Tags—domestic, he’s so funny, Mahito I guess snuck in?
Curse!Nanami🙏 gotta make his divider, using this for now tho.
(A)ftercare - he’s messy, undone, panting—but you are not leaving his arms. He needs to cuddle and hold you, he might sit quietly for a bit just coming down from it all but then he’s asking how you are and how it all felt.
(B)ody Part - your chest, he’s pulling and tugging on your chest like it’s his stress toy. Got a hand firmly pressed to feel your heartbeat, to steady you, to pin you. Rest your head in his lap so he can rest a hand on your chest!
(C)um - Right at or on your entrance. He loooooveeess seeing the mess and then pushing it all in or deeper into you.
(D)irty Secret - he wants to do roleplay where you take orders from him and he’s some authority figure over you. Oh he’s also super into the “being the affair partner of someone who’s being abused” Trope
(E)xperience - As a curse? None. However unlike others… he’s not bothered by this.
(F)avorite Position - planked, you in a head lock, hitting it from behind. Or you riding, might switch between the two.
(G)oofy - Nope, he’s focused and it never crosses his mind. There might be a funny noise, or awkward pose, but to him it’s just another thing to cherish. This doesn’t mean he won’t chuckle at something, he just waits for your reactions first.
(H)air - He’s a jungle explorer, please don’t shave.
(I)ntimacy - He’s less intimate than normal Nanami, not intentionally, he’s just… he’s awkward. He tries to make up for it with quality time and acts of service.
(J)ack off - very rarely. He’s always so busy, Mahito loves keeping him busy, and the Web has lots of work that needs to be done. Plus his main job is guarding the curse womb nurseries. When he does get to work one out though? He’s edging himself to hit a hard climax every time.
(K)ink - Like normal Nanami, breeding. God does he love breeding. He wants kids, at least 3. He wants to live, to settle down, to raise his own… he feels like that’s so far fetched tho.
(L)ocation - At home. He doesn’t have a car, or really an office space either so there’s no where risky or public he feels comfortable enough to try… doesn’t mean he’d stop you if you surprised him with a changing stall or photo booth.
(M)otivation - Being a brat is one way for sure, but you start pampering or spoiling him? Giving him a massage, cooking for him, running him a bath… that’ll get him.
(N)o - He’s not making an arm attachment for sex. He’s not going to switch his arm so you have vibrator cunni 3000 arm extendo. He has hands, and toys!
(O)ral - he’s… not good at it. Not with how his mouth is. He wishes he was tho. He loves oral tho, suck him good and he’s a mess.
(P)ace - he’s rough, unlike Nanami. He loves how your skin squishes against him, how it jiggles. Most of his body is stiff cursed wooden flesh. He loves watching you jolt and jump with every smack of his hips into yours. God it’s heaven.
(Q)uicky - Yes… on one condition. Neither of you get to finish and when you both have time to get down to it next? He’s getting you.
(R)isk - He’s a bit more open to trying things! Taking some risks here and there. As long as you talk about it before hand he’s up for trying just about anythin
(S)tamina - he’s got more stamina than normal Nanami, but not much, he’s maybe more like 1hr 30mins to 2hrs. Curses have great stamina pools for physical activities
(T)oys - he doesn’t own any but he’s super happy to use some on you and or himself, buy some and test em out
(U)nfair - he’s a bigger tease than you’d think, he likes making you ask for it, teasing his tip on your lips or at your entrance—he likes if you get desperate and he thinks it’s hot if you cry.
(V)olume - he talks a good deal—praising you, telling you how you feel… but he also might slow down to tease you sayin sum “haaahhh, huh? You’re whining plum, did you want me to keep ruing your hole? Can you take it? You seem like you need me to be gentle.”
(W)ild Card - he doesn’t remember a lot of being alive, so he’d love to go do mundane things with you! Get to experience life with you. Sure it’s nots sexual but like normal Nanami, sex is no requirement.
(X)-ray - Mahito got him his underwear… it’s surprisingly not that bad though? Okay maybe it’s kinda bad. It’s boxer brief bulge pouch underwear that’s neon colors… think a thong for men. But it really cups your dick and balls.
(Y)es - he might be up for the idea of doing a Hunter and prey chase in the woods. It’s not that exciting, no. Like only if you want to cuz it’s like whatever. Ya know? … do you wan to?
(Z)zz - the first few times he won’t be up for cuddling and sleeping after, but after the first few? He’s so up for cuddling and falling asleep together, it’d make him happy.
Ft. Curse!(Sukuna, Yuji, Nanami, Toji, and Megumi)
Cw/Tw— Degradation, BDSM dynamics, Sub Dom dynamics
What the men call you! Cute names and dumb names, plus how to know if you’re in trouble! But it’s the cursed AU ver. Which reminds me I need to make more of the others in the cursed AU.
CURSE!SUKUNA
Pet Names- Honey Bee, woman/man, (if married) wife/husband. In private he might call you his princess/prince.
Dumb Pet Names- Inchworm. Because you are smaller than him.
“You’re in trouble”- nothing, he taps his fingers and that’s the only warning you get. He will also always keep one eye on you.
CURSE!YUJI
Pet Names- Cutie-fly, Babe, and like his unc prince/princess in private.
Dumb Pet Names- Pornstar, sugar tits, and cake. His mind is rotten.
“You’re in trouble”- Bunny, because he’s going to hunt you like a wolf later.(eugh corny as hell)
CURSE!NANAMI
Pet Names- Plum, Swan, and honey. He LOVES ballet, and being a tin soldier, nutcracker type curse? Feels too perfect.
Dumb Pet Names- Nut, cuz he wants you in his mouth.
“You’re in trouble”- Beauty. Not beautiful but just Beauty.
CURSE!TOJI
Pet Names- “Nana” as in Banana(thinks he’s reeeaaal funny), Peaches(ass jokes and sun Wukong ref), and sweet cheeks.
Dumb Pet Names- Stinker, Magician, or wizard/witch
“You’re in trouble”- Sexy or Mate.
CURSE!MEGUMI
Pet Names- A fruit based on you. Small, sweet, and cute? Cherry. Sharp, bold, and bright? Mango. You get it.
Dumb Pet Names- Bitch fruit. Fuck fruit. He has a gag to excessively swear over mundane things, “I want a shit ton of popcorn in that bitchin big fuckin tub please.”
“You’re in trouble”- Mate and Baby. Expect a hand on you often.
Tags— fem reader, Sorcerer X Vengeful Spirit, Non-human D, 1.8k WC
Sundae Order—🍫,🍓🍯,🔴 Curse!Nanami is in charge of Reader—a sorcerer who is a threat to the web and he’s fed up with her sass so he decides to put her in her place!
“Little Soldier boyyyyy!” Mahito calls with a cheery smile that could almost make Nanami forget that his boss here was truly a monster.
Nanami rotated his head to look, seeing the curse happily skipping dragging a sorcerer in tow, “My tin soldier I have a special job for you!”
Nanami stares. His green eyes watching Mahito, not responding. He does glance down to the other however—you.
“King Sukuna needs this one alive for interrogation and cause she learned stuff she shouldn’t! You are now in ownership of your very own human! Yay!” Mahito claps dancing on his heels, side to side.
Nanami nods a hand reaching out and taking the ropes from Mahito. Mahito then turns to you with a pleased almost perverted expression, “Tin Soldier here is really good at breaking little sorcerers in, so get comfy!”
You stare him down. He stares right back—blank, still, eerie. Those glassy green eyes don’t blink. You can’t even tell which of the four to focus on.
“You gonna stand there and watch me all day?” you snap, “Or does the mute routine make you feel taller?”
He says nothing. You think you’ve won.
Until his hand tightens on the rope.
…
You have been nothing but sass, witty comments, rude, and stubborn. Nanami has HAD it with your attitude—he’s been relatively kind and easy going too! He’s only hit you a few times!
However.
You just won’t shut up. It’s like you need something stuck in your mouth to shut you up! Not even Mahito works him up this much, you’ve even gotten him flustered and cracked his calm!
He’s grown quiet-er. Still watching. Still eerily polite when caring for you—but there’s something sharpening under the calm. You talk and talk—until finally, you say:
“What, got nothin’ to say? Wooden boy doesn’t have a voice box?”
Nanami sets the mug of water down.
“I do,” he says, voice low and slow like grinding stone. “I simply preferred the silence.”
You blink.
Then smile. “Aw, there he is.”
He stares at you.
“You are the most frustrating person I have ever encountered,” he says. “Including Mahito.”
You blink. “Wow. High praise.”
His jaw clenches. “Your mouth is a weapon. You should have it registered.”
“Oh? Want to take it away?” you coo, leaning forward with a raised brow. “Would that make your life easier, Tin Soldier?”
He doesn’t move.
“…You would like that, wouldn’t you.”
You’re not sure if it’s a threat—or flirting. Weird.
…
He’s cleaning blood off your cheek.
Again.
You don’t even remember how it got there this time—some training curse Mahito let loose in the basement halls, maybe. You’ve been here long enough that wounds blur together like dreams. And still, he is always there.
Quiet. Methodical. Kind in a way that makes you sick.
“You don’t have to pretend to care, you know,” you mutter. “You’re just a puppet. You don’t have feelings. You don’t have a self.”
He says nothing, pressing the cloth gently to your temple.
You sneer. “Or do you like playing nurse to someone helpless? Does it make you feel less empty? Like you’re still human or something?”
Still nothing. So you twist the knife.
“What do you even remember, huh? Your name? Your death? Did someone cry for you? Did anyone even notice when you went missing?” You laugh. “You’re just a cog. A tin soldier. Marching for someone else. You don’t even get to die right, do you?”
The silence stretches. You look up, smug—And you freeze.
Because Nanami isn’t still anymore.
He is trembling.
The rag slips from his hand. His jaw creaks open—and then slams shut with a sickening snap. His four green eyes gleam like lantern glass, and something flashes in them that looks like pain—Then rage.
“Enough.”His voice is rough. Shaky. He grabs you—not hard, but firm—hands on your shoulders, pinning you to the wall with a thunk.
“I have tried,” he growls, “to be patient. To be… gentle. Even when I do not know why. I tolerated your mouth. Your taunts. Your games.”
You blink, breath caught.
“But you—” his jaw cracks again as he speaks, his control slipping—“you want to be broken. You want me to snap. You want to be proven right. That I’m just another curse. Just another monster.”
You meet his gaze. “…Aren’t you?”
The silence between you stretches like a bowstring.
Then—
He laughs. Quiet, bitter. A sound that’s more human than you expect. “I don’t know what I am.”
He leans in—too close. His four eyes lock on yours. “But I know you want something you can’t name. You push and push and push—and when no one pushes back, you get louder.”
His hands tighten just slightly. “You want someone to shut you up?”
Your breath hitches.
His voice drops, low and dangerous. “I will.”
You find yourself pinned against the wall, Nanami's grip firm on your shoulders, his four green eyes boring into yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. His breath is hot on your face, and you can feel the tension radiating from his body. You're startled, but there's a thrill building inside you, a dark excitement that you can't ignore.
"You want someone to shut you up?" he repeats, his voice a low growl that vibrates through you. "I will."
Before you can respond, his hands move from your shoulders to your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he holds you steady. You feel a surge of anticipation and a bit of fear as he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. His mouth is hot and insistent, and you can't help but respond, your lips parting slightly as a soft moan escapes you.
Nanami takes advantage of your slight opening, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless. He holds your head steady, his grip tight but not painful, as he kisses you deeply, thoroughly. You can feel his restraint slipping, his desperation growing, and it only serves to fuel your own desire.
Your hands come up to his chest, not to push him away, but to grip his shirt, holding on as your body responds to his. You kiss him back with equal fervor, your tongue meeting his in a dance that is both aggressive and intimate. The room spins around you, your senses heightening as Nanami's kiss consumes you.
He pulls back slightly, his breath ragged, and you can see the raw need in his eyes. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks, his voice hoarse. "For me to lose control?"
You smile, a slow, seductive curve of your lips that seems to spark something primal in him. "Maybe," you murmur, your voice breathless and inviting. "Maybe I just wanted you to show me what you're made of."
A low growl escapes his throat, and he captures your lips again, his kiss even more intense than before. You can feel his body pressing against yours, the hard planes of his chest and the evidence of his arousal leaving no doubt as to his desire. You melt into him, your body arching against his as you lose yourself in the kiss, in the moment, in the raw, unfiltered passion that Nanami is pouring into you.
His hands leave your hair, trailing down your body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. You shiver, your body aching for more as he explores every curve, every line, committing you to memory. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting more, needing more.
Nanami obliges, his hands gripping your hips, lifting you effortlessly as you wrap your legs around his waist. He presses you against the wall, his body pinning you in place as he continues to devour your mouth, his kisses leaving you breathless and wanting.
You can feel the evidence of his desire pressing against you, and you rock your hips, a soft moan escaping your lips as you grind against him. Nanami groans, his head dropping to your shoulder as he nips and sucks at the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you as his.
"Nanami," you mewl, your voice a plea, a question, a demand. "Please-“
“Please what? Tell me what you want, I take orders, I don’t guess.” He rumbles against your neck grinding up against you more. He’s teasing you, taunting you—he’s winning.
You whimper, whine—grinding down against him. He watches you with satisfaction, pride, and revels in how undone you’re becoming for him, it’s cute.
“H-hah, all you’re good for it seems! Taking orders-!” You spit face flush but trying to take the reigns ba-
Thunk.
He’s dropped you to the floor, ass smacking to the cold concrete and you hear the annoyed clack of his jaws. As you look up he’s undoing his belt, the front of his coat, his pants—oh fuck.
It’s sectioned, like armor plating almost, alternating in color, from his pale wood color to black to white again. There no defined head it’s all smooth together but oh is his tip leaking a purplish-black translucent fluid. You’d have to gauge him to be around 6 inches?
“Let’s get you quiet then, shall we?” He huffs a handful of your hair tangling in his leather gloved hand. Your eyes widen about to protest but the moment your mouth opens he’s pushing past your pretty lips. His taste is… not too pleasant—it’s kinda sour not in a lemony way but like a bitter sour Candy.
His tip slides along your tongue pushing in till he’s hitting the back of your throat. You choke hands reaching to his hips to smack against him as he holds you there and you swear he’s smirking down at you. Tears start peeking from the corners of your eyes as you whine and gag around him—finally he’s pulling your hair back sliding you off.
You’re coughing and he’s watching thick salty wet drops drip down your face… something glinting behind those unblinking eyes. He’s quick pushing back into your mouth a groan leaving his mouth as you gasp and gag again. Drool coming from your pretty mouth as he’s pumping in and out a bit roughly, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“Hnng, so that mouth does have a use other than running,” he chuckles, voice gravely and predatory, “who knew you- hah- looked good crying?”
You whimper squeezing your eyes shut to match your thighs. God he tastes awful—god he feels so good! Your face burns with embarrassment, hands holdin his hips as his hand in your hair drags you along his length using you like a toy. Ironic since he’s the tin soldier between the two of you.
That’s when you feel it, the start of his hips bucking against your face. He’s getting messier and messier more uneven with moans and thrusts— until he’s pushing as deep as he can. You choke and whine smacking but gargle on the thick loads shooting into your mouth, to the back of your throat.
He pulls back and you cough hands coming to catch what spills out his tip twitching on your bottom lip. Tears and cum drips to your open palms and he watches quite satisfied, “Much huff, better.”
Cw/Tw—death, manipulation, light mention of alcohol, loss of sense of self
Tags—Nanami wants to be a dad, Choso and Nanami are friends, drama alert
Ft. Mahito, Nanami, and Choso
Mahito is an interesting boss to Nanami. He’s not nice but he’s not mean—he’s always messing with Nanami like he’s a lab rat and Mahito’s the mad doctor.
Mahito doesn’t often address him by “Nanami” more often he just calls him “Tin Soldier” or “Wooden Boy”. It’s perhaps a grudge for how sorcerers call him the “patch-face curse” or as a way to lessen the chances of Nanami learning who he was before. No one is too sure what it is.
Nanami doesn’t particularly appreciate Mahito’s antics however he’s a good boss surprisingly. Nanami is given the task and then he decides how to handle it and if it’s not the right way Mahito doesn’t punish him for it. Why? Mahito is, as he does, studying Nanami’s psychology.
Nanami rattles his joints involuntarily like a rattlesnake with he’s furious with someone. If he’s just angry however he clacks his jaw.
Mahito thinks Nanami is perfect for the web as a staple for King Sukuna’s plans. “Sorcerer turned vengeful spirit, and he’s taken in and cared for by the curses while sorcerers would’ve killed him”
Nanami knows he’s a vengeful spirit… he kinda remembers some but at the same time he doesn’t want to remember who he was because what if he’ll hate himself?
Nanami has a very dry sense of humor.
Nanami has a nack for finding the best secret dives for food. He loves taking Yuji to these places and sometimes Choso!
Nanami and Choso are good friends! Both very loyal and hardworking, with dry humor too? Perfect match. They both also love family dearly, and will often get drinks together, Choso beams about his brothers and Nanami tells about what he hopes for his future potential family.
Choso is a bit sour with Mahito after learning about Nanami’s past and house things came to be. Mahito manipulated him, lied to him, Choso doesn’t agree with this but won’t tell Nanami unsure of what good that’d even do.
Mahito wants to collect vengeful spirits. He feels a kinship with them, strangely… maybe it’s because they’re human turned curse?
Mahito owns a house right on the edge of the web. It’s at a center point between the curse womb nurseries. The three major nurseries are called Land, Sea, and Forest.
There used to be a fourth major called Sky. Sorcerers came and smashed all of the curse wombs however and that location is now abandoned.
Mahito oversees the nurseries and names each and every curse wombs so that they’re born with names. The names are chosen based on the soul and the cursed energy signature. He sees the curse wombs like family…
So when the sky nursery was discovered? He hunted and captured all of the sorcerers involved. He didn’t transfigure them, he chained them and locked them in the dungeon and watched them starve to death. Then he mailed the bodies back to jujustu officials. After that he has permanently assigned Nanami to act as a patrolling guard between nurseries so this doesn’t happen again. Mahito also patrols between them.
The death paintings also will help patrol occasionally as Choso couldn’t ever imagine how painful that’d be if it was one of his brothers…
The nurseries are outside the veil hiding the web so that the curse wombs can absorb ambient negative energy and cursed energy, inside the veil they can’t do that.
