#curse reader

[l0velybvnny]

will we ever find a way to make our time last forever?

summary: y/n an average student is assigned a mission for the promotion of grade two. what happens when she dies on the mission and ten years later satoru finds her standing in-front of him? she’s supposed to be dead.

paring: curse y/n x satoru gojo

word count: 1184

y/n was ordinary. she was an ordinary sorcerer grade three, had ordinary grades average looks but she was content she had the best friends in the world in her eyes.

suguru, satoru and shoko her best friends. sure at times she would feel less than them how could she not? shoko was an excellent rct user and suguru and satoru were special grade sorcerers with incredible techniques. how could she not feel less less than them at times it was normal.

of course, they always reassured her. satoru might’ve been rude in some eyes but she knows he tried her best to comfort her with his own ways. shoko by far understood her the most which helped in a lot of ways and of course suguru was calming, pointing out the pros in her strength she was always grateful for the young man he seemed to help her get out of dark places.

so why couldn’t she help him? why was she the last to find out he massacred that village. one hundred and twelve people. her best friend— of course she noticed how he was different after the stat plasma failed mission but there was no way, she shouted at satoru not believing him one bit when he told her taking it as one of his stupid pranks only when she saw his oddly serious expression she began to splutter over her words in shock running away to her dorm room as she covered her ears ignoring his yells for her.

as the days grew, the remaining three grew apart satoru deemed as the strongest was constantly on missions. shoko had more patients than ever and when she didn’t she was spend more of her free time doing whatever in the laboratory safe to say y/n didn’t see her supposed best friends as much as she did before.

but it just so happens the higher ups wanted to promote her to grade two. finally— after so long in an excited hurry she went to go tell shoko and satoru only to not find them looking around the campus when she finally decides to forget about it she’ll tell them after her promotion she goes outside the campus looking up at the bright sky. it hadn’t been that bright in a while, she knew it was a good day with a giddy smile she runs towards the car and hops in the driver taking her to the location of her mission.

dead— is what satoru hears a few hours later from yaga. in shock his glasses fall off his nose looking at the older man in full shock his usually bright blue eyes going even more dull.

“l/n is dead, satoru she died on her mission against a special grade curse. it was unexpected no one could’ve predicted it, the curse was only supposed to be a grade two.” the man’s sighs running his fingers through his hair stressfully as he looks down at the report of his student.

“huh?!” satoru, nearly yells in shock memories flooding back to him suguru the first year haibara— now y/n? his best friend the only he had left is dead? his mouth agape as she stares at masamichi. “no—“ he splutters out recalling how he was the one who vouched for her promotion he want to congratulate her on the mission and go with her but he was to caught up in a mission which was supposedly a special grade only for it to turn out to be a grade two— did the higher ups do that? did they set her up like? for what reason? why..

masamichi senses the boys distress placing a hand on his shoulder even though satoru might be a pain in the pass he was still his student he didn’t want him to stress something he couldn’t control he to thought it was a coincidence how the missions got messed up like that but everyone in the jujutsu society knows that was no mistake they wanted to get her out the way she was another distraction to satoru gojo but of course yaga wouldn’t tell him that even if he knew he wouldn’t be salt in the wound.

“it wasn’t your fault satoru, it was a mere mistake the locations got mixed up nobody’s to blame here. he says, keeping his hand firmly placed on satorus shoulder which is now shaking.

satoru sneers at the man looking up at him through his dark sunglasses. “mere mistake? you call that a mere mistake?! that “mere mistake” cost her her life! she—“ he chokes up thinking about how much pain she must’ve be in a mere third grade against a special grade curse. storming out, satoru vows to never let anything like that ever happen to any again as long as he’s around.

nearly ten years later, he kept his promise now at twenty eighth he saved the life of yuta okkotsu and he’s postponed yuji itadoris execution until he can figure out what to do letting him be a kid for a while longer. running his fingers through his snowy hair, he walks into his apartment taking his blindfold off as he does but what he doesn’t expect is her—

y/n standing in-front of him, her usual self now ghostly a grayish blue hue even going as far to say she’s transparent her feet slightly floating above the ground. she looks exactly the same, wearing the same jujutsu tech uniform she died in expect her usual sparkly eyes are dull and lifeless she’s staring at him like she’s confused herself.

“y/n?” satoru voices in shock, taking slow careful steps towards the girl not wanting to frighten her despite the urge to wrap his arms around her— is he even able to do that in her current state? last time he check ghost aren’t real staring down at the girl as she looks up at him confusedly trying to mutter something but no words coming out she reaches out her hand and tries to grab his only for it to completely go through him furrowing her eyebrows she tries to speak again.

“s’toru?” she says her voice even different from when she was alive instead hoarse and quiet instead of the usual lively tone it used to be. satoru nods his head, pointing at himself.

“yes that’s me, what are you doing here? you’re— you’re supposed to be dead? i don’t understand?” he mutters confusedly, putting his hand up and trying to place it on her head only for it to go completely through her like she’s not there at all.

“don’t.. know..” y/n mutters confusedly, staring at him as he stares at her in poorly concealed shock his blindfold off making it much easier to see his reactions than it being on. satoru ponders for a moment, before coming to a horrible realization did— did he curse her? after all these years of not being able to properly grieve over her. shit. he did, she cursed her brought her back from the dead and made her into a cursed spirit.

[cassiefromhell]

Stars

JJK man of choice x Curse!Reader

Choices that won't work for this piece: any non-human character (maybe choso?) and assholes (toji. just toji)

wc: 700

warnings: kinda sad ngl. but none other than that

a/n: i had an idea. and then i didnt know which character to write it for. so you pick. (kinda nanami/geto/other chill character coded im ngl) this is all over the place but i needed it out of my system. anyways have fun

The stars have fascinated you for as long as you can remember.

You find yourself staring at them tonight, sitting on the roof of the building you’ve lived in for the past three years. Your knees are tucked to your chest, shingles digging into the soles of your bare feet.

But you just can’t help it. You wanted to watch the stars. So you are.

Your thumbs rub over your knees, feeling the velvet skin underneath. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been in this body, or that you can’t even recall what it was like when you were a mindless curse, your skin never feels like your own. You’re not human — you couldn’t even pretend that, given that most people can’t even see you. But you look like one, to those that can see you. Sometimes you feel like one. 

So this body is yours, in the end.

Why, then, does it often feel so strange?

“You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You wouldn’t have even been able to sense his presence if it hadn’t been for the cursed energy radiating off of him. It’s rare to see him like this, out of his normal gear. 

“Sorry,” you say, not sounding very apologetic. “Needed air.”

“You’re a curse. You don’t need oxygen.”

“I feel like I do.”

He sighs, and sits next to you, leaning back on his hands. “Why are you up?”

You shrug, gesturing up towards the sky. “The sky is pretty. It’d be a waste to not look at it.”

He’s silent. Like he knows you’re lying.

“Have you ever had a fascination with the sky?”

“No.”

You open and close your mouth once, then twice— and then frown. “Maybe that’s not a human thing. You have such trivial fascinations, sometimes.”

“Like what?”

“Money. Fame. Being better than everyone else.”

“And the sky isn’t trivial?”

“The sky stays,” you stand up, starting to walk up and down the center of the roof. “It remains above you, always.”

There’s a long pause. It’s not exactly uncomfortable. You’ve lived with this man long enough, had him close enough to understand his silence at times.

“Is it alright if I ask you something?” he inquires, tilting his head forward. A piece of hair falls over his forehead.

“Fire away.”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be human?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you cough a little. “Sometimes.”

“Go on.”

You sigh, sinking back down into your position next to him, laying back on the roof and staring up at the stars once more. “December 7th, 1989, I open my eyes for the very first time in this body. I would later discover that I was something else before then, some sort of a mindless curse, made out of the broken hearts of humans,” your eyelids flutter shut. “But at that moment, I knew that I was… other. I understood what a human was, but had no understanding of what they think or why they do what they do. I’ve come to learn that humans have a much broader sense of life than I do. And I wish I had that. That thrill of a first love, the heart-pounding nervousness of a virgin about to have sex with the one they believe is their future, the satisfying smile a couple gives each other on their deathbeds knowing that they have done everything together, lived their lives through and through. All I know is the fear of love. The cry your heart gives when you hold out your hand and they step away, the shattering of hope when they reject you, when they die and leave you behind. It’s built into me. And I wish I could see the other side.”

His hand reaches out, his finger brushing your cheek. “You’re closer to humans than any other curse. Hell, that’s why you’re here. I was assigned to take you under my wing, make sure you weren’t a psychopath like most conscious curses. But you aren’t. I once watched you sit outside and watch a bee for twenty minutes. And I think that’s the most human thing — you admire the beauty of life, of humanity.”

And for the very first time, a tear slips down your cheek. He wipes it away.

“See?” he holds up his damp thumb. “Human.”

“…Human,” you nod, chewing your lip.

His hand slips around to cradle the side of your face, tilting your head up to meet his, noses brushing. An unfamiliar heat creeps up your spine as you admire those perfect eyes of his.

“Let me show you the other side.”

And you let him.

[13curses]

𐔌 cockwarming toji after a horror movie scares you ! mdni

𝔀arning. fem!reader, age gap, comfort n sillies except for p in v <3 wc. 1,625 ⟢

you promised your new boyfriend toji you'd be just fine if you guys were to watch a horror movie. a borderline dumb, pig's blood type of slasher would've been just fine, except a psychological found footage horror has piqued your interest. toji claims if you were a cat, curiousity would kill you.

and it does bite you in the ass at three o’clock when you find yourself shifting, having to pee enough for it to wake you up. except . . your silly mind decides to flash images from the movie, hell, your dazed state convinces you that if you're to grab your phone and unlock it, your lockscreen will be from the movie.

your heart quickly begins to palpate and you dare not open your eyes, instead you curl up like the aforementioned kitten toji compared you to. speaking of toji, you've stopped cuddling a couple of hours ago, and as far as you know from the pitch black scenario, you're facing away from one another.

it's fine, it's cool, it's a hot night in the midst of spring and sometimes not glueing to each other is for the best when it comes to comfort. not this time, though.

“toji..?” you mumble.

no response. deep slumber. you hear his soft snorts, you even get petrified when they're delayed after one another.

“toji..” you call out again, voice in a higher pitch, more desperate. you turn to face his back—eyes still shut—and reach out to tap at his chiseled, uncovered back.

you whimper, and like a sleeper agent, toji grunts himself awake, head turning left-n-right, confused.

“mmwhat? what?” he grumbles, chest roaring as he shifts to face you.

he reaches out, and you’re glad he takes the initiative to move closer ‘cause you hold onto his arm for dear life, bringing it to your neck like a scarf. his biceps are adamantine even when he’s not flexing them. his calloused hand, immediately cupping your head, is kind.

“bad dream?” he asks in a suspicious tone with a bit of a told ya so meaning. you hook your hands over his muscles, humming.

“not exactly.” you huff shakily. “i have to pee . .”

toji gnaws at his own saliva, voice hoarse from awakening at dawn. “you panicked ‘cause ya have to pee?”

“no, stupid!” you exclaim, a cartoony wobble in your defensive voice. “i can’t go alone . .”

toji scoffs through his nose, hot breath fanning your face. he attempts taking his arm from you to sit up, but the inevitable force of you not letting go causes him to readjust his movement: he wraps both arms around you, unfolding your curled up state, and easily brings you upwards.

“let’s get you potty-trained, then.”

“you’re horrible.” you mumble, yet as soon as you’re scooped from the messy sheets, you vine your limbs around your boyfriend and bore your nose into his shoulder.

“sure . . shit, your heart’s ‘boutta pop out, sweet thing.”

throughout your trip to the bathroom, toji tells you he wasn’t affected by the horrors at all; he kept in mind that it was all acted out, scripted fiction. in fact, there were probably many bloopers and costume-design mishaps when it came to the part that frightened you the most.

waiting for you to finish, he leans against the counter, scratching his ribs, licking the scar across his lips. you apologise for lying about being fine with the genre and he says he doubts it counts as a lie as he pats your head, placing a lazy kiss in your hair.

when you’re carried back to bed, you intertwine to cuddle.

“you gonna be fine, doll?”

“yeah. you’re . . okay with snuggling, right? i know it’s a bit hot for it.”

“heh. you were not this concerned about clinging ‘ta me when we were just fooling around.”

you sigh, defeated, ear pressed against toji’s chest, listening to his much calmer pulse—trying to synchronise your own heartbeat with it.

“hey, now. you’re scared. i get it. if anyone or anything did come out of the screen to haunt you-”

you nestle impossibly closer at just the idea of that.

“. . which is not happening.” he articulates distinctly. “regardless, i would beat the fuck out of them, even in my sleep.”

you hum in understanding, feeling much more content with his raspy voice talking you out of it. “please stay close all night.”

toji nuzzles your side, trimmed nails soothing your skin. it’s silent for a second.

“wanna make sure i do?”

you look up at him, lashes fluttering in question.

“how? do we wear handcuffs, or?”

toji snorts, humoured, and you smile at the reaction you gain. “no. you’d rip me off the bed with the way you can toss around, sweets. i’m thinkin’ about being inside you.”

oh.

“you mean cockwarming?”

“if it needs a name, sure.”

you give it some thought, seconds pass by, and soon toji’s limbs feel heavier around you, meaning he will fall asleep in a blink if you don’t respond now.

“yes. okay.”

“attagirl.”

the sound of sheets ruffling fills the room as toji leisurely gets rid of his sweatpants and you roll down your panties. “lemme prep you, okay?”

you nod definitively—his massive hands meet your thighs that fit his grip like perfect handles. you hook a leg over his waist so he has more access. he continues palming one thigh of yours, other hand hovering over your chest to meet your nipple under his your tee.

you wince at his touch, buckling your crotch onto his abs. a kiss is placed on your forehead, then between your brows, nose, and you lift your chin when you comprehend that he wants to make out. tasting one another’s sugary lips softly, you claw at his chest dully, heaving delicately.

“can i help you, too?”

toji bites your plush lip slowly before answering, “your reactions are enough to get me going, baby. but if you wanna touch, ‘m all yours, yeah?”

“yeah.” you agree instantly. he finds your eagerness adorable.

as you wander down his torso, fingertips appreciating the way he’s carved, his touch between your lega travels to your core, too. he’s truthful—your little whines and so were enough to get him semi-hard. his large cock curves into your small hold impressively. it makes your breath hitch.

“it doesn’t bite.” he teases.

“it can be mean, though.”

true, his stupidly colossal dick has proved itself to be a menace to your cervix a number of times, but right now, its intentions are not entirely carnal. your comfort device will be oh-so-filling and lovely.

you form a fist around his girth. he lets go of your thigh and brings his index fingers to your mouth, “lick them for me.”

you oblige, pink tongue glossing his digits, even attaching your lips onto them. your teeth graze him as he removes his fingers, you’d keep on sucking if you didn’t know the purpose of getting them wet.

toji brings his hand down to seperate your semi-slick folds, tips lightly pressing against your pearly nub, welcoming it in a circular motion. you pant out in pleasure, fist tightening around his cock as you stimulate him so you have him inside you as soon as possible.

his thumb is pushed against your crotch as he cups your cunt, murmuring in satisfaction at your warmth. “you feel relaxed, little one?”

“yes.”

he moans harshly at the way your thumb crease brushes his mushroom tip. you grind onto him again, and shortly after, your flowing arousal makes a squelching noise below toji’s rubs. it’s all so sensual, you almost wish you didn’t have to end the foreplay.

however, when toji reaches down to take his cock from your clutch, positioning himself between your shorter self, the mere surface of his crown lets you know just how good, how fulfilled you’re about to be.

once in position, he grabs your hips—both of your eyes fixated on the contact happening—to help himself sink, sink, sink into your irreplaceable, gooey hole. he grits his teeth behind ajar lips, and as collected as he is, you’re not with your perfect little 0 shaped mouth.

“biiig stretch, fuck-that’s it.”

(you can tell he’s having a hard time refraining from thrusting into you beyond that.)

“oh…” you exhale, feeling compensated. there’s an itch that penetration scratches, especially when it comes to your boyfriend and his glove-fitting size. not having him move or explore your sweet spot is a bit weird for now, though, and your petal-like walls promptly clamp down on him, your body adjusting to the state of being still.

he hisses, “don’t jinx it.”

your eyes open wide and you beg his pardon, “jinx it?! i can’t loosen it. how about you go more limp?”

he looks you dead in the eye, trying hard to keep focused. he looks so serious to the naked eye, it makes you want to laugh, but that would have you squeezing him tighter, so you bring your hand to your mouth to bite your knuckles, pausing your breath.

toji rolls on his back, flipping you onto his chest as you remain smiling. your pooling wetness guarantees him a ludicrous feeling of warmth, and in return, his rock hardness fills you up deliciously.

you lay your head sideways on his chest, fingers sweetly scraping his side as you’re getting used to the sensation.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

you scoff, relaxing as he gifts you by running his fingers through your hair, caressing your scalp. “you’re so handsome, toji.”

he leans down to kiss you, once long, then just a peck for a good night’s sake.

“good night, pretty baby.”

“good night, toji.”

. . .

“shit. we didn’t check under the bed for monsters.” he taunts.

you squeeze.

[kiyoomiee]

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s been in the training room for hours now. Sweat trickled all over his body as his arms never stopped swinging.

“Sukuna, you’ve been here for more than an hour now. That punching bag will break any moment.” Toji voiced out as he walked in.

“What’s wrong with you?” He tried to ask Sukuna.

“She’s mad at me. Been ignoring me for two days now.” Sukuna dropped his arms and sulked. Fucking hell, he misses you so much.

“Ah that pretty doll? Couldn’t imagine her staying mad that long with your annoying ass.”

“She’s my pretty doll. Don’t call her that.” Sukuna grumbled at Toji but the man ignored him.

“What’d you do?”

“Her medical director was being a misogynistic ass, so I punched him on her behalf.” Sukuna smirked, remembering how gratifying it was to punch the bastard in the face.

“Heh, would’ve done the same if I was there. But didn’t it occur to you that she might not want you to fight her battles for her?”

“Why wouldn’t she? I could send that man in a hospital without even breaking a sweat.”

“That’s exactly why asshole. Besides, you’ve seen how she handles herself in her own field. So go apologize instead of breaking our goddamn equipment.”

boxer!sukuna who corners you in your office so you can’t avoid him anymore. Locking the door close and closing the blinds so nobody could interfere. He went looking for you right after finishing his shower.

“We need to talk.”

“Not here Sukuna, I’m working. And I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You can see where this was going, tears already threatened to fall in the corners of your eyes.

“No. We need to talk right now, or else I’ll go crazy-“

“You’re going crazy? You haven’t talked to me in two days Sukuna. Now you’ll stroll in here and break up with me?”

“Break up?“ What the hell?

“Can’t handle the emotional part of the relationship? I should’ve known since you’re-“

“Since I’m what?” His voice was loud and angry. It was the first time he got mad at you.

“How could I even dare to break up with you when you’re constantly in my mind? When I’m trying my best just so you could notice me? When I’d surrender at your feet if you’d only say the word? I’ve pursued you for months and waited for you to see me. Even with countless rejections, I would’ve continued to wait for the rest of my life as long as there’s no ring on your finger yet. God, my infatuation even turned into obsession.” He sounds dejected as he chuckled to himself in pity.

“Now you’re saying I’m here to break up with you? No baby, I’m here to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. Because I’ll lose my goddamn mind if I don’t have your attention on me even in a split second. Why can’t you see it? I’m so fucking in love with you that the thought of leaving wouldn’t even cross my mind.” He continued on and sighed in agony.

“Y-You’re what?” You were stunned. It was the first time he said that three lettered word.

“I love you so fucking much. So please, I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I shouldn’t have interfered because I know you could stand up for yourself. But I can’t say I regret punching that motherfucker in the face.”

“I know you won’t, ‘kuna.”

“Fuck, don’t cry baby. I’m sorry I was an asshole.” He got on his knees and wiped the tears that fell from your eyes. You leaned into the warmth of his touch.

“Yeah but thanks to your little stunt, that man was fired and I won’t have to deal with his misogynistic comments anymore.” You just finished talking to the higher ups and the HR a while ago, they assured you that they’ll handle the case and that your medical director will be terminated immediately.

“I’m sorry too Sukuna, for avoiding and ignoring you. I should’ve reached out to you sooner.”

“No, it was my fault. I should’ve reached out. It won’t happen again baby, I promise.”

“Ryo.” You called him and caressed his face.

“Hmm?”

“I love you too.” His brain stopped functioning when he heard you say that.

“A-Are you sure? I’m not pressuring you just because I said it earlier-“ Ears turning red, he was now flustered and asked just to make sure he heard it correctly.

“I love you Ryomen Sukuna, I’m very sure.” You expressed lovingly, together with a quick peck on his lips.

“You sure know how to make me crazy for you, sweetheart.”

[nanami1chu]

Someone please write about Cursed Cat Alastor!!

He’s so ugly but funny looking at the same time it’s cute! I want him lmao ❤️

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Lil kisses with simon are always a must. The man's been alone most of his life so when he somehow hounds a sweet thing like you he's keeping his back hunched, uncomfortable, but if you can reach his cheek then its all worth it.

He's acting all sly as if he wasn't the one that wanted kisses each time. Blushing and stammering when you hold him down to drown his eyes and heart in kisses.

"Lovie, ain't fair, caught me by surprise."

And yet he's still keeping the lipstick marks on his cheeks. Like a token when he decides to sit down so you can reach into him even more.

[goldensunset]

people who go through the main tags of big and tumultuous fandoms looking for new fresh good posts to reblog are essential to any circle. they’re like true hunter gatherers leaving the safety of settlement and braving the unknown wilderness to find food for the flock. they risk their lives every day and will come back with a few scratches at best and severe psychological damage at worst

[snail-day]

You know how baby hair just does whatever it wants, sticking up in the wildest directions like it has no regard for the laws of physics? I just know Geto’s baby is coming out with a full head of thick, silky dark hair. No matter what hair type you have, his genes are winning, no question.

And oh my god, he’s so the type to do his babygirl’s hair every morning. He’d settle her on his lap, big hands incredibly gentle as he smooths down the unruly strands sticking up at odd angles. His touch would be so light, so careful, especially near her soft spot. It's truly a precious sight to see.

“Oh, is that cold? Daddy’s sorry,” he murmurs after spritzing just a little water, rubbing the tiniest circle on her head as if to soothe her. Tilting his head, thoughtful, his fingers ghosting over her silky strands. “Hmm, what should we do today, princess? Just a little clip? Maybe tiny pigtails?”

She doesn’t care, of course, just babbles happily, staring up at him with big, trusting eyes, reaching clumsily for his thick fingers. And he just chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, already so completely wrapped around her little finger.

God, he’s such a girl dad. It’s ridiculous.

Here is the TikTok link if you need it!

[springismss]

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 more thoughts of rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who may or may not end up becoming rockstar fiancé! sukuna.

continuation of rockstar! sukuna thoughts.

ageless/minors dni. 18+ content scattered below. not limited to p in v, video sex, generalised nsfw. f! reader.

as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy! ᱬ ࣪𖤐

part 2 word count: 1,209 | series word count: 4,975

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist | part 1 | part 3

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, at every given opportunity, will use samples of you in his music - voice, video, photos? all check. after all, he wants to show you off to the world - especially with photos that leave little to the imagination while protecting your dignity.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who has a space for you on his tour bus and vice versa. fuck what his bandmates had to say, he wanted you beside him whenever one of you wasn’t touring.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who at every given opportunity will take photos and videos of you, be that of you writing your band's next hit song or when the two of you are cuddled up in bed after fucking, and every moment in between.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, while fucking you in the nastiest positions you could imagine, marks you in a way he knows everyone out there will see. the thought of everyone seeing exactly who you belong to gets him off.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who spends more time backstage at your concerts, that much so that it would be considered weird if he wasn’t dating you. not that he would care what those losers would say, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who doesn’t show it but he misses you so goddamn much whenever you’re both touring at the same time. he hates spending time apart from you, everything feels so empty.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who makes the most of the private album he has on his phone in times like that. an album that’s full of the most dirty pictures and videos of you. that one picture of you looking completely fucked out after he had you in a mating press? that video of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy at an alarming rate? that audio of you moaning out his name as you begged him to let you come? he’s got those and more. after all, he needs to make sure he remembers you in every way possible.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who will occasionally video call you when he’s keeping himself busy just so he can see your reaction when he moans out your name, growling that he’ll be back soon enough and you can make up for all the lost time he’s had to use his hand to pump his cock.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who also video calls you when you’re both touring so he can keep you company when you’re feeling a little down being in another country to him. who lets you fall asleep while on call as he knows it’s the only way you’ll get a good sleep and wake up feeling more refreshed. he’s counting down the days until you're back home.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who’s waiting for you at the airport for your band to land when your tour finally ended. he said it was purely so he could keep the paparazzi off you but in reality, he wanted to be the first person you saw when you stepped through the doors. big smile on your face as you wrap your arms around him, whispers of how much you've missed him making him smile softly.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, despite your protests, takes you out for a meal that night, being sure to wine and dine you because he missed the fuck out of you. who’s also buttering you up so he can be head first and cock first in between your legs when he gets you back through the front door of his apartment.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who might look like someone who doesn’t even know the meaning of the word soft but clearly he does, especially when he has you pinned down under him, thrusts into you soft and slow despite wanting to ruin you again. soft kisses and words as he silences you with kisses. after all, you need to rest your voice after such a long tour. you'll be the only one who will see this side of him, no one else and you love it as much as you love him.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, despite never thinking he’d ever find someone to love cause he truly believed the whole thing was bullshit, cuddles your closer to him, not wanting to let you go. arms wrapped around you and hand stroking your hair as you rested your hand on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart, possibly inspiring a new song knowing you.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who has to make sure everything is perfect, not being on the stage while planning something this big made him more nervous than he expected. give him a big audience and his bad-boy persona - that was a walk in the park compared to this.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who waits for you to come back from shopping before you head over to his place, helping you make some food before you both sit down on the sofa with a notebook in your hand. ideas bouncing off each other as his leg bounced in anxiety. he had to pick the right time.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, at the moment you ask him what should go in this verses last line, blurts out “you gonna marry me or what woman?” before taking in your bewildered expression, eyes wide.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who’s suddenly become full blown nervous as he looks at you, throat drying up and heart pounding so erratically it could burst from his chest. who feels like the seconds have begun to drag as he waits for you to respond, that’s if you ever did.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, for probably the first time in his life, becomes deflated and quickly removes his hand from his pocket trying to distract himself, not paying attention to the huge smile on your face before you’re pouncing on top of him with a laugh, arms wrapping around him and you muttered back “I think the new line of the chorus should be of course i’ll marry you, you fucking idiot”.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who looks at you confused as you smile brightly, cupping his face and placing a hard kiss on his lips. who’s still as confused as you pull back, thumb rubbing his cheek as you hum out a quick “i said of course i’ll marry you”.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who becomes rockstar fiancé! sukuna when he finally slips the ring onto your finger, taking a moment to admire the fact you’re one step closer to not only being with him for the rest of your lives but taking his name as yours.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, a few days later, posts to his public insta account for the first time in a good few months, with a photo of you and him, hands up showing off the ring you wore while doing your signature poses with your other hand. “who wouldn’t say no to me? future mrs r.s. coming soon @/itsherduh”.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who smirks at the comments that ping through his phone as he glances over to you lying on the bed, snapping a quick photo, this one being posted to his private insta this time with the caption “here’s to the rest of eternity together, my dove”.

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

[cassiefromhell]

Cursed Creatures: Chapter Three, "Damn The Curses, But Damn The Humans Too"

Chapter One Chapter Two

fanbase: jjk

S. Gojo x Reader x Sukuna

Summary: Maki has informed you of a serious threat: three special grade curses, and completely unexpected, at that. Now, you have to go and deal with them: and get the kids the safety.

WC: 4.3k

Warnings: fighting, injuries, slightttt gore

A/N: Requests are open.

Three § Damn The Curses, But Damn The Humans Too

The veil shudders as I pass it, allowing my curse form to slip through. My tail slinks along behind me as I sprint in, as I’ve gone full true form - lean and muscled and tall.

I adjust the curtain to only allow the three second-years in or out. I don’t want these curses slipping out, nor any extra sorcerers intruding.

I come across Inumaki first, coughing blood and doing his best to fight off a smaller curse. He’s half keeled over, but still on his feet.

Activating Sukuna’s technique, Dismantle, I exorcize the curse with a swift wave of my hand. It crumbles and vanishes.

“Inumaki,” I yell, sprinting to his side and taking one of his arms. “I’m tagging you all out. Can you get to the veil on your own, or will you need assistance?”

Inumaki gives a shaky thumbs up, turning and limping to the veil. 

I nod to myself, one down. Sprinting further into the graveyard, I leap over headstones and graves, shooting out tendrils of my energy to search for the others.

My energy snags on a presence, indescribable past that. I stumble, nearly faceplanting, but catch myself on a tombstone. I shudder, raising my hand and activating two mental lines: Panda and Maki.

You two, I shout down the lines. Locations. Give me a signal. 

Dirt is thrown into the air to my right, and I leap in that direction. I round two corners, and come face to face with Maki, Panda, and all three special grades.

A humanoid curse with a patchwork face and blue hair, and a sick grin.

A volcano-looking asshole with a yellow and black-spotted cloak.

A white, alien-esc curse with black lines and a wrapped shoulder.

Panda is down, and Maki stands at his feet, defending him against the trio as best as she can.

“Maki,” I say, training my eyes on the curses. “You three are done. Meet Inumaki outside. Help is on the way.”

“Are you—“ she coughs, looking from me to the three. “Sure? They’re—“

“I’ve got it,” I crack my knuckles, raising both hands in a fighting stance. “Leave.”

The three have shifted their attention to me, and the blue-haired one squeals in delight. “Ahh, the legendary {Y/N}, how exciting.”

“Well, you know my name,” I purr, stepping closer and blocking the two students as Maki drags Panda away. “What’s yours?”

“This isn’t the mission, Mahito,” the volcano guy starts, grabbing patchwork’s arm. “We should report back now that we have what we need.”

I scan the three, trying to figure out what exactly it is that they have. I senses just keep dragging me back to the patchwork one, and I snarl.

“Hand it over.”

He laughs, really laughs at me. “As Sukuna’s princess, you really think you can just get away with anything, hm?”

And that’s all it takes to snap my patience.

I vanish from their sight, using Essence to mask my scent and Energy. I reappear directly behind the patchwork curse, and swiftly slice off an arm, then warp myself into a tree.

The presence I felt has followed me, and I look down at the stitched arm in my grip. I peel the fingers back, and cough out a gasp as I come face to face with a Sukuna thumb. 

The three act immediately. Spikes of flesh are spiraling after me, followed by tendrils of splintering wood and bubbling magma. I hiss, jumping from one tree to the next, skillfully evading each attack. My priority now is taking care of this finger — I can’t let these nobodies get their paws on it.

One of the spikes lands a hit straight through my thigh, and I snarl. It locks me in place for an incoming branch attack, and it leaves me no other option.

“Domain expansion,” I hiss, bringing my hands together and making a bow shape. “Huntress’s Forest.”

The graveyard melts away, thick black trees beginning to spiral out of the ground. Tall bows that are nearly my height hang from branches, only accessible to me. Deer sprint through the woods, flooding every path with wildlife, bright flowers, and millions of curses that I’ve captured.

The trio yells as they’re bombarded with thousands of attacks from the curses in my arsenal. However, they fight back well, shredding plenty of them to purple bloodied ribbons.

I sit up on the top of a tree, pulling a dagger straight out of its trunk and beginning to sharpen it. I raise a hand, and all attacks end, leaving the three curses injured and standing in a small clearing.

“I want names,” my voice booms across the domain. “Your names. And everyone you work with and for.”

Patchwork bites out another laugh. “Well, aren’t you cute? Thinking you can domain us and we’ll just bend to your will. You’re hardly a special grade, and I have a feeling you’re a one or two trick pony.”

I raise a brow. “How many techniques do you think I have?”

“You’re half human, and only have whatever power Sukuna allows you. I’d bet on two.”

I snort, giving a little shrug. “Sure. Why don’t you try to break out of my domain, hm?”

Patchwork turns to the volcano asshole, elbowing him. “Use Coffin of the Iron Mountain. Put this bitch in her place.”

The volcano man remains silent.

A sly grin spreads across my face, and I cock my head to the side. “Speechless? Is Sukuna’s Whore a little more powerful than you had anticipated?”

“My name is Jogo,” he whispers, finally flicking his eyes to me. “And I’ll make a pact with you.”

I raise a brow, halting the sharpening of my blade. “Oh?”

“You release us three. In return, you keep the finger and we will owe you a favor of any size. You may call it in only once, to any curse we work with or for, however it must be something that can de done immediately, and will not involve the curse exorcizing themself.”

I click my tongue, tsking at them. “So many conditions. Are you really that desperate to escape my clutches?”

“Yes,” the third finally speaks, in a language even my ancient ears barely understand. “Mighty Queen of Curses.”

I frown.

Maybe I’ve accumulated enough power to be called that. Either way, I don’t like it.

“I’ll accept your pact, if none of you ever call me that again.”

“Done,” Jogo confirms.

I drop my domain, and the trees sink back into the ground, sky lightening once more as my wildlife dissolve. The three curses are gone in a flash, and I roll my eyes, slinking to the grass.

Once my feet are on the ground, I murmur a quick prayer to respect the dead that were trampled on this afternoon. The veil is still standing, and I head towards the street. 

The moment I exit out of the thick black curtain, I release a low whistle. Outside, there’s three black academy cars, multiple Jujutsu Sorcerer investigators, two ambulances — one with Inumaki, the other with Maki — a small field medical team, and Gojo and Nanami leaning against the hood of my car, speaking to the three first year students. 

The entire street flinches as I step outside, surely in the presence of the Sukuna finger that I now hold up in front of me. The veil rises behind me, vanishing into the sky.

“Someone come and take this before it leaves burn marks on me,” I drone, and an investigator immediately comes to my side to swipe it out of my grasp. They don’t like me being near the fingers, for fear that I’ll eat them or some shit.

Once that’s done, I head for the ambulance with Maki in it. It doesn’t seem like she’s going to be taken to the hospital, more like just looked over and hydrated.

I ignore the five and a half pairs of eyes on me from the direction of my car, hopping into the ambulance where Maki is sat up on a stretcher.

“How’re you feeling, kiddo?” I lean against the doorway, tilting my head to the side. 

“Fine. You saved our asses back there.”

“I’m proud,” I say, walking to her side in order to extend my hand and pat her shoulder. “You called for help when you realized that dealing with the situation on your own wasn’t feasible, which is one of the most important parts of being a sorcerer. Furthermore, you watched Panda’s back when he was down, holding your own against three special grades. I don’t care what your ID card says. In my eyes, you’re a semi-first grade sorcerer, well on your way to advancing to first grade.”

Her eyes water for a moment and then she blinks quickly, sniffing and giving me a serious nod. “I’m honored by your words.”

I smile, sitting on the side of the stretcher and holding my arms out. “Come here, kiddo.”

Maki leans forward, throwing her arms around me and pushing her face into my neck. I stroke her hair.

“If you ever need anything,” I continue, patting her head, “I’m here. Girl talk, womanly advice from a girl who’s been her for a millenium — anything, kiddo. Come to me,” I pause for a moment. “And you lasted the longest, so you get to drive the car.”

“Ahem.”

I release the green-haired teenager at the cough, turning to face the intruder. “Polite as ever, Nanami.”

“They want your report,” he gives me a long once-over as he holds out a clip board and pen. “You should probably get that leg checked out.”

I glance down, remembering that I was speared through the thigh. There’s a hole in my navy uniform. It seems to have shredded my flesh, given how much it’s bleeding — though in this form I’m anatomically full curse, so my blood vanishes before it can hit the floor. 

“Aw, shit, I was hoping it would kind of just heal itself,” I grumble, getting up and taking the clipboard and pen, hopping out of the ambulance. I completely ignore the way a wave of pain hits my leg in response to the impact. “Thanks, Nanami. I’ll write my report.”

“This should be considered overtime,” he says, following me as I walk to my car. “You came out here to supervise, and were ill informed of the scope of the mission. You were expecting maybe a first grade or two, not anything like this.”

I chuckle, hardly looking up from the clipboard as I scribble down the details of what happened. “I know, right? I’ll make the academy pay me extra. Although, they’ll probably object after they see the bill from this morning’s shopping spree.”

He steps in front of me, and I finally spare a glance at him. His blond eyebrows are nearly up to his hairline, and shockingly, he’s lacking his usual glasses. “The academy allows you to use their money for shopping?” 

“Mhmmm,” I laugh, putting a hand on his chest. “I’ll take you shopping one time, on their dime,” I wink, “they do anything to keep the big scary curse at bay.”

He cracks a tiny, itty bitty smile, turning on his heel to face forward once more. I go back to looking at the clipboard, flipping over the paper and detailing the curses I saw. I write at an incredible speed, putting some extra curse energy into my pen strokes.

I can sense when we’ve reached the car, and I stop, but keep my nose buried in my work.

“Can she even hear us?” Nobara asks, and my energy picks up on her nudging Fushiguro.

“I’ve never quite figured that out,” Gojo replies. “If you focus, you can feel her energy. She can sense we’re here, but I’m not sure how cursed energy works for sense-wise for a curse. Not sure if she can hear or see us.”

“Oh, she can hear us, isn’t that right princess?” that familiar third voice chimes in. It makes my spine stiffen, and I momentarily halt my writing. “See?”

I raise my pupils to glare at the mouth on Itadori’s cheek, and I throw him my pen. 

“Drive that into his mouth for me. That’ll shut him up.”

A stray thought crosses my mind — Sukuna is finally getting to see that ‘true form’ he had begged to lay eyes on. Although, right now I’m bloodied and disheveled.

“Oh, so moody,” Gojo purrs, peering at me over a pair of sunglasses. He has my car keys in his hand.

“Made me lose my focus,” I grumble, reaching for my keys. 

He pulls them away, up over my head. “Oh, you’re not driving. Not with that blood fest.”

I scowl, glancing down to my leg. “It’s already healing. It was bleeding much more earlier. It’s no longer dripping, and it just stings a little,” I hold out my hand, palm up. “Keys.”

“No,” he grins, folding the keys into his fist. “I think I’ll drive.”

“You just want to drive my sexy ass car.”

“You can finish your report on the way.”

“Over my dead body.”

“I think I can convince you,” he purrs, putting a hand on my hip.

I remain stone-faced. “No. You can’t.”

I’m not entirely sure how we got here, but Gojo is driving.

My car seats five, but on top of Gojo and I, Nanami and the three students needed a ride back to campus. 

Therefore, the first-years are in the back and I’m up front on Nanami’s lap. Neither of us particularly mind, considering that we share a bond over hating work and he agreed to help me with the form.

“Why do they make these so cryptic?” I grumble, leaning against the door. “And why do they keep wanting to know what techniques I used? They know I won’t tell them.”

“When’s the last time you slept?” Nanami asks, looking over my shoulder at the paper.

“Sleep is for mortals.”

I feel an extra eye on me, followed by a parting of lips.

I whip my head around, giving Itadori my best glare. Him and the first years were in the middle of watching Nobara — sitting in the middle — play some game on her phone.

“Itadori,” I hiss, pointing to the eye and mouth on his cheek. “You shut him up before he says something I won’t like.”

Nobara presses a button on her phone, and the trio slowly looks up to me — to my eyes, which I’m sure are glowing now.

“Damn,” the ginger girl murmurs, giving me a quick once over. “You’re scary as shit.”

“For real,” Itadori squeaks, covering the half-face with a hand.

Fushiguro and Gojo snort, causing me to scowl and look to the latter. “What’s so funny?”

“The more a person knows you,” Gojo starts, tapping the wheel. “The less scary you look, and more… how do I put it… angsty, with a side of slightly grumpy old curse?”

I stare at him for a very long moment, deciding whether I want to let my car be collateral damage in the earth-shaking attack I wish to unleash.

“You’re so lucky we’re in this fucking car,” I breathe, taking a deep inhale and pushing it out through my clenched teeth as I turn back to the paperwork.

He shoots me a heart-fluttering smirk, eyes sparkling with amusement under his glasses.

“Why were you asking if I’d slept?” I ask Nanami, resuming my leaned-against-the-door stance.

“Because your handwriting is off. And you don’t typically ask so many form questions,” he replies, pointing to a particularly lopsided letter ‘j’.

“Huh.”

“She does need sleep,” Sukuna’s voice chimes in, as it nearly did earlier. “Or she’ll get grumpier and her mortal body will wear down like normal.”

I don’t look up from the line I’m writing, but I murmur under my breath. “Itadori, I told you to keep him quiet.”

“Sorry, I’m trying— I can’t find the mouth—“

“Stomach,” I murmur.

There’s a rustling of fabric, and then Itadori snorts a short laugh. “How’d you know that?”

“You should start to be able to pick up on where they spawn with time,” I deflect the question. “The skin tightens a bit, and you can sense where his soul’s energy has planted itself in order to make the mouth in the first place.”

“Yeah, Itadori,” Nobara mocks. “Sense it. It’s not that hard.”

I melt back into my work, hoping to get it done before we reach campus.

“How do you know so much about the mouth thing?” Itadori asks, leaning forward to stick his head between the two front seats.

“Because I was like you,” I raise a hand, showing him the back of my palm. I force a mouth to open there, and speak from it. “Possessed when I was fifteen, by a curse of my very own emotion.”

“Woah!” Itadori grabs my hand, looking at the mouth. I let it melt into my skin, slowly looking over at him from the papers. “Did you force that?” He asks, flipping my hand over again.

“Yes.”

“But you don’t switch personalities or anything? No voices in your head? Just you?”

“Indeed. I can work with you, if you’d like. It’s extremely doubtful that you’d end up merging with Sukuna, and for your sake, I hope you don’t. But I can show you how to access more of his energy,” I press my free hand to my abdomen, where Athalia’s energy resides for my usage. “With more fingers, you may start to access his techniques.”

He nods, leaning back into his seat.

“Focus on your work, so you don’t have to go overtime,” Nanami grumbles, nodding towards the clipboard on my lap.

I nod, working on my last report paragraph. “Does anyone wanna go shopping?” 

Nobara gasps, taking the place where Itadori just was between the front seats. “I’ll go! If you pay.”

“The academy pays. I need to get my uniform tailored anyway.” I finish my reports, tossing my clipboard onto the dashboard and turning on Nanami’s lap in order to face everyone properly. 

“You shopped this morning,” Gojo chuckles, but turns to get off the highway and head into town. 

“That was for getting my Sukuna job done. This is for having to swat a trio of special grades. Fushiguro, do you wanna grab two more Switch controllers from the GameStop on fifth ave?” I nod toward the two new first years. 

He nods, a grin flashing across his face. “Are you gonna show them who’s the boss?”

“Hell yeah. I call Princess Peach.”

Nobara’s eyebrows shoot up. “You play Mario Kart?”

“She’s excellent at it,” Gojo jumps in, pulling into a parking garage. “Even though I had to show her how to hard reset her phone yesterday.”

The students start laughing, and Nanami stifles something that I’m sure is a snicker. 

I groan, “Okay, well they changed it. I used to just hold the power button, and now it’s all up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start.”

“How can you remember that but forget that google exists half the time?” Fushiguro asks, completely straight faced.

I stare at him for a moment, then burst into laughter myself, dropping my head into my hand.

Gojo pulls the car into a spot and puts it in park. “Alright, everyone out.”

I climb off of Nanami’s lap, grabbing my sunglasses from the glovebox as I go. I shift down into my full human form, shuddering as my injured leg twists into shape. However, it heals with the transition, and I give it a little shake.

“You shouldn’t change forms when injured. It really grates on your cursed energy,” Sukuna adds, opening a mouth on Itadori’s neck once more.

I glare at Itadori for a very long moment, waiting for him to shut the Curse King up. The boy doesn’t seem to even notice the mouth, talking to the other students about homework or some mortal child shit.

When he doesn’t notice my stare, I huff, speaking to the extra mouth in an ancient tongue. “I’d rather not be literally invisible to normies while shopping. Also, you should keep your mouth shut.”

The mouth laughs, and that turns Itadori’s attention to me. He parts his lips, then glances down to the mouth on his neck, and covers it. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Like I said, it’ll get easier with time,” I slide my sunglasses on, pushing them up my nose. “For now, try to keep him from convincing me towards slitting your throat.” A feline grins breaks across my face, not considering that the boy is likely not used to my darker sense of humor.

Hands are on my waist before I can stop them, and I yell as Gojo hoists me up onto his shoulder.

“Gojo!” I shriek as he lifts me, gripping his hair once he’s settled me onto his shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Carrying you,” he smirks up at me, eyes glittering. “You shouldn’t walk on that leg.”

“I just healed it. Now, if you don’t mind,” I try to pull off of his shoulders, but his long fingers have wrapped around my ankles. “I’ll steal your technique.”

“No, you won’t,” he chirps, and starts walking out of the garage.

I accept my fate, grumbling to myself nonetheless. I close my eyes, allowing my mind to begin to slip away while we walk.

“Hey,” Nobara’s voice cuts into my thoughts, and I look down to her. “I’ve just realized something.”

“Hmm?” I adjust my sunglasses, idly running my fingers through Gojo’s hair.

“Why is it,” she starts, glancing between everyone in the group. “That he’s Fushiguro, he’s Itadori, he’s Gojo, he’s Nanami, but I’m Nobara? Why are you first-naming me?”

I open and close my mouth for a few moments, trying to come up with an answer.

“Hey, why do you call me Gojo?” the man under me asks, cocking his head to the side as he peers up at me. “Why not Satoru?” It’s not the first time he’s asked me this question.

“I’m usually Megumi to her,” Fushiguro adds, shrugging. “I don’t know why she’s gone back to Fushiguro.”

“Because I’ve been on this earth for a thousand trips around the sun,” I spit out an answer, scratching the back of my neck, “so I can call you people what I want. And I’ve known Megumi since he was tiny.”

“You’ve known us for a decade,” Gojo gestures between him and Nanami, pouting now. 

I pick at a speck of invisible lint on my shirt, avoiding eye contact.

“A decade isn’t very long, to us,” Sukuna jumps in. “You’re practically a child.”

Gojo glances up at me, a wide grin hitting his face. “Is that why it took eight and a half years to convince you to-“

I clamp a hand over his mouth, shaking my head in warning. Gojo had practically groveled at my feet since the day he met me, sliding innuendos and flirty lines to me every chance he got. He was fifteen when he started trying to get me in his bed, and I only relented after a particularly difficult curse mission three years ago, when he had helped me save a few student’s lives and the only favor he asked in return was to get a chance at pleasuring me.

As it turned out, he was very good at it. And I found myself going back for more.

And now, Gojo is my best friend. Who I fuck. Nothing more.

“And you’re still an arrogant little shit.”

The students break into laughter, Fushiguro straight up punching Gojo’s infinity barrier.

“Let’s shop,” I grin.

Not thirty minutes later, I’m alone with Gojo. The students have gone off on their own, and Nanami got called to another mission, so Gojo and I are sitting in a coffee shop. 

Which is a little funny, because I don’t eat or drink like humans do.

Gojo sips at a coffee, his stunning blue eyes flicking around the room from behind his sunglasses. He observes everything: the barista, the window leading to the street, me, the book in my hands, my sunglasses, the slice of cake in front of him, back to me, to my shirt, to my hands, to my temporarily human ears, to the book—

“You keep looking at me,” I murmur, my own pupils remaining glued to the pages of this book I picked up. “Spit it out.”

He pulls his sunglasses off momentarily, greeting me with those sharp, turquoise eyes of his that damn near glow in the dim shop lighting. I catch his look in my peripheral vision, but the blurred angle is enough to tell exactly what he’s doing.

“Let me take you out.”

That gets my attention. My head jolts up from my book, promptly colliding with the wall behind me. I mutter a string of curses, raising my hand to cover the sore spot. “I think I misheard you,” I murmur, sparing a glance up at him.

His expression remains uncharacteristically serious, and he tilts his head slowly. “Go out with me.”

I sigh heavily, dropping my book with a thud. I cover my face with a hand. “I thought we were past this.”

“I stopped asking when I got you into my bed, because I thought that’s all I wanted,” he breathes, reaching out a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “You completely ignored me for hours this morning. I’ve decided I don't like that.”

“So you ask me out?”

“You are the one thing I’ve never been able to have. Today, I realized that it drives me absolutely, utterly and irreversibly insane, and—“

“You’re not thinking clearly, Satoru,” I declare, interrupting him with a firm tone. I push his hand away from my face carefully. I rise, snatching my book and tucking it under my arm. “Today was a long day. You can take the kids back with the car.”

“You called me Satoru.” His hand catches my wrist before I can leave. He looks at me with those eyes, those damned eyes, and I fear that if I stay any longer, my firm resolve will simmer into nothingness. 

“I’m rejecting you,” I breathe. “Let me go.”

He does, and I leave him there with something like hurt staining his beautiful face.

To be tagged on the next part, comment and ask!

[kirishwima]

JJK guys when you see them with someone else (but it's a misunderstanding, really)

Part 1 ft Gojo, Toji

Gojo:

Toji:

[ventique18]

"I can do all sorts of things for you... With your consent."

> reach the top shelf for you (new years)

> feed you a healthy meal (chef uniform)

> help you study for your exams (lab)

> row the boat for you so you won't get tired (jasmine silk)

> accompany you on a night stroll to keep you safe (dorm and masquerade)

[suiana]

thinking about a yandere who was cursed by the gods (something similar to medusa), not because he did anything wrong, but because they found him too beautiful and too tempting.

what was once a god of a man was now but... still a handsome man, just with cursed eyes. with eyes that turn anyone into stone the second he gazes upon them. everyone who he once knew were now nothing more than mere statues, having glanced upon his beautiful eyes that now bring death.

he has chosen to live in solitude, away from everyon- well, not really. it's just that the once lively place he lived in.... wasn't so lively after all. i mean, they all turned into stone 💀

anyway, he shut everyone out because #1 they were all dead and #2 he didn't want to lose another person that he loved. what better way than to just... not interact with society and become a social hermit?

enter, you.

little ol' you who accidentally wandered into his place. he was flabbergasted and terrified. shit, he didn't want to kill an innocent person! so he tried to scare you away by making weird noises and blockign off your path while simultaneously not showing his eyes.

but wow, you just kept coming closer and closer!

"stay back! i'm warning you! you'll regret it!"

he tried to cover his eyes, tears threatening to spill from them as he absolutely majestiv form trembled on the spot. man, was he really about to take the life of another innocent person who didn't deserve to get turned into stone??

then you told him you were blind and he felt the fear leave his body as fast as it came.

from then on, the two of you chatted daily, talking about your different lives and such. it helped him regain a sense of... normalcy that he thought he'd forgotten. it was nice having you around.

so much so that he actually started to develop feelings for you. feelings that were so deep and obsessive that others would've probably ran away. not you though, never you. you were the only one to stay by his side despite his unusal predicament. perhaps the gods were sorry for playing such a cruel fate on him and decided to give him a blessing?

wrong.

"sweetheart! sweetheart! it's a miracle!"

your voice snaps him out of his daze, filling him with a giddy feeling that he's come to love and crave. oh you are just so delightful! he swears he could just lock you up to coddle you in hugs and kisses for the rest of his miserable little life!

"darling? what miracle?"

he pauses, feeling his heart drop into his stomach the second you enter his room without your usual glasses on. wait... what are you-

"i've regained my sight! bless the heavens above i-"

"no! no! no! don't look!"

but it was all for naught. you had already turned to stone.

"fuck! why did this happen?! no no no.... please wake up. please, you can't leave me too!"

the beautiful man sobs, cradling you in his arms as his salty tears fall onto your now stone cold cheeks. he cries and begs, voice growing softer and softer as the sun begins to set. how could the gods be so cruel? what had he done so wrong for them to subject him to such a fate? fine! take away his friends! take away his family! but why did they have to take you too?

"please come back...."

things were only made worse because today was the day when he'd finally decided to ask you to spend the rest of your lives together.

[kiyoomiee]

one. two. three. four. five.

How can you avoid Sukuna if his door was directly in front of yours?

It didn’t help that you moved in during the hottest summer of the year.

You had to endure seeing him half naked, all the damn time.

You almost dropped your glass of water when he strolled in the kitchen wearing nothing but his sweatpants on.

He didn’t even look bothered, flaunting that muscled body of his with tattoos. As if he needed to add to the heat of the climate.

“You’re staring, girl.”

“I’m not.” Yeah you were, shamelessly.

“Tch, you walking around my house like that?” He eyed you from head to toe.

“You’re literally half-naked, Sukuna.” You frowned and defended yourself.

What’s wrong with your shirt and shorts? Oh right, you were not wearing a bra.

“Who says you can call me Sukuna?”

“You call me girl all the time! I have a name you know.”

“Yeah I know, but you are a girl too. And that’s all you’ll ever be in my eyes. Now go back upstairs and change your fucking clothes, you’re irritating me.”

“You can’t order me around like that! What are you, my father?”

“No, but you’ll be homeless without me.”

“Fine, daddy.”

You brat. You’ll be the death of him.

Sukuna noticed your little antics after that.

Purposefully wearing your tighest and shortest clothes around him. Brushing past him intentionally when you pass by each other. Looking up at him with those doe eyes fuck-.

He’s done nothing but notice you and it’s pissing him off.

Yuuji threw a pool party not realizing that Sukuna will get off early from work.

So when he stumbled upon you in his room alone wearing the most sinful bikini he’s ever seen, he’s done for.

All the smooth skin on display, how could he not look?

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” You jumped in surprise causing your boobs to jiggle slightly, which Sukuna was really aware of.

“S-Sukuna, Yuuji told me you kept the speaker in here. I was trying to find it.”

He walks up to you and you can feel the heat of his body because of how close he is. He’s caging you in.

“Hmm, is that right? Tell me girl, why would a fucking speaker be on my bed?”

“I-I was looking for it!” Your voice came out a pitch higher than you wanted to.

You were breathing hard. In this angle, Sukuna can see the tops of your soft tits with every breath.

Fuck, he’s losing his mind.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing? All those flimsy clothing and the little touches. You wanna try to seduce all the guys out there? Go ahead. But you can’t seduce me, girl. Don’t you even dare try.”

The way he says girl. So cold and detached.

Girl.

“Fuck you, Sukuna.” You stare up at him defiantly, not caring about the tears that formed in the corners of your eyes.

A laugh comes from him.

“You wish. Sorry sweetheart but you’re not my type.” He stares right back at you with a smirk.

Yeah, that kinda hurts.

But you didn’t move. The two of you were locked in a staring contest.

“Let me pass, I want to go back outside.” You broke the silence and relented.

Sukuna didn’t say anything, he walked to his closet and pulled out a shirt then threw it to you.

“Wear it, can’t stand looking at you with your tits out like that.” Fuck, what’s wrong with him?

Seeing you like this had him feeling like a horny teenage boy who’s seen a pair of boobs for the first time.

“It’s a pool party. Every girl down there is wearing a bikini. They don’t care about what I wear because they’re all with each other.” You threw the shirt back at him and went for the door.

“Besides, the only one staring at my tits in this goddamn house is you, Sukuna.” You stated before disappearing from his sight.

Fuck, ain’t that the truth?

——————————————————————

tags: @emyyy007 @thebumbqueen @domainofmarie @cheriiepies

[jazzmasternot]

He’s a red flag but red means good fortune and love in my culture 😘

[kyseya]

Yandere beast

This inspired by Beauty & the Beast.

————————————————

Yandere prince who has everything one could desire. He is royalty after all. There is nothing he cannot have and he is used to it being that way; the king and queen had spoilt him to no end.

Yandere prince who is mean and selfish. He treats everyone at the palace like dirt. He doesn’t even seem to carry much respect for his own parents. No, they’re used to give into his whims. The servants are all laughed at by him, he does not care when he sees the tears running down their faces at the cruel comments. His biggest talent may just be wickedness.

Yandere prince who does have one person he actually likes: you. You are the one exception. As the child of a servant, you too, were subjected to his bullying in the beginning. The people always had one of two reactions to him, either they stayed down and wept, or they started fuming. Both options were equally funny to the spoiled prince. However you surprised him, because you did neither. Whenever he was mean to you, you took it in silence before asking about his day. This bewildered him to no end. Why would you ask such things? It didn’t make sense. The more he bullied you though, the more intrigued he became. You were always kind, no matter the person; even to him. It was after that he decided he loved that about you.

Yandere prince who opened the door to a stranger. It was a heavy storm that night. If anyone were to be caught in it they would surely not survive. The stranger asked for shelter, and as payment the prince would receive a single rose. This made him scoff. The audacity some had. He turned them away as fast as they had come. Unfortunately for him this was no ordinary human. The stranger revealed themselves to be a magician. They told him they saw no love in his heart and therefore he should be punished for his cruelty.

That night his life changed for ever; now he was a monster. He sprouted fur all over his body, his nose grew into a long snout and a tail with spikes protruded from his lower back.

Yandere beast who has lost all his beauty. He was nothing other than hideous. Such a creature should surely be hidden out of sight. Not only did he lose his appearance that night, he also lost his status. The king and queen were horrified at his new form. This turn of event was not what they prepared for. Disgusted with him they sent him to a dreary little castle on the country side where no one would ever lay eyes on him.

Filled with despair he wallowed in shame; for his appearance and his situation. The only thing that could break the curse was if he learned to love someone and earn their love in return. Clearly, his parents did not believe the curse could be lifted, which was the reason they sent him away. They couldn’t have him at court anymore after all. Perhaps they were also glad to be rid of him once and for all.

Yandere beast who was all alone in his castle. He was left without servant or any gold. He was not used to a life without luxury. He thought he’d be alone forever and waste into nothingness, but he was surprised by you once more. You had come to the castle and chose to work there. When you’d told the king and queen of your decision they could not fathom why you would do such a thing when you were under no obligation to do it. You knew how horrible the prince was to all your colleagues, but you saw that underneath all that pride was an insecure young boy who wanted attention. It was not an excuse for his behaviour though. Still, your kindhearted nature made you want to help him.

Yandere beast who is elated with your presence. Now that he has company he is not as pessimistic. He always had a soft spot for you but now the fondness has turned into a full blown obsession. He loves you so much! When no one else was there for him and his life got turned into shamble, you stood by his side- willingly too! You weren’t frightened by his hideous form, no, you held his hand and stroked his snout without a care in the world. You were clearly the one to break the curse!

Yandere beast who does everything to make you fall for him and love him just as much as he loves you. Are you hungry? Good, because his transformation made him a great hunter! Are you in the mood for deer or rabbits? This monstrous prince can offer you a lot more than any normal prince or commoner human. No one can protect you as well as he can; his strength and sharp senses is the one upside to the curse. When the two of you marry, he’ll get back his title and whisk you away to a new castle. This one will be filled with the luxuries he bathed in before, and you’ll be forced to swim in them too whether you want to or not.

Could you ever love this beast?