guardian angel gojo x demon sukuna having their way with you (18+, nsfw)
you're not sure how you ended up in this position.
an angel on your left and a demon on the right. the complete opposites of each other. gojo's fair hair and eyes painfully contrast the greed and lust in the dark eyes of sukuna.
your legs are spread on the bed, the two beings wanting different things.
'just a finger or two?' satoru sweetly suggests. he wants to take you slow and warm you up.
'no.' sukuna says firmly, ' i want to taste that sweet cunt.' sukuna's blunter than satoru could ever be. it's not unnoticed how satoru's cheeks flush pink. sukuna's hands are already gripping your thighs and he's moving to be situated between them.
there's no way you could interrupt them to provide a fair chance for the both of them. the word 'fair' isn't in sukuna's dictionary.
satoru hold back his retort and swallows thickly. his crystalline eyes watch intently every move of the demon in front of him.
you twitch, feeling his breath on your thigh.
sukuna doesn't even try to be nice. he dives straight in, his tongue barely giving you mercy. (another word that does not exist in his dictionary)
barely a minute in and you’re gripping the sheets bedside you. his eyes look up at you. Sick and sadistic with one one thing on his mind.
to make you cum.
he works his tongue through your folds watching every gasp, moan and twitch that you make with your hands naturally reaching for his hair.
Satoru watches intently, his mouth watering at the sound of sukuna sucking at your sloppy cunt. you sound so wet Satoru can imagine how much you’re dripping all over the sheets.
but don’t get demon sukuna wrong. he’s not doing this for your pleasure but doing it for his own, uncaring to your cries or if you’ve already came. you’ll give it to him as many times as he pleases. he knows you can.
Satoru begins to get impatient, his wings fluttering in fustration.
'when's it my turn?'
'when i fucking say so.' is the reply from the man between your thighs.
of course being a demon sukuna takes his greed and makes you finish twice more.
when he rises his lips are plump and wet, soaked in your juices.
'pathetic' sukuna murmers at the sight of satoru’s bulge just from watching despite his own struggle to not cream his pants when tasting your sweet pussy.
they basically argue over you about nothing until you decide to let satoru fuck you first since sukuna went first the previous time.
but demon sukuna ends up getting pissed when satoru tries to fuck you yet ends up cumming before he's even started to pound you. sukuna pushes him aside and fucks you like he's taking you to another world deeper than the depths of hell.
HELP! I Tried to Summon the Perfect Boyfriend and Messed Up so I Summoned a Demon Instead!?!?
in which your disastrous love life leads you to summon the perfect boyfriend, except you end up with a demon instead?!
demon!sukuna (true form) x reader
yes this is based on the game in itch.io heheh: https://junekazoo.itch.io/i-tried-to-summon-the-perfect-boyfriend-and-messed-up
mb if sukuna is ooc. can u tell i hate mahito? good.
heehe also i learnt how to make banners do we likeeee
tw: there is smut towards the end (which i refuse to proofread bc i fear ill cringe so take it as u will)
Being single was not that bad, you were perfectly content with scrolling tiktok, thirsting over random fictional men and reading fanfics.
After all men in real life never failed to disappoint.
It's not like you hadn't tried, you had crushes in the past that you wanted to pursue, but alas a crush is just a lack of information.
Looking back on it, your first love was a real piece of work.
Naoya was your typical rich boy, he had a group of lackeys in your high school that bullied people. Just your typical bullies. You suppose there was just something about it that made you thirst over him. Was it that sleazy grin of his? Or his air of arrogance? You had no clue what your younger self was thinking. For some reason, blame it on your hormones, your delusional self thought you could change him.
And what was even crazier was that when you asked him to go out with you, he said yes?!
Throughout the whole date, he was on his phone paying you no mind and only took you where he wanted to go. Whenever you expressed your dismay, he would snap at you and throw a tantrum. Like a child.
"Silence woman, you were the one who brought me here so we will go where I want to go."
To make matters worse you just took it.
You shivered at the memory, the embarrassment lingering from it hitting you like a tidal wave. From there, your taste in men had gone progressively worse. Your last boyfriend, Toji, practically leeched off you. You had to pay for his petrol, his rent and even his toilet paper. And after all of that he was the one who dumped you! Curse you and your lack of self respect.
You were tired of being disappointed. So you decided to put off dating for a while.
But unfortunately, as lovely as your fictional men were they couldn't prevent the growing loneliness that tugged at your heartstrings. Your house was always empty, and whilst you used to find comfort in the silence now all you felt was desolation. Not to mention, there were times when you felt that you really wanted a boyfriend. On rainy days, summer walks or times when you were feeling upset you thought perhaps companionship wouldn't be so bad.
But obviously, the dating market was looking really bad right now.
You even tried dating apps and uhh they were quite interesting...
You matched with a guy called Mahito, and at first you hit it off quite well. He asked you harmless things at first like your favourite food and tv shows, what were you doing how was your day etc.... and his responses to them got progressively worse...
"Can I hop in the bath with you?"
"I love your dreams, mine literally was just us in the bed doing it lol"
And he had an odd obsession with death, which is not what you wanted considering the main things you were looking for in a relationship were escapism and comfort.
"enjoy that salad cause that'll be the last thing you enjoy when you step out that restaurant hehe"
Then he asked you what your biggest phobia was.
You responded with spiders.
Then he sent you 20 different pictures of one spider from different angles.
"Come over to cuddle so you're not scared🥰 "
You just decided to ghost him, but he wasn't getting the hint.
"Why didn't you answer my call lol"
"Why do you just leave me on read"
"I did a curse on you. You'll never find love."
Blocked.
So after your failed attempts at finding love could anyone blame you for a resorting to this method? You spent hours online scrolling for ways to find the perfect boyfriend and you came across a summoning circle guide posted by an etsy witch. Now you didn't think this would work but there's no harm in trying right??
You drew the summoning circle on a piece of A3 paper with a neon pink pen and carefully placed your scented candles on it. Then you placed the pieces of crushed bones (from the chicken dinner you ate last night) on it and waited.
A few minutes passed and honestly your patience was very thin so you were ready to throw it in a bin until a piercing bright light surrounded you.
You blinked twice and looked up.
A broad being towered over your hunched figure. You craned you neck up, making eye contact with four red piercing eyes, which assessed you diligently. You trailed your gaze over the muscles bulging from his four arms, Black markings wound and swirled from his neck down across his bare torso. A huge mouth on his stomach smirked at you, licking its lips slowly. You gulped.
"Tch pathetic."
At the sound of his rough voice you quickly looked back up, ignoring the shiver that trailed down your spine.
"Excuse me?"
He gave you another assessing look, "Tell me, why did a weak thing like you summon me, Ryomen Sukuna, the great demon king?"
You jaw dropped and he let out a scoff.
"Tch you mortals have no manners, answer me when I ask you a question."
You scowled, reminded of Naoya by the way he spoke to you. Demon or not this time you will not take the disrespect.
You huffed and stood up in front of him, crossing your arms, "There's no need to be so condescending."
He sneered and leaned in closer, "And what exactly would you have me be? Overjoyed that I have been summoned by a pathetic human?"
You scowled.
"Oh? Did I strike a nerve little one?" he smirked, "Now tell me what you summoned me for, before I force it out of you..."
His gaze roamed over you, and you couldn't tell whether he was planning on torturing you or doing something else entirely. The reason why you summoned him suddenly felt really embarrassing. He couldn't take you seriously as it is, imagine how we will react when you tell him you summoned him expecting a perfect boyfriend instead.
He observed the way you squirmed under his gaze, your cheeks flushing.
"Well?"
You sighed and muttered, "I wanted a boyfriend..."
Sukuna's lower eyes twitched, surely he must be hearing things?
"Say that again," he hissed, gripping your chin so that you were looking up at him, right into his narrowed eyes.
"A boyfriend."
An uneasy silence spread through the room, you shivered feeling a sudden chill as his gaze darkened, settling on you like a dark cloud. His sheer presence was already stifling, now it felt like it was choking you.
"A boyfriend?" he leans forward, "You summoned the King of Demons to be your boyfriend?"
You nodded.
His smile turned wicked, he seemed almost amused.
"How utterly pathetic."
You scowled, "Well in my defence I didn't expect it to be you. I wanted a perfect, human boyfriend."
In seconds he had you pinned to the bed, his lower arms pinning your hips the mattress, as one of his upper hands curled around your throat.
His smile was replaced by a cold, dangerous glare.
"You dare act ungrateful?" he sneered, squeezing your throat as his massive form loomed over you.
You struggled against his grip to no avail.
"I should kill you for such insolence," he snarled, pressing down on you harder until you sank further into the mattress.
He then paused, looking down at you properly, at your soft, pliant form underneath him and smirked coldly.
"You wanted some weak human boy to hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings," he mused, his thumb stroking your throat softly, his grip on your neck loosening ever so slightly.
You sighed murmuring, "And now I'm stuck with you."
His grip on your neck tightened in mere seconds, "Too bad."
You parted your lips to say something else, but was interrupted by a loud growl from your stomach. You both froze at the sound, your cheeks flushing as Sukuna dropped his hand from your neck and stood up, a hint of surprise flicking across his features.
He scowled, "Can't even control your own hunger. How ridiculous."
You cleared your throat and stood up, dashing to the kitchen. Seriously you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
Sukuna leaned against the door frame, his upper arms crossed as he watched you chop onions. He couldn't lie he was slightly amused, it had been a long time since a mortal had summoned him. Not that they had been able to.
The stronger the desire is, the stronger the demon summoned. And Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Demons, the desire had to be immense for him to pull him from his realm.
You must be really lonely, he mused.
"Running away from a demon is futile sweetheart. I could snap your neck easily from here."
His eyes flickered with a wicked glint as he watched you flinch, though you continued cooking anyway. He could practically taste the fear radiating off you.
"Continue talking to me like that and you won't be getting any food," you snorted.
Suddenly he was behind you, his lower arms gripping your waist, as he breathed heavily against your neck.
"And what makes you think I would want your disgusting mortal food?"
You ignored him, much to his dismay, he growled, plotting on how he could kill you slowly in the most torturous ways. He imagined, with great satisfaction, tearing your head off your neck and the delicious sound of your screams.
He was interrupted from his thoughts when you shoved a spoon in his throat. The taste of hot sauce hit him immediately and he coughed violently. His grip on your waist tightened, as he spun you around furiously.
"What was that?"
You gave him a slow, taunting smile, "Oh my, the great Demon King cannot handle spice?"
He wiped the tears from his eyes aggressively and looked at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Now he wasn't sure if he wanted to kill you or punish you for looking at him in such a manner.
"How pathetic," you smirked, mirroring his earlier words.
His pupils dilated at your challenge, "Give me another."
You tutted and turned back around to cook, "It's not ready yet, go sit over there and wait."
You gripped your wooden spoon that you had been using to stir, half expecting him to fling you across the room for such "insolence." Instead you were surprised to see him sit at your dining table, waiting patiently. It seemed your earlier stunt had damaged his ego and he was intent on restoring his pride.
A few minutes later, you walked up to him with two bowls of food in your hand and sat down. You watched in amusement as he practically inhaled your food, before triumphantly setting the bowl down and looking at you with an arrogant smile.
"It was mediocre at best," he declared.
"Mhm sure, considering you ate it up in seconds it was definitely mediocre," you mused.
He cleared this throat, but you noticed the slight pink tinge on his cheeks.
"So human, what do boyfriends do?"
You looked at him in surprise, "You're actually considering it?"
"Of course, as pathetic as your request is, it will be a stain to my reputation if I don't fulfill it," he sneered, crossing his upper arms. You took a minute to appreciate how they bulged and flexed under the lights, you wondered what it would be like to bite them or-
"So?"
You shook your head looking back at his expectant gaze.
"Hmm, well we could go out on dates, travel, watch films and-"
"How dull."
You scowled at him, "You're the one who asked."
"I expected something more interesting, like going out killing, feasting on souls and taking pleasure in torture?"
You blinked, then crinkled your nose in disgust, "What is wrong with you?"
He let out a low, amused laugh, that rumbled through the room.
"I should say the same thing about you, I don't know how you manage to come out with the most boring things."
You scoffed, "Well that's because I clearly don't take pleasure in other things that does not involve hurting people."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over you, as he crossed one leg over the other and leaned in closer, "Oh? Is that so?"
"Yes that is so!" you huffed, attempting to ignore the way his eyes slowly trailed over you, almost appreciatively.
"And what.." he crooned, his pupils dilating with predatory intent, "Do humans take pleasure in sweetheart?"
Now if you told the past you that your unfortunate love life would be worth it, because you would end up in the Demon King's arms she would have laughed you off. To be honest, even you are still shocked at how you got here.
His stomach tongue ran over your slit, circling it possessively as his upper arms kept your hips straddled over his stomach. His lower hands spread your folds, as he thrust one finger in, leaving you a moaning mess on top of him.
"What's that little human?" he mused, admiring the way you fell apart at his touch, "What happened to all that attitude from earlier?"
"Shut up-"
He licked a slow, wet stripe up your entire slit and felt you shiver in response. He groaned sending electric shocks through your core.
Your back arched involuntarily, his grip tightened on your hips, locking you in place.
"Tch, isn't this what you wanted human? A boyfriend to satisfy your needs?"
You scowled, "Don't twist my words that's not what I meant-"
You gasped as he thrust another finger in, his tongue lapping up the wetness leaking from your pussy eagerly.
"You know what I think?" he crooned, his lower hands gripping your ass cheeks possessively spreading you even wider on his stomach, "I think deep down you know that those other feeble humans couldn't satisfy you like I do."
He spanked your ass, as you moaned loudly, your pussy making the filthiest sounds as his large tongue obscenely fucked you, his fingers circling and teasing your clit.
He drank in your needy, desperate sounds, groaning as your hips bucked wildly against his tongue. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.
"There's my girl..." he praised, "Cum for your demon."
You came all over his stomach with a loud moan, the pleasure crashing and washing over you at once. He watched appreciatively, watching you fall apart at his touch.
He threw you on the bed, looming over you with a feral grin.
"Spread those pretty legs wider for me." His command rough and possessive, as you obeyed too drunk from pleasure to deny him.
He raised your legs, leaving a trail of kisses from your ankles to your inner thighs before wrapped them around his waist. He smacked your clit, which earned a surprised jolt from you.
"Heh, you're going to take all of me now, like a good human," he chuckled, the deep sound had more of an effect on you than you would like to admit.
He looked at your glistening pussy and spat on it, admiring the mix of saliva and cum as he unbuckled his belt, freeing his two massive cocks. Wait two?!
"There she is," he cooed, "All mine."
"Hold up Sukuna I can't-"
His eyes darkened dangerously, as he flipped you over onto your stomach.
"You will."
He ran a thumb over your slit from top to bottom, before spreading your folds, letting the tip of one of his cocks be coated in your cum. You groaned softly, as he slowly began to sink in.
"So pretty.. " he murmured, "Gonna fill you up, till it takes."
As he watched his cock bury into you, he stroke the other, already leaking with pre-cum, slowly, as he stared at where the two of you connected like a precious treasure.
He thrust slowly, leaving you a moaning mess, gripping the bedsheets.
"Sukuna-"
Hearing his name fall from your sweet lips, he pulled back and thrust deep and hard, making you gasp.
"Say that again," he groaned, feeling your walls flutter and clench around him.
You moaned his name like a mantra as he fucked you deep and hard, his hand moving up to grip your throat gently, whilst another trailed down your bare back reverently before grabbing your cheeks possessively.
"I'm gonna take you from here too," he groaned, using another hand to spread them, whilst another raised your hips further into him. He gave a sharp smack to your ass cheek, watching it redden with dark satisfaction, before inserting a finger into your hole, slow and teasing.
You gasped, as he buried his face in your neck moaning, "So tight here too."
He thrust deeper into you, his chest pressed against you, mouth by your ear, "Those puny humans couldn't fuck you like I can admit it."
You moaned softly, "No they couldn't it-"
"Say it," he landed another smack to your ass, "Say you belong to me."
"I'm yours- fuck-"
He thrust his other cock into your ass, bottoming out with a satisfied sigh, "That's my good girl."
He pounds into you from both ways, biting your shoulder leaving bite marks all over your shoulders and neck, the mouth on his stomach littering your back with kisses and hickeys.
His lower hands leave bruises on your hips as he pulls you back onto his cock, "Looking so pretty stuffed and full of my cocks."
One of his upper hands grabs a fistful of your hair yanking your head back.
"Look at you, your greedy cunt is gripping me so tight."
"Cum for me sweetheart. Show me how much you love being fucked by your demon's dick."
He fingers find your clit and he presses down, circling it firmly, leaving you overwhelmed with pleasure.
"Fuck yes just like that," he groans, as your pussy squeezes him tightly milking his cock. He keeps thrusting through your orgasms, drawing it out.
He buries himself deep inside you with a guttural groan, both of his cocks cumming at once, thick ropes of cum painting your walls, marking your insides with his release.
"Take it... take all of it.." he grinds deep, his lower eyes glued to your pussy, watching it take all of his cum with possessive satisfaction.
His upper eyes studied you carefully, memorising every expression: the dazed look in your eyes, the soft flutter of your lashes and the way your chest heaves.
He pulled out slowly, taking you in his arms gently, holding you close to his chest. His lower hands held your thighs that were tangled around his waist, as his upper arms wrapped around your waist gently, thumbs stroking your hips reverently. burying his face in your hair as he inhaled your scent. A scent which he knew over time he could grow accustomed to and never get bored.
You buried your face in his chest, spent and exhausted, before lifting up your head to look up at him, smiling slowly with a dazed expression.
"So does that mean you're my boyfriend now?"
He groaned, "Shut up and go to sleep brat."
As he watched you sleep in his arms, admiring your soft features before burying his face further into your hair muttering, "Yes I'm yours."
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.
i physically cant stop thinking about Demon!Sukuna. Im going to write a fic where the reader accidentally summons Demon Sukuna and then they bang, thank you and goodnight.
