#you know sukuna had to do it to em

[superflyingthing]

[neuvistar]

ASS, TITS OR THIGHS?

— featuring ┊satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊suggestive obvi, not proofread oops, cunnilingus, uhm uhm use of nicknames, riding, mentions of titfucking, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊jujutsu kaisen hyperfixation got the best of me guys i betrayed u all and accidentally became a gojo + sukuna liker i’m sorry. apology coming soon /j 😔

𖦹 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

let’s be real here.. i know damn well this guy is definitely a tit man. cmon it’s just this feeling in me that can sense this guy’s love for titties, he’s the number one tit lover guys im telling you! i bet gojo is def the type to stand behind you and tower over you) at random times and slowly slip his large hands into your shirt, squeezing your tits like it’s the most casual thing for him! of course you wouldn’t mind.. so you would just carry on with whatever you were doing. up until he nuzzles against your nape, inhaling your scent as his fingers tug and pinch at your sensitive nipples, smirking against your skin when he hears you whimper at his touch. this guy makes your head spin sometimes it’s actually insane. “ooh. they’re soft.” “that’s how they’re supposed to be, dumbass” ngl i feel like gojo would love your tits for the dumbest reason ever, like since he’s rlly rlly tall i feel like he would like your tits all because “they’re easier to reach” LMFAO he’s so silly! this guy probably love’s embarrassing you sometimes cuz he would grab your tits literally ANYWHERE (if ur fine w it ofc) in conclusion.. he loves seeing you all embarrassed whenever he brings a hand to cup your tits in his hand!

gojo here loves stuffing his face in your tits, he doesn’t care.. it’s the ocean he wants to dive into 2nite lol! anyways sometimes during sweet little cuddle sessions he would straight up pull you up by your hips and press himself closer against your body before leaning down to drown his face in the softness your tits, cmon.. can you blame him? but anyways! gojo loves your titties regardless.. big or small, small or big, he’ll still be willing to shove his face in ‘em! he definitely has a thing for titfucking, you just.. look so hot laying there all sweet for him, squeezing your tits against his hard cock while he thrusts in between them, trying his best not to overdo it. “f—fuck.. they’re so soft.. so perfect. no one has ever fucked your tits like this like i have right, angel? mhm? look at them.. s’pretty and all mine.” he pinched your nipples rather harshly, forcing a whine to leave your pretty lips. “all mine, yeah?”

𖦹 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

look me in the eyes and tell me toji fushiguro doesn’t look like the ultimate ass man ever, cmon tell me! are we really surprised tho? are we REALLY surprised? he looks like the biggest ass man known to mankind it’s not even funny at this point he loves ass he mfing does i tell you. this old hag probably steals a few glances at your ass from time to time whenever you wear a skirt.. or a dress for special occasions, toji cant control himself bro it’s not his fault you had allat back there.. it’s not his fault for looking it was an accident! (no it was not and you knew it) ngl the first time he caught a glimpse of your ass he probably said “damn.” so loudly, loud and clear for you to hear. “damn.” you heard a familiar voice behind you, glancing over your shoulder to see your boyfriend’s intense gaze at your bottom. “i knew your ass was nice but i didn’t know it was this nice.. damnn.” “oh shut up, will you?” idk abt u guys but toji is probably the type to slap it while you walk past him sometimes.. like it’s so unexpected you just straight up flinch and glare up at him, rubbing it to try and ease the pain bc i bet his slaps HURT sometimes

toji 100% a fan of you taking it from the back.. he loves it! i mean do i need to explain further? though he loves seeing your facial expressions to see just how well he fucks you but i feel like he prefers to see your ass and well-defined back. you have this man in a TRANCE. no matter how hard he tries to focus on you, his eyes always manage to wander down to your rear. he loves pounding into you mercilessly like there’s no tomorrow just to see the jiggle physics of yo ass because gahhh dayummmm he loves the way it moves, my guy probably spanks too i’m telling u this dude loves ass, especially yours.. it’s an unhealthy obsession at this point idk what to tell u 🤷‍♀️

𖦹 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

suguru def a thigh man, i don’t even know my reasoning but he just screams thigh man.. like he seems like the type to love them ykwim? like he just loves diving into them any time he gets, holding your thighs against his hands while he pushes them to your chest. he def loves eating you out just so he can feel your thighs caging around his head, he loves how soft they are, how warm they feel whenever he gives them a little squeeze. personally i bet this fucker is probably a lil crazy about your thighs, just a little bit! whenever you sit on his face, he pushes you even more against his mouth. his tongue is talented that’s all i have to say, suguru doesn’t give two fucks if he can’t breath against your overstimulated pussy, he wants you to crush him with your pretty thighs thighs.. he wants your thighs to be the last thing he feels + sees before he suffocates and dies a happy man! suguru would keep you spread on his face, not caring about anything else in the world but you and your plushy thighs around his head. buddy probably eats you out like it’s his last, squeezing and helping your thighs trap his face in between them. god, he loves your thighs

suguru wrapped his lips around your pussy again, forcefully pulling you even closer until his nose was bumping against your clit, was that even possible? “s—su.. suguru!” one orgasm, then the next.. and the next after that, he hasn’t even came up for air.. you were worried at how much your thighs caged around his head, worrying about suffocating further. you tried pulling yourself up, looking down at him as your lips quivered. “suguru you okay?—“ no. he was most definitely not! he was struggling 2 breath but he didn’t give TWO FUCKS!! “your thighs.. feel so warm around me. sit back down, princess. i’m not done.. ‘wanna feel your pretty thighs against me again.” “.. but are you sure? you were struggling to breathe i could feel it—“ “sit, princess. i said sit. do i need to repeat myself?” no siiiirrr 🙅‍♀️

𖦹 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

ngl out of everyone here nanami is the most “normal” and tamed if this question ever comes along, my guy would probably answer with something like “they’re just body parts. is there even a reason to pay attention to female assets?” uhm. no obviously not but they’re hot ++ the question is important smartass. tbh i feel like nanami wouldn’t really care, he just.. appreciates you for being there by his side, he wouldn’t really care much about your body and what he likes about it, cuz babe he loves everything about you! such a sweetheart! but in all seriousness, i feel like he’d really be into your tits for some reason.. i mean come on! sometimes if he’s feeling a lil extra EXTRA bold be would sneak a few glances towards your cleavage, swallowing the lump in his throat as he notices you didn’t have a bra on that day. nanami would literally fight for his life and try his best to restrain himself n his desires every single time he would see you in any outfit that shows your cleavage.

i bet there was this one time you guys were about to cook together n you needed help with the apron so he helped you tie it, but then his hand accidentally brushed against your breast LMFAO. poor guy would realize slowly after and start contemplating his whole life and life decisions, apologizing to you sincerely and that he didn’t mean to do that! “kento seriously it’s fine, i don’t mind! if you wanted to touch them, you could’ve said so.” “i told you it was an accident, love. it’s not like that at all.” you chuckled at him before grabbing his hand and slowly bringing it close to your tits, making him touch em as the soft skin of your tits melt into his palm. “soft right?” you cooed, wincing a little when you felt his thumb brushing against your hardened nipple. “..mm.” cmon kento ⁉️ don’t be in denial! accept yourself as a certified tittie liker!

𖦹 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

tbh this guy could love all three of these, like there is not a single part of you he loves more than the other but if he really had to choose.. he would probably be fond of your ass, making him a semi ass man despite him.. probably liking all three! but then again.. lemme just say.. i know an ass/tit man when i see one (n he looks like one but my pick for today is ass) poor choso probably caught himself looking at your ass for a whole minute and he had to slap himself for a second to get himself back to reality, he can’t help it! your body is so hypnotic to him. i bet he’s also the type to give your bottom little taps and pokes whenever he needs something from you (damn) ++ my guy is probably a fan of you taking it from the back also, just like toji! listen listen okay. listen. reverse cowgirl position. lemme tell u he gets SOOO flustered whenever you ride him with your back turned against him, bouncing yourself on his cock while he can’t help but look down at your ass and how much it moved (lolz!) and how well your cunt was sucking him in! choso probably the type to bring a hand up to pull your hair, running his fingers through your hair as he tugs your back to him with your back arched, planting soft chaste kisses on your neck

choso doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable in anyway so he absolutely refuses to even plant a lil smack to your ass, even just a soft one! he would hold himself back n wouldn’t do it unless you wanted him too! if you do.. expect a lot of them coming your way because i bet he loves seeing your ass jiggle LIKEEE ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY NO MORE i bet his cock would twitch inside you every single fucking time he would see the jiggle physics of your ass! like i said.. he’s a fan of you taking it from the back! jiggle physics go absolutely craaaaazy 😝🙏

[nomercyanywhere]

older stepbro sukuna and little bro you

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knowing him for years now you shouldn't be surprised by the amount of times he's left his used underwear in your room, but for the love of you god, you just cannot

"oh for fuck sake!" you yelled, stormed out of your room and into his. your greeted by him having no shirt on and wearing only grey sweatpants that hugged loosely around his waist. sat on his beanbag playing video games while munching on chips. "how many goddamn times do i have to tell you to quit leaving your nasty boxers in my room?!" you scold him again and again but he just yawns then looks at you with an annoyed expression. he got up, then walked towards you, he leaned against the door frame and grabs his undies from your hand. "wanna tell me why you have this? hm?" no. he was just teasing you at this point. "me?! you're the one who-! " you get cut off by him "no fuckin way, it's wet, were you touching yourself? on MY boxers? your brothers? pfft- you fucking pervert~!" he laughed at your face, all confused and irritated. "hah?! i did NOT!-" despite your yells, he continues laughing. you grit your teeth and slammed the door shut.

now, you're sure you don't steal them away from it, you've even seen him throw it in your room on purpose. but, you did secretly fuck yourself to the scent of it..

ugh, you plop onto the bed and thick blankets. trying your best to calm down, looking back at what happened, you noticed that he wasn't wearing any underwearbunder those pants. the outline of his cock was way too distinct. you could even see a vein. you wanted to touch it, rub it, shove your own face into his crotch and you hate yourself for thinking about scenarios like those. the anger you once had turned into you getting pent up, squeezing your legs together, and a visible wet patch on your cute undies. "i fucking hate this.." you whispered to yourself and started to pull your undies down.

kuna always barges in your room, locked or unlocked, he did it once and your lock broke. speaking of, it hasn't been fixed yet, leaving you vulnerable to his unwanted inviting himself in.

he was feeling a bit playful. so who to play with other than his cute brother? he smirked at the thought of it, then walked to your room.. your fingers play with your clit, pressing on it gently, flicking etc. as soft as your fingers were, you wanted to feel his calloused, thicker and longer one on your cunt. you bit your lip to suppress any sounds, and tried real hard to get off, the familiar sensation on your tummy when your about to cum keeps dissappearing when your near orgasming, causing you to start over again. you were so lost in it that "you're so bad this." you didn't notice him entering your room. you jolt at the sudden sound of his voice and immediatelym closed your legs. "what the fuck?! get out!" you threw your blanket over yourself and threw a pillow him, which he dodges easily. "why? you looked so cute trying so hard to cum" he scoffs at your laughable attempt at masturbating. he crawled on your bed "c'mon, i just wanna help my~" pulling the duvet away and slid his hand up your smooth thig "poor, desperate, adorable little brother~". he grabs both your legs, "spread em" you clicked your tongue and looked away, slowly spreading your legs open.

after that, you'd always come to him whenever you feel horny and needy.

"heh, who knew, i'd ever see you bouncing on my cock." up and down you went, dirtying his lap with pre. your hands on his abs for stability. but something else felt missing, like, you wouldn't be able to focus with out it. you look up at him, then tugged on the controller. "mn.. pay attention to me.." you whined. it was attention, you wanted him to look at you and you only. "hm? acting a little slutty bro~" he puts down the controller and turns the tv off. "and here i thought you hated me" he places both hands on your hips, they traveled to your ass, he groped and squeezed.

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a/n: tumblr, if u allow pseudocest with f reader. u should allow it with m reader too. also, a bit lots of typos i think? i wrote this while sleepy lmfao

[roseychains]

jjk men sorted into whether their doms or subs in bed?

Dom or sub? ~

A/n: there all switches okay so I can write anyone for anything BUT if I had to pick one this is how I’d sort em ;) oh and I’ll write for demon slayer now!

C/w: written by a minor!

Choso is a sub. He’s so pathetic. Firstly, he’s so inexperienced he literally couldn’t be on top if he tried. He doesn’t know anything about sex so he needs you to guide him through it. Not to mention, he’s also often scared of accidentally hurting you if he were to try to dom you in any sort of way. The human body is fragile, not at all like his body. He also just has such a soft and sweet nature to him, he doesn’t want to feel like he’s controlling you. Rather, he loves it when you take the lead, tell him exactly what to do, or use him for your own pleasure. It’s what works best for him. He’s so whiny too, sounds like a slut in bed.

You had him laid down on your shared bed, riding him while your hands rest on his neck for support, occasionally applying pressure.“H-hngh!~ don’t stop ahh!~” he whines, and you bounce up and down on him, sliding his member in and out of your cunt, taking him in fully then lifting up. “Yea? You like it when I use you?” teased, but with you riding on his sensitive cock, overstimulating him with penetration alone he can’t muster a response. Only letting out little pleas and cry’s, pathetic moans.

Gojo is a switch. Let me be clear, gojo loves the thrill of sex, and also loves to make his partner feel good. On one hand, he loves teasing you, making you cry on his cock. He’s so mean, giving you small touches until your begging him. He likes to get you worked up then overstimulate you. But on the other, he loves it when you use him for your own pleasure, when you either milk his cock for all he’s worth, when you edge him, or when you get the strap on and pound his ass. He’s down for anything, really, which makes him the most switchy switch out there. He would definitely switch roles in the same fuck session too.

You’d have his hands tied up to the head board, a gag stuffed in his mouth as you palmed and teased his cock, spitting on it and giving it a few rough strokes, bringing him close to that edge just to deny him again for what seemed like hours. His drool was running down his chin and tears wheedled up in the corners of his eyes, begging you to let him cum. You were so focused on his cock, you didn’t realize he had torn the rope binding his hands and tossed the gag across the room. He was quick to sit up and flip you over, aligning his cock with your hole. “Did you have fun teasing me baby? Let’s see how you like it.”

Nanami is a switch. Normally he is a dom because he loves giving. He likes bringing you too your high, without you having to lift a finger. Along side the occasional rough fuck you get when you act like a brat or when he’s releasing his stress on your poor cunt. However, sometimes he’s just really exhausted and wants to lay back, and let you use him to get off. He also hates to admit it but he secretly loves it when you are a little mean and rough. He’s so used to being the scary one, with how he’d built, so it’s a nice change of pace for him.

“Agh!~ kento so deep!” He was fucking into you in a matting press, bringing his hand down to press on the spot where his cock made your stomach bulge. “You feel that baby? I feel it too. Your doing so well for me.” He says the gentlest words while his pace is anything but gentle, manhandling your body and thrusting slow and deep, making you feel and take. Every inch. It didn’t take much longer till he came inside you, pumping you full of his cum. He pulled out and laid back, but you weren’t done yet. You crawled on top of him, and slowly slid down on him. “Gonna use me princess? G-go ahead. O-oh!~” you started bouncing up and down on him quickly, running your hands down to hold onto his shoulders. “You can keep goin right? Just lay back and let me take it from here.”

Sukuna is a dom. He’s the king of curses and full of pride and arrogance, of course he needs his power and dominant presence to follow him everywhere including the bedroom. The idea of being submissive to anyone, especially the one who’s role is to be submissive to HIM is utterly humiliating. If you ever suggest the idea he would absolutely punish you for it. It’s much more natural for him to take control, and have power over his partner in bed, have them bend and fold for him and him alone.

On all fours and a tight grip on your neck, he was using as leverage to pound into you with a ruthless pace. His words were mean, “take it, fucking take it. Yes just like that,” and his hands were mean, one choking you and pulling your back on his cock with the other gripping your waist and occasionally slapping your ass hard enough to leave red marks. But nothing was as mean as his pace, fucking into your body using you for his own pleasure, tip kissing your cervix threatening to spill his cum inside you.

Geto is a dom. Similar to Nanami, he loved to give, and equal amount of soft and rough treatment. Unlike Nanami, however, he is NEVER too tired to take control. He needs control in every aspect of his life, it helps him get is way so naturally he enjoys calling the shots in bed. Further, he is very much into bdsm and power play, so being in a dominant role absolutely gets him going. If you ever suggest to be on top, he won’t be mad or anything he will just decline with a condescending smile on his face. You and him both know you couldn’t even if you tried.

Your body was tied up in full shibari, red ropes suspending you from strong hocks on the ceiling, your legs forced open and at his mercy. He took his time just marveling at his work, admiring the knots and loops he crafted around your body, and finally taking a few careful steps forward and caressing your thigh, inching closer and closer to where you needed him the most. “Quit teasing! Touch me already!” His hand stopped in his tracks and he gripped your thigh with a stern, rough hand. “Watch that mouth. Be patient and you’ll get what you want. Keep up the attitude and I’ll gag your slutty mouth.”

Toji is a dom. He’s just, so big. It’s nearly physical impossible for you to exert any amount of control over him. He’s so muscular and tall, even if your bulky your just not as bulky as him. Further, his heavenly restriction makes controlling him even more impossible, as he has god like physical prowess. You are just a girl, of course you can’t even dream of trying to take the lead. It’s okay though he thinks it’s cute. If you ever floated the idea, he would be like. “Yea, okay. Let’s see you try.” You did not try.

He held you up, and was fucking you against the wall of the shower, not water dripping down your bodies. “Pussy’s gripping me so fuckin tight, you holding up okay princess.” With the way his cock is drilling to you, you can hardly make out any verbal response, nails dragging along his back, cracked moans slipping out your lips. “Hmmm? What’s that? Can’t hear ya sweets. Use your big girl words.” He teased, splitting you open with his massive cock, your smaller frame hardly taking in his girth and length.

[dilftaroooo]

₊✩‧₊◜ ── SUKUNA MEETING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

★ tags: aged up characters + sukuna is still in yuji’s body + fem!reader + suggestive content + university au + implied smut + sukuna calls u a "broad" + and he sends u d3ath thr3ats + then he wants u :D + hints of true form!sukuna + reader is a sorcerer + and pretty daring.

Just a random thought but I feel like the first time Sukuna meets you would be sooo interesting:

You are an outlaw–a label the Higher-ups deemed you as (to which you agree because it makes you sound cooler). Getting you to follow through with missions is damn near impossible when you're seldom there at the university but you're everywhere else; parties, bars, get-togethers with childhood friends, at that restaurant everyone's been talking about. Everywhere but there.

There are times when you do make your appearance. Although rarely, you can't just completely drop your presence. As much as you want to Gojo forbids you from doing so. Not because he likes being strict with you but because he hates getting an earful from the Higher-ups. You have curses to fight, people to save, and your level as a First-Grade Sorceress is what circles you back to that hell hole. They need you.

But it's depressing, you will say. I mean, how could it not be when all that you're doing is fighting deformed curses with haunting moans and shrilling screams as you exorcise them one by one while getting soaked in blood? That doesn't even sound good written on paper.

You deal with it, though. What can you do? Not much. All you can do is complete (some of) your missions and spend time with friends as an outlet.

That is until you heard about the new student or vessel–Itadori Yuji.

'Fascination' is an understatement when you hear about the new freshmen walking straight through the doors of Jujutsu University. Oh, you're familiar with the story: A simpleton, an ancient demon's finger, a snack? Call it the 'fool of the century'.

Of course, you went back to see the boy, are you kidding? He's the talk of the town. This is the most engaged you've ever been since your first year here.

Upon first glance, you already had him in your grasp; his cheeks were warm with your palms as you squished the pliable fat and your eyes were big when laying on his doe-like ones.

"No fucking way," You whisper incredulously. "You're actually the dude who ate Sukuna's finger. And alive too! Are you insane or are you insane?" A laugh of disbelief leaves you and all the poor vessel can do is blush in obvious embarrassment. He guesses he's the former and the latter.

You're a bold one. Everyone can agree with that. Even the fresh blood who just arrived at the school can say that. To confirm that the rumors were true you gaze deeply into Yuji's eyes as if to see Sukuna sitting lavishly on his throne through his host's pupils, attempting to find the curse yourself.

"So where is the guy? Is he hiding or something? I don't see 'em-" Sukuna is...intrigued, to say the least. Does this broad have no shame? Don't you know what he is–know what he's done? You speak of him as if he's an animal from a childhood fable. Though your brain has gone to mush you still had a confidence that these weak humans lack (save from Gojo). You're daring, he'd give you that.

Before Yuji can remove your hands from his sore cheeks, it appears Sukuna already beat him to it by materializing a mouth at the side of his face and biting your thumb with tough fangs. You yelp with a 'shit!' in the midst of it. Now your thumb is bruised with a subtle teeth mark, faintly traced with blood (and nearly ruining your freshly coated polish).

But your worrisome state would be put aside when hearing a discomforting squelch come Yuji's way as a crimson eye emerges from the cut on his cheek. It adjusts to the lighting of the environment, glaring at everybody in the room before stopping on you–your dumbfounded face.

"How dare you speak of me so lowly like I'm one of you pathetic humans? Would you like for me to be the first one to behead you once I'm in control of this body?" His voice boomed at you and you know you would've pissed yourself if the infamous curse didn't look like a cyclops on some twenty-year-old's face.

Not wanting to start too much trouble, you repelled your snarky comment. Putting your left leg behind you, you slightly bend your right knee and clasp your hands over the fabric of your imaginary gown to give a gentle bow–since you are but a lowly peasant.

"Apologies, your Highness. May my body and mind rot for speaking so poorly of you. I hope you find it within your heart to forgive me of my ignorance and free me from my unbearable idiocracy!"

Ok, maybe that was a bit snarky.

The faces of the people in the room were written with 'shock' on them, and so was Sukuna's in his own domain.

From there, things escalate. Sukuna's infatuation for your character starts to increase whenever you're around, and whenever you're not. Your bold stupidity, your witty remarks, your unfazed nature–it was all starting to grow on him like mold on bathroom tiles. On top of that, his corruption starts to show whenever he dwells on how much of an attractive woman you are.

You have a bangable body with plump breasts and a bouncy ass–a trait he's not accustomed to from this society but isn't against. Your curves are in the right places and you take good care of yourself. Maintaining the warm fragrance of vanilla to seep out your pores whenever you embrace Yuji. He can't help but taste you when you do and he'll never forget the cute squeal you released from glossy lips upon feeling his wet tongue glide vertically on your neck.

"(Name)?! What's wrong?"

"Ugh, Sukuna, you pervert!" A mischievous sneer forms on miniature lips as the aforementioned demon glares knowingly at you.

"Have this brat lend me control over this body and I'll show you more than just a lick to the neck, doll." You upgraded from 'broad' to 'doll' in just a matter of weeks. It was a rapid transition (not that you're complaining, at least you're on his good side). You feel like it was last week when he threatened your life by saying he'd rip your limbs from your body and gorge on your flesh before using your bones as toothpicks (maybe because it was last week).

You plague his mind. In a way one would say to their lover in those sappy romance stories people read. Some people would call what Sukuna feels as such.

But Sukuna doesn't love you. That isn't his forte. He desires you–craves you, as well as any unhealthy forms of want:

Wants to have your tongue follow the path of the inky marks on his skin before kissing him deeply, wants to feel the burning heat flow from you as he latches a hand on swollen breasts, wants to hear those moans riddled with lust once he impales you with one of his throbbing members-

His mind swirls with infinite scenarios but for now, he will wait. Wait until the brat gives him power. And once he does, he'll know the first person he'll go looking for.

[ickadori]

[cws] fem reader. violence -> sukuna beats up a coworker for you lol. fade to black noncon oral.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The dull sound of steel toed boots knocking against your wooden apartment floors come to a stop outside of your bedroom door. Your fingers pause over your keyboard as your stomach does a lurch, heart-rate quickening just a bit, and you save the essay you had been working on and close the lid of your Macbook.

“Ry..” Your voice dies out halfway through the call of his name, and you try again, getting no answer in return—no verbal one at least. The knob gives a quick turn and you flinch, and then there’s another thud, this one a bit lighter — a small thump of his boot against the door to push it open.

And there he is.

“Ryomen.”

“You left your front door open again.” His voice is rough, a slight drawl to it, almost lazy-like. “I told you about that.”

“Sorry, I forgot.” A crazy concept considering you’re a young woman living on your own, but you’ve had a lot on your mind the past few days, and your own safety was the last thing on your mind. Besides, Sukuna had showed his face around your complex a few times, and that was enough to deter most people from even looking in your direction for fear of getting his unwanted attention.

He chuffs and enters your room.

You look behind him to the darkly colored, boot-shaped spots that he’s left behind in his wake, and your teeth worry at your lip as you think about all the scrubbing you’ll have to do. He follows your gaze, head turning and angling down, and he clicks his tongue.

“What a mess.” He snickers, and you firmly press your lips together as he continues on, his steps slower this time, smaller, boots now leaving behind double the footprints because of his adjusted pace. What an asshole.

Now that he’s closer, you can make out the dark splatters of something on his jeans, along with the blooming bruises on his knuckles. The balls of your feet rest on the base of your desk chair, and you smooth your hands down the length of your thighs.

“Is it—are they…?” You trail off, not wanting to just outright ask it. You never liked to say it out loud after it was all said and done, yet you had never once struggled to get the words out whenever you first went to him, skin hot with anger and eyes sparkling with rage as you begged -demanded- that he do something about whoever it was that had managed to work you up so badly.

“Are they ‘dealt with’, as you so tenderly put it over the phone?” He finishes your question, fingers moving to lift the lid of your Macbook open. It hasn’t been closed long enough to require your password, and the black screens quickly flickers back on to display your half finished essay. “What’s this?”

“An assignment.” His finger makes a feint to tap at the delete button, and you yelp and quickly grab ahold of his hand with both of yours. “Please don’t do that.” The corner of his mouth quirks up as his eyes pointedly look at how you’re grabbing him, and you quickly let him go, thoughts of what those hands had likely did just a little while ago springing forth.

“I put ‘em in the hospital - nothing that’ll kill her, can’t say the same for her baby though.” Your stomach instantly sours, and a gasp forces its way out of your throat as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“Baby?” You croak. “She was pre—” You can’t finish the sentence, a lump instantly forming in your throat as tears begin to blur your vision.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you.” Sukuna barks out a laugh and you pause, expression still fixed into one of abject horror. “Or maybe she was, who knows—‘s not like I gave the bitch a pregnancy test before I broke her jaw.”

“Okay, enough.” You stress, fearing that you’d dirty the rug underneath your feet with stomach acid if he didn’t stop talking soon. While you may have envisioned all the ways he would deal with your bitch of a coworker two days ago, your argument with the outspoken women still fresh in your mind, you were calmer now, reasonable, not hellbent on revenge and willing to make a deal with the devil incarnate to see it exacted.

You thought he’d scare her a little -it wouldn’t have taken much, just a quick flash of his impossibly sharp canines and the sight of those black lines marring his otherwise handsome face would have done the trick-, maybe just toss her around a bit and take her wallet, call her a few names and send her on her sad way.

“Don’t get all mushy now. This was your idea, remember? You called me.” He looks over the trinkets on your desk, touching things here and there and invading your personal space all the while. You breathe in and catch a whiff of your coworkers signature perfume on his jacket, a scent that you had grown to hate, and you scramble to get out of your seat, only for a heavy hand to push down on your shoulder and keep you in place.

You make a noise of confusion and look up at him, but he doesn’t bother glancing at you, suddenly engrossed in the sight of a tattered, mini plushie that you had received as a gift years ago as a child.

“Where are you trying to run off to?”

“I—your money. I-I was going to pay you, for…you know…like I usually do.” His hand slips from your shoulder to the front of your neck and you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, watching as he finally looks down his nose at you, his lips twisted in that ever present smirk.

“I never asked for your money.” You frown, fingers twitching to push his hand away from you, but you curl them into your palm and keep them on your thighs.

“But you said—” His hand tightens around your throat just a bit, and your hands fly up on instinct to grab ahold of his wrist.

“I said you’d have to pay me, yeah.” He sighs out through his nose. “Never said how you’d pay me though, now did I?” His hand that isn’t squeezing at your neck suddenly fists your hair at the root and harshly tugs it back, the pained noise you make quickly being choked down. He looms over you, and Gods, has he always been this terrifying? You had always been wary of him despite Yuji’s never ending defense of his older brother.

“He’s not a bad guy, baby, I swear. He just got mixed up in some stuff when he was younger and did a few years.”

“He’s not mean, he’s just…well, I guess he is mean. But he’s not that mean!”

“He actually likes you, believe it or not…yes, I know he keyed your car but it was only because you double parked in the driveway and he thought it was Megumi.”

A rough thumb brushes across your bottom lip, and you’ve known enough men to know the look he’s giving you. You bristle, and he subdues it with a squeeze that leaves you coughing and pushing at his stomach. He takes the opportunity to push two fingers, pointer and middle, into your mouth, and you gag when a metallic taste hits your tongue, eyes widening and feet moving to kick at his shins.

“I’ve been wondering how it’d feel to have my cock in here,” he squeezes again, fingers pushing a bit deeper, “wondering if you’re as good as Yuji says you are.” You shove at him harder, and just when you build up enough courage to snap your teeth down against his fingers, he pulls his hand back from your mouth. You suck in a gasp of air at the short reprieve, only to lose your breath once again when his hand moves to his buckle.

“Let’s see if you can take it.”

[emphistic]

Em, lovely Em, how are you? Let me tell you I'm super proud of your progress so far <3

Soooo I'm here with a little proposition, two options for you to choose from...

1. (Low key) Princess treatment

2. Late night drive

With who else than the love of our lives SUKUNA RYOMEN!

-With love starlet★

A/N: hi hi hi, starlet, i am doing pretty good actually except for the new crack in my phone screen, but thanks for asking! and i really appreciate that — hard choice, but i choose option 2

The wind rushed through the open windows and pervaded the car. Your hair blew and billowed. And Sukuna watched you through the mirror as the moonlight fell upon your face, gracing your already blessed features, and goddamn, Sukuna thought you looked absolutely ethereal in the night.

The music blasted from the car’s built-in speakers, but he had already stopped listening an hour ago, more focused on staring at you.

“You cold?” Sukuna asked, in that deep, raspy voice of his — that you had grown accustomed to after these last few weeks.

“Mhm. Just a little,” you nodded, leaning onto the head rest behind you and turning around to face the man himself. Sukuna laced his fingers through yours on the console between the both of you, a warmth fluttering in your stomach in an instant.

This whole arrangement between the two of you. . . It all happened like a blur. You guys had met through a mutual friend at a college party and had hit it off ever since. What started as innocent tutoring sessions turned to friendly hangouts. Consequently, those turned to dates, and those dates led to now: present time — where you two were in relationship. A secret one, at that.

The mutual friend was Itadori Yuuji. Let me rephrase that, he’s your friend. But not Sukuna’s, because, well, they’re brothers, actually.

You didn’t mean to hide this whole thing from Yuuji, you just didn’t know how he’d react if he found out. Would he think you two were going behind his back? Would he accuse you of using him to get with his brother? You weren’t, and you never would try to get between the Itadori brothers. It’s just . . . you felt guilty about this whole relationship thingy. You loved Sukuna, you really did. And you loved Yuuji, as a friend, of course. But, you didn’t want to cause any misunderstandings or any problems, so you and Sukuna came to an agreement about keeping this under wraps.

However, unlike you, Sukuna couldn't care less if his younger brother found out about the both of you. But choosing to respect your wishes — like the good boyfriend he was, he would keep things low key, just for you.

So, late night drives like these were one of the only opportunities the two of you had to have time to yourselves, without having to worry about any younger brother finding out.

Sukuna pulled up into an empty parking lot; you guys usually drove around for an hour or two, listening to music, before parking the car and chatting to your hearts’ desire.

“So. How was your day, baby? Anyone bother you? You don’t look too happy. Do I need to kick somebody’s ass for ya?” Sukuna turned to face you, but like always, you shied away and avoided his gaze.

“Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you.” Sukuna hooked a finger under your chin and lifted your head to meet his eyes.

“That’s better. Keep your eyes on me, pretty girl.”

You complied, though your eyes flickered between each of his, contrary to his unwavering stare.

“My day was fine. I just . . . I’ve been thinking about your brother: Yuuji, and—”

Sukuna rolled his eyes; you paused. “You’re seriously thinking about another man right now? Even when I just asked you how you were doing? Can’t believe this shit.” Sukuna scoffed, though you knew he was only joking. Or so you hoped. . .

You cheekily giggled. “C’mon, ‘Kuna. Don’t be that way.” You cupped the side of his face with your free hand; he leaned into your palm, placing a tender kiss upon it.

“Anyway, as I was saying.” You cleared your throat. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea to continue what we’re doing . . . together.”

At this, Sukuna lifted his face away from your palm, his hooded eyes staring back at yours, waiting for you to explain yourself.

“Fuck you mean this isn’t a good idea?”

“I—how would Yuuji feel if he found out? If we told him now, he would probably ask why we didn’t tell him earlier. And then what would we say? That we didn’t even plan on getting into a relationship in the first place? And we were just friends with benefits?”

“Do you want to tell him?” Sukuna pursued.

“I . . . don’t know. I mean, we were just fucking around earlier. And then we got exclusive. And . . . I thought you weren’t really looking for an actual relationship. As boyfriend and girlfriend, I mean.”

“That’s complete bull. Don’t let me catch you saying that crap ever again.” Sukuna grabbed your face in his hand when your eyes started to drift elsewhere. “You’re the only girl I would ever even think about dating. You hear me? So get that shit out of your pretty little head.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “Okay.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear. Anywho, go on. Tell me about your day. I’ve been longing to hear your voice ever since I started my shift.”

“Oh, please.”

“Deadass.”

You started to talk about your classes, your annoying professors and their annoying assignments, your lunch that took ten minutes to arrive at your door, you told Sukuna everything. Well, you were planning on that. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure start to approach the car. Though they were still a long distance away — fortunately — they were getting closer, and Sukuna didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy listening to you speak your heart and mind.

Your eyes widened, and you shook Sukuna’s arm, as if to get his attention. Which, in that case, did nothing, really, because his undivided attention was already on you, but maybe you forgot. Silly you.

“Babe—babe, I think there’s someone in the parking lot.”

“No shit.” Sukuna let out a laugh.

“No, like, besides us. I think they’re getting closer to the car.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, assuming your eyes were just playing a trick on you, but then he saw it. He saw what you were talking about.

There was indeed a person — a man? Perhaps so. And they were quickly approaching the vehicle. In the light of the posts, it could be detected that he was wearing nothing other than black and dark colored articles of clothing.

What the hell?

All the shops and restaurants in this area were closed, save for the 7-Eleven, but that wasn’t as relevant. There were no cops or cop cars, nothing, so who was this person? And what did they want?

“Kiss me.”

“What the what? Are you okay?”

“Damnit, always making me have to do everything these days.” Sukuna grabbed your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks together in the process, and messily slotted his lips against yours.

Your lipgloss smeared across his mouth and even added a little shine to it, but neither of you paid attention to that.

And albeit a little surprised at first, you melted in Sukuna’s hands and kissed back sooner or later. You guys moved against each other like rabid animals in heat, well—Sukuna did, you were a little more civilized than the pink-haired man. Which wasn’t a new thing.

But could you really blame Sukuna? When he tasted you against his lips, he nearly went feral right then and there. You were as sweet as the day you guys first indulged in something like this together. The real reason he started calling you ‘sweet thing’ in the first place.

While trying to catch your breath, you murmured against his lips, not yet pulling away, “Is he—is he gone now?”

You felt Sukuna smile against your lips, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards.

“Been. Been gone, sweetheart. For probably a few minutes now. Coward turned into a straight pussy. I saw his face; he looked ‘bout ready to piss himself when I shoved my tongue in.”

You pulled away — emitting a disappointed groan from the man — to fix your messy hair and overall disheveled appearance altogether, before moving to wipe the remnants of lipgloss off Sukuna’s face. He, in turn, only pushed back his hair, not really caring about how he looked on the outside.

Let people know, let people know he just made out with his favorite girl. If he really felt like it, he would even make a full PSA for the world to see.

“So. . . You still want to stop this thing between us?”

“Oh, shut up.” You delivered a light slap to his arm, before attempting to stifle your growing grin.

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[chososlittlecrybaby]

₊˚⊹♡ CALLING JJK MEN DADDY!

WARNINGS : spanking, back shots, missionary, dacryphilia, mean!nanami, squirting, size kink, choking, breeding kink, public sex, cunniligus. fingering, thigh riding, reverse cowgirl, double penetration(sukunas part) pussy slapping.

GOJO, NANAMI, CHOSO, SUKUNA, GETO

GOJO SATORU

“Pretty girl.. you need to be quiet. Yaga is next door.” Gojo said, sliding his middle and ring finger through your wet folds. You grip onto Gojos hair, yanking it. “It’s hard to be quiet when you’re literally playing with my pussy.” You spat back. Gojo then stuck both of his fingers into your dripping cunt, taking his thumb and gently rubbing your clit. You became a mess in mere seconds. You slapped your hand over your mouth, squirming under Gojos touch.

“Stay still and stop moving.”

You shivered, his voice sending butterflies through your stomach. Gojo sped up his violent movements in your pussy. Tears started to come out of your eyes. You shut your legs, trying to catch your breath. “Open ‘em back up pretty girl” Just as he said that, He wiggled his fingers in your cunt. It took you over, you opened your legs and let out a loud moan, not giving a care in the world that Yaga was a wall away.

Gojo gave you a kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You reached down to grab his wrist. “D-Daddy it’s t’much.” You whined. Gojo stopped all his movements. “The things you do to me girl” Gojo said, his dick now rising up against your back.

NANAMI KENTO

“D-Daddy I’m sorry!” You whined. Nanami slapped your ass again. Flesh turning red from the rough treatment. “Pretty girl, you know better than to act like that with me.” He said, hand coming down to your ass again. You cried, it hurts, but it hurts so good. “I-I’m sorry nami.. I won’t do it a-again!” You jolted mid sentence feeling nanamis hand slap your ass again. “Lay down f’me girl.” You turn over and lay on your back, spreading your legs open.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy.” He said, slapping your clit. “ you arched your back off the bed. Nanami takes his dick and lines it up with your cunt. He pushes in stretching you out instantly. “Ooh shit.” You moaned, going to rub your clit to ease the pain. “Daddy you’re so big!” You cried out when he began to move. “Fuck.” Nanami groaned and the tightness. “Gonna teach you some fucking manners.”

CHOSO KAMO

You grabbed on to chosos shoulders grinding your pussy onto his clothed thigh. “You got it mama.” Choso said, voice deep and reaching. You shook from the cold air in the room. “Choso I wanna cum.” You said pouting. “You wanna cum pretty girl? You think you deserve it?” He said, hands on your waist moving you faster on his thigh. “Yes daddy, please!” You said, tears in your eyes looking at him.

He took his hand, softly caressing your face. “Go ahead mama, make a mess on my thigh, show me how much of a slut you are.” Choso whispered in your ear. That’s all it took for you to crumble apart on his leg. You immediately squirted on his thigh. His sweatpants wet and his white tee.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You usually called him king, but today he was hitting your shit exceptionally good.

“Oooh, fuck! Daddy slow down!” You cried. Sukuna had both of your arms behind your back while giving you straight back shots. Both of his dicks filling you up real nice. Sukuna took one of his hands and grabbed your neck pulling you back towards his chest, while another hand went to play with your clit. You were a crying mess. “What a pretty sight to look at.” He said. You looked at yourself in the mirror displayed in front of you. For some reason, you came. The sight of you being manhandled and tossed around by the king of curses, made you cum.

SUGURU GETO

“Let me cum in you.” Geto said, watching you bounce on his cock. “Watching you bounce on my dick like this is making me wanna make you a mommy baby.” He grabbed your ass and slapped it. “D-Daddy you feel so good” you said, hips stuttering from the pleasure. “Fuck. Keep going girl.” You happily obeyed. You sped up your pace, not going too fast but not going too slow either.

The feeling was so good, you let out a loud moan before cumming on getos dick. Pussy tightening around him. Geto moaned. “Please cum in me daddy I need it!” You begged. “Okay pretty girl. Ima make you into a pretty mommy. Walking around with my children. Fuck.” Geto said, cumming deep inside you, not pulling out until all of his nut was deep inside you.

DIVIDERS FROM!!!

@cafekitsune

[dilfl0v3rss]

the horrible brother

choso was a horrible brother…

because he was never on time. he missed yugi’s first basketball game of his senior season and was so late to his champion ship game the security guards almost didn’t let him in. thank god sukuna was there to let them know he was family. speaking of sukuna, choso was never on time to his football games either. always having some type of excuse instead of taking responsibility for himself.

“m’sorry bro i got caught up at work”

“next game i’ll be here thirty minutes early”

choso was a horrible brother…

because even though he was the eldest, his brothers had no choice but to learn life’s lessons from each other instead. never getting that big brother talk since choso moved out as soon as he turned eighteen. yugi now deals with his his emotions by trying to overwork himself on the court. and sukuna… the poor man doesn’t know how to communicate without throwing insults or his fists.

choso was a horrible brother…

because he disguised his true reason of coming to his brothers shared apartment. saying that he just wanted to spend time with them when he was really coming to ogle at you, his little brothers pretty girlfriend. sukuna couldn’t possibly know what to do with a pretty little thing like you. your mini skirts were always nice and tight, riding up your ass as you stood on your tippy toes to grab something from the top shelf. choso’s dick couldn’t help but jump as ge watched from the living room.

“kuna don’t just stand thereeee! help meee” he quickly reverted his eyes to his phone when he caught sight of his younger brother entering the kitchen. a chuckle rumbling from sukuna’s chest as he pressed his big print against your ass, looking down at your big brown eyes with a smirk. “what d’you say mama?”

you looked away shyly before he slid his palm under your chin, forcing your eyes to stay on him as he pushed his hips into you and little harder.

“p-please baby?”

choso was a horrible brother…

because he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t resist you any longer when he seen you walking around the house with a big t shirt on.

“kuna’s at practice. wont be home til around nine” you mumbled as you dug in the freezer. back arched to perfection as you looked deeper and deeper for your favorite ice cream bar. choso had came there looking for sukuna to return the controllers he borrowed, but he couldn’t help but stay a little longer when he noticed your lack of underwear.

“mmokay. i’ll just wait for em right here” he said, taking his seat on the couch before glancing at the time on his phone. it was only 6:30. he laid his phone in his lap, only then realizing that his dick was rock hard. he was so nervous that he didn’t even notice, and you didn’t make it any better. prancing over to the couch and taking a seat right next to him before grabbing the remote and putting on the princess and the frog.

pretty lips sucking and licking all over the melting ice cream. delightful little moans left your mouth as you happily enjoyed the taste of the strawberry flavor. choso didn’t even notice he was staring until your voice pulled him from his trance. “y’want some?” you said with a giggle as you watched the much larger man next to you struggle to get words out.

“y-yea…yea s-sure”

choso was a horrible brother…

because he couldn’t say no to your pretty little face when you asked him to hold your ice cream while you got on your knees and sucked his soul from his dick. the creamy substance sliding down his hand and dripping on to the couch as sexy moans flew from his plump pink lips. you released him with a pop before giggling at the disheveled state of the man in front of you. “you’re making a mess papa” you said as you moved the melted ice cream towards choso’s mouth, watching it drip from the corner of his lips while you started slowly stroking his dick.

he didn’t even stop you when you slowly moved on top of him, taking the clean stick from his mouth before letting your tongues dance with the ice cream still present. jumping from his tongue to yours as you lined his dick with your entrance.

“you gon make a mess on papa’s dick baby?” a smirk planted on your face before the two of you moaned into the air. your tight walls caressing his dick just right as you slowly sat down on him.

“mhmm. wanna make you feel good”

choso was a horrible brother…

because not only did he fuck your brains out while his brother wasn’t home, he left you with a little cream of his own. smirking while watching it run down your thighs as you gave his brother a sloppy kiss at the door when he got home from practice.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Ryomen Sukuna, funny, “Oh, fuck, you’re a demon, aren’t you?!”

I like to think that Sukuna hates being called a demon on principal, so I quite enjoy this one lmao. this one is pretty cannon divergent as it, straight up breaks the rules of curses in jjk but...eh, I'm here for fun lmaoo.

Now Presenting...

starring: Ryomen Sukuna, who is Not A Demon, I'm telling you!!!

You weren’t sure of a lot of things in this world. You weren’t sure about what you wanted from life, or where it would take you. You weren't sure if you were reaching your full potential to find your true purpose, or if you even had one. You really weren’t sure how to do your taxes. But you were absolutely positive about one thing: Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t human. Probably. You didn’t really have any strong evidence to prove your theory, and you didn’t really know the details of what he would be if not human. But, it really did not make any sense for him to be human. 

Those were the thoughts going through your head as you sipped your drink and watched him. This fight was going a little too easy for him. You would think that a four on one fight would go in favor of the four, but not with Ryomen. When Brad (at least he looked like a Brad) bumped into you, Sukuna was eager to fight. When Brad called the Kyles (at least they all looked like Kyles) to his side, Sukuna was down right giddy. Now, it had been awhile since you last checked, but as far as you knew, most mortal beings weren’t absolutely stoked to be outnumbered in a fight.

 You watched from a safe distance as an audience formed around the fight, the back yard of this house party turning into a no rules MMA match. You saw how his arms flexed as he slammed one of the Kyles head into Brads, the blood shooting out of the victims noses from the impact. You noticed he was holding back. He was making sure no one saw him turn their skulls into cherry pie filling, least the cops get called. But what mortal man had the strength to smash someones head into red mist with their bare hands?

Brad collapsed to his knees after the attack, and with the pack leader down the other Kyles had no direction. Wanting to keep their blood firmly in their bodies, they scattered, like roaches when the kitchen light comes on. Only there was only two of them left, so it was fairly easy for Ryomen to grab one of the men and throw him into the other. The group of drunkards cheered at the brutal display of violence, but you couldn't help but wonder how he had moved to grab them that fast. Almost as if he had super speed. 

Once the job was clearly done, he jogged over to you, laughing with other party goers as they congratulated him on a job well done. “Hey, we gotta go,” He said, wrapping his arm around you while you finished your drink, “One of those assholes are for sure going to call their daddy to have em sue.” He joked. You nodded, throwing your cup into one of the outdoor trashcans. This wasn’t your scene anyway, you greatly preferred concerts- like the ones you actually met Ryomen at. But you came to these parties for him, and he came to them for the promise of violence that came with them. Or, maybe violence just followed Sukuna around. Either way.

“Yea, this place smells like piss and cheetos,” You said as you followed him out, “Kinda what I’d imagine a Call of Duty lobby would smell like in real life.”

“Makes sense, I’ve heard like four people talk about the “party ratio,” this place is full of incels.” He agreed.

“Why did we come here again?” You questioned as the two of you walked out of the house. 

“Free booze and free entertainment.” He grinned. The two of you walked to your car, but he got in the drivers seat. Which, yea fair, you were pretty slozzled at this point. You got in the front and handed him your keys. The two of you drove around with the windows down for awhile, no doubt to try and sober you up. It was quiet, but not awkwardly so. Don’t Fear the Reaper played softly on the radio, and you felt a strange peace. 

You looked at Ryomen, hair blowing in the wind while he smoked out of the window, singing along softly to the old song. There was something so strangely beautiful about him. His sharp face tattoos accentuating his sharp features, his muscular form highlighted gorgeously by moonlight. His (you’d like it noted for the record: supernaturally) red eyes looked almost gentle in the dim light. He looked at you and flashed you a breathtakingly sharp grin. 

“What?” He asked with a giggle too soft to come from him. He had almost a weird..glamor to him. Something that you had only read about in cheesy early 2000s paranormal romance novels. You know the ones, derivative Twilight knock offs focusing on shapeshifters and demi-gods, angels and-

Oh Motherfucker!

“Oh, fuck You’re a demon, aren’t you?!” You accused, sitting straighter in your seat. It wiped the grin off his face only to very quickly replace it with a look of confusion.

“What?” He asked, this time with less playful mirth and more genuine confusion, and maybe a little bit of offense for a little bit of spite. 

“You’re a demon!” You yelled again, “You’re super fast, super strong, super hot-”

“Thanks.” He interrupted,

“You’re a demon!” You shouted louder this time. 

“I’m not a demon Y/n.” He scoffed taking a drag from his cigarette, “Demons follow a judeo-christian definition of religion, which  is not real,” he rolled his eyes, “The concept of angels and demons, heaven and hell, it’s about as real as the concept of the easter bunny or inflation. It’s something entirely made up by humans for humans to make their lives harder and have an excuse to feel better than other humans. It’s not actually A thing.”

“Then what are you?!” You demanded, “You keep calling us humans, implying you’re not, so what are you!”

“I’m a curse.” He said it as if it was obvious, like he thought you knew. It kinda stunned you. You didn't expect to get a confession that easy. “I’m the King of Curses to be specific.” Ok, the pride and smugness he said that with definitely implied it should mean something to you. It didn’t.

“Is that like, being the lord of the flies?” You asked.

“No, I’m not a fucking demon!” He growled in frustration, “Those aren’t real, I’m a curse!”

“Well then, what’s a curse?”

“A curse is a spiritual being that’s essentially made entirely out of negative emotions. Fear, loss, loneliness, anger, all of it comes together to make us.” He explained quickly, as if it was all common sense.

“....So a demon?” You clarified. He hit his head on the steering wheel, one quick hit, before regaining his composure.

“No, not a demon.”

“It sounds like a demon.”

“Well it’s not!”

“Well whats the difference?”

“I’m real!” He snapped, finishing his cigarette and throwing it out the window. Which, fucking ick, that's littering.

“I don’t know man, that's kind of a weak difference,” You pointed out, “That's like saying that cake isn’t real because I made a sweet, fluffy, chocolate flavored bread covered with icing. Like, you can call it bread all you want, it’s still cake.” You argued, trying to point out the flaws in his argument.

“Cake is fundamentally different from bread, Y/n” He laughed to keep from crashing the car. Why did he keep you around again?

“Then what is the fundamental difference between demons and curses?! And don’t say religion, demons are found in countless religions and mythologies, Oni’s have been around way longer than christianity!” You demanded, pointing a finger at him with wide eyes so he knew you were serious.

“The fundamental difference is…it’s-” Oh shit, he was actually struggling to find a solid answer. “It’s different okay!” 

“Aww, baby, do you not want to admit you’re a demon?” You cooed, leaning in and pursing your lips at him in mock pity. He white knuckle gripped your steering wheel and refused to look at you.

“Talk to me in that tone of voice again and I’ll show you what a demon is.” He warned, low and dark. It sent a chill down your spine, sending your inner prey animal into an anxious tizzy. That deep primordial panic couldn’t distract you from the fact you won though.

“Ha! So you admit it! You are a demon!” You laughed.

“I didn’t admit anything!” He snapped.

“Yes you did, yes you did! How are you going to show me a demon if you’re not one, checkmate Atheist!” You sang between fits of giggles.

“You are the one person in the world that would keep fighting me after I threaten them, do you know that?” He sighed, shaking his head. He remembered why he kept you around. You were the only person left with the balls to challenge him.

“So you admit you’re a demon?” You asked, wanting the gold metal. He groaned.

“Yes! Fine! Sure! Whatever! In your incredibly small human experience and definitions, I suppose I could be considered something akin to a demon, I fucking guess! Are you happy now?! Is this what you want?!” He yelled. You grinned and nodded. 

“Yea, that’s all I wanted. We can drop it now.” You shrugged, relaxing into your seat again.

“Thank you, Jesus fuck,” Sukuna grumbled, using the opportunity of a stop sign to light another cigarette before driving again. There was a tense quite that fell over the car. For all of 2 minuets before you broke it.

“Can we go to What-a-burger?” You asked.

“Oh yea, I’m already on the way there.”

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Jjk headcanons/fan theories/ random thoughts/random facts

I made this in a few months time so its prob repetitive

Tsumiki went into her year and 7 month long coma when megumi was 13-14 years old meaning tsumiki missed her sweet 16 :( (she’s a year older than him)

Toji was a good dad in the end (both times) bc he was already dead and told Gojo to take Megumi as a F u/later fix the alliance’s of the clans and to make sure that Megumi would be protected, fed, housed, and taught sorcery bc toji damn well couldn’t much less protect his kids from curses anyhow.

Noaya (and the men of the Zenin clan) abused Mai and maki bc they’re women (implied SA) noaya hinted at asking to beats em up like he used to (could be implied bc he called them hot & Mai has the same face) but he was also possibly teasing since Mai just 💀 but there’s no way he could have known that

It’s worse to be a male Zenin with no cursed energy bc then you’d be absolutely powerless, useless, worthless, etc. no other clan woman would want you and your fam would never coughed for you much less protect you bc why do they have to you were born a Zenin and yet…

So we know Kokichi Toji Mai n maki all were hit with HR but it was just a double whammy to also be twins? Yes. HR hit Toji so hard bc he was the first to be without cursed energy but then Nanako and Mimiko, bc they’re fraternal twins that that’s possible they’re able to both have CE?

Kenjaku stayed in Iori for so long that his stitches healed I’m guessing he planned it all (or saw hat happened which is why he chose Jin (bc there’s no way that’s random) and killed Jin and went to Geto when it was time (did Ken know about the KFC break up too??)

maki had no CE but still couldn’t get in tune with her full potential is bc Mai was there this the twin HR is f’d but there’s probably more chance one could 💀 the other to become powerful but in this instance it was about sacrifice and distance love. Different paths yet they were “the same person” so that’s only with identical twins?

sukuna loves to eat and is a cannibal and lactates and has 4 arms, 6 mouths or more, 20 fingers, many eyes, 4 legs, 10 toes, 3 heads, hopefully 9ft tall in his monster form…. 

stg toji had his divorced dad rock on religiously (nickel back fan don’t even start w me, weezer son nickleback dad)

nobara gonna be used in some way theres no reason to have her status as unknown of not to edge us istg I’ll even take a cursed spirit piloting her to mess with Yuuji more and she’s part of sukuna or some even worse group they gotta fight after the culling game arc

after chapter 253 are maki and yuta dead?? Hopefully Yuta was eaten but on Yutas birthday gege thats foul (I love it) 🫣🤩

It’s past ch253 and we’re waiting for 3/24 for the next chapter but I heard yuta yelled at Hakari to shut up with cursed speech? Or was that earlier 

Maki Mai and Megumi and Tsumiki met probably around the time tsumiki went into that coma/megs entered jjk no wonder hes so formal//doesn’t know them well he was under gojos protection for so long

some jsckass said mais first love is unknown or megumi are you dumb shes in love with her sister no sister kissed the other to give them a sword cooly and die she literally just wanted to be with her no matter what to go to the ends of the earth it didn’t matter as long n as maki was with her but maki knew Mai’s potential to be better than her so she tried to make herself better, leaving Mai behind in the process and they still never hated each other even after all the time away.

mai likes to take care of cacti/the clan favored her over maki bc she has at least some CE//weve only seen maki being affected by her family's rejection (jjk0 makis mom said shed wished shed never have given birth to her as she was a failure and same girlie but my mom chose any and everyone to compare me to) but Mai either didn’t see herself special in that way and put the blame on maki or dealt with it in her own way (maki vs the fam excluding Mai and Megumi // whereas Mai’s version US against the world)

if choso is yuujis brother and kamo is one of chosos distant family, that would mean Yuuji, Choso, Yuki, Todo, and Kamo are all "Brothers" I love the thought of them being super cool and scary together with their cute yuki & Yuuji golden retrievers in a Doberman family

the same people who ship yuki and choso also ship utahime and gojo or shoko and gojo yall have NO comprehension skills at ALL or cant believe men n women b close like Yuuji & Nobara/Power & Denji/ Sasha & Connie/ Nami & Usopp, Franky, or Luffy) 

Kenny planted the first finger by Geto’s twins to Yuuji’s school. they just had to get the finger to the occult club 

Does Kenny have a witch or oracle or even premeditative powers to know the future or did he just plan this out to a T and what is his damn goal 

Yuuji and Yuta are from the same home town bc gege said it’d be easier for the story but then todo also went to Yuuji’s middle school

Nobara dyes her hair lighter and I wonder how often she talks to Fumi back at home. And her grandmother if she’s like me w low contact

Megumi was alone with gojo for almost 2 years (no tsumiki) no wonder he’s so to himself he was probably always with tsumiki before, who decided everything for them (in a big sis way) and he respected it 

Yutas a pos for forgetting how Rika 💀 then trapping her w him bc of how traumatized he was like bruh you also yelled at her the first time u ever yelled at Rika was over another girl and he doesn’t do much else but manipulate like the Pisces man he is (I kin him/made an oc before I found out about his BITCH ass and he got everything word for word but is a dude I’m losing it) 

As an astrologer, I must say Gege’s planning with the character birthdays and everything else I can read from that is incredibly accurate I’ll give examples in the next points

geto’s mission was to go to remote village, he finds curse and exorcizes it, finds the twins the next dy, he kills everyone, he goes back to his pants to get supplies and kills them (prob no his first choice but once again was probably proven right) and runs has been gone for way too long and gojo doesn’t know what th ehhell happened. which is why he was so mad at kfc and geto just had to accept his new role while gojo was still in the past

Toji and Megumi (Kamo, Nobara, Todo) being cancer moons meaning they care about the heart, (todo has other placements making it seem a lil more “shallow” when he just wants a “straight” answer (lmao Megumi)

Yuta being a Leo moon and (outwardly asked) liking the chest

Yuuji being a libra moon liking butts all this makes sense (libra moons are indecisive, will weight out all the possibilities and still want the peaceful side unless there’s such chaos there’s no way for that to happen… then we snap)

Yuuji and Junpei would’ve been perfect friends we already saw but they both just didn’t ask for any of this and chose their own paths, they’re almost parallels of each other 

Geto’s birthchart shows a lot more of wanting to get humanity to evolve where gojos looks more like a POWERFUL cog in the machine 

Yap: Gege basically made this for women I’m sorry boys but why all the beautiful men & perfectly written women & relationships maybe it’s just a rare case where the mangaka actually knows women (or gege is a woman 🤗) & how all the dudes fit a Yaoi archetype & the women,,, they’re perfect & cute & not sexualized (other than maki in jjk0 & the glasses girl in ep 1 getting groped) but everything else is just hot w/o taking ur clothes off kinda energy & thats INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT w everything else going on 

You think something broke in Meimei when she said she wanted to be comforted and Gojo was like bruh I was joking 🙃 

Kirara and Uranme’s gender is yes 👍🏼 

Geto raising the girls as a 17-18yr old is insane same age as Megumi and gojo so for how long was Geto their dad? Inbetween 10 years but when did the girls realize that that wasn’t their dad anymore? I’m guessing Kenny can remember the vessel he takes overs memory or does something to their brain to replace it w him

I doubt a male mangaka can write good women (mostly bc of the stereotype that they’re shut ins but also from just reading/watching with my own eyes and being a woman myself) and add them in correctly, though the thing is in jjk they’re all just in a world but in Naruto and berserk and stuff she’s the add in into /their/ world where they keep fighting bc they miss each other and she gotta be used and a pillar for them or an excuse like Nobara and shoko weren’t used like that by satsug and itafushi they were their own ppl w their own sh like don’t get me wrong vasca and Sakura also were their own people but they really were given the bottom of the barrel sh bc of the dudes decisions. Shoko and Nobara strictly did what they wanted instead of falter to men

They’re literally all kids it doesn’t matter if some are weaker or useless, imagine a god/demon came here rn like the strongest will survive/fight you have to also apply the “weak characters” to irl bc I bet you they’re still stronger than most of us (miwa, Kamo, idk about momo still but she been w them I can’t doubt her skill just cause they had POWERFUL enemies

Gojo not being able to drink makes sense no drugs to impair his power and eyes (maybe lightweight maybe uncontrollable drunk and no one’s really ready or able to control that) 

Gojo isn’t coming back and he wouldn’t bc he half assed the fight and now he’s with his love and everyone has to fend for themselves now 

I like to think Gojo had Megumi and tsumiki, Geto had Nanako and Mimiko and nanami had Nobara and Yuuji in this preschool/parent AU (tojis gojos ex baby daddy) 

All of them are taller than me other than momo and Nobara. (Im 5’4” so gojos 10 years older and a foot taller 🫣) 

In one of Geges book covers it has Gojo in the winter w pink camellias and those flowers mean ily even after death and that flower is also specifically for the birthday feb3 (Geto’s) AGAIN WHY I THINK GEGES A WOMAN RAHHHHH

Maki, Mai, Toji, Kamo, Kokichi were all raised w no love like at all. Yuta had it good til 11, Miwa, yuuji and megumi never fully had it good, todo, Toge (?), Panda, momo, and nobara were just chillin.

HOW DID NOBARA COME UP WITH HER TECHNIQUE THEYRE ALL EMO BITCHES SHE WAS LITERALLY 16 FOR 2 MONTHS BEFORE HER FACE BLAST

SHE WAS SO YOUNG HOW DID SHE COME UP WITH HAMMERING NAILS INTO HERSELF WHAT

Uranme and Kirara go by (they/them)

Gojo and Geto were soulmates no matter the relationship

Utahime, Shoko, Momo, Mai and Nobara all like girls 

Gojo knew Geto for the short amount of time but thought of him for 5x longer.

Megumi’s been without his sister for 1.5 years so she went into a coma when he was 13, his 2nd-3rd year of junior high)

  Mai and maki didn’t know about Toji and Megumi until that year (2018)

Kenjaku planted the first finger at Yuuji’s school by Nanako and Mimiko (they’re the same age) hence why thanking Satsuki for taking care of his son

The person Rika is gone, her cursed spirit is what remains (an embodiment of her love/the curse yuta placed on her)

Yuta is wrong for using Rika and forgetting about his promise and why she’s even there for 6 YEARS then yelling at her about Maki 

Shoko started smoking in high school and stopped about 5 years ago, but started again when she heard Geto was alive again. 

Sukuna has 6 mouths, 4 arms, 4 legs, many eyes, and lactates. 

Choso, Yuuji, Kamo, Todo, and Yuki are all “brothers” by blood or not idc i love their lil weirdo family.

Toji was a good dad, dealt the worst hand, everything going down so the best way to protect his kids is to give them to people who can kill curses and teach them about sorcery. 

Nobara and Yuuji have the same friendship as Power and Denji, Nami and Franky/Luffy/Usopp

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A Second Chance, A Father's Curse - Part 7 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

I wrote this in four hours flat when I got slapped with a writer's blessing, I'm so glad I haven't been hit with writers block recently (Though unfortunately I have about three assignments due atm so I will probably not be posting after this for a week or two)

Part 6 here

Warnings: blood

Word count: 3.8k

Nue was alone. Megumi is in trouble. “We have to stay!” “You remember what he told us, if we stay, we risk dying, we’re not staying!” Choso is firm in his words as he manhandles a shivering Eso up onto the horse. “We can’t just leave him! He wouldn’t leave us, you know he wouldn’t!” Kechizu wails, clinging on to Yuji with knuckles pale green like lavender leaves.

“His instructions were explicit, and these are now my orders, Yuji, come on,” Yuji is looking forlornly in the direction the Captain had disappeared. Choso could figure out what was going through his mind, he knew how much his younger brother likes Megumi. Despite the bodyguard/prince relationship Megumi had always seemed more at ease around the Itadori sons.

The owl Shikigami shrieked, diving down into the forest near the brothers and then resurfacing from the canopy clutching something in its claws. A man dressed in black and red drops with a shout, they can hear the crack of his spine echoing through the woods. “WE GO, NOW,” Choso orders, “STOP FUCKING AROUND,”

Yuji shakes his head vigorously, swinging Kechizu up into the saddle and then leaping onto his horse himself. He takes hold of the reins and Choso barely catches a glance of Kechizu’s fear before the two are gone northward.

“Choso!” Eso asks, confused, “What are you waiting for?!” “A sign!” He growls, mounting behind his brother and clutching the reins tightly around his brothers midsection as he squints into the trees, “Nue was protecting something, not just us,” He mutters, the horse nervously tiptoeing beneath them.

He hears the shriek once again and his gaze lifts to the sky, spotting the Shikigami flying off to the north with another body in its claws. This one isn’t moving, and Choso’s eyes zero in on its clothing. He knows that clothing. “Is that…” Eso trails off quietly, Choso can almost hear the tears in his eyes. “We’re going!” Choso huffs, leaning into his brother’s back and urging the horse to follow.

It takes only a few moments for the sounds of numerous other horses to emerge from the trees around him, Choso curses himself for his heart weakened by his brothers for just one quiet moment, “Fuck!” He grunts. Eso cries quietly, trying desperately to stay still and hidden beneath Choso’s cloak, but the wind billowing around them makes it harder than it should be.

“GOT TWO OF ‘EM!” A shout rings out in a voice that Choso is afraid to admit he might recognise- And it solidifies the fact that none of them are safe anymore. All four brothers are being mercilessly hunted, and it’s kill or be killed.

Choso ducks under the first arrow shot in their direction, the second is close behind and Choso fears for a moment that he may crush his brother in his attempts to stay small. “Ch-oso!” Eso chokes for a moment, “I can… try something!” Choso squeezes his elbows in tighter, “I can help!”

“Don’t do anything,” Choso hisses, “Just stay down!” “No! It hurts!” Eso sobs, Choso can feel his brother’s blood turning sour and he leans back in shock. Eso’s white tunic tears in two, the boy quickly losing control of his cursed energy which, as Choso is about to discover, lashes out with reckless abandon when he is terrified.

The torn fabric is quickly stained red and droplets of blood spray to either side of Choso, though the man still lifts his arm to protect his eyes from the onslaught that erupts from the mutilated face on his brother’s back. He can hear his brother sobbing beneath him as the horse pushes forward, he can sense the beasts terror despite the fact the two of them remain untouched by Eso’s Rot technique.

After a few seconds of chaos, the blood slows to a trickle and Choso resumes his position shielding his brother. The boy lifts a shaking hand and snaps his finger, mumbling the word ‘Decay’, before passing out, and a single stray arrow is launched as the chorus of screaming begins.

It finds its mark lodged in Eso’s leg, the boy not even letting out a single peep despite the shout that erupts from Choso’s mouth, his own blood technique shooting out with a complete lack of finesse and somehow managing to mutilate the archer covered in black flowers.

“A NON-NEGOTIABLE!” He screams over his shoulder, the agonised wails growing quieter with every second as he breathes heavily, gripping the reins so tight his fingers might fall off. “A non-negotiable,” He whispers.

Empty.

Alone.

~

“Today’s the day,” Your mother is quiet, but holds hopeful anticipation. She’s trying to remain optimistic for you, but she knows you haven’t been spending much time with Ryomen over the past week.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, we’ll be ok,” You murmur, brushing down the skirts of your dress. It’s a rich navy blue colour, matching Iqoria’s traditional colours, and it has an entirely cut out back. A symbol of trust you have chosen to display between the new ruler and her people. Your mother’s display had consisted of a set of chains that suppressed her cursed energy for the duration of her ascension.

You couldn’t stop your mind from racing, but you knew this needed to be done. This ceremony would go off without a hitch, and you would be Queen before sundown. “Ryomen is waiting for you in the carriage will take you to the town square,” Your mother murmurs, adjusting your hair slightly as you take your princess tiara off.

It will now go to the hall of ancestors, and be encased beneath the portrait taken of you at age ten, to be traded out for your new tiara once the ceremony is over and you have no more need of the bulky crown that you’ve been told weighs more than it really should.

“Just keep your head steady, you can use your cursed energy to help you,” She advises as you walk side by side, “Nobody will blame you, the thing weighs as much as a new-born baby,” She murmurs with a giggle so unlike her.

The sun gives no warmth, but has come out from behind the clouds to witness this day. You shield your eyes against it and peer up at the birds flying so freely over the city, wondering what it would be like for just a moment as you approach the carriage.

“You look perfect,” Are the first words words he says to you. You suppose for a moment it’s exactly what you needed to hear, it lifts a small weight off your shoulders as you settle into the carriage opposite him. “Have you been sleeping?”

That comment stings a bit, you shake your head, “Not… well,” You murmur, “But I’m still alive, aren’t I?” He meets your gaze, his eyes so often red with overflowing cursed energy these days that you can’t quite recall the shade of brown they used to be, “Surviving isn’t the same as living,” He takes your chin between his fingers, tilting your head, “I know that better than anyone,”

You nod the little you can while still held in his grasp before he brings his other hand up, cupping your cheeks gently, “My Queen,” he murmurs, testing the title on his tongue. You find yourself enjoying the way it sounds in his deep rumble and you sigh quietly.

“Will you allow me to return to your side?” He whispers, and you become increasingly aware of the makeup they’ve used to cover up his own dark circles, “I… fear I am also only surviving, not being by your side like I should be,” Your heart gives a little twinge and your face twists as you resist the feeling of tears.

“I want you to return to my side on your own terms, Ryomen,” You croak, “I promised, and I will not give you any more orders that I do not have to. You can do as you please with your sleeping arrangements,” He gently strokes his thumbs just below your eyes, “Whether that brings you back to my side or not, is entirely your choice,”

Your voice wavers with emotions that you haven’t been able to process properly in the wake of your brother’s death and you can tell he’s feeling something similar to you. He blinks a few times and his face returns to one of indifference, nodding once determinedly, “Then we will see,” He murmurs, “Now do not cry, you are strong, and you are to be Queen,”

He is by your side through the entire ceremony, remaining a pillar of resolute steadiness that helps you to reel in your cursed energy as you feel it wavering under the gazes of the people. Their tears empower you, their cries for your brother and their cheers for you, everything seems to bring those pesky tears back.

But his arm remains linked with yours, as you walk between your people to the steps of the main town hall where your mother waits with the crown by her side. Knelt before her, she smiles proudly as she lowers it to your head.

She wasn’t lying, through the ringing in your ears and the velvet now settled on your head, you almost struggle to stand under both the physical and metaphorical weight of the crown. Her hands linger like she seeks to aid you, or even take if off your head again, but you push through and stand without any cursed energy assistance.

The crowd is completely silent. Or maybe you’re just not hearing them, because something is happening, you can feel the vibrations through your entire body. You fear for a moment that it’s started, it’s finally happening, but when you go to turn around Ryomen grabs your hands.

You look up into his eyes and he smiles crookedly, his own crown less extravagant than yours but no less important, “Everything is fine,” You read the words on his lips more than hear them, and the world suddenly rushes back in to greet you. The cheering as you turn to face them, the overwhelming support you feel.

Not only that but the shared grief of a people, your brother’s passing still raw in everyone’s minds. There are tears on your cheeks, this you realise a few moments later, but it’s okay. There are many tears in the crowd today, and there will be many more before the sun fully sets.

~

“Your majesty, there’s been… a development,” Gojo whispers into your ear. You clench your fist beneath the table, glad the heavy crown is now nowhere to be seen as you turn to face the sorcerer, “What is it?” “I think you’ll want to see for yourself,” He murmurs, nodding once, “I will be waiting in the dungeon beneath the sorcerer tower,”

You frown, that dungeon is reserved only for those who enter Iqoria with cursed energy beyond second grade without identification. Ryomen, having heard the exchange, grabs your clenched fist under the table, “Excuse us,” He announces to the table, “We have something urgent to attend to,”

Under any other circumstance, you would have reprimanded him for acting on your behalf, but you’re too busy frowning and wondering what it could have been that didn’t warrant even a short explanation at the dinner table.

The two of you stand and you briefly smile, “Please, do not wait for us, continue to enjoy the food,” You speak to the room before lifting your skirts slightly and walking briskly after the unfairly tall sorcerer.

Ryomen is on your heels and you can sense his agitation, “What is it?” You ask him as you walk together, exiting the castle and heading for the tower. “Something is wrong,” He murmurs, “Something is very wrong,”

“What do you mean?” You grab his arm, stopping him from walking, but he does not look at you. His gaze is locked on the tower ahead, “Someone…” he mutters, “Someone is gravely injured, another in distress,”

You take this as a sign that you must make haste, resuming your walk until you’re almost running, and you throw the door to the tower open before descending the stairs into the dungeon.

“WHERE IS HE?” The shout reaches you before you even get halfway down and Ryomen straightens, his eyes wide, “WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM?” “That’s…” he trails off, before sprinting the rest of the way down with you barely able to keep up for fear of tripping.

When you finally reach the bottom everything is silent. Ryomen stands firm in the doorway, his shoulders heaving with every breath, and you can see Gojo’s fluff of white hair over your husband’s shoulder.

You push past your husband without much care, prepared for almost anything, but immediately come up short on what to say.

“You…” You whisper, your gaze darting between the two furious men and the black eyed boy, all behind bars, the boy clearly frightened out of his mind. You know these people.

“Where’s the fourth?”

~

“ESO!” Yuji’s scream tears Choso’s heart in two. “Do not look!” He shouts, draping his cloak further to block Yuji’s view, “Just ride on!”

Nue remains far above them, Choso swears that his eyes are drawn to the blood dripping from the Captain in the owl’s grasp but he isn’t willing to admit they might lose two people today. Eso’s wound is superficial, even though the arrow is lodged deep in his leg it will not cause lasting damage.

Choso is more concerned about the outburst of cursed energy from the boy than anything else, and with the mountain border between the Creyarean district and Iqoria fast approaching he feels his stress mounting.

He knows they won’t be welcome, they bring only bad omens and a sign of war, but they have no other choice. The climb is steady, Choso is silently resenting the rider-less stallion that walks beside him, black as night like the captain hung from the sky.

He had spooked and gone after Yuji, bolting before Choso could cut the saddle loose, but now resolutely walked onward like he can sense his master is still close. “Get over the crest, they cannot follow us past the border!” He shouts up the rock face at his brother two turns above him.

“NUE!” Yuji hollers. The arrows haven’t been consistent but they’re annoying enough that something must be done. The owl swoops down and Choso has to wrestle with Megumi’s horse to keep it walking steadily.

Once Nue has dropped Megumi onto his stomach over the saddle, it dives with a shriek, grabbing insistently at the men who follow them on horseback. Lightning flashes every few seconds and the tinge of burning flesh rises to invade Choso’s senses.

Choso ties the reins of the black stallion to his own mount, reaching over to adjust Megumi slightly, “I GOT HIM!” He shouts up to Yuji, “BUT HE WON’T STAY ON LONG UNDER HIS OWN WEIGHT,”

It’s simply too dangerous to stop and tie the captain to the saddle like they would secure a prisoner, and Choso cannot have two unconscious people on his horse along with himself, it’s too much weight.

Eso beneath him groans in pain, wordless, shifting slightly, “Do not move,” Choso hisses, his hand slipping between Eso and the horse to hold him up. The boy quivers like a leaf, “C-cold,” He mumbles, making Choso’s heart skip a terrifying beat.

He urges the horse on faster and Megumi’s horse falls in step until they’re moving probably too fast. Thankfully Nue is there to lift Megumi once again, taking him to Yuji who now waits at the crest, horse treading nervously as they wait for Choso.

“We’re not alone,” Yuji looks over his shoulder and Choso follows his gaze back, the mountain path blocked by a young man dressed in a white shirt. His eyes are a little sunken, he looks almost as tired as Choso, and the elder brother moves until he’s placed his horse between the stranger and Yuji.

“What an odd little party,” The young man murmurs, reaching over his back and unsheathing a katana, “Rika, shall we?”

“Fuck,” Choso swears as the man’s Shikigami emerges from the sky above him, her form massive and almost blotting out the view down the other side of the mountain.

She breathes heavily, the sound wavering like an out of tune violin as her horrific form bears down on them, claws long as Choso is tall. “Choso!” Yuji shouts, "We’re-"

“Rika,” The young man interrupts, pointing his katana through the gap between the brothers, “Kill,”

~

“Where is the fourth?” You repeat the question in the silence, looking to Gojo.

“He is with Shoko, your majesty,” A new voice rings out and you turn around, spotting Yuta stood just behind the door leant against the wall, “He’ll live, as will their companion,”

You’re not sure if you should feel relief or fear. Something drove them here, something made them leave their home.

“Why…” You take a breath, “Why have you come?” You turn back to the eldest, who you recall is Choso, heir to Khoccadia’s throne. It occurs to you that Ryomen has not spoken a single word since he entered the room.

“Our father seeks to declare war,” He growls, “We are no longer safe, he was going to turn his anger at Ryomen’s ascension to a throne out on us,” Geto steps forward, “And how is that our problem?” He asks.

“It will become your problem if he gets his way, he will not stop until this kingdom is nothing but dust and bones,” Choso replies, gripping the iron bars of his cell. “Your father is a king from a bygone era, he could not hold a candle to Iqoria’s strength, especially now,” Geto taps the hilt of his sword on the bars teasingly and you roll your eyes with a huff, crossing your arms.

The room is silent after your small sound, but then a small voice pipes up, “I-is brother Ryomen here?” It’s the youngest boy, Kechizu, his body inhuman and fragile, eyes blind to the world. Yuji reaches through the bars and takes his younger brother’s hand, choosing not to reply, but looking towards your husband pleadingly.

“Yes, I am here,” Ryomen murmurs, spurred into action and darting over to the cell. “Ryomen!” Kechizu cries, flailing for a moment before he catches a grasp on the hand Ryomen has pushed through the bars, leaning into his older brother’s touch.

You turn to Geto, “Step back, Captain, I’ll take it from here,” You order him and he dips his head, allowing you to step closer until you’re face to face with the Crown prince of Khoccadia. The man meets your gaze unwaveringly, looking like he’s ready to kill without a moment’s hesitation.

You glance at Yuta, “How did you find them?” “At the mountain border my lady,” The apprentice replies, “Being pursued by assassins. Rika took care of the hunters and I escorted them to the city, Gojo wanted to take more precautions but I took the injured to Shoko,”

You then look to Gojo for confirmation and the sorcerer nods, “That’s what he told me,” The man thinks for a second, “But their companion is of Zenin blood, from the Thekirin empire. He’s being held in Shoko’s specialist suppression room,”

“And the boy?” You ask, turning back to Yuta. “I was returning to update the Itadori princes, Eso is recovering, Shoko is not allowing him to be conscious as she fears another outburst and she requests the presence of her Majesty and Prince Choso,”

“So be it,” You nod to Gojo, “Let him out, and you two can stand outside and wait,” You say pointing between Geto and Gojo. You want to give Ryomen time alone with his two remaining younger brothers, lost as he is in their hushed whispers and gentle cries.

Gojo flicks a hand and Choso’s cell swings open, allowing the Prince partial freedom once again, “Come, we have much to discuss,” You turn and sense him following you out the doors and back up the stairs into the sorcerer tower. The silence is edged with mistrust, you can tell he doesn’t feel safe here even this far away from his father.

You suppose he’s justified in his apprehensions, Jin Itadori will descend upon Iqoria eventually. Nowhere is far enough to shelter from war of this kind.

“How has Ryomen been?” It surprises you that he is the first to break the silence as you walk, navigating your way through the halls to the infirmary of the castle.

You glance sideways at him, “I am sure you would much rather hear it from his mouth, as I am not his mouthpiece nor am I his master,” You pause for a moment, “But, from what I have seen, he has been improving,”

He nods, his hands clenching and unclenching as he surveys each and every hallway and turn you take. “You wouldn’t happen to know his technique, would you?” You chance the question, a shot in the dark as to whether he’ll answer or not, but he shakes his head.

This surprises you more, but his answer you can tell is entirely truthful, “He wasn’t ever allowed to use it within the castle itself, he only ever used cursed energy during training. Even then, I think he was too suppressed to be able to manifest his technique in the first place,”

You let out a gentle sigh, feeling an entirely new weight settle on your shoulders. The safety of these princes, your husbands brothers now a part of your family by marriage, rests on your decisions. You cannot make the wrong choice, though you can only see one true and untainted path ahead of you.

To the left, you drive them out. They surely will have led at least somebody right to your borders, their location well known by now.

To the right, you shelter them. You care for them as they recover, they live and train with your family and they fight against the inevitable threat of their father.

No matter the choice, the threat of Jin Itadori hangs over your head like a guillotine.

One that is sure to come down, whether you’re ready for it or not.

~

“You can’t be serious,”

“I’m deadly serious,”

“You want me to get you that body?”

A shrug.

“It might not be a powerful choice, but it more than makes up for it with the shock factor,”

“You truly are a psychopath! I love it!”

“Oh you flatter me, it was merely a spur of the moment decision,”

“I can do much more than flatter, but time will tell if your little plan works,”

“It’ll work, you’ll make sure of it, won’t you?”

A voice in the shadows.

“That I will,”

Part 8 coming soon

Taglist: @love-jelly @nousija

[satoverse]

▪︎Summary: Y/n sure likes to keep a lot of secrets to her friends but to the day has finally come and her secrets are exposed will they abandon her or will they stay.

WARNING: mafia!au, non-jujutsu sorcerers!au, modern day!au, angst, mentions of sexual conversations here and there, smut(at some point), TW!mentions of alcohol, fighting, blood, knives, guns, mentions of violence, brainwashed reader(at some point)

PART 1

Vengeance...Blood...Kill..

And with those three words all i could think of was the blood gushing out of their bodies, watching them die mercily...

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Having to hide such a huge secret is not the easiest thing a human being can achieve to do. Sure, it is easy to hide the fact that you kissed or had sex with your toxic ex to your friends, or hiding the fact that having a massive crush on them is easy again. You see these are all easy secret to hide it from them, but being the boss to one of the most dangerous mafias that has ever existed sure is easy..right?

"Stop sleeping and get up you lazy ass." she says as she flicks my forehead, slowly opening my eyes to look over to my side only to see Nobara looking down at me with her hands crossed. "First of ouch..secondly why should I? I barely got sleep last night." I turn my back at her covering myself from head to toe with the blanke trying to fall back asleep, only to feel the cold air hit my body "Oh shut up it is not my fault you stayed with that damned phone all night plus we promised Shoko and Utahime that we would help them painting their house."

I groan in annoyance as i kick my feet to the mattress "Cant you just go alone and tell 'em that i got sick or something? Noba...I really dont wanna go i feel really tired." and with that guilt washed all over me seeing her looking at me with those disappointed eyes. Turning around to leave my room she stops at the doorstep "You know... oh forget it its not even worth saying you'll always make up excuses again." and with that i watch her leave my room only after a couple of seconds to hear the front door forcefully getting shut. I sigh as i get up from my bed sitting down and looking at the floor 'if only i could tell..if only...'

Truth is I was up all night trying to find the location of Ryomen Sukuna. An infamous mafia leader that has been wanted for years, searching for him is not that easy since...well lets just say he has his own old ways. I get up once again walking towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my little sincare morning routine and apply some light make up. I walk back to my room going towards my closet to grab a plain white crop top, some old sweatpants and a jacket. I grab my hat and sunglasses looking at myself once again in the mirror in my living room and then i head out.

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...Ring....Ring...Ring...

'Meet me at _____ in 20 minutes'

I look down to my watch only to see more than 20 minutes have passed "Where the hell is he? Whats taking him so long?". As im about to pull out the flip phone to call him he appears, only to see him breathing heavily with sweat dripping down his forehead to his neck. "Jesus fucking Christ were the hell where you that you had to run." I watch him sit down on of the empty chairs in the room as he waves at me away with his hand, only for me to chuckle at his action. "You literally called a last minute meeting in the middle of fucking NOWHERE and on top of THAT ITS ON THE 50TH FUCKING FLOOR and MIND YOU the elevator does NOT work." I laugh at his sudden tantrum as at the same time I make myself comfortable on the chair that is on the opposite direction of him "Damn it sure is pleasing to see a quiet person throw a whole tantrum about some stairs." He shot at me a death glare as i simply chuckle it away... "Now let's begin shall we..."

After 'bout an hour or so we both grunt to the feeling of disappointment. "This is just so frustrating I FUCKING HATE HIM!" and within seconds the chair has ended up on the other side of the room. He just looks at me unamused as he slightly rolls his eyes "Calm down." thats the only sentence that comes out of his mouth 'damn he went quiet again..' i thought to myself. I go over where the chair is grabing it and bring it close to the table and sit on it. "You know this is just hell for me we will never going to find him or the last remaining antique."

I place my head on the table as i sigh deeply, only to feel big hands on my shoulders to slowly massage them.He looks down at my exposed neck, leaning down to it close to my ear only to whisper.. "Calm down." ...again. He softly pecks the back of my neck as I lean in on his touch of his softly lips, I sigh once again and lean back up to push him away slowly. "Let's just call it a day its already 2pm I need to get back." He crosses his arms as he looks down at me with a raised eyebrow "something happened?". I turn around to look at him with a slight pouty face "Nobara got mad at me again because i bailed on our plans...again and Shoko and Utahime are also probably mad at me too." He just stares at me for a couple of seconds and just shakes his head, "Go ill take care of everything."

My face lits up and i go over to him on tip toes to give him a big hug "You are the best, this is why you are my right hand man." and with that i quickly get out of the room and make my way towards Shoko's house.

...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...

'The number you have called is not available at th-'

'sigh...what have i done'

As im walking down the street i notice a bakery, thinking to myself 'since i made them mad i might as well make it up to them'.I go into the shop and look around only to leave the shop with a bunch of sweets in my hands, "Damn they sure will love this..specially Satoru." i chuckle to myself and make my way again towards the house. Walking in narrow alleys sure its a bit scary when you're alone but its even scarier when someone is following, and by someone meaning an enemy.

I cut out routes passing through old buildings, in order for him not to follow me to my friends house I quickly make my way towards and old looking house getting and setting the bags down. I hide behind a wall waiting for him to get lured by my trap and once they are in i quietly and quickly headlock him placing a hand over their mouth. He grabs me by the hands and rolls me over to the ground taking a knife out he tries to knife me in the heart but i quickly roll over, get up and forcefully kick the knife out of his hand with my leg. I grab it and place it over his neck, slowly walking forward for him only to walk backwards, "Who are you and who sent you?" getting amuzed by his scared face, pale face and cold sweat dripping down his forehead.."P-please s-spare m-" ..i give him a smile and with that i slice his neck.

I watch him fall down, gagging trying to get some air only for him to fail as he stops breathing after a couple of minutes. I crouch down at him and grab his shirt to clean the knife. "This is what happens when you dont answer the correct questions that you are being told..now shall we send your boss a quick message?". I cut his shirt off with the knife and i start carving on his body.

'I'll find you'

I clean the knife once again and place it in my pocket making sure to dispose it later. I grab the bags and making my way towards the house once and for good.

After twenty minutes or so i finally arrive at Shoko's house, anxiety slowly building up on my stomach prepared to be yelled at, well...mostly from Utahime. I knock on the door tree time making a quick pause then knocking again two times. The door opens only to be revealed by-

"Utaa...heyy nice to see you" she gave me a glare that sent shiver down my spine "WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU Y/N I THOUGHT WE PLANED TO-" "i bought sweets" I tell her as i shove the boxes to her face making her to hold them. I get in the house closing the door behind me as I look around taking a big sniff to smell the freshly painted living room. I take my shoes off as i make myself comfortable around "This is a nice apartment i love it" "Thanks took a while to find a nice place like this" Shoko say and as per usual her cigarette never leaving her mouth. I sit down to the floor as the rest of them follow my lead sitting down making a circle.

Utahime places the opened boxes of sweets in the middle so anyone can take as much as they want. "Never thought you'd drop by, your always so "busy" for us and you never stay even if you do its for a short period of time" Nobara says to me while she its a cookie. I drop my head low smiling knowing that those words dont only hurt me but her and the rest of group. "Well-.." "Well what? You always cancel on us saying your vusy yet you never tell us with what, you're always so "mysterious and all that" you weren't like that" Geto says as he cut me off not letting me say a single word. My heart feels shattered I've been so focused of finding Sukuna that i forgot that i also gad a normal life to live and friends that actually do wanna be in my life.

I bring my head up high and give a soft smile "Im sorry I truly am I've been busy with work so much, that I've forgotten about reality, I've working double shifts and I've also work late night shifts so its-" "Don't even worry about that" Gojo says to me while wrapping a hand around my shoulder, looking down at me while giving me a soft smile "We just want you to be happy and healthy nothing else if you need us we will always be by your side" I smile at his kind words as i shove him away while giving him a slap on the shoulder "You corny bitch dont talk to me all lovely like that you just saying that because i got sweets" they all chuckle and giggle at the remark as they all agree with me.

It is nice being like this with everyone I feel like Im finally free like there is nothing stopping me for being with my loved ones...

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Looking down at the the body he laughs hysterical as he takes a picture. "I'll find you huh...adorable." He places his phone back into his pocket and calls out his man telling them to dispose the body. He gets in the backseats of the car telling the drive to drive off. Pulling his phone out he looks at the picture once again chuckling to himself.. "Boss will be entertained with this"

[justsomerandomplanet]

Hello! I just wanted to say I absolutely adore all of your art and thank you for all the ancient ones/Heian era content (especially Kenjaku 👀...) I would absolutely love to hear all of your drabbles about it! I have my own stuff too about them but I live for any JJK Heian era stuff lol.

Anyway, mostly wanted to drop by and say thank you for showing us your amazing art ❤️ I look at it every day, it makes me so happy!

Helloooo,

Thank you so much for your kind words!! I'm happy that you enjoy my silly self indulgent art hehe

As for my thoughts on em, I'll put them underneath here so the post doesn't appear too long on the dashboard ^-^

(I'll mostly just share my thoughts on the character dynamics bc I'm not knowledgeable about the actual history of the Heian Era)

Tengen & Kenjaku

Oh where do I even begin!!!

I genuinely believe the two of them are the reason the jujutsu system is the way it is in modern times (more so the former than the latter especially). Although we don't actually know much about what the two were like previously, the implications on their dynamic is so delicious.

For one, I definitely see that they care(d) about each other. The fact Tengen was still aware that Kenjaku was alive and yet still did nothing even though they had prevuously tried to sabotage the merging raises a lot of eyebrows...like why would you let a criminal in the jujutsu history go??? I understand that Tengen's whole thing is that she doesn't interact with the real world anymore, but she can definitely communicate with the other sorcerers to do her bidding when necessary (e.g. telling the sorcerers to let Riko enjoy her youth before the merging while protecting her). On the other hand, Kenjaku always seems to seek out Tengen. Calling her an old friend, always trying to bring her in a conversation, insulting her as if they could get a reaction out of her...oh there's definitely something here that can be explored.

I do believe they had a falling out and that falling out is the reason things have become this way. Tengen's innaction as a way to maintain the status quo (traditions) and Kenjaku's curiosity as a drive to break that status quo (innovation) has led us here. And I do believe Sukuna and Yuuji reflect that too, but that'll be for a different time to ramble on.

Tengen & Immortality

To me, Tengen can feel paradoxical/hypocritical sometimes. She states she did not want to evolve into a higher being yet allows others to treat her like she is one, to protect her and also isolating herself. She often speaks in a way that presents humble but has an arrogance about herself as well (e.g. she is the best barrier user even tho she hasn't really been challenged on it for the past 500-ish years or the merging of star plasma vessels was necessary for the greater good-which is true-but also as a way to maintain herself). She said change in herself was inevitable and detached herself from the real world yet built a foundation in jujutsu that relied on her barriers and did not allow change for like a 1000 years.

Whether or not she meant these things intentionally is hard for me to say bc i don't think Tengen is malicious or means ill-will, but I do think in some way, Tengen is more afraid of change or even death than anyone else and has built a foundation to a society that relies on her existence, leading to a stagnation. I find that fitting that her CT is Immortality, it sorta reflects that don't you think? But like a star, sooner or later, change and death is inevitable.

Tengen, Sukuna, & Kenjaku

These guys had a history. What that history is idk but personally I do believe Sukuna is the youngest out of them. I like to think Sukuna was the pet project of Tengen and Kenjaku. Not necessarily that they're his parents or anything (tho that would be funny) but rather more like...a pupil or a dysfunctional found family dynamic. Sukuna already knows he was an unwanted child but that doesn't mean he didn't have any connections with people growing up. I do think Tengen and/or Kenjaku helped Sukuna in becoming who he is.

Plus, Tengen keeping Sukuna's mummiffied corpse (with the implication that she was the one to do it) and Kenjaku seemingly being the only one able to hold some level of control over Sukuna's head just tells me something is up with those three that screams a psychological power imbalance. Also also, if Tengen had the corpse but the fingers were scattered, when exactly did Kenjaku split his soul? (this is more of a musing more than an actual question. I just think it would be delicious if Tengen allowed Kenjaku to see Sukuna's dead body-which led to the cursed fingers albeit without her knowledge but shrug)

Kenjaku, Love, & Motherhood

Saving da best for last, oh Kenny! I did a lot of rambling on Tengen but tbf there's so very little stuff on her I have more thoughts to share, but Kenjaku is really my favourite character in all of jjk. They're so fascinating, their curiosity driving them but also spite (just like me fr)

No but in all seriousness, Kenjaku is such a fun but sad character. Clearly, whatever happened between them and Tengen led to where they are, which I find fascinating. I know they're doing things cause of curiosity, but sometimes it does feel like they're trying to prove something (namely to Tengen). The implications that they may have grown up lonely, was friends with Tengen but had a break up, and still talks about making friends...AUGHHH

This leading to the theme of motherhood is also great. What's a better way to build a connection and to create innovation than from your own blood. Yuuji may not have a "role" as Kenjaku told Choso, but I think that's the whole point. Maybe Yuuji was made to hold Sukuna or cursed objects, who knows, but Kenjaku purposely letting him develop himself, for better or worst, definitely feels right.

And in a way I do find it enjoyable Yuuji doesn't actually care enough about Kenjaku. Yes he's trying to stop Kenny but there isn't necessarily any personal stakes that he's aware of, and I find that enjoyable for the irony: Kenjaku being so invested in Yuuji yet he won't even see it. Kenjaku, who is clearly obsessed with motherhood, fetuses, and children, cannot even get the attention of their own child.

[kamiversee]

SPARE AN EAR M’LADY👂🤺🤺 I came with some song suggestions:

Geto -> Partition by Beyoncé -> OKOK THIS SONG HAD BEEN FROLICKING IN MY MIND WHEN I READ CHAPTER 6 where geto was teasing the hell outta the reader in his driver’s car omfggg (also this song is fitting for the fun short lived fuck buddy relationship the two had because their tension was HIGHERRR than the temperature of my broke for shit thermostat on Monday & Thursday mornings) || Honorable mentions: Don’t Tell ‘Em by Jeremih & Like That by 1600j (This last song can also be for Sukuna cause sometimes he’s kindaaaa 😫😩)

Gojo -> Passionfruit by Drake -> Now this song.. mmm well I chose this song because its lyrics and overall tone parallel the gradually falling relationship between gojo and the reader. As the reader grows closer with choso, gojo painfully watches from afar. Yet, he lets it happen, silently remaining on the side and loving from a distance of a relationship that is slowly fading with each fleeting minute, especially with the list being finished. Fading that had been caused from the barriers placed more so by him because of his avoidance to explain his reasonings and motives with the list, refusal to remove the reader from completing the list, and the obvious distance between them as a resultant of the chaos from it all. In the end he can regret and reflect upon everything as many times as possible, but the aftermath of such actions are irrevocable. He comes to be aware of it, but it crashes down on him at once. Whatever happened, happened, and the reader went through messy time periods of pain and suffering, not to mention is still left to confusion since she never was given a proper answer to why she, out of anyone else he could’ve picked, was the one who had to clear the entire list alone. In that blurry midst is where she found choso, and he became to her the man that gojo longingly desired to be. To be the face to catch her smiles and looks, to hold her close, to kiss, to comfort, to get lost in her voice, to be the subject of her attention and adoration, to make her heart skip a beat or two, to share his life with, to be one with. God, he missed the opportunity for it all. At this point, this was his chance at liberating her… even if it killed him on both the internally and externally to let her out of his life. There’s only so much he can do. It’s bittersweet but genuine, knowing how gojo wants the best for her, seeing the damage actually done only in hindsight. What is more saddening is the fact that had he approached her normally from the beginning, he had the potential to already win her heart and affection since she liked him too. They could’ve been together and he could’ve bared his infinite love all to her in a way that didn’t have to hurt them both, but that route is may now just only left to the spiraling world of endless what ifs and imaginations. Nonetheless, his heart, unrequited or not, remains burning eternally solely for her.. even if alone. (My heart may or may not be trembling rn as a gojo girlie—fuckkk‼️⁉️💔💔💔 #STILLWANTHIMSOVERYBAD) || Honorable mentions: 3005 by Childish Gambino, Aphrodite by Rini, Because of You by Ne-Yo, Not Around by NOVA, & Is It A Crime by Sade

Choso -> Butterflies by Michael Jackson -> The love choso has for the reader had struck me as something tender yet mesmerizingly elevating. The essence of this song portrays exactly that with how smooth and catchy the tune falls on the ears of the listener. Personally with MJ being one of my favorite singers, the way he delivers this music makes me feel the same way as when I read a precious moment between choso and the reader. It’s of a sweet and passionate quality. In a way, it’s distinguishably special; essentially what choso feels whenever he is around her. His mood is almost always lifted when she’s alongside him and it shows in his words and expressions. Hell—so much so that he got a tattoo on his body to remember her by, a tangible declaration of his unwavering love towards her. He was even contemplating getting it initially on his NECK! HIS NECK I SAYYYY 🗣️ Even through stressful times, he couldn’t muster the will to not love her. Stuff he didn’t dare share with anyone (rightfully so), he was willing to tell the reader, being transparent, which means a lot to her. Now, I’m not glazing him to say he’s perfect as no one really is perfect in this story, but when put into perspective after everything and everyone, he’s ultimately well suited for the reader. He’s in love with her to the core, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. So yeah, this song naturally sprouted into mind ^^ || Honorable mentions: Raining Love by KYLE & Get You by Daniel Caesar

- 🧠

THE GASP I GASPED.

First off, I love you. Music is my heart and SOUL and istg the world is lucky I’m not a musically talented person BC IF I WAS…

Anywho, thank you for these songs & eloquently put breakdowns 🥹 the descriptions are beautiful, I agree with every song listed here AAAAND. We have a similar music taste so Ilysm.

AND PASSIONFRUIT IS MY FAV DRAKE SONG OF ALL TIME SO THTS KINDA CRAZY😭 I’ve said it before but I think a lot of what I listen to comes out in my works pretty often so the fact that you found songs tht I was listening to as I wrote majority of these chapters is just so amazing to me <3

Again, the descriptions & correlations are perfect, you’re amazing, Ily.

[imagineanime2022]

Two Types Of Love

Ryomen Sukuna X Fem!Reader Yuji Itadori X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2020

Requested: Anon

Request: I just need aggressive affection from Sukuna and soft love from Yuuji that's probably all I need in life. A perfect balance of one won't let me go and the other knows when to let me go. And honestly I'm imagining Sukuna just slapping his hand over the mouth and being silenced with the weirdest ass kiss ever. Or being held in all four of his arms…I have issues. Can you do something with any of that? Or just Gojo or even Toji won't stop trying to flirt with the reader and Yuuji and Sukuna aren't allowing that?

Warning: kinda polyamory???

A/N: This ended up being way longer than I thought it was going to be but I hope that you enjoy it, I did have fun writing it and kind of gave in to myself.

Yuji had known you for a long while before everything happened with Sukuna’s finger. You had both lost contact after you told him that you were moving schools. As it turned out you were joining Jujutsu Tech. You missed Yuji a lot and sometimes went past your old school to make sure that he was okay, not that he ever saw you.

You became friends with Megumi and were often sent out on missions with him and it was no different that morning when Gojo caught the two of you “Ahh there you are, there's a mission I want you both to take on.” He said as his arm looped around both your shoulders, you shrugged his arm off of you. “You mean a mission that you don’t want to do?” You asked. “It’ll be a good experience, I just need you to pick up a cursed object.” Gojo answered, handing you the location. “If I die because of your laziness I swear I’m going to kill your ass.” You informed him as you snatched the paper from him. “Itadori?” “You know ‘em?” Megumi asked. “Do you?” Gojo asked as he leaned forward, you narrowed your eyes at him, you were pretty sure that he knew the answer to that already. “I knew someone who went by that name.” You answered. “Is that the friend you're always checking on?” Gojo asked. “Yeah.” You nodded. “They have a curse object?” “A strong one too, just get it back and everything’ll be fine.” Gojo shrugged.

You didn’t find the artifact where you were supposed to and before long you were standing in front of Yuji in the hospital “Yuji?” You asked softly. “(Y/N)!?” He asked as he turned to look at you. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “Um the old man, he died.” Yuji answered. “I’m so sorry.” You moved forward wrapping your arms around him. “We don’t have time for this.” Megumi stepped forward and you glanced back at him and glared. “His Grandfather has just died.” You argued. “And more people are going to die if we don’t find the cursed object.” Megumi argued. “Yuji, your family shrine there was something there, we need it, do you know where it went?” You asked. “Oh I gave that to some friends at school.” He answered, you looked at Megumi and groaned. “We need to get there now.” Megumi ordered. “Yeah I’ve got it.” You mumbled, turned to Yuji and promised to come see him some time.

This was the first time that Sukuna saw you, after Yuji ate the finger, you never actually saw him eat it but you felt the change in energy and headed up to the roof “Yuji?” You asked as you looked at the shirtless figure standing on the side of the roof, when he looked at you, you knew that you weren’t looking at the same person. “You talkin’ to me Princess?” He asked as he stepped towards you. “He ate the curse object!” Megumi yelled, you felt a tear fall down your cheeks as you used your curse ability to create a weapon. “Well, aren't you brave?” The body that used to be Yuji’s asked, you pulled the Katana into a defensive stance as you looked at the curse in front of you. “I could kill you.” “Is that supposed to scare me?” You asked, Yuji eyes looked you up and down before before the curse occupying his body smirked, you weren’t scared of dying at least not for the person who owned his body before him, his attention now completely on you as he stepped forward lifting his hand but before he got too close he jerked to a stop. “Hey, leave her alone!” That voice you recognised. “What the hell is going on!?” The other deeper voice asked. “Don’t touch her!” Yuji ordered and before you knew it your childhood friend was standing in front of you again. “Yuji?” You asked and he looked at you. “Yeah?” He asked tilting his head like a puppy, you dove forward hugging him (which you’d later be thinking about because he was in fact shirtless.) “Well your close aren’t you Princess, you two datin’ or somethin’?” That voice asked again. You jumped back at the sound of the voice before seeing the mouth on his cheek. “Does that hurt?” You asked him, not noticing your sensei appearing to talk to Megumi. “No.” Yuji answered as he slapped his hand over his cheek, the mouth just appeared on the back of his hand, you reached out and poked it. “Do that again and I’ll bite you.” He warned. The flash of a camera caught your attention as you looked over at Gojo. “I got an ear full because the special grade object wasn’t back yet, so where is it?” “I ate that thing.” Yuji said, putting his hand up. “You did?” He asked. “I did.” Yuji nodded at the same time that both you and Megumi made confirmations of your own. Gojo walked up to him and looked Yuji over far too closely in your opinion before laughing. “Wow it really did combine with you, that's hilarious.” He turned away from him handing the bag he was holding to Megumi before gesturing for you to come and stand with him before he started stretching. “Do you feel anything different about your body?” Gojo asked. “No, everything seems okay.” Yuji answered. “Can you swap with Sukuna at will?” Gojo asked. “Who’s Sukuna?” Yuji asked. “The curse who’s finger you ate.” Gojo answered. “Oh yeah I think I can do that.” Yuji put his hand on his hip. “Okay give us 10 seconds, then change right back.” Gojo requested. “But-” “No, don't worry I’m too strong for him.” Gojo smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Were you souvenir shopping while we were almost dying?” You asked “is that why you wanted us to do this mission?” “I don’t have to answer that.” Gojo muttered as Sukuna appeared behind him. The fight from there was rather one sided, Gojo obviously winning the whole time.

It was a couple of weeks later when Yuji had supposedly died that you realised your feelings for him. Many tried to get you out of your room but no one was able to convince you to come out of your room. “(Y/N)!” You could hear Gojo on the other side of the door but you didn’t even have the energy to tell him to go away. “I have someone who wants to see you.” “Go away.” You finally managed to say. “I thought you might say that.” You jumped up at the sound of Yuji’s voice, your eyes widened when you saw him standing there, he opened his arms for you but you moved cautiously touching cheek before diving in and pressing a kiss to his lips “you are not allowed to do that ever again!” “I’ll try not to.” He scratched the back of his head. “Did you at least get rid of your freeloader?” You asked. “Still here sweetheart.” Sukuna said the mouth appeared on his cheek. “Do I get a welcome back kiss?” “You're the reason he even needed one, you do get anything.” You glared assuming that he could see you in some capacity. “You're cute, when I finally get this body you're coming with me.” Sukuna smirked and you glared at him. “God I hate you.” You grumbled. “We’re kind of a package deal.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “Whatever.” You mumbled.

It was a couple of years later, you had both officially entered a relationship and even if Sukuna had never officially requested a place in it, he was kinda there for the ride. One night Yuji had managed to find sleep easy but for some reason you were having trouble, you found yourself sitting on the window seal of the room that you were sharing. “Whatcha doin’ over there kid?” Sukuna asked and when you looked over you saw that he had full control of Yuji’s body as he walked over until he was standing in front of you. You changing with him doesn’t wake him up does it?” You asked. “No, he's still fast asleep.” Sukuna assured you “you didn’t answer my question.” “I was just thinking.” You answered. “Does it hurt?” He asked, you narrowed your eyes at him before turning away “sorry… What are you thinking about?” “We’ve been looking for your fingers and we’re finding them but…” Your eyes moved to his, his gaze seemed to pin you to your seat. “So many people have died for us to get this far and you’ll both be gone by the end of this to… I guess I’m just trying to figure out what I’m going to do next.” “You think I’ll let some second rate sorcerers take me away from you?” He asked, he took your chin in between his thumb and forefinger “at my full power there is nothing that can stop me from getting back to you.” “What about Yuji?” You asked. “The brat will still be here too, if that’s what you really want.” He rolled his eyes, you weren’t sure what caused this change in Sukuna but you were sure if you asked he wouldn’t tell you. So instead of asking you leaned forward and nudged his nose with yours, he rolled his eyes before properly connecting your lips in your first real kiss. Sukuna let out a groan before a tired look took over his face. “No fair why are you guys awake without me.” Yuji complained and you giggled softly. “Don’t worry we were just coming back to bed.” You said as you stood and dragged him back to bed.

You’d never find out how much you really meant to them until one day they were supposed to meet you after a mission but it seemed that Gojo had found you first. Yuji respected his teaching and you but he couldn’t stop the feeling of jealousy rising in him as Gojo’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. “We should stop him.” Sukuna growled. “We should trust her to deal with it herself.” Yuji wasn’t sure he believed it but he had to give you the chance to get rid of the overly touchy teacher yourself. “I swear to god brat if you don’t go over there, I’ll make you.” Sukuna was speaking through gritted teeth but before either one of them could do anything you threw a punch at Gojo who easily dodged it before laughing saying something and then skipping away like a child, he had unfortunately always been that way with you and it wasn’t going to change any time soon.

You didn’t even know they were there but you felt Yuji’s arms wrap around you the second that he touched you the air changed and you could feel the change in the air, the power that Sukuna had gained since collecting more of his fingers has certainly been noticed by you, as you felt the second pair of arms wrap around you, you knew that if you looked down you wouldn’t be able to see them but you could definitely feel them. “You don't have to worry about him.” Your hand reached up behind his head to play with his hair. “He gets too close,” Sukuna mumbled, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “The brat wouldn’t let me come over here.” “You should listen to Yuji more often.” You informed him and he grumbled as you felt the presence of the second pair of arms dissipate, “Told ya.” Yuji muttered, “but for the record, I don’t like it either.” “You two don't realise how similar you are.” You mumbled to yourself before unwrapping his hands and pulling him along with you. “I’m hungry, let's get something to eat.” “Anything you want.” You almost think that they both said it at the same time but you’d only get an argument about who said it first so instead, you pulled them along until you found somewhere you were all happy to eat.

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