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yuji got into a fight at school and uncle sukuna comes to pick him up ( jin is ranting about how yuji is being influenced by sukuna ) !!

uncle sukuna ! nephew yuji !

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SYNOPSIS: After losing your job due to the sloppy work you have been handing in recently, you turn to the only good thing in your life - the time you spend with the man whose job it is to give you the attention you paid for.

WORD COUNT: 2.1 k words

CONTENT: Minors do NOT interact! No-curses AU, host Suguru, fem. reader, host clubs, unrequited love, kissing, fingering, penetration, smut, alcohol (no one is drunk), unwise financial decisions, reader is a little pathetic, emotional manipulation, Suguru is a little terrible and thinks he is above them in many ways, not proofread

When he opens the door to his private lounge at the very top of the building, Suguru blinks down at you in surprise. This feeling isn’t caused by your presence — since you had gone the trouble of booking one of the host club’s kyabakura rooms in advance and way earlier than you usually do — but by the state you’re in.

You’re soaked and he deduces that you must have walked all the way here without an umbrella. When you look up at him you look even more hopeless than you usually do, your face swollen and the corners of your eyes holding that weight that they always do when you’ve cried. Suguru is no stranger to your troubles.

The man coos at you as he moves to the side while he holds the door open. One of his hands finds its place on your shoulder as he guides you into the private room gently. “You poor thing. Did you forget your umbrella? Let me bring you some towels,” he murmurs in that sickeningly sweet voice he uses around you. Making sure you’re seated comfortably, he walks over to the back of the room before he returns with two towels. 

Carefully, he helps you dry off, his hands working to take off your clothes in the process. “You’ll freeze if you keep them on,” Suguru tuts at you when you try to complain. Begrudgingly, you accept what he does, changing into the robe he hands you. It’s a black silk one, not quite long enough to reach your knees but it covers you decently once you tie it together around your waist..

It’s not like you are in a position to feel any shame over exposed skin anyway but you want to hang onto the last bit of dignity you’ve got left for now. In his eyes, you must look pathetic but if that’s the case, he does a good job of hiding it.

It is a part of his job after all. 

Cupping your cheek, the host runs his thumb over the soft skin underneath your eye. “Can I get you something to drink, sweet thing?” Automatically, you nod and the way his eyes crinkle into a satisfied smile makes your heart ache a little less. You feel a little lighter.

It’s only after two drinks that you finally open up to him, the alcohol that warms your body and his gentle voice managing to coax you into spilling what’s weighing so heavily on your heart. 

“I got fired,” you mumble, trying to hide the shame that floods you by emptying your glass. It’s not enough to even make you feel tipsy but you don’t care. Holding it out to him, you wait for a refill. “Just like that. I know I have been slacking off a little at work recently but still…”

Suguru fills your glass, only halfway this time before his hand finds its way to your thigh. Rubbing circles into the skin on the inside of your leg, he coos, “You’ll find something new in no time, won’t you? I’d be sad if you didn’t return to me.”

It’s not that you spend huge sums on him. Suguru has regulars who spend more than five times what you spend on him weekly during a single evening session but there is something about your presence that reassures him.

Whenever you step into his lounge, the way you look for him is a little different than how his other customers do. There’s no sense of transaction to your behavior with him, no feelings of superiority from your side. You don’t see yourself as a buyer – a benefactor of any sort to him. 

Yet, your obviously existent obsession doesn’t go overboard. You manage to walk the tightrope between being too submissive to his every whim and keeping a certain defiance. You understand your role in his life and you don’t try to act out. It’s not complicated with you and he likes the fact that he can count on you to do what he expects you to.

Less trouble for him.

“I-,” you begin, struggling a little. Before, you could barely pay for your little flat considering most of your paycheck ends up in Suguru’s hand but the thought of not seeing him anymore makes you feel physically ill. “I’d find ways to come visit you anyway.”

A cheeky smile tugs on his lips. The thought of your devotion triumphing over your own needs sends a shiver down his spine and his other hand finds its way to your chin, tilting it up for easier access. “But now without any payment… Right, sweetheart?”

Leaning lower, Suguru’s lips find your throat. Leaving warm kisses against your cold skin, he works his way down your chest, between the fabric of the silk robe. Parting it to reveal your chest to his eyes, he chuckles at the soft sigh that leaves your lips. “Let me take care of you. Make sure you’re getting your money’s worth,” he whispers.

Most of the time, his encounters at work are not of a sexual nature. It is either the patrons with particularly loose wallets or his longtime regulars who are allowed to indulge in a passionate session with him and even then, Suguru is picky. Picky about who he wishes to indulge, in what way, and when. 

Today, he’s feeling a little lenient. Not necessarily out of sympathy. You’re fun to keep around and he knows that if he throws you a little treat - offers you a little sweetness - you’ll be coming back for more. Even more so, now that you’re obviously in a bad situation.

Suguru senses the hesitation in your expression and his hands squeeze your waist encouragingly. “What? Not in the mood?” he coos in that way that makes you feel a little guilty. “Here I thought I could help you feel a little better but if you don’t want to…”

“N-no, no, I do want to, it’s just-” you try to explain but he shushes you softly, and soon enough you find yourself on your back, the soft cushions of the sofa comfortable against your skin as the robe is already halfway off your shoulders.

Unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, Suguru smiles down at you in that disarming way that causes your body to feel boneless in the best ways possible. “Just let me cheer my favorite customer up today, hm?”

His favorite.

He probably says this to every single one of his customers but you want to believe in his words today. The way he is looking down at you — molten pools of that rich brown color that swallow you whole whenever your eyes meet, bestowing you with a gaze so filled with adoration — makes you feel special. It is precisely this talent of his that had drawn you to him in the first place.

Suguru’s presence in your life is one that is sure. A pillar your mind could rest against whenever you get lost and struggle to find your place in the world. He was special and when you offered the necessary compensation, he shared that with you. Made you feel special in turn. These hours with him are what you hang onto for dear life —simultaneously hanging onto the belief that you too, could be special. 

Even if it’s just for an hour, right underneath his gaze.

Long fingers dance their way up your shins, palms flattening out against your body once he reaches your thighs. When had he pulled your legs up onto the sofa and squeezed himself between them?  

You don’t get to think about it too much when his hands find their way under your robe which is barely being held together by its belt. The soft sigh that falls from your lips is the thing he’s looking for and it’s evident with the way he hums with satisfaction. 

Warm against your slightly cool skin, his hands slide over your hips, one traveling down again to hike your leg up a little and spread you open for better access, while the other finds the lace of your underwear. Brushing against the fabric, a low chuckle escapes him. 

“You were so hesitant but you’ve already started to soak through your panties,” Suguru chides teasingly. It has a bit of a mean edge to it but all it does is just heat your skin up even more. It’s not unpleasant to have him make fun of you a little and it’s not like you could hide the effect he has on you anyway.

Rubbing your folds through your panties, Suguru bows his head to lick his way up your tummy, continuing until he reaches your chest and wraps his lips around your nipple. Suckling on the sensitive bud, he releases it when it’s perky under his attention before gently catching it between his teeth and tugging on it. You clench down around nothing, your back arching into his touch as a whimper escapes you.

“You can take them off,” you murmur sweetly, your voice sounding breathy and foreign to your own ears. The host’s eyes travel up your body until they settle on your face. 

Tilting his head to the side, he quips, “I know I can.” Teasing you further by rubbing his fingers along the length of your slit, he continues, “Do you want me to? Is this not enough?” His thumb circles over your clit but the friction is not enough as it’s too soft through the fabric, not nearly enough to satisfy you.

“You can be greedy with me.”  

– As long as you pay well.

Rationally, it would be better to spend your time looking for a new place. To save your money and fix your financial situation as swiftly as possible. Indulgence of this level is for people celebrating life’s successes, or perhaps the ones who are blessed with a seemingly endless stream of financial means.

It’s not for someone like you.

Yet, your plea for him to take your underwear off spills from your lips so easily, without anything to hold it back. And when Suguru complies with that smug expression drawn upon that beautiful face of his, you wonder if this is really that wrong of you to indulge in.

His fingers string you along so beautifully, after all. Not just when he plays along with your sorrows and offers you comfort but also in a very literal sense, when he pushes two of them into you, expertly finding that soft spot within that causes your toes to curl. Suguru’s lips find yours again and you’re taken aback for a moment before you press back eagerly.

It is rare for him to be so affectionate and if you hadn’t closed your eyes, you’d see the conflicted look in those brown pools as he gazes down at you, not letting up as his tongue pushes between your lips, tasting you. 

Perhaps this was his conscience prickling at the back of his head but he closes his eyes and turns away from any lingering feelings of guilt as he pulls his fingers out of you. Coated in your wetness, he rubs them over your clit, huffing at the way your hips jump. Cute.

Getting comfortable between your legs, he pushes his pants and his underwear down in one go, just far enough for him to free himself from the restrictive fabric. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he gives himself a few pumps of the hand, watching you as your gaze is focused on his ministrations.

A small pout finds its way onto your expression when he rips open that familiar silver package before pushing the condom onto his cock. 

That is also very cute.

The way your walls squeeze around him as if your heartbeat is fluttering nervously around his girth with every inch he pushes into you forces a groan from his lips. For now, he’d indulge you because people like you need this from people like him. All in good measure, of course.

With every push and pull, he thinks about how light the bills will feel in his hands later and how heavy the guilt will end up resting on your shoulders. If stacked up, he wonders how much money it would take for your back to break. Will you run out of money before he gets to find out?

Suguru knows you love him, knows that you hate yourself and that you do it in part because you love him. He doesn’t like you much either, he thinks, as you whine and writhe underneath him, your tight heat enveloping him over and over again.

When your tear-filled eyes gaze up at him, he leans down to kiss you again. He finds himself hoping that you won’t run out of money just yet.

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Really wish my irl partner was as nice to me as my fictional boyfies are!! I am so pissed off and so hurt but at the same time, I feel ungrateful for asking for things. I hate it. Please, I want boyfie Sukuna 😭😭

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I usually see fics where Sukuna is 'the experienced one' and reader on the other hand is the shy one who never had those types of experiences before so Sukuna has to ""teach"" her how to do it.

However, as Sukuna canonically has never experienced love and attachment to someone in his life, what if he's the one who needs to learn?

What if it's Sukuna who finds himself trembling when he and reader are going to kiss

What if he finds himself ashamed when he wants to go further with reader but doesn't know how to do it because he has never done it so it's reader who softly shows and explains to him how to do it?

I love to imagine and write Sukuna as someone who is experienced when it comes to sex but completely inexperienced when it comes to love.

Modern!Sukuna is used to casual, little flings that mean nothing. Trueform/King of Curses Sukuna is used to admirers throwing themselves at him, begging for a night with him, or people bringing him their daughters to sacrifice their virginity to him in exchange for his blessings. And Sukuna lets himself indulge in those desires of the flesh. He takes what he wants and selfishly uses those strangers' bodies for his own pleasure. Oftentimes, he doesn't even ask for their names or forgets them again because he simply doesn't care.

Sex is easy for Sukuna. But what absolutely terrifies him is when his heart and his stomach feel so strange anytime you are near him and smile at him and treat him with so much affection and love. It scares Sukuna out of his mind that you mean something to him. The thought of losing you makes him almost sick with worry. He fears it would destroy him.

And he catches himself being reluctant to go further. For the first time in his life, he doesn't want to fuck, but wants to make love. But it is a concept so new and strange to him that it scares him. He doesn't know how to proceed because so much is at stake all of a sudden. He doesn't want this to just be a night of meaningless fun. He doesn't want to risk seeing you walk away from him afterward.

Sukuna never cared that deeply about someone. For a long time, he assumed he wasn't capable of love. Maybe because no one ever treated him with love either. Maybe because no one saw him in that light. Maybe because he always was just the guy for one night. Or maybe because he was a god-like monster that people admired but also feared. Maybe because he scared everyone off with his intimidating looks and personality.

But you somehow saw something more in him. Sukuna thinks you are the first and only one who saw his true self, which was hidden so deeply behind his perfect mask of arrogance and indifference.

And now Sukuna's world has been turned upside down. Suddenly, he doesn't want to take but wants to give instead. He doesn't just care about his own pleasure but wants you to feel good. He wants to see your eyes roll back and hear you moan his name, not because it gives him a feeling of power but because he wants to make you happy. He wants you to stay in his bed and in his arms afterward. He wants to wake up with you snuggled against him. He wants to kiss your hands and your lips and tell you that you own his heart. He wants it to mean something.

Sukuna doesn't know how to return to the person he was before you loved him and taught him how to love, too. And he knows he could never share this with anyone else. So please forgive him if his large, strong hands tremble slightly when he touches your cheek. Even a man like him can be scared of something.

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HIHI IM SO SCARED TO SEND THIS BUT do you have any fic series recs for sukuna specifically non curse au?? IM SO STARVED FOR HIM HAAHADHCIS

don’t be scared! hi :) i think i have listed most of the sukuna fics ive read in my fics i love posts! and they’re only non curse au cause i don’t really like true form fics cause they’re usually set back in the heian era and i just can’t imagine myself in that era as a black girl😭 so i prefer reading non curse au!!! sorry for the yap lol but my favourite sukuna non curse au fics are

clipped wings (this is my favourite one out of all of them. yes i’m picking favourites this one is fucking amazing)

silent love

cosa nostra

the kiss on the ring i carry the crown

shameful attraction

karma

the black swan

blackmail

done waiting

forgotten souls (this one was very beautiful)

knock out

eraser

yuji’s caretaker

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Please consider: sukuna in a crop top tho

I hear you anon

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sucking thoma’s dick while ayaka holds your hair back and ayato instructs you…

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I usually see fics where Sukuna is 'the experienced one' and reader on the other hand is the shy one who never had those types of experiences before so Sukuna has to ""teach"" her how to do it.

However, as Sukuna canonically has never experienced love and attachment to someone in his life, what if he's the one who needs to learn?

What if it's Sukuna who finds himself trembling when he and reader are going to kiss

What if he finds himself ashamed when he wants to go further with reader but doesn't know how to do it because he has never done it so it's reader who softly shows and explains to him how to do it?

I love to imagine and write Sukuna as someone who is experienced when it comes to sex but completely inexperienced when it comes to love.

Modern!Sukuna is used to casual, little flings that mean nothing. Trueform/King of Curses Sukuna is used to admirers throwing themselves at him, begging for a night with him, or people bringing him their daughters to sacrifice their virginity to him in exchange for his blessings. And Sukuna lets himself indulge in those desires of the flesh. He takes what he wants and selfishly uses those strangers' bodies for his own pleasure. Oftentimes, he doesn't even ask for their names or forgets them again because he simply doesn't care.

Sex is easy for Sukuna. But what absolutely terrifies him is when his heart and his stomach feel so strange anytime you are near him and smile at him and treat him with so much affection and love. It scares Sukuna out of his mind that you mean something to him. The thought of losing you makes him almost sick with worry. He fears it would destroy him.

And he catches himself being reluctant to go further. For the first time in his life, he doesn't want to fuck, but wants to make love. But it is a concept so new and strange to him that it scares him. He doesn't know how to proceed because so much is at stake all of a sudden. He doesn't want this to just be a night of meaningless fun. He doesn't want to risk seeing you walk away from him afterward.

Sukuna never cared that deeply about someone. For a long time, he assumed he wasn't capable of love. Maybe because no one ever treated him with love either. Maybe because no one saw him in that light. Maybe because he always was just the guy for one night. Or maybe because he was a god-like monster that people admired but also feared. Maybe because he scared everyone off with his intimidating looks and personality.

But you somehow saw something more in him. Sukuna thinks you are the first and only one who saw his true self, which was hidden so deeply behind his perfect mask of arrogance and indifference.

And now Sukuna's world has been turned upside down. Suddenly, he doesn't want to take but wants to give instead. He doesn't just care about his own pleasure but wants you to feel good. He wants to see your eyes roll back and hear you moan his name, not because it gives him a feeling of power but because he wants to make you happy. He wants you to stay in his bed and in his arms afterward. He wants to wake up with you snuggled against him. He wants to kiss your hands and your lips and tell you that you own his heart. He wants it to mean something.

Sukuna doesn't know how to return to the person he was before you loved him and taught him how to love, too. And he knows he could never share this with anyone else. So please forgive him if his large, strong hands tremble slightly when he touches your cheek. Even a man like him can be scared of something.

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Jujutsu Kaisen and JR Central collab illustration.

The gang (and Todo) wearing Yukata!

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Crazy thing is … Sukuna hates yuuji so much in the manga that finding out that’s his nephew might actually be what defeats him for good 😭😭

PLEASE this made me laugh so much!!! Imagine Sukuna dramatically breaking down, "No! I don't want to be related to that brat! I can't take it! Kill me, please, I cannot live with this shame!!" 😂😂

I mean this is the man who told Yorozu that he is fine with them getting married if she wins the fight against him because to him, getting defeated is the same as dying, so he doesn't mind what she does to his "dead" body 😂😂😂 So dramatic!!

I love him 😂

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Will I be able to finally finish chapter 13 of Separation Anxiety?

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Portrait practice

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Sukuna 👹

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v2 where the twin is / turned out like Jin due to various circumstances

I prefer this dynamic. I need and want only one Sukuna <3