strong your technique is you can still be shot and killed by a gun, because you're human. Similarly you can still be cut and sliced in half, you can still burn. Sukuna was able to adapt his technique in creative ways to become strong. There was a huge gap in power from where they started but they both still ended up "the strongest". Which I think is one of the reasons sukuna had/has so much fear and respect, because he is so human compared to gojo. But still transversed death and became as strong as he is. Obviously we don't know his full backstory or how long he actually lived, but knowing that there are characters who are at least 70 and still nowhere near sukuna level.

I don't mean to dick ride but I thought it was interesting to think about.

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