Zoey

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[infinitelysolarsecret]

welcome to Zoey's blog!

NOTE:

"What you might find here is mostly reposts as I'm not usually quite active (about posting anything myself). However sometimes I do post my drawings of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and Naruto and Jujutsu Kaisen."

And yes my blog is MDNI

[belimah]

Itadori's fond memories by nandemotokasu

[to00fu]

the taste of you and me will never leave my lips again

[paperellina]

toji doesnt let anything bad in life stain his sweet girl ♡

new series!! rough toji x shy&sweet!reader

one thing about toji is that no matter how rough the edges of his life are, he keeps every last one of them away from you.

youre too sweet for it, too soft, all warm smiles and gentle hands and that way you look at him like theres nothing ugly in the world, let alone in him, and he cant stand the thought of any of his habits brushing up against you.

when hes outside with a cigarette between his fingers and you come padding over in those soft little house clothes, he notices before you even reach him, turning his wrist so the ember faces away from you, already stepping back.

"…nah, stay there," he mutters, voice low.

you still come closer, smiling up at him, and he exhales the smoke away from your face, chin tipped toward the dark yard instead of you.

"aint for you," he says, quieter this time, like its obvious. like sweet girls like you arent supposed to smell like smoke. his free hand still finds your waist, though, pulling you into his side while he keeps the cigarette held far back behind him.

you sigh into him, and he presses a small, sweet kiss on your hairline.

and its the same with his temper.

his gruff voice, the hard stare, the clipped replies, but the second you wander into the room all soft and sleepy, asking him something in that sweet voice of yours, it changes.

youll hear him cursing under his breath at something that pissed him off, jaw tight, shoulders tense, and the second you peek your head around the doorway, he goes quiet.

his eyes land on you and his whole expression shifts.

"...what d'you need," he mutters, still rough, but softer for you.

even with the people he keeps around, hes careful. if someone talks too loud, too crude, too rough when youre nearby, hes already looking at them before you even notice.

that slow, flat stare, the one that says enough.

because as far as hes concerned, you stay sweet, and nothing mean in this world gets to stain that if he can help it.

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[belimah]

Ryomen Sukuna study by VL

[belimah]

art by Xanei

[mrssukuna]

Jealous Sukuna

Summary : Sukuna hasn’t spoken to his situationship in three days. Upset, she threatens to go seek another man. 

cw: p & v, smut, rough, begging, degradation, breeding 

a/n: my first fanfic!! I hope you enjoy it. let me know what you think  p☆rn link

Three days…

It’s been three whole days and you haven’t heard from your situationship, Ryomen Sukuna. Things have been weird between you two. One day it seems he’s all about you and the next it seems like he can’t even be bothered. You understand the king of curses is busy harassing and terrorizing innocent people and villages, but you also understand that you deserve clear communication. You’ve been texting and calling non stop since he left your house after a movie night and it’s been crickets 

“I just can’t believe him. This time I’m done. No matter what excuse he has, I am done!” 

This was your sixth rant you’ve had with your best friend. You’ve gone through all the stages of a break up. Anger, sadness, denial and now you are at acceptance. Completely done with his antics and just wanted to wash your hands clean. After all it’s been almost a year of you dealing with Sukuna and he still is afraid to make things official. 

Just then you heard your doorcode being put into your small one bedroom apartment and the lock turning. To your surprise you see a relaxed and honestly very good looking Sukuna  . You had given him the door code expecting for him to take the next steps with you, only for him to invade your privacy with the excuse of ‘there is no privacy with me’. He’s staring down at you almost waiting for you to come running into his arms. 

“Girl, let me call you back.” you say quickly before hanging up the phone. The silence was heavy and long almost to see who would break first. 

“You didn’t miss me, Brat?” he spat. Voice low and smooth sending a slight chill up your spine. You hated the nickname at first but with time you learned that it was something he only called you and soon grew to love it. 

“Where have you been Ryomen”  Calling him by that name only when you are upset with him 

“Why must you bore me with these questions, women? I have no time for your filthy attuite” 

You understood what Sukuna could do to you and respected him as such, but you respected yourself more. You never hesitated to go toe to toe with him even at the threat of your life. You also knew for a fact Sukuna would never lay a hand on you, but he would never admit that. 

“Boy, fuck you. You’ve played with me too many tim-”

“Watch your mouth women” He said, stepping closer to you.

“No you watch your mouth” you spat back “You leave me for three days. Go back to that other bitch you were with” 

“You have no business in my whereabouts. We are not wed and will not be. You know what this arrangement is” 

You paused at his words. Unsure of what to say next. You always thought deep down Sukuna had a soft spot for you and was growing to the idea of you two being together. You fight back the tears as the lump in your throat grows to an abnormal size. You knew your next words had to hurt him the same way he hurt you. 

“Well that’s perfect then Ryomen.” you said with a smile “I’ll keep that in mind the next time I fuck that dude from the Gojo clan. Satoru I think his name is? Has the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.” You said with a giggle. 

It was his turn to pause, but you would allow no silence to occur. 

“He’s a real cutie and his dick is huge. He’s been on me since the first time we fucked. Now I have the greenlight to see him more often I suppose” 

You’ve never met this Gojo in person in your whole life, but knew Sukuna hated his guts. You knew that would hit a spot for him like no other. You were scared for his reaction, but terrified when you looked in his eyes and saw pure rage. You have never seen him so angry before. His face pale and eyes twitching. It turned you on to no end. 

He swiftly moved closer to you, his mouth close to your ear and whispers 

“Woman, I will kill you” 

You hated what sukuna did to you. Although Sukuna was a murderous monster, you loved every second of it. Every threat went straight to your heat, soaking your panties. For a second you believed him, but again why not see how far you can push the demon of all demons. 

“Now I won’t feel so guilty letting him pound my pussy in the same bed you do” 

With that last statement he hoisted your body on his shoulder and carried you into your bedroom. 

He quickly slammed you on the bed making you bounce up and the bed creek

“You dare speak such vulgar words to me, brat” he spat “I’ll show you who you belong to” 

He wasted no time to rip your pants in half. Leaving your Hello Kitty pj pants in shreds on your wood floors. 

“You will be broken and limping before I ever give you away to another man” 

He flips you on your stomach and pulls your hips to the air, exposing your soaked panties to the sky. 

“Look at you, you freak. So wet for me already” He says rubbing your covered clit. 

“Fuck!” You sigh 

“Did I tell you to speak?” He again rips your soaked panties off your body, moving them to your mouth. You open them wide, aware of what was to come next. He shoves the wet panties into your mouth leaving them and  allowing you to taste yourself. 

He takes his big manly hands to your cunt rubbing slowly from your excited hole to your pulsing clit. He rubs your slit slowly and hard before landing a hard smack on the bud. 

He moves his hand back to your clit, flicking softly and quick on your pulsing cunt, forcing you to moan on the panties. He lays another hard slap on your clit causing you to scream in pleasure and pain. 

“You will not make another sound, do you understand?” Causing you to nod your head slowly. The sweat from excitement and fear started to form on your brow. You knew how to push Sukuna’s buttons but he has never looked too angry and disgusted in you. You felt a wave of pleasure rush over you once more when he rammed his thick fingers in your tight hole, curving his fingers upwards to find your spot. 

You push your head into the already hot bed to muffle any noises that might escape around your already bounded mouth. Sukuna kept his motions strong and hard causing you to shake and stir around him. 

“Keep yourself still slut. And you dare not to cum” 

His voice was low and determined. Sukuna continued to assault your spot as you drip on his hand. You try your best to muffle the sounds not knowing what punishment will come of it. 

He takes his other hand to grab a fist full of your hair pulling your head up causing you to arch your back harder. You wince in pain from the pressure. 

“I’ll show you who you belong to” He growls. Releasing your hair only after biting your shoulder leaving a small mark that will be there for at least a few days. 

He removes his fingers landing another piercing smack to your clit making you scream out in pain around your panties. He unbuckles himself and releases his hard, dense shaft. He positions himself at your pulsing hole before ramming himself into you. 

You stop yourself from screaming again. He pumps into you hard and fast while gripping tightly on your hips and ass. His hands felt warm with rage and desperation. 

“You~ ngh ~ only belong to me” he manages to escape while he continues to thrust into you viciously. He can feel you tensing on his solid dick indicating a climax is near. He quickly pulls himself out of you and allows you to shake violently. 

Tears begin to fill in your eyes as you realize the orgasm you were so close to achieving had been taken from you. 

“You want to cum, brat?” he asked teasingly. You nod your head violently letting out a soft cry. He grabs a fist full of your hair again, bringing your head close to his mouth so he can whisper in your ear. “Well that’s too bad”. 

He pushes your head into the sweaty bed and inserts himself again. You feel every inch of his hard dick pounding in and out of your soaked heat. “Beg for it” he says while ripping the panties from your mouth. 

“Please kuna, please I need to cum” you beg as he pounds your wet pussy. He chuckles at your desperation as he lays a hard smack on your ass. 

“I can’t hear you whore” he spat 

“Kuna I’m so sorry, please can i cum” you whine. Unable to get half the words out. You feel yourself coming undone around him. 

He grabs your throat with both his hands and bangs into your soaking wet pussy causing your overflowing juices to squirt on him and the bed 

“Fuck” you scream, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Sukuna continues to pound into you with his hands around your throat until he lets out a loud grunt and fills you with his seed, the first time he has ever done this. 

He steady his pace and pulls himself out of her abused pussy, laying a light smack on your ass. You lay on your stomach still unable to ease the shaking. 

“You better be lying about fucking Gojo. I’d split that fucker in half for touching what’s mine” he said. You can feel an intense piercing stare burning a hole into your head. 

You turn slowly to look at him in his eyes “I guess you’ll never know” you said with a giggle.

[esha-isboogara]

ahhh it’s all over the screen

[lafaiette]

Upon my sleeves Your scent, at least, leave behind, O, plum blossom! That, unsated, when you have scattered I’ll have a keepsake to forget you not…

@pomolattes brought to life one of the most difficult and painful scenes to write from my fic Irori 😭

They perfectly captured the way Moriko hoped to reunite with Sukuna until the very end, and Sukuna's sorrow for having come too late. Thank you so much again!

[infinitelysolarsecret]

IM SOBBING 😭😭😭

[belimah]

Art by way0 on X

[starscloset]

chill no one’s gonna take her away from you

[rubyys-domain]

[THE MASTERLIST]

thinking of MODULO YUJI who has been secretly fucking nobara's granddaughter.

ALL REASON ASIDE : THE SERIES !

PLOT. you’re nobara’s granddaughter, which means yuji was never supposed to touch you…until he does, and it turns into something neither of you ever define. even after disappearing from your grandmother’s life, he keeps coming back to you behind her back, keeping you well fucked—until one day, he leaves your life as well. a year later, on the night you get engaged, yuji comes back.

WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, smut, angst, porn with plot, age-gap (60 years), yuji is 83-years-old, reader is nobara's granddaughter, taboo relationship (?).

CHARACTERS. ITADORI YUJI (JJK MÓDULO).

masterlist :: modulo yuji collection

CHAPTER 1 LOVE ISN'T RATIONAL, IT'S PHYSICAL ! WARNINGS: 18+, mdni, angst, porn with plot, age-gap (60 years, yikess), yuji is 83-years-old, reader is nobara's granddaughter, taboo relationship (?), tension, cheating (reader is engaged), smoking, yuji is a slightttt jerk (imo), fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, doggy style (prone bone), unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread (i gave up). WC: 4.2k.

CHAPTER 2 AND EVEN I KNOW THIS AIN'T SMART !

WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, porn with plot, age-gap (60 years), yuji is 78-79 years old here, reader is 20, reader is nobara's granddaughter, taboo relationship (?), tension, smoking, yuji is a little cold, virginity loss. fingering, p in v, protection is used, not proofread. WC. 5.2k.

CHAPTER 3 HE LIES, HE BLUFFS, HE'S UNRELIABLE !

coming soon...

photos sourced from pinterest :: edited by me

[miniairo]

Patreon update🥰

This man loves to eat

[yeagersss]

Anon request for virgin!Sukuna which accidentally turned into a thingy on Sukuna's thoughts and feelings as he discovers sex. Hope you enjoy pookie!

Heian Era — Sukuna x F!Reader

Warning: reader is a prostitute serving in a brothel, smut, dp, use of hand mouth and stomach mouth by Sukuna, also my pathetic attempt at writing proper smut 🥹

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Sukuna was eleven years old when he saw something... interesting.

It was inside an empty barn he had taken refuge in. At that time, he was still naive—still didn't know much about the world. He was still learning how to read and write.

So he was left in utter confusion when he saw the farmer's wife and a younger man doing... something on top of a bed of hay. He couldn't understand what it was, why they were doing it and why they were naked. So he just... stared from his hiding place, wondering deeply what this thing was that these humans were doing.

It wasn't until he was sixteen did Sukuna finally found out about sex through the medical scrolls he had taken from a travelling doctor—whom he had killed and eaten.

It gave him insight on the act and how it was performed and why—reproduction.

But as he consumed more literature, Sukuna learned that there was more to sex than just that. It was the greatest pleasure that a man could ever experience and—apperently—also the most intimate act between two individuals. A great way to connect to a person in a physical and emotional sense.

"Hmph. Rubbish." Sukuna claimed as he tossed away the scroll mentioning this utter nonsense.

When he was twenty-two, Sukuna—again— stumbled upon the act in a clearing inside the forest while he was hunting for meat. He merely watched the couple. The way the man was draped across the woman as he thrusted into her.

After a while, the man rolled over, looking utterly satisfied. But the woman was frowning at him.

"I didn't reach my climax."

"Really? I thought you did with how vocal you were."

"Vocal—?! You barely touched me! You didn't even please me like I did you!"

"Wha—? Why are you yelling at me?!"

"Because why do you always focus on your own pleasure, you pig! That's all men do! They don't know a single thing about how to satisfy a woman—"

Sukuna flicked his finger and killed both of them then and there. He couldn't tolerate their shrilly voices any longer and he was also hungry.

But the woman's words stuck to him for a while. So pleasuring a woman during sex was a complicated art? How interesting.

And that's how he found himself sparing a brothel when he raided a town. The women inside were cowering in fear as his towering presence entered. But the owner of this place, an old wrinkled woman, stepped forward and bowed deeply his way.

"O' Disgraced One. How may we serve you?"

Sukuna sneered at the woman's bowing head. "It's a whorehouse. You know how I wish to be served."

"Of course. I... apologise for my ignorance."

"I'll consider sparing you if your finest whore does her job well. Now... Where is she?"

And that's how you found yourself walking through the hallway, draped in silk, heart stammering as you made your way to pleasure the King of Curses.

When you opened the door, you found him laying against the plush cushions on a large futon, staring at you like a bored tiger wondering what to do with their prey.

You merely bowed, your head touching the ground.

"My lord, I'm here to serve you."

You waited for his instructions. Usually the men who frequented this place would tell you to strip, before pining you down and taking you.

"Then serve me. What are you waiting for, woman?" Came his impatient baritone voice.

You were confused. "My lord, you must tell me how you wish to have me—"

"Do what you want." He merely said with a wave of his hand. You couldn't help but raise your head to stare at him in surprise.

Do what you want? This is a first...

Unless—

"Oh—" You stammered out. "I—I understand."

Suddenly there a immense amount of pressure on you. Because you realized that the King of Curses was a virgin seeking this sort of pleasure for the first time. You had to perform well otherwise you can say goodbye to everyone—including yours—lives.

You took a deep breath, standing up and carefully shedding your robes. You did it in a slow and teasing manner—just like how all the men loved.

But this was no ordinary man as he sneered at you.

"What are you doing? Hurry up. Or do you wish for death?"

"F-Forgive me!" You squeaked out and quickly shed your clothes, standing before him as bare as the day you were born. His four eyes roamed across your body.

Hmph. Passable.

Your heart raced wildly as you went down on your knees before crawling closer to him. His lips curled up at that.

"Atleast you know you belong on your knees in front of me." He commented with a grin. You noticed the mouth on his stomach was also grinning and swallowed in nervousness at that.

When you were close to him, you hesitantly reached for his hakama pants, biting your lip. "May I...?"

He stared at you before giving a slight nod and you carefully undid his clothing before sliding it off.

Two cocks.

Two semi hard cocks were resting against his thighs.

Oh god.

Your hands started trembling. Besides that, he was massive and you wondered deeply how you were going to take him.

Sukuna had to admit, the look on your face did make his pride swell.

"Are you done staring, little thing? Better get on with it if you know what's good for you."

And you did, you decided to straddle his large thighs and grind yourself against his upper cock. Your hands gently ran across his chest. Even you have admit, that his muscles were a piece of art and the tattooes merely acentuated that.

"M-My lord... Is this okay...?" You panted out softly.

But Sukuna's heavy stare was on the way your cunt was sliding across his cock, coating his shaft with your wetness.

He thought back to that couple in the clearing again.

Why do you always focus on your own pleasure, you pig!

And then he stopped you with a firm hand on your thigh. You stiffened, heart racing as you prayed that you didn't do anything wrong. "My lord...?"

Sukuna didn't reply. Instead, bringing another hand closer to your cunt. His palm split open to reveal a mouth. You almost reeled back in horror until he pressed it right against your cunt. You threw your head back in pleasure as you felt the warm tongue moving inside you.

"O-Oh God!!"

Sukuna smirked. "There's no god here. Just me" He said in amusement, staring at your writhing frame intensely.

Seeing you squirm—seeing those tears in your eyes and seeing the way you were desperately holding his thick wrist, trying to pry his hand away was stirring something in his groin.

He had the urge to wrap his cocks around the tight warmth between your legs.

He licked his lips and pulled his hand away, watching you fall forward but quickly bracing yourself by placing your hands on his chest.

"I'm entering you now." He simply stated as he lifted you up. He didn't give you time to adjust as he pressed the tip of his upper cock against your entrance.

You bit your lip harshly as he stretched you out to the brink. You were so glad that he used his—should you even call it a mouth?—to prepare you. Otherwise, you were sure he'd split you open. Sukuna gritted his teeth as at your warm, slick heat. His body felt hot—so hot. And whatever this feeling was, it was slowly clouding his senses. He felt like he was surrounded by a warm mist.

It felt... good.

You felt as though the wind was knocked out of you when he thrusted up. Two hands were firmly planted on your ass. You merely held on to his forearms as he started moving. You moaned loudly, pleading for him to go faster but also to be merciful.

He suddenly gave your ass a smack. "Did I tell you to stop? You're neglecting my lower cock, woman." His voice was strained in a way that was familiar to you—You were pleasing him as much as he was pleasing you.

You leaned in, hand coming up to caress the deformed side of his face. Your lustfilled eyes bored into his narrowed ones.

"Ah—then enter me from behind too—Please my lord—" You gasped out.

He didn't reply. You only felt the familiar wetness from the mouth on his hand slithering into your ass. The overwhelming pleasure from that and his thick cock driving into you made you shudder.

But when he pulled his hand away and guided his lower cock into you, you swore you were about to pass out then and there. You've never felt this full in your entire life serving as a whore and you knew you never will again once he's done with you and if he spares you.

"Fuck—" He hissed out. "Look at you. You're taking me too well." He wasn't sure where that praise came from. His heat filled mind just decided it was a necessary thing to say at this very moment.

He reached out—all four hands—two spreading your ass cheeks apart and two resting on your thighs as he finally moved with all of him nestled deep within you.

It was filthy and too much—too much. His body was chasing something. There was a tight coil in his lower stomach that was ready to snap. Slowly, slowly the pleasure was building until finally—

The King of Curses was blinded by white.

At that moment, Sukuna realized that sex was, unfortunately, one of the greatest pleasures out there. It was different to eating—to the satisfaction of tasting different types of meat. Sex was overwhelming and all-consuming. It was a blissful act that could leave a person vulnerable.

He didn't care about love—but knew the concept of it from his studies. And now, he understood why this act was considered so intimate by humans.

Sukuna wondered when he had closed his eyes and slumped back against the cushions, panting heavily. He opened his eyes and saw you slumped forward, breathing heavily. He noticed how you were still stiff and coiled up—like you hadn't reached completion like he just did.

You shifted uncomfortably before looking at him with half lidded eyes.

"Did I please you, my lord?"

"You didn't reach your finish, did you?"

You blinked, opening your mouth and closing it. Unsure of what to say because this was the first time a man had cared about... your comfort. If it was someone else, you would have said no, you didn't. But since this is the King of Curses—

"I-It's quite alright, my lord. All that matters is that you—"

You gasped as he lifted you from his cocks and suddenly brought you closer to the mouth on his stomach.

"Ha! Do not lie to me, you foolish woman. Come here."

And then he had you rocking on that large tongue. You tried to pull away at first but the great pleasure he was giving you made it impossible to stop. You bucked your hips needily against the wet tongue until finally you reached your climax.

Sukuna knew that you did with the way your cunt gushed out more wetness on his tongue. He could taste you so well—salty, slightly sweet and he knew that indulging in your flesh would leave his hunger satisfied as well.

He also couldn't help but think back to that utter buffoon in the clearing. He seriously couldn't do this to his woman? What a fucking moron. Pleasuring a woman is a walk in the park.

Now that it was over, he wasn't sure what to do. He considered tossing you aside. But for some reason, treating you like nothing felt... wrong at this very moment.

So he merely pulled you away from him and rolled you over, laying you down next to him. His lower eye glanced at you, you had your eyes closed, face still flushed slightly pink and you looked utterly content as you were catching your breath. You looked like you were about to fall asleep right next to him.

You looked too peaceful next to him.

Sukuna scowled and got up, putting on his hakama pants. You sat up, staring at him as he made his way to the shoji screen.

"My lord—?"

"Consider your whorehouse spared." He simply said and left.

You never saw him again after that. Neither did Sukuna ever visited you again.

Because to his utter annoyance, he discovered another excruciating detail about sex when decided to indulge in it again.

It wasn't enjoyable when it wasn't you.

[lafaiette]

Spoilers for Irori!

Hey, Anon, remember this request you made for another AU ending? :)

GUESS WHAT

Sukuna drew his hand away from his mouth – the palm was dirty with blood.

“We must hurry, Uraume,” he said, his voice too hoarse and deep, each sound followed by some sort of whistle.

They had to use a winged curse to reach the Shinto-Buddhist temple in time. He spat out blood for the whole journey, his body wracked by fever, his chest heavy, his lungs burning.

But he refused to die. Not now, not yet. Not when they could finally be happy again, the three clans terrified enough to finally leave them in peace.

Uraume held his arm for the whole journey, his innocent, sweet way of supporting him in case he swayed again, but Sukuna suspected he also needed that physical contact to reassure himself, to find strength, to avoid going mad.

He had mistreated the poor child. He had ignored his sorrow and pain to focus wholly on his own, consumed as he was by it.

The monks and miko didn't react when they saw them land, but one of them hurried in a small building, from which she reemerged accompanied by a familiar man.

It was Akisuke, Sukuna realized with a start. He had gotten older, his shoulders broad, several lines caused by worry on his thin face.

"You came back!" He gawked at Sukuna as if he couldn't believe it.

"Where is Moriko?"

He saw Akisuke flinch. His voice sounded bad even to his ears, and he didn't even want to imagine what he looked like. Like a corpse, probably, or someone about to become one soon.

He felt ashamed. He had hoped to return to Moriko clad in triumph and prowess, soiled with blood, yes, but alive and strong, ready to protect her against anyone and anything, ready to reassure her that no one would ever dare disturb their peace again.

Instead, he smelled of rot, and even though he had finally killed enough sorcerers to scare the Emperor and the three clans, it seemed it had all been for nothing, for he was dying, his strength was failing him, and his mind was filled with fear.

He was returning to her as a ruin.

I failed you, Moriko.

"Where is she?" he repeated, his tone more urgent, angrier, and Akisuke hurriedly pointed at the building he had just left.

"She fell ill a few weeks ago."

The fire burning within Sukuna's lungs momentarily froze.

"Ill...?"

"One of the monks said it could be her heart. She..." Tears filled Akisuke's eyes. "She never stopped waiting for you."

Sukuna took a deep, shaky breath, but his body didn't like that. He started coughing again, and some droplets of blood fell on the ground.

"I'm dying," he said, and Akisuke bit his lips to stop his tears and nodded in a grave manner.

"But if I can die with my beloved in my arms," he continued, looking at the building in the distance, "I will consider myself a blessed man."

He moved forward, Uraume always at his side, holding him by the elbow. Every step hurt, heavy as a stone, but he kept going, his mind, his soul, his heart screaming and calling a single name.

Moriko, Moriko, I'm home!

She was lying on a simple futon, so different from the one on which they had spent so many moments of joy and pleasure.

She also had aged, but she looked more beautiful than ever. There were some lines on her face and white threads in her hair, too, but when she raised her eyes to the door and saw him standing there, he was reminded of a young Moriko, of his sleepy wife looking up at him as they prepared to go to bed.

She started crying almost immediately. She tried to sit up, but she was too weak to do so, and her sister, who was sitting by her side, had to help her.

"Beloved!" she sobbed, and Sukuna wondered how he had managed to survive all those years without hearing her voice. "Sukuna!"

"I'm here, Moriko."

He sat on his knees, and his heart was beating so loudly as he took her hand in his that he could barely hear himself speak.

"Moriko..."

"You're ill!"

She touched his face with her free hand, her eyes wide with fear and pain, and he felt guilty. But her touch felt divine, and he leaned into the palm of her hand, letting out a relieved sigh.

"I am."

"Oh Sukuna!"

She burst into loud sobs and pressed her face on his chest, wrapping her thin arms around his waist. He wrapped his own, his four, monstrous ones, around her frail body.

"I'm sorry for being so late," he said, nuzzling her hair, mapping her back and sides and neck, everything so familiar, so well-known. He remembered every detail of her by heart.

"I... I wrote to you, but I didn't know how to reach you! I wanted to leave the temple, but..."

"No, it's good that you didn't, my love. I drowned the country in blood and chaos. Your place was here, among the clouds, safe from it all."

"My place is with you!"

She pulled away to look at him, but she wasn't accusing him, she wasn't angry, just terribly sad and hurt and relieved all at once.

"Yes."

He stroked a freckled cheek with a finger, and finally the world made sense again, finally his mind was clear, his chest less heavy, his heart bleeding less, rejuvenated by his love for her and her love for him.

"Yes," he repeated, and he smiled for the first time in several years. "You are mine, and I am yours, Moriko."

She made a low, brittle sound, a choked sob, and her head hang low.

He tilted it up again and said, his own eyes burning:

"I'm sorry."

"Sukuna!"

"I shouldn't have left. Or I should have returned sooner. I..."

He exhaled, another fit of cough already climbing up his chest, threatening to leave his throat in a violent way. His right eyes found a vase of flowers in a corner of the room, healthy and thriving.

"I was afraid," he admitted, his left eyes on Moriko, always on her. Now that they were together again, he would never let her go.

She shook her head, not to scold him, but to reassure him.

"I will take care of you. Whatever is wrong with you, I will find a remedy, I will look for a cure among my father's herbs and..."

"I will gladly accept to live again, if it's by your side," he gently interrupted her, before pressing his disfigured face on her chest, "but only if you swear to do the same, Moriko."

He kissed the spot where her heart was, and he felt his throat tighten.

"Live, my love."

"Oh, beloved," she babbled, hugging his head. "I swear it."

He felt stronger than ever, but a subtle weakness, a light torpor still numbed his limbs, and that fit of cough was still there, a heavy lump stuck in his throat together with years of unshed tears.

He moved to look at her. Before he started coughing blood again, before he risked soiling his and her mouth with his illness, he needed to do something, something he had missed doing for so long.

He closed the distance and kissed her, a chaste, delicate kiss. She deepened it with a sob, and they hugged again.

"Moriko," he murmured when they broke the kiss. He could almost breathe normally again. "Moriko, I'm home."

She smiled at him, the same sweet, loving smile that had appeared in his dreams so often in those terrible years.

He smiled back, and he hoped it was a good sight. It must have been, for she let out a laughing, relieved breath all at once.

Uraume hugged her so tightly Sukuna almost feared to see her snapped in half. But their child was a gentle boy, and he soon realized he risked hurting her.

"Mother," he murmured, his voice thick with tears. "I missed you."

And when she said she had missed him, too, her smile back on her pale face, something broke within the boy. Something he had locked in ice for a long time, a piece of his soul still hurting, still aching, still sore with sorrow and homesickness.

He wailed on her lap, his body trembling, and Moriko looked sad again as she rubbed his back and caressed his hair.

Sukuna looked at him and saw not a young youth, but a child again, a lost, neglected son who had been treated like a servant after tasting the love of a family for the first time in his life.

Ashamed, he took his hand, hoping it wasn't too late. He would understand if Uraume pushed him away.

But he didn't. The poor child squeezed his hand, his sobs and hiccups relenting a little, and Sukuna felt wretched and relieved in equal measure.

He and Moriko spoke for many hours that day and night, and the day and night after, and the day and night after again, until there was no need for words, apologies, questions, and answers anymore.

"I feared my own curse would consume me and drag you into hell," he told her once, as they lay in each other's arms. "I feared the curses stirring in my viscera. I feared your death."

"You're not cursed, beloved," she replied, placing her hand on top of his.

They were both still weak, Moriko's heart very frail, Sukuna's lungs full of blood, but they were still alive.

"Moriko, dear heart." He swallowed, staring at her. "What am I?"

"You're human." She smiled, her eyes wet. "You have always been."

He took a deep breath. She would prepare an herbal remedy for him every morning, and even though it wasn't enough to cure whatever ailed him, it helped him not cough too much.

"Thank you," he murmured, before peppering her face with kisses. "I will be honored to die by your side as one."

Her lower lip wobbled, but they had accepted their end was near.

They agreed it was alright - they would meet again in the next life and start again, and this time their love wouldn't have such a bittersweet ending, but a happy, blissful one.

And to make sure it would happen, they had made a Binding Vow, including Uraume in it. An undying promise that they would reunite after their deaths and be reborn together.

Three months passed, some of the happiest of their lives, together with the marvelous ones they had spent in their house in the forest and on the matagi mountain.

They were relaxing in the woods that surrounded the temple when a man appeared. A weird, uncanny man with a scar on his forehead.

"Ah, love!" he sighed when he saw Sukuna and Moriko sitting on the grass, holding each other. "Such a peculiar curse, don't you think?"

Next to them, Uraume bared his teeth and summoned a blade of ice.

"Who are you!?"

"A guest of the temple. A friend, hopefully."

The man's smile was oily, filled with danger.

"I come to you with a proposal," he said, turning to Sukuna and Moriko again. "I'm working on a very important experiment, you see. But it's quite complicated, so much it will show its first effects only in a long time from now."

"An experiment?" Moriko timidly repeated, and the man grinned at her.

"Indeed! Humanity always intrigued me. Its potential, its characteristics... how will it evolve, centuries from now? How can it be shaped, influenced, transfigured?"

Sukuna narrowed his eyes.

"You're Kenjaku, aren't you?"

"Ah! My reputation precedes me."

"It does, since it's quite bad. People say you're mad, your experiments cruel and gross beyond belief."

The grin on the man's face only got larger.

"And they say you're a bloodthirsty calamity, and yet here you are, Ryomen Sukuna. Surrounded by a loving family, death's cold fingers already touching you."

Ice formed under Uraume's feet as he made a step forward.

"Begone, you foul creature, bringer of misfortune and death.”

Kenjaku chuckled and completely ignored him.

"I need players for my experiment. The right people in the right setting. The right pieces on the right board. And who better than Ryomen Sukuna and the sweet woman to whom he gave his heart?"

He approached them, but made sure not to get too close.

"You're already bonded, but I can truly make sure you will get reincarnated in the same future. If you will allow me to turn a piece of your body into a cursed object, I..."

"You're the spy, aren't you? The one who sent that letter to Zenin."

Kenjaku tilted his head, a fake expression of confusion on his face as he pretended to make sense of Sukuna's words.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yes. Beg."

He tensed up, then felt them: vines tightly wrapping themselves around his ankles and legs. He started laughing as he looked down at them.

"Oh my. Lady Imagawa, surely you know this won't be enough to..."

When he looked up again, Sukuna was standing in front of him.

He pressed a huge hand on his face, covering it completely, and said:

"Cleave."

A gargling, surprised sound left Kenjaku's mouth. His ruined body dropped on the ground, and a brain with a mouth half-emerged from the broken skull.

"Wait-" it grinned, but Uraume plunged his ice blade deep into it. It squirmed for a second, spluttering blood, then it got still.

"Disgusting," Sukuna spat. "I will tell the monks to take care of it."

He cleaned his hand on the corpse's clothes, then went back to Moriko. She smiled at him, and he returned the smile before kissing her.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, beloved."

Sukuna turned to Uraume, and the boy quickly came closer, his eyes wide.

"Uraume, my child."

"Father?"

"Make sure to burn our bodies after we die. Just in case."

Uraume nodded, his face somber. He hated talking about their deaths, even though it was inevitable.

"It's going to be alright, my star," Moriko promised him, cupping his cheek. "We're going to be together again, remember?"

She glared at the corpse on the ground.

"On our terms. A vow made of love, not madness."

Then she smiled at him and Sukuna again.

"Shall we go home?"

Sukuna's lips curled upwards. His chest hurt, but he was breathing better today. His heart was full of love, and his guts churned with hope for the future.

"Yes, my love," he said, kissing her. "Let's go home."

They went back to the temple, the three of them holding hands.

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I hope you will like this, Anon, because this is my current state after writing these 2000+ words of PURE PAIN:

[lafaiette]

three days ago i was scrolling through a sukuna artist’s blog and came across their art whom you commissioned with the link of irori below. very grateful to my curiosity that time because aside from that very wonderful art of sukuna and moriko, it led me to one of my favourite fic this year ♥️

irori ticked all of the boxes in what i love when it comes to reading fics, especially historical ones. the historical accuracy and the author providing contexts /notes at the end of every chapter, and the way romance is portrayed between sukuna and moriko is deeply reminiscent of acclaimed classic books

and can i say that one of my favourite part by far in the fic was when sukuna ate moriko’s corpse. you portrayed “cannibalism as a metaphor for love” so well 🥹 there’s something so beautiful and yet disheartening about him cannibalizing his wife’s corpse in anguish while being surrounded with peaceful nature

i’m so so sorry for yapping, but it has been so long since a fic piqued my interest like this. and every chapter of irori has been a treat, rn i’m reading jizai 🫶🏼 HSCXAHJX i’ve also been scrolling through your blog and i love the idea of culling games au

also, idk if you’re a filipina or not because i saw you reblogging posts related to filipinos when i was perusing your blog for more historical infos/contexts regarding irori. because there’s this song in the philippines titled “love is cannibalism” when translated to english. that your might or might not have came across.

here’s the lyrics that i thought perfectly encapsulates my favourite part of the fic

i’ll bring you back as a whole

it’s a promise to you

my heart is only yours

you can even eat it

i’m so sorry for this long ass yapping 😭 but really, thank you for the fic 😓🫶🏼

Ahhhh OMG thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot!! 😭

I'm not filipina, but I love researching different cultures, and writing Irori and Jizai was such a treat for me! I was hungry for more Sukuna's backstory; I adore him so I wanted to explore the idea of him being saved by love just like Yuji was; and I wanted to do it while surrounding him with a realistic, plausible Heian Japan.

To be honest, I believe I couldn't have written Irori in any other moment of my life. It's really as if the stars had aligned for me to get obsessed with it and write it without pause, without hesitation. (A friend told me "I was possessed", she was right LOL)

It only ever happened twice or thrice before, while I was writing for another fandom, and I tend to hibernate afterwards to "recover" from the ordeal, but that wasn't the case with Sukuna/Moriko 🥹

Hehehe I'm very proud of that scene, I actually planned it since the very start, when drafting the first layout of the fic. 👀 "This will happen, then this, and then... yup, he is going to eat her."

And it's definitely an act of love in this case, a way to keep her close to him forever! Moriko wanted the same, and Sukuna knew this. In a sense, it was the last time they made love to each other, the last time they fused their bodies together :')

Fun fact: do you remember when Sukuna lists the body parts he would eat first when flirting with Moriko in Chapter 10?

“Raw,” he growled, putting a hand on her waist, scorching hot even through the kosode. “I would start from your neck and leave the softest parts for last.” She hummed, picking up a piece of deer meat. “And what would those be?” “Your belly. Your thighs.” She felt his breath on her cheek, then his lips, a sort of kiss. “Then your womb, and finally your heart.”

That's the exact order he follows when eating her in Chapter 24 :)

And omg, that song is perfect! It works for both Sukuna and Moriko's POV! 😭

Thank you so, so much for your message, it brightened my day!! I hope you will like Jizai and Saru, too!

[lafaiette]

can’t believe moriko got all that fine ass man for herself

Moriko is SO LUCKY, the embodiment of the perfect man in the Heian era was a delicate dude with delicate features and delicate sensibilities, and Moriko saw Sukuna and said "NO, I WANT HIM"

She's got superior taste 😌

[indiewritesxoxo]

okay guys...baby daddy!geto who thinks he's not the baby daddy...all because you were fucking around with his best friend before you started sleeping with him...and when he confronts you about it, instead of correcting him, you just dip out of his life...only for him to bump into you and your son that happens to be his carbon copy at a mechanic's shop a few years later...who also happens to be your boyfriend!