Tropes~ Bully love interest, childhood enemies to lovers, coerced relationship.
Synopsis~As the first letters arrive, your dread grows. But surely he can't expect you to remain faithful to him if you weren't even going steady? Right? Meanwhile, Sukuna makes your name a battle cry.
Tw/Cw~ Violence, war, ww2, Sukuna, dark themes, forced relationship, sexisim, death, threats.
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Jody ~ a man that sleeps with a serviceman's partner while he is away.
Clarification~ Sukuna is fighting for allies not Imperial Japan.
Dear, (the script was blotted there with what looked like a food stain.)
Pops says you're volunteering at the red cross. The potty old man wrote saying that you were going house to house collecting scrap metal. Stop that. We don’t need you. Enough of us are going over that we don’t need some dame risking her life and honor. There are a bunch of creeps that will try to force you to do things. The war will be over soon.
Stay out of trouble. I don’t want to have to come back in a year or two and bust some fellow’s face in.
Yours, Sukuna Itadori
You folded the letter and then unfolded it. Idiot. Stupid idiot. Why for heaven’s sake, did the fool think he had any right to write to you? And to beat all, telling you what to do in such a manner. Well, you weren’t going to let Sukuna Itadori control your life from hundreds of miles away. You were sick of living in fear, having to plan your life around where or when you’d have to deal with him.
You tossed the letter in the trash bin. Standing, you straightened your collar. It was a shame that every fellow your age was signed up or already gone to training. It would be nice to have a date without having to worry about Sukuna. Ever since high school, anytime a fellow showed a lick of interest in you, Sukuna would have a little chat with him.
Your mother called your name from down stairs. “Coming mother,” you yelled back. You adjusted the headband holding your hair back and started down the stairs.
Jin Itadori stood at the base of the stairs, his hands in his pockets, happily chatting with your mother. Your breath caught, for a second you had thought it was him. The smile froze on your face.
“Honey,” your mother said, beaming at you. “Jin here is going to drive you to the community center. Isn’t that so sweet of him!” Sometimes you really despised having such a sweet mother, a person who only saw the good in others.
“Yes,” you said, a painted smile on your lips. Jin Itadori was nothing but his big brother’s pawn. You knew why he was here. “It sure is kind of you Jin.”
He grinned. “It is my pleasure, ladies. And I will say Mrs.,” he said your last name, grinning down at your mother. “I thought you were (Y/n) for a second, you could pass for sisters.”
You could tell your mother was flustered based on the way she tugged the strings of her apron. You almost rolled your eyes, but a guilty pang went through you. When was the last time someone told your mother she was pretty?
“Well,” Jin said, giving you his arm. “We better hurry before I make you late.”
With a wave and a grin, the two of you left your mother standing in the entryway, waving.
The engine started with a purr and Jin glanced over at you. Gone was the charm that oozed off him before, a knit brow and pursed lips had replaced it. He eased out of the driveway, his eyes focused on the figure of your mother in the doorway. For a while the drive was silent. You played with the hem of your coat. How did he know when you went to work? From when you were a little girl Jin had always been the nicer of the Itadori brothers. He had even defended you a few times when Sukuna chased you with a snake or a frog. But nice isn’t the same thing as kind, as your father liked to say.
“I’m sorry,” Jin broke the silence. You glanced over at him. His adam’s apple bobbed.
“There’s nothing I can do.”
“About what?” Your nails dug into the leather of his car’s seat.
“What Jin? About what?” You wanted him to admit it. Someone to admit it. Someone not to gush about how romantic it was. Someone not to say how they always knew it would be you and Sukuna after they watched him chase you down the street screaming. Someone not to question why you weren’t jumping at the opportunity to be on the arm of such a promising young man.
“You know,” Jin says, making a sharp left turn.
“Look I know he has some rough edges but -”
“Shut up, Jin!” Your voice rose. “Just shut up,” your voice pittered out to as soft as a sigh.
“I don’t want him. I won’t ever want him,” a shot of bravery went through you. “And you can tell him that too.”
Jin remained silent. The rest of the ride passed quickly and before you knew it you were in front of the community center.. Just when you were about to close the door of his automobile, Jin looked at you and said, “Good luck.”
“You too,” you say. And you do mean it. Jin is signed up to fight for your country. You know Jin, you know that he signed because he believes in what he is fighting for. Unlike his twin.
Nine months later, Mr. Itadori’s got a gold star in his window and Jin’s widow is waddling around with Jin’s baby. You avoid her eyes. After all, you had wished death in the Itadori family. What if death had mistaken Jin for Sukuna? They were twins after all.
Sukuna doesn’t mention Jin dying in his letter. He only complains about you not writing to him. Though towards the end, he makes an offhand remark about how Jin’s stopped writing to him. You realize that Mr. Itadori must be keeping Jin’s death from Sukuna for some reason. You burn the letter after reading it.
It’s summer when you meet Alfred. He's not as tall as Sukuna and his frame is narrow, not Sukuna’s raw brawn. Alfred is sweet though. His eyes are kind and the color of moss. And he always has a slight smile on his face. You like him. Which is why when he asks you to go out, you say yes.
When the two of you enter the diner on east seventh street, you get looks, brows are raised and you can practically feel the whispers starting. Alfred shoots you a comforting smile, his hand comfortably situated on your upper back. A gentleman, you think. Sukuna had never really touched you. But his eyes went where his hands never could. You always could feel the burn of his eyes searching you.
“Guess not all the locals are as friendly as you,” Alfred says, his eyes darting at the openly staring patrons of the diner.
“We’re just not used to strangers.” Your smile is strained. You glance down at the menu. Your stomach has gone sour and nothing sounds good. Even Marge’s World-Famous Peach Cobbler. Sukuna loved pea- No, you refused to think about Sukuna. This is your life and you’ll be damned if you let him control it even overseas.
Dear (your name was written so hard the paper was torn),
What’s this about you stepping out on me? I didn’t believe Pop’s when he told me some jody was talking to my girl. But damn it, I got other letters telling me about you playing like some painted up.
I know you. He probably told you I stopped thinking about you, that I don’t look at your picture before I get up and when I go to bed, that I don’t have your name tattooed on my heart, that I haven’t loved you since we were five and wrestling in the mud. But he’s lying. It’s you, it’s always been you. I could have any girl I want. All I have to do is look and they come to me. You better thank God every day that I chose you. Tell him to go, because if he’s there when I get back I’ll kill him.
Answer my letters. I am tired of you acting like a spoiled brat.
Yours, Major Sukuna Itadori
P.S. Got promoted send me a picture of your -
You didn’t finish the letter. You crumpled it and tossed it in the trash bin. No, you changed your mind and jerked it out. You struck a match and lit a candle. You watched the flame eat at Sukuna’s thick dark script. Something hot and wet rolls down your cheek. You know what they say about you, two timer, breaking brave Sukuna Itadori’s heart while he was out fighting for the country. You knew. You thought you didn’t care, you thought you could carry on and pretend like you were all right.
You drop the letter as the last of the edges burns away. Something inside of you hardens, it steels itself. It doesn’t tell your eyes though. You burst into sobs. Somehow you end up on your bed, fists clinching the quilt your grandmother sewed for your twelfth birthday.
If they thought it was your fault now, imagine if they knew about you wishing Sukuna dead. If they knew about dead Jin Itadori and his widow and son, and how that was your fault too.
You buried your face in your pillow and sobbed harder.
Sukuna Itadori has discovered many things about himself since leaving home. He’s a natural, they said about him in bootcamp. His men think he’s a hero or he’s a kind of god of war. He isn’t, but he’ll let them think whatever helps them sleep at night. But what rots in his belly is the fact that he can’t go to sleep without thinking about her.
Her smile could turn lemons to lemonade. Sure, he had never been the direct recipient of it, but he knew one day he would be. When I get back, he promised himself. When he got back he would marry her. He’d kiss her with all he had. Have a load of brats, he knew women liked brats, and maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to have some kids that looked like him and her. He smiles up at the bunk above him, soon, when the war was over.
Warnings: Language, smut, nsfw smut, daddy kink, oral sex, vaginal sex, thigh riding, sukuna has like four mouths and he uses them liberally. I regret nothing.
Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Word Count:2.2K
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A/N: Here is the first of my Sukuna fics. I hope you all enjoy! I had a little too much fun writing this! Minors and ageless blogs DNI
“‘Kuna, please.” you whined. Your arms were draped around his broad shoulders, your airy moans ghosting over the skin of his neck. His toned chest was exposed through his robes, with your naked form pressed against him as you ground your soaked cunt against his thigh.
As the king of curses, he had duties to attend to; but he couldn’t forget about your needs. So when you came to him with your thighs shuffling, begging for him to give you the release you desired, Sukuna couldn’t resist bringing you along so you could ride his thigh to your heart’s content.
His skin was coated with your juices, having cum twice already with the pathetic pleas he adored so much. One of his arms was wrapped around your back, his palm resting on the plush skin of your ass guiding your movements at a leisurely pace.
“You’ve been so good for me princess,” he chuckled, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Showing everyone in here just how well behaved you are for daddy.”
For a moment, you forgot that you two weren’t alone. Below the podium Sukuna’s throne stood on, were several of his subjects watching as you pleased yourself on his thigh. If they were bothered by your lewd display, none of them were stupid enough to say something for they risked their own demise.
Pressing his lips to your skin, a loud moan tore through you as he licked up the shell of your ear.
A pleased grin formed on his face as he did it again, sucking on the lobe of your ear. Your fingers wound themselves into the hairs on the back of his neck, gripping tightly to try and keep yourself grounded.
Your hips moved at a faster pace, chasing your high for the third time that afternoon. Your moans were pathetic as you begged Sukuna to help you cum.
“Daddy–Daddy please,” you panted. “Wanna cum–”
“Aw princess, is your pussy so needy for my cock that cumming twice wasn’t enough for you?”
You nodded your head, kissing his throat to try and coax him into giving you more. The chorded muscle of his thigh felt too good for you to stop, trying to move your hips faster.
Keeping his grip on your ass, Sukuna grinned as a mouth formed on the palm of his hand playfully biting at the skin.
A soft yelp left you, feeling his teeth against your skin before soothing the spot with his tongue.
“Please!” you pleaded, your voice echoing around the darkened room.
You could feel his cock press against your knee, coating it with his arousal. A hiss left his lips as you pressed against his cock every so slightly, a mouth on your ass biting harsh enough to leave a mark before going back to suckign on the supple skin.
“Behave,” he chuckled, before looking back at the people below him resuming his duties.
The words blurred as he spoke, the pleasure making everything else seem irrelevant. The hand on your ass pulled you down onto his thigh as he flexed the muscle, the action being just enough to send you over the edge.
A loud cry left you, broken sobs muffled by his shoulder. Your thighs ached, your cunt soaked and throbbing from all the overstimulation as you glided across his skin.
“‘Kuna–’Kuna please,” your voice broke into a moan, feeling him press his thigh further into you. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, with the tack skin of your chest sticking to him.
“Look at the mess you're making Princess,” he hummed. “I bet your pretty little pussy is absolutely soaked, coated in your delicious cum.”
Licking his lips as he looked over you, Sukuna savoring the taste of your sweat on his tongue. But now he craved more, wanting to taste all you had to offer him. It was getting harder and hard to ignore the soft pout of your kiss-bitten lips, the little ‘oh’ they formed when he hit the right spot.
Leaning into the lick up your throat, Sukuna looked out of the corner of his eye to see his subjects still there, obviously aroused and uncomfortable by your display. Deciding he didn’t want to share the sight of you completely fucked out, he waved his free hand.
“Get the fuck out, before I fucking kill you all.”
You could hear the rustle of everyone present getting to their feet and practically diving out the door to the throne room, shutting it tight behind them.
Now that you were alone, Sukuna’s attention was on you and you only. The mouth on the hand placed over your ass continued to playfully bite at the skin, as he maneuvered his other hand to grope your breast with another mouth forming to suck on your perked nipple.
His lips were attached to the skin of your throat, marking it up to his pleasure. Your moans filled his ears, with the smell of your arousal flooding his senses. He had to have a taste of you in any way he could.
“I’m going to make you feel so good princess,” he muttered, “Gonna make you beg for daddy’s cock by the time I’m through with you.”
Before you could process his words, you felt a mouth open underneath you and a long tongue swipe through your folds. Your body jolted at the feeling, your screams making Sukuna grin against your throat.
“So fucking good,” he grunted, his mouth salivating for more. “Such a good fucking girl for me,”
The mouth on his thigh continued to devour you, tonguing your pussy with such ferocity you were seeing stars. Arching into his touch, you couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure surrounding your body from his mouth.
“Fuck!” Bucking your hips, you ground your hips deeper into his thigh, aching to feel the pressure of his teeth against your clit.
Your face was flushed, hair sticking to your face from sweat.
“Close! ‘M close!” Writhing on his thigh, Sukuna kept you in place as he continued to devour your body with his mouth. It was intoxicating with the feeling of your tit, pussy and the supple skin of your ass in his mouth at the same time.
“You taste so fucking good, Princess.” he groaned, watching you lose yourself on his lap. “Cum for Daddy, cum so he can clean your filthy cunt just to destroy it again.”
The movements of his tongue on your cunt had you crying his name, tipping your head back as you reached your high, coating his tongue and thigh with your slick. The aftershock of your orgasm had you shaking on his lap while he stroked your back slowly.
“Such a good girl,” he hummed. Sliding a hand down, his long fingers swiped through your folds making you whimper. “But look at all this wasted cum.”
Sparing him a look, you saw his fingers coated in your slick as he rubbed them together before sucking them clean. “Better not let any more go to waste.”
Before you could say anything, Sukuna lifted you up and sat you on his cock. A loud moan left his lips as you squealed his name, toes curling at the sudden intrusion. Your body was so exhausted, that you leaned against him slowly moving your hips against his.
“If you think I’m done with you, you better think again, brat,” he growled, his nails digging into the skin of your hips. “I’m going to use this pussy and stuff it full with my cum.”
“Y–Yes daddy,” you gasped, looking up into his eyes.
“That’s my princess,” he cupped your cheek before moving to grip the back of your hair and pulled, arching your neck for him. His teeth grazed your pulse point, making you whine in his ear.
“Who’s pussy is this?” he asked.
“Y–yours,” the word falling into a whisper.
Pursing his lips, Sukuna pinched your clit making you jolt in his hold. “I said, who’s pussy is this?” The bite in his tone made you shiver as his thumb rubbed circles over your clit now, his cock throbbing deep within you.
“Yours!”
A smile formed on his lips, as he pulled you close again. “That’s right princess, and what is daddy going to do with his pussy?”
“St–Stu– Fuck!” the words failed to come out as you felt the mouth on his abs open up and lick at your navel and clit.
You could feel his chuckle rumble through his chest as it made your hair stand on edge. “Fuck is right, princess. I’m going to fuck it until you forget your own name.”
Tightening the grip he had on your hair, Sukuna pulled you in for a kiss as you continued to move on his cock. With each whine and moan you made, Sukuna’s grip on your hair tightened as his tongue explored your mouth claiming every bit of you he could.
“Fuck–” he grunted, his breath hot against your lips. Dragging his teeth over your bottom lip, Sukuna bucked his hips making you squeal. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock”
“Cu–Ah! ‘Kuna, please!” you pleaded, thighs burning and stomach twisted into knots.
Pulling your head back, Sukuna looked at the fucked out expression on your face. “What was that princess?” he teased, taking control of the pace you moved. With his free arm wrapped around your waist, he moved your hips faster as his cock abused your swollen pussy.
“Cum–” you gasped, “Wanna cum–”
“My baby wants to cum, does she? Fuck, your pussy is so greedy that just sitting on my cock isn’t enough for you?”
“Yes! Fuck yes!”
A groan left his lips at the sight of your face when his cock brushed your g spot. Your body was shaking from the pleasure, it being too much for you to handle.
“Go ahead princess, cum on Daddy’s cock so I can fuck it back into you.”
At his words, it was like something within you snapped. Your vision flashed white, as you screamed his name clinging to him like you would wall through the floor if you didn’t. The pathetic noises that followed made him grin, as he kept you fully on his cock.
Sukuna looked you over, a dangerous look in his eyes. “My dumb little baby,” he cooed. “Daddy is gonna fuck you dumb, you’d like that yeah?”
Fluttering your eyes open, you saw his staring at you with a smirk on his face. “Daddy is gonna fuck your brains out, leaving you as his dumb little princess. How does that sound?”
Unable to form words, you nodded your chest heaving as you felt his hands wrap around your waist.
“Good, cause Daddy never finished and you aren’t leaving his cock until he does.”
Rising to his feet, Sukuna kept you on his cock as he propped you on the arm of his throne. Your leg was spread across the seat to the other arm of the throne with your other leg propped on his shoulder.
Sukuna positioned himself between your legs, bracing himself with the floor and the cushion of his throne as he plowed into you. Your hands flew to his hair, cries of his name leaving your lips.
Burying his face in your shoulder, Sukuna listened to your screams as he fucked your spent cunt. The idea of having you on his throne like this was driving him nuts, he wasn’t sure if he could handle the sight of you naked on this throne, waiting on him.
If he could, Sukuna would just burn all your clothes so he would be graced with your natural beauty. But of course, you would kick his ass, as fruitless that would be.
“Fuck, I love your body princess.” he grunted, “I love the way your pussy takes my thick cock.”
The words made your head spin, listening to his praise as he continued to piston his hips into yours.
“I love the smell of your cum, and the taste of you lingering on my tongue.” His pace got harsher, hips stuttering as he became overwhelmed by his own pleasure.
“I love you, and I am going to make sure no one will ever fucking lay a hand on you,” he growled, chasing his high. “You’re mine and I’ll rip apart anyone who dares try to take you away from me.”
Arching against the throne, you leaned into his touch nothing but jumbled letters leaving your lips as Sukuna thrusted his hips a final time before filling your pussy with his hot seed. A guttural moan left his lips as he kept you pressed to him, slowly fucking his cum deeper into you.
“Gonna stuff you so fucking full princess–” he moaned. “You better not waste a single drop, or we’ll have to start all over again.”
“‘M so full…” your voice was hoarse, throat scratchy from screaming his name. “So full, and tired…”
Tilting your chin to meet his gaze, Sukuna watched as you struggled to stay awake.
“My good princess,” he hummed, pulling you into his arms. “Let’s get you some rest.”
Not caring that he was exposed one bit, Sukuna carried you to bed where he laid you on the silken sheets. The second your skin made contact, your body melted into the soft fabric as you stretched across the mattress.
Pulling the sheets over your form, Sukuna brushed your bangs back and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep my dear, we have all eternity together.”
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Warnings: Language, violence, small mention of blood, not proofread but oh well
Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Word Count: 1k
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A/N: So here's a fic I've had in the recesses for forever? I want to get back into writing and posting, and here is the first one! Shoutout to @p00pdev1l you are the only one who cared if I posted this or not lol, love you Jazz!
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“Shhh, it’s okay.” Sukuna hummed in your ear, holding you close to his chest.
He couldn’t believe it. This sorcerer, if he could even call it that, dared to try to hurt you. Sukuna had forgotten how stupid humans could truly be. He'd blame it on spending too much time around you if he didn't enjoy it.
What the sorcerer didn’t expect when he came upon a simple girl—one who was radiating high levels of cursed energy—was the king of curses himself to come to your aid. He couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Sukuna, the king of curses, was holding you—comforting you—as if he was the one who did wrong.
Did you not know whose arms you were in?
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Sukuna cupped your face with two of his hands, making you look up to meet his eyes. He tried to keep his demeanor soft, to hide just how enraged he was. You were shaken enough; his rage on top of it wasn’t needed.
Keeping an arm wrapped protectively around you, Sukuna pulled you into his hulking form, slowly turning his gaze on the sorcerer, his look anything but soft.
“As for you, dog. Who gave you the fucking right to so much as look at her?”
His voice wasn’t angry; it wasn’t even raised. It was calm, unusually calm that sent shivers down the sorcerer's spine with every bone in his body telling him to run. If he did, then maybe—just maybe—he’d have a chance of getting away.
Sukuna didn’t so much as blink before the sorcerer in front of him was sliced into ribbons, falling into a bloody lump on the floor.
Daring to spare a look in that direction, you saw his hand outstretched. You didn't have to see what was left of the sorcerer to know he took care of it.
“Don’t worry about that anymore.” Sukuna ran his hand over your hair, checking you over. “Let’s get you home, maybe in a nice warm bath? How does that sound?”
Nodding your head quickly, you held tight, listening to his laughter as he whisked you away to his shrine. His hands never left your body, leading you to the massive stone bath already filled with water and scented bubbles.
Taking a deep breath, you were greeted with the sweet smell of jasmine and lavender filling the room. Closing your eyes, you leaned into Sukuna’s touch as he slowly removed the clothes from your body, and his before carefully climbing into the bath with you.
Pulling you into his lap, your back resting against his chest, you felt your muscles slowly relax, letting the warmth of the water seep into your tired and achy bones.
“That’s it, that’s my girl.” Sukuna hummed from behind you, placing a kiss on your cheek. His massive form caged you in as his hands roamed your body carefully, massaging the various knots out of your muscles.
“Did I ever tell you that your hands are heavenly?”
You felt his laughter rumble against your back at your words. “Heavenly is not the word I’d describe myself with.”
“Well, it’s the word I used.”
Leaning down to press another kiss to your cheek, Sukuna couldn’t fight the laughter. “Alright, at least let me take care of you.”
Grabbing the oils, Sukuna rubbed them between his hands before placing them on your shoulders, getting to work of massaging out the knots. Slowly, his hands made their way down your back and spine, making you arch your back into his touch with a low groan.
“Sore spot?”
You shook your head. “Tense spot.”
“I can tell, let me take care of it, my love.”
In all your years as a jujutsu sorcerer, you never in your wildest dreams thought the infamous King of Curses would be the doting type. Growing up, you heard the tales of the man, the king of curses, and how cruel he was to his victims.
Yet here he was, sitting in a bath as he gave you the best back massage you’ve ever had in your life. His hands worked at the tense muscle meticulously, working every inch into relaxation. Sukuna would occasionally press a kiss to your skin, whether it be your back, shoulder, or neck with the affirmation that you were indeed his.
There was nowhere else you wanted to be, other than sitting in Sukuna’s lap, soaking up the soft moments like this. After a while, his hands slowed before resting on your waist, keeping you close to his chest.
“You should probably get out soon, don’t want you to turn into a prune,” he hummed, running his thumbs over the dip of your hips.
Closing your eyes, you turned and wrapped your arms around his waist the best you could, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Don’t wanna, it’s nice and warm.”
Raising a brow, Sukuna poked you between the eyebrows, making your furrow them up and glare at him. “Come on, brat,” he hummed, failing to hide his amusement at the look on your face. “There is plenty to do, not in the bath.”
Wrapping his arms around you, Sukuna rose to his feet as he lifted you out of the water and carried you to where the towels were waiting. Setting you on the floor, he took one in his hands before he began to dry you off.
The way his hands roamed your body made you sigh in relief, the pressure adding the right amount of relief to your aching body. It wasn't long until you were dressed and wrapped in the blankets on his massive bed. His bed was big enough to fit several men, but with the curse lingering over your shoulder, there was only space for the two of you.
Sukuna pulled you into him, using one of his free hands to brush the stray hairs out of your face. "Sleep, there will be plenty to do in the morning."
Unable to fight it, you just simply nodded and closed your eyes. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, keeping you secured tightly to him as if he was afraid you'd disappear when he wasn't lookng.
The last thing you heard before sleep overtook you, was the soft breathing of Sukuna as he fell asleep with you.
Since I haven’t been able to finish my next ask after coming short a few bucks on payments
Here’s a quick sketch I made of High School Sukuna (after you argue) pulling the same stunt his dad uses when his wife is mad at him
Honestly big dad kuna came out so much better but I’m half awake and wanted to throw something out there 🥹
I also order stickers and made little pins of my chibi Sukuna and wanna put them on my shop soon
I also make custom pins/badges if you’re interested! I’m willing to negotiate prices if you dm me!
I make Jjk phone charms also! They’re little cuties and if your willing to wait 2-3 weeks I can help you get a custom charm made of any photo you send me to make a phone charm with that 🥹
And my small art commissions are open because I really need to make $58 dollars by Friday if anyone wants to help 🤍
Summary: You were brought to Jujutsu Tech after an incident in a hotel you were staying in. It was discovered you had an ability that could be related to curse powers, however, you have no interest in such things and are trying to become an international Go player. Staying at the remote location has you bored and lacking company. In the effort to alleviate your want for someone to play Go against, you happen upon a man who harbors an old curse spirit in him. The curse spirit agrees to play a game with you, but things do not go the way you expected.
Advisements: Characters are aged up to college level. Explicit content, reader is female, non-consensual relations, Sukuna doing Sukuna things, this work may be unpleasant for some so make sure to read the tags first 3.5k words
The clacking of stones against the wooden board seemed to echo through the large bedroom. You dropped your book of Go problems and flopped backward onto the floor. A loud sigh escaped your lips. “This is so boring!” No matter how much you shouted in the empty halls of the ‘school’ you’d been dropped into, those who could hear you did nothing about your situation.
A few months ago, you’d been living a normal life, or as normal as life could be. Ever since you were young, you’d been able to see monsters and things others couldn’t. At first, the monsters would scare you, but as you got older you learned to ignore them. Before you were brought to this place called Jujutsu Tech, the hotel you were staying at was attacked by some of these monsters.
You’d never seen the creatures try to attack others and never in a group before. As you were trying to get out of the building, a weird group of people calling themselves jujutsu sorcerers came and got rid of the monsters. None of this would have concerned you except it turned out the reason you never had to worry about more than seeing monsters was because they couldn’t see you.
This caused a stir among the sorcerers and since you had no idea what any of it meant yourself, they decided to take you to a remote location and ‘protect’ you. The private college was in a beautiful area and the scenery was relaxing, but the last thing you wanted was to be stuck in the middle of nowhere while trying to chase your dream of competing in the international Go tournaments. So far you weren’t assigned to any of the courses or whatever the college supposedly taught, so you were left to your own devices more often than not.
Now, you were stuck in a dorm room, practicing Go problems, and generally being bored out of your mind. The school wouldn’t even provide you with a laptop and internet connection so you could play your games online. At this rate, you’d never grow as a player or continue to build your reputation so that you could be nominated for a tournament spot. To top everything off, whenever you did see someone and ask when they’d let you go, you got vague answers and indefinite timelines. Effectively, you were a prisoner despite their claims otherwise.
As you lay on your floor pouting and toying with the buttons on the high-necked, black uniform top you’d been given, sounds of life came from down the hall. Some students had been placed in the rooms down from yours and they were a noisy bunch. You could often hear them coming and going through the day, but never had a chance to speak to them. It was midafternoon now and maybe they’d be done with whatever crazy classes this prison of a school taught. Maybe one of them could play Go.
Excited at the prospect of a game as well as human contact, you hopped up from the floor and booked it out your door. You slid down the hall in your black leggings rather than sprinting down and knocked on one of the doors you’d heard voices from before. Taking a breath to compose yourself and smooth down the black box pleat skirt of the uniform that apparently even teachers were required to wear, you knocked on the door. “Come in.” A cheerful voice called and you slowly opened the door.
The young man inside the room looked at you curiously and did not expect a stranger to enter. “Are you a new student here too?” He seemed like a decent person and you felt comfortable around him right away. His hair color was unusual and it appeared he had some sort of tattoo under each eye, but you weren’t one to judge. After all, you’d seen some things that were far worse than dyed hair and facial tattoos.
“Not unless they have some college professor who has yet to introduce themselves.” You shrugged and tried to keep your circumstances to yourself. The uniform you were given certainly said you belonged here, but something in the way you were treated made you feel it was best to keep your circumstances to yourself. “Um, by chance do you play Go?” Not wanting to give him the chance to further inquire you wasted no time in asking him. He shook his head and your disappointment must have shown on your face because he quickly introduced himself and tried asking you some questions about the game.
After a brief introduction and conversation on what the game of Go was, you learned that the young man, Yuji, was stuck in this place much like you were. One of the monsters, called cursed spirits, was possessing him and he was slated for execution because of this. His story made you question your circumstances more and made you think you might want to find an exit strategy.
You had a pleasant conversation with Yuji and learned that the curse possessing him was named Sukuna and he lived a thousand years ago. His story about eating mummified fingers was pretty gross and you made sure he knew that. The two of you laughed about things for a bit before it suddenly hit you. A thousand years ago was the peak of the Heian period. In the Heian period, Go was very popular.
“What about Sukuna? Can he play Go?” Your eyes lit up at the possibility. So what if he was supposed to be some viscous, ancient, monster? They’d never hurt you before and there’d be no reason for one to hurt you over a game. Yuji smiled at your enthusiasm and let you know he had no idea. When you asked if he could talk to Sukuna and find out if he not only played the game but would play a game with you a mouth popped up under one of the young man’s eyes.
“What do I get if I win?” For a normal person, the sight of an extra mouth talking on someone’s face might be off-putting, but you’d seen far worse. Excitement built in you at the prospect of a game with someone instead of the continuous Go problem-solving you’d been doing. The only problem being you had no idea what a monster possessing a person would want. “Well?”
The grinning face on the side of Yuji’s cheek was getting impatient. “Um… what do you want?” You’d come to this place with nothing and had nothing to offer the monster, curse, demon, whatever the thing was supposed to be. Silence held in the air for a few minutes before Yuji opened his mouth to speak, but the mouth on the side of his face laughed for a moment.
“Let’s play your game.” The grin started to fade from Yuji’s face and black tribal tattoos began to appear over his skin. His features shifted from a relaxed expression to one of malevolent power. The presence of the man before you was most certainly this creature called Sukuna. Yuji had explained that Sukuna could take over his body and the shift wasn’t an unappealing sight. You half expected one of the malformed beings you normally saw. Not a normal-looking human with tattoos. The being had the strong presence of someone used to leading and being in power. Perhaps some feudal lord? That would be even better. Feudal lords used Go as a teaching tool and the thought of having a challenging opponent filled you with anticipation.
Before the monster could change his mind about playing a game, you dashed from the room to get the Go board and stones. You gathered your stuff as quickly as you could and carefully ran back to the room with Sukuna waiting for you. His eyes lazily watched you as you excitedly entered the room and set the board down. In your excitement, you almost forgot that the rules of the game had changed over the last thousand years.
Instead of teaching the man before you about the new rules and pressing your luck on your ability to get him to play, you decided to adapt your play style to the old rules since the biggest change was the komi that forces the black stone player to be in a handicap on points. With the board set up, Sukuna grabbed a handful of white stones to start the nigiri for who would play which color.
You pulled out two black stones and Sukuna counted the white stones and came up with an even number. The two of you traded your stone boxes and began the game. The room was silent but for the soft clacking of the stones on the board. As things progressed, you were glad you thought to ask the curse to play you. Sukuna was good, very good at the game. Playing the game with him almost made you feel like you were playing against a well-seasoned feudal lord or general, and the thought made you smile. Then again, you may be just that starved for companionship and a good game.
Each of you placed stones on the board and as the game progressed forward, you found yourself on the defensive much of the time. Sukuna was a ruthless player. He knew just how to back you into a corner by sacrificing a small set of his deep black stones to capture far more of your pearl-white ones than he sacrificed.
Several hours passed before you stared at the board in defeat. It was a good game, but the body possessed by a monster had beaten you. Though you lost, you weren’t upset and a smile spread across your lips as you declared yourself the loser. Sukuna grinned when you admitted your defeat. Excited to review the game, you started talking about the nuances of the moves and reviewed what you should have done and why.
“I’ve decided on my prize.” Sukuna’s authoritative voice broke through your rambling and as you began to look up from the board, you felt yourself pushed back against the floor. Faster than your eyes could follow, he had you on your back with a hand around your throat. You could only just breathe through the constriction and you tried pressing against the being now on top of you. In vain, you tried to speak and struggled against the much stronger man.
“Now, now. This is what you agreed to.” A smile spread across his face, but there was nothing friendly in that smile. Panic started to grip you as your eyes met the dangerous scarlet eyes of your assailant. You tried desperately to figure out just what you’d agreed to when a hand slid under your shirt and felt along the curves of your sides.
The hand around your throat prevented you from voicing your protests and as you tried to struggle, Sukuna pressed the weight of his body against yours. Never in your life had a curse monster ever seemed to notice you let alone try to put a hand on you. Unsure of what actions to take or exactly what this situation was, you stopped struggling for a minute.
Sukuna used this time to rip off your uniform button-up and the undershirt. An attempt at a protest escaped from your lips, the but tattooed man ignored you. His eyes studied your body and his finger traced over your bra. It didn’t seem like he was going to eat you, but you weren’t sure you liked where things were going. Maybe the reason he was able to interact with you while other curses were not was because he was possessing a human body.
After a few moments of studying your body, the man pressed against you, grinned, and whispered in your ear. “I’ll just take your body as my prize.” With those words, he bit down hard on your shoulder. The scream you would have voiced was cut off by the hand still gripping your throat. Despite your best efforts to throw him off, the many-eyed man was far too strong for you to push away. All you had wanted was a game of Go to pass the time.
The pain from the deep bite inflicted on your shoulder lessened and Sukuna tore your bra away. A brief wave of anger washed through you, but your anger was short-lived as the next article of clothing to get torn off was your skirt. Almost fully exposed to the man before you, tears formed at the corner of your eyes in frustration, anger, fear, and embarrassment.
Sukuna leaned in and callously licked the tears from your cheek as they began to fall. Your reactions seemed to fuel the cruel being and inevitably your underwear was quickly removed like the rest of your clothing. A small defiant part of you wished dearly that he’d remove his hand from your throat so you could send a few choice insults his way along with a good slap. The curse’s eyes never left your body as he drew the fingers of his free hand to his mouth.
His tattooed tongue ran over them in a more seductive way than you wanted to admit and despite your mix of anger and fear, the lustful look in his eye brought a slight flush to your cheeks and made your breath catch. Seemingly not noticing your slight arousal, the curse used his knee to spread your legs and situated himself between them.
Any doubts you had about exactly what this man wanted from you vanished as you felt him spread you and press his fingers to your womanhood. He slid his fingers teasingly along your folds before slipping them inside you. The feeling was uncomfortable at first, but your body adjusted much faster than you expected as his experienced movements began to draw warmth from your core.
Soft moans threatened to leave your mouth as the man’s expert movements brought pleasure to your body that you desperately wanted to deny. You didn’t want this, yet your body was defying you and you bit your lip to keep your voice in. While Sukuna’s fingers worked your body and reached the most sensitive spots within you, his tongue and teeth found their way along your body. Marking it with bites deep enough to draw blood.
His ministrations continued and your will started to break. It wasn’t long before your reason started slipping from you and your desire began to build. It was like some spell of lust was cast over you. Lewd sounds filled the room as your companion continued working his fingers inside you, toying with your sensitive places, and drawing you into his pace. Your control started to break and a strangled moan escaped from your lips.
Sukuna had three of his fingers inside you, stretching you, but not filling you. Your body moved on its own and your hips rocked and twisted in an attempt to find fulfillment. Tears of shame ran down your cheek. The devilish man pinning you down laughed softly and suddenly the warmth of his body was gone. His fingers were removed from inside you and a whimper escaped your lips as the grip on your throat was also gone. You desperately hoped the curse was done with you.
Your eyes found their way to the man who’d been on top of you and he tore off the clothing binding his body. The sight of his tattooed, muscular body awoke something in you. It was like a seal within you was finally broken and you began to lose yourself to this thing that was awoken. It drove your desire again and despite everything telling you not to let this happen, you began to desperately want the curse before you. Need him. This thing deep within you was bubbling up with desire for this creature. “Sukuna…” Before you could form the words to beg him to let you go, he was on top of you again and the emptiness left by his fingers was filled with something bigger.
Sukuna let out a satisfied moan as his member was engulfed in your warmth and you tangled your fingers in the pink locks of his hair. The feeling of his firm body moving against yours as his erection reached deep inside drew a pleasure from your core that you didn’t know you could feel. His lips brushed against your neck before firmly biting down.
The pain from the bite mixed with pleasure as his hands found their way to your breast. The curse thrust deeply and his hands were everywhere they needed to be to pull out your body’s desire. His movements were experienced and your mind could only think of the pleasure he was giving you. You could feel more than just the heat in your core building. There was a power there. A power-driven by the desire this demonic curse was pulling up from the depths of your being.
“That’s it little creature of desire. Draw on your power. Give in to it.” His voice purred in your ear like a seductive command. A small corner of your mind registered that he knew something about you the people holding you here didn’t, but that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was his cock thrust deep inside you, his lips and teeth on your body, and the need for you to feel the fruits of your desire.
After sucking on the bite left on your neck to leave a very pronounced mark, the tattooed man pushed himself up and looked down on you as he thrust harder than before. Each of his muscles flexed with his movements and the sight alone brought you close to your limit. “Suku..na… mn.” You tried to form the words to tell him what you wanted, but he once again closed off your voice with a hand around your neck.
“Shh. Just be a good little whore.” His voice was both taunting and full of desire. The expression in his eyes was mocking, but all four of his eyes also belied the need in them. His thrusts became frenzied as he sought his release and despite having your voice cut off, several sounds of pleasure still erupted from your lips. Your vision blurred slightly as your airways were restricted and your body cried out for more. Each of his thrusts were pounding and the pleasure they brought were mixed with pain. The effect was delicious and primal. You wanted even more. To feel more of him.
Seemingly to sense your need, Sukuna gripped your bottom with his free hand and forced your hips into a new position. His claws dug painfully into the soft flesh and his manhood drove into you with more force. Tears of pain welled up in your eyes and the sight drew a cruel grin from the man forcing himself on you.
His pace was grueling and your body would be sore tomorrow, but the pleasure you felt made the pain worth it. Your body clenched tightly around the curse’s member as your body began to reach its limit. “Not yet my little slut.” His words were some form of a command that caused your body to hover just at that edge of climax.
Your hips rose with a need to meet each of his thrusts. You clenched your body. Twisted and turned to find that sweet release that your body was screaming for, but something was preventing you from finding your climax. It was like a spell prevented you from reaching the moment you desired. A gate that was shut and you were unable to push through this strange barrier blocking your release.
Tears of pain and need ran down your cheeks and Sukuna tauntingly licked them up. He savored their flavor with his predatory eyes. You desperately tried to beg for him to let you cum, but the grip he had on your neck prevented all but just enough air into your lungs that you wouldn’t pass out. Your lips moved with the unvoiced words of your plea and your eyes begged him, but the curse only watched as your body burned with an unquenched desire.
Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore; the monster loosened his grip from your neck and you could feel the warmth of his seed spill from his cock. It was like the gate had been opened and your own intense climax came. Your vision darkened as the intensity of your knotted release finally came and a raspy scream of final pleasure ripped through your body.
Several breathless moments later, the curse moved his body from yours and the cool air of the room caressed your skin. It took several more minutes before the heavy fog of lust began to uncloud your consciousness. “We’ll play again, my little huli jing spirit.” The seductive smirk across Sukuna’s lips brought a pleasurable shiver through your body and something deep, something very old within you recognized this being as the master it would serve.
Warnings: Language, violence, small mention of blood, fluff not proofread but oh well
Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Word Count: 1k
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A/N: So here's another Sukuna fic. I wrote this one forever ago before finally posting it not that long ago on my other blog. Hope you enjoy!
“Shhh, it’s okay.” Sukuna hummed in your ear, holding you close to his chest.
He couldn’t believe it. This sorcerer, if he could even call it that, dared to try to hurt you. Sukuna had forgotten how stupid humans could truly be. He'd blame it on spending too much time around you if he didn't enjoy it.
What the sorcerer didn’t expect when he came upon a simple girl—one who was radiating high levels of cursed energy—was the king of curses himself to come to your aid. He couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Sukuna, the king of curses, was holding you—comforting you—as if he was the one who did wrong.
Did you not know whose arms you were in?
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Sukuna cupped your face with two of his hands, making you look up to meet his eyes. He tried to keep his demeanor soft, to hide just how enraged he was. You were shaken enough; his rage on top of it wasn’t needed.
Keeping an arm wrapped protectively around you, Sukuna pulled you into his hulking form, slowly turning his gaze on the sorcerer, his look anything but soft.
“As for you, dog. Who gave you the fucking right to so much as look at her?”
His voice wasn’t angry; it wasn’t even raised. It was calm, unusually calm that sent shivers down the sorcerer's spine with every bone in his body telling him to run. If he did, then maybe—just maybe—he’d have a chance of getting away.
Sukuna didn’t so much as blink before the sorcerer in front of him was sliced into ribbons, falling into a bloody lump on the floor.
Daring to spare a look in that direction, you saw his hand outstretched. You didn't have to see what was left of the sorcerer to know he took care of it.
“Don’t worry about that anymore.” Sukuna ran his hand over your hair, checking you over. “Let’s get you home, maybe in a nice warm bath? How does that sound?”
Nodding your head quickly, you held tight, listening to his laughter as he whisked you away to his shrine. His hands never left your body, leading you to the massive stone bath already filled with water and scented bubbles.
Taking a deep breath, you were greeted with the sweet smell of jasmine and lavender filling the room. Closing your eyes, you leaned into Sukuna’s touch as he slowly removed the clothes from your body, and his before carefully climbing into the bath with you.
Pulling you into his lap, your back resting against his chest, you felt your muscles slowly relax, letting the warmth of the water seep into your tired and achy bones.
“That’s it, that’s my girl.” Sukuna hummed from behind you, placing a kiss on your cheek. His massive form caged you in as his hands roamed your body carefully, massaging the various knots out of your muscles.
“Did I ever tell you that your hands are heavenly?”
You felt his laughter rumble against your back at your words. “Heavenly is not the word I’d describe myself with.”
“Well, it’s the word I used.”
Leaning down to press another kiss to your cheek, Sukuna couldn’t fight the laughter. “Alright, at least let me take care of you.”
Grabbing the oils, Sukuna rubbed them between his hands before placing them on your shoulders, getting to work of massaging out the knots. Slowly, his hands made their way down your back and spine, making you arch your back into his touch with a low groan.
“Sore spot?”
You shook your head. “Tense spot.”
“I can tell, let me take care of it, my love.”
In all your years as a jujutsu sorcerer, you never in your wildest dreams thought the infamous King of Curses would be the doting type. Growing up, you heard the tales of the man, the king of curses, and how cruel he was to his victims.
Yet here he was, sitting in a bath as he gave you the best back massage you’ve ever had in your life. His hands worked at the tense muscle meticulously, working every inch into relaxation. Sukuna would occasionally press a kiss to your skin, whether it be your back, shoulder, or neck with the affirmation that you were indeed his.
There was nowhere else you wanted to be, other than sitting in Sukuna’s lap, soaking up the soft moments like this. After a while, his hands slowed before resting on your waist, keeping you close to his chest.
“You should probably get out soon, don’t want you to turn into a prune,” he hummed, running his thumbs over the dip of your hips.
Closing your eyes, you turned and wrapped your arms around his waist the best you could, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Don’t wanna, it’s nice and warm.”
Raising a brow, Sukuna poked you between the eyebrows, making your furrow them up and glare at him. “Come on, brat,” he hummed, failing to hide his amusement at the look on your face. “There is plenty to do, not in the bath.”
Wrapping his arms around you, Sukuna rose to his feet as he lifted you out of the water and carried you to where the towels were waiting. Setting you on the floor, he took one in his hands before he began to dry you off.
The way his hands roamed your body made you sigh in relief, the pressure adding the right amount of relief to your aching body. It wasn't long until you were dressed and wrapped in the blankets on his massive bed. His bed was big enough to fit several men, but with the curse lingering over your shoulder, there was only space for the two of you.
Sukuna pulled you into him, using one of his free hands to brush the stray hairs out of your face. "Sleep, there will be plenty to do in the morning."
Unable to fight it, you just simply nodded and closed your eyes. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, keeping you secured tightly to him as if he was afraid you'd disappear when he wasn't lookng.
The last thing you heard before sleep overtook you, was the soft breathing of Sukuna as he fell asleep with you.
