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๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐: this chapter contains major spoilers for the Shibuya Incident Arc! iโm doing my best to stay true to the original story, so the major fights, plot points, and character deaths will still happen as they do in canon. some scenes may be expanded or slightly changed to give reader a more natural role in the story.iโll also be using a few gifs and images throughout the chapter to help visualize readerโs cursed technique and fighting style! ( TAP THIS LINK TO GET THE PROFILE OF READERS CT)
It wasnโt the sharp smell of fire anymore. That had long since burned itself out. What lingered now was ash, dust, ruptured gas lines, and something metallic that settled in the back of the throat.
Blood.
I landed atop another rooftop, the soles of my shoes scraping against loose gravel before she pushed off again. The cold night air rushed past me, whipping strands of hair across my face. Above, the sky stretched endlessly dark, nearly cloudless, the stars almost mocking the devastation below with how peaceful they looked.
Tokyo was never quiet.
Not like this.
Shibuya especially.
The district that had once pulsed with neon lights, crowded sidewalks, impatient commuters, and music spilling from every storefront now feltโฆ wrong.
Streetlights flickered weakly over abandoned intersections.
Cars sat crushed beneath collapsed overpasses.
Entire buildings leaned precariously against one another, groaning every time the wind passed through broken windows. Somewhere in the distance, steel shrieked under impossible pressure before another section of concrete crumbled into the streets below.
No voices.
No traffic.
Only the low, guttural groans of curses wandering through the ruins.
My chest immediately tightened.
โโฆJesus.โ
Iโd been gone less than a year.
How the hell had things gotten this bad?
โธป โ
โBe careful.โ
Yuki stood beside her just outside the edge of the veil, one hand resting casually in her pocket while the wind tugged at her blonde hair.
โThere are multiple special grades here.โ
I blinked.
โโฆYou say that like itโs supposed to make me feel better.โ
Yuki laughed.
โIt wasnโt.โ
She stepped closer before gently flicking my forehead.
โDonโt die before I get back.โ
I rubbed the spot dramatically but I knew there was care in her touch.
โYou say the sweetest things.โ I said sarcastically
Yuki smirked.
โI learned from the best.โ
Then they separated.
โธป โ
I hadnโt seen her since.
I hoped that was still a good thing.
A chorus of guttural screeches echoed from the alley below.
I barely spared them a glance.
โThere you are.โ
Five curses burst from the darkness at once, their grotesque bodies scrambling over one another in a frenzy, all twisted limbs and snapping jaws. They lunged together, filling the narrow street with grasping claws.
I didnโt slow down.
Stored Energy: 38%.
I met them head-on.
One step.
One punch.
The first curse burst apart before it even registered the impact.
I twisted with the momentum, driving my elbow clean through the second.
A glowing ribbon of cursed energy traced her movements as I spun, my heel crushing the thirdโs skull before my fist pierced straight through the fourthโs chest.
The last curse hesitated.
Too late.
I drove a glowing fist through its core, scattering black ash into the wind.
But I never stopped moving.
By the time the last curse disintegrated, I was already vaulting onto the next rooftop.
โFiguresโ I muttered, brushing a speck of purple blood from my cheek. โWith this many curses running aroundโฆ itโs going to be one of those nights.โ
Without looking back, I disappeared into the darkness, Prism Cataclysm quietly building with every stride.
A deafening crash echoed somewhere below.
I immediately turned toward the sound.
Movement.
Screaming.
Without another thought I launched myself from the rooftop.
Stored Energy: 34%
The percentage had climbed steadily ever since arriving in Shibuya.
Running.
Jumping.
Landing.
Every movement fed Prism Cataclysm.
Not enough to go all out.
Enough to fight.
I dropped between two buildings just as a curse the size of a delivery truck lumbered into view.
Its body resembled melted flesh stretched over a mass of twisted limbs. Too many mouths covered its torso, each opening and closing with wet clicking noises as black saliva dripped onto the pavement below.
Two civilians stumbled backward, trapped between the creature and a pile of fallen concrete.
One woman clutched a little boy against her chest.
The curse raised an arm.
โHang on! Iโve got you!โ
I hit the ground in a sprint.
The glowing ribbons of cursed energy wrapped around my legs as kinetic energy surged through my body.
The curse turned.
Too slow.
I planted one foot against the pavement.
Energy spiraled into my palm.
I peeled away only a fraction of my stored reserves.
Barely five percent.
Enough.
A concentrated sphere of yellow-white energy pulsed in my hand before I thrusted my arm forward.
Prism Cataclysm: Burst.
The blast tore across the street with a thunderous crack.
it drilled straight through the curseโs chest before erupting, Light flooded the street.
The shockwave shattered every remaining window nearby.
The curse barely had time to scream before its body unraveled into black ash that scattered into the wind.
I looked between the woman and the little boy, making sure neither of them were hurt.
โAre either of you injured?โ
The woman quickly shook her head.
โGood. Then go. Iโll make sure nothing follows you.โ
They didnโt need to be told twice.
Within seconds they disappeared into the darkness.
I glanced down at my hand.
The glowing energy faded.
Stored Energy: 29%.
โI lost 5%..โ I mumbled and sighed
Worth it
I rolled my shoulder before breaking out in another sprint.
The rooftops were faster.
Safer too.
With every leap between buildings, Prism Cataclysm slowly rebuilt itself.
31%.
The city stretched before me like the remains of a battlefield.
Emergency sirens wailed somewhere miles away.
Columns of smoke curled into the night sky.
Occasionally iโd spot movement below.
Some people.
Some curses.
Sometimes it was impossible to tell the difference until I got closer.
The wind grew stronger the higher I climbed, tugging at my clothes and sending loose strands of hair dancing across my face as I vaulted effortlessly over another rooftop.
Please be hereโฆ
My thoughts drifted toward someone I hadnโt seen in months.
Todo.
If Jujutsu High had any sense, theyโd have called Kyoto too.
And if Kyoto cameโฆ
They wouldโve sent him.
โTheyโd be idiots not to.โ
I smiled despite herself.
โAs much as it pains me to admit itโฆโ
I landed on the edge of another building.
โโฆThat meatheadโs exactly who youโd want in a disaster like this.โ
My smile faded almost as quickly as it appeared.
โโฆJust donโt be dead.โ
The words disappeared into the wind before she pushed off once more, another streak of luminous energy trailing behind me as I raced deeper into the heart of Shibuya.
Stored Energy: 37%.
Somewhere aheadโฆ
The real battle was waiting.
Reader races toward the flashes of cursed energy, her feet barely touching the rooftops.
Stored Energy: 46%.
Another explosion rocks the city.
Thenโ
A brilliant violet light erupts into the sky.
I come to a stop on the edge of a rooftop.
โโฆWhat the hell?โ
For a brief second, the night itself seemed to glow.
A massive barrier shimmered overhead, its purple hue stretching across the battlefield like a dark cloud.
A domain?
Whose technique was that?
Noโฆ
It didnโt matter.
I pushed off the roof.
Faster.
โธป
As I got closer, individual figures came into focus.
Sorcerers.
More than Iโd expected.
The battlefield was chaos.
Shattered streets.
Collapsed buildings.
Great jagged pillars of ice imprisoned people where they stood.
My eyes darted frantically across the destruction untilโ
Yuki.
Relief washed over her.
Yuki stood with her back toward a pink-haired boy who looked like heโd been dragged through hell itself.
Behind them towered an enormous wall of ice.
My relief lasted exactly one heartbeat.
Across from themโฆ
A man with long black hair dressed in monkโs robes.
Beside himโฆ
A boy or maybe a girl? With white-haired dressed in an elegant kimono.
โโฆIs that kenjakuโฆ?!โ
Something about him feltโฆ
Wrong.
Not because of his cursed energy.
Because of Yuki.
She wasnโt attacking.
She was waiting.
Watching.
Like she was looking for a single opening.
I instinctively shifted her weight.
Every muscle in her body screamed at her to jump.
One strike.
One blast.
I was already at nearly half capacity.
I could make an opening.
โฆ
โIf you find himโฆโ
Yukiโs voice echoed in her memory.
โDonโt engage him.โ
My jaw tightened.
โโฆDamnit.โ
Every instinct in my body screamed at me to move.
To jump.
To fight.
I was close enough now. One well-placed blast could throw the battlefield into chaos, maybe even give Yuki the opening she needed.
My fingers twitched at my side.
โIf you come across himโฆโ
Yukiโs voice echoed in her mind, calm as ever.
โDonโt attack.โ
I shut her eyes for the briefest moment before forcing myself to take a slow breath.
Yuki hadnโt told her that because she doubted her.
Sheโd told her because she had a plan.
I looked back toward the battlefield, my gaze never leaving my mentor.
Yuki wasnโt just standing there.
She was baiting him.
Waiting.
Counting.
Watching every shift in his footing, every flicker of movement, every opening that came and went in an instant.
Whatever she was planningโฆ
Charging in now would only ruin it.
I exhaled quietly.
โโฆFine.โ
I crouched lower on the rooftop, keeping myself hidden behind the crumbling edge of the building.
If Yuki needed meโฆ
Iโd know.
Until thenโฆ
Iโll wait.
My eyes never left the battlefield.
Stored Energy: 49%.
Slowly.
Steadily.
The glowing ribbons of cursed energy continued to coil around my legs as I remained poised to move at a momentโs notice.
For nowโฆ
All I could do was trust the woman who had taught me everything she knew.
A sudden crack echoed across the battlefield.
The massive walls of ice surrounding us shuddered before dissolving into countless frozen fragments, crashing against the ruined streets below.
โโฆ?โ
My eyes immediately snapped toward the white-haired woman.
She staggered.
Poison.
Before anyone could react, the man in monkโs robes lifted a hand.
Darkness bloomed overhead.
It wasnโt a veil.
It wasโฆ something else.
Black, viscous liquid spread across the sky like ink poured into water, swallowing the moonlight until the battlefield was cast beneath an unnatural shadow.
My stomach dropped.
โWhatโฆโ
The black mass rippled.
Then something fell.
A curse.
Another.
Three.
Ten.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
They poured from the darkness faster than I could count, clawing over one another in an endless wave of grotesque bodies.
The man never moved.
He simply watched.
The curses continued spilling from the portal until even his own body began disappearing behind them.
Whatever heโd told Yukiโฆ
It wasnโt good.
I could feel it.
That sinking feeling twisting in my chest.
This wasnโt over.
It was only beginning.
The last thing I saw was his silhouette disappearing into the darkness alongside the white-haired child.
โโฆShit.โ
The rooftop beneath my feet exploded as I launched myself forward.
Concrete fractured behind me.
Stored Energy: 53%.
I shot across the battlefield, magenta ribbons trailing behind me.
A curse lunged toward an exhausted sorcerer.
I drove my fist through its skull before firing a compressed blast into another that had already leapt toward the pink haired boy.
A second blast.
A third.
Every flash of light scattered another curse into ash.
The air became a storm of glowing trails and black smoke.
Iโd be lying if I said I wasnโt ashamed.
Iโd sat there.
Watching.
Trusting Yuki had been the right decisionโฆ
But it hadnโt made standing still any easier.
Now I could finally do something.
So I did.
By the time the last curse dissolved into the wind, every sorcerer on the battlefield had joined in.
Silence slowly settled over Shibuya once more.
I landed a few feet behind Yuki, catching my breath.
Her back was turned to me.
She hadnโt moved.
For a second, I considered breaking the silence.
What the HELL was that?
ON A SCALE FROM FUCKED TO SUPER FUCKED HOW FUCKED ARE WE?!?!
Neither felt right.
Before I could decide, Yuki spoke.
โโฆTodoโs not far from here.โ
My head immediately snapped toward her.
โHeโs alive.โ
Relief washed over me.
Thenโ
โBut heโs Badly hurt.โ
My heart sank.
Without another word, I ran.
โธป
The battlefield Todo had been left on was eerily quiet.
A massive crater scarred the street.
Pieces of concrete and twisted steel lay scattered in every direction.
โโฆTodo?โ
No answer.
I spotted him a moment later.
Collapsed against a broken section of pavement.
For one horrifying secondโฆ
I thought I was too late.
I dropped to my knees beside him.
โโฆTodo?โ
His eyes slowly opened.
A familiar grin spread across his face despite the blood staining his lips.
โโฆLook who decidedโฆโ he wheezed, โโฆto show up.โ
I let out the breath Iโd been holding.
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I wanted to punch him for not only scaring me like that but then having the nerve to smirk in my face but I knew he had took enough damage already
โOf course the meatheadโs still alive.โ
Then my eyes drifted downward.
My smile disappeared.
His left handโฆ
Was gone.
Blood soaked what remained of his sleeve.
Guilt settled heavily in my chest.
If Iโd gotten here soonerโฆ
No.
There wasnโt time for that.
I slipped beneath his arm, helping him to his feet.
โAre you gonna make it?โ
He smirked.
โโฆWho do you thinkโฆโ
โโฆyouโre talking to?โ
Still annoying as always I looked at him with a deadpanned face
And still talking
Despite everythingโฆ
I couldnโt help smiling.
โCome on.โ
โWeโre getting you patched up.โ
He leaned most of his weight against me as we slowly began making our way through the ruined streets.
โธป
As dawn crept closer, one thought refused to leave my mind.
The higher-ups were going to lose their minds.
Gojo sealed.
Shibuya in ruins.
Thousands dead.
An entire city crawling with curses.
Whatever happened after tonightโฆ
Nothing would ever be the same again.
Somewhere along the walk, I finally caught the name of the pink-haired boy Yuki had been protecting.
Yuji Itadori.
Soโฆ
That was Sukunaโs vessel.
Iโd heard the rumors.
A teenager who had swallowed one of the King of Cursesโ fingers.
Iโd assumed the elders wouldโve executed him before the ink on the report had dried.
The fact he was still alive wasโฆ surprising.
I glanced over at him from a distance as he spoke quietly with the others.
People always tell children that monsters arenโt real.
That the shadows in the corner of their room are just tricks of the light. That the footsteps they hear late at night are only the house settling. That the things hiding beneath their bed disappear the moment they pull the blanket over their head.
I used to believe them. At leastโฆ I wanted to. Because believing them wouldโve been easier than accepting that I could still see the monsters long after everyone else insisted they werenโt there. I donโt remember the first one I ever saw. When youโve spent your whole life seeing monsters, they stop feeling like a first. They become ordinary. As ordinary as the clouds in the sky or the people passing you on the sidewalk.
Some were small.
Others stood tall above humans.
Some dragged themselves across the ground with too many arms, while others watched from rooftops without blinking.
Every single one of them was ugly.
Twisted faces.
Crooked limbs.
Too many eyes.
Too many mouths.
Sometimesโฆ no face at all.
And they all carried the same feeling.
Something heavy. Something rotten. I didnโt know what they were, I only knew they scared me. The ones that frightened me the most werenโt the ones hiding in alleyways or peering through windows. They were the ones clinging to people.
A shriveled thing wrapped around a strangerโs shoulders while they waited for the train.
Another hunched over a businessman after heโd spent all day shouting into his phone.
A long, skeletal creature curled around a woman crying quietly on a park bench, its fingers digging into her back as if it never planned to let go.
Sometimesโฆ They clung to my parents too. I remember staring at my mother while she made dinner one evening.
Something pale and misshapen rested across her shoulders, its long fingers hanging over her chest as it buried its face into her neck.
โMomโฆโ
She looked over with a smile.
โYeah?โ
โโฆThereโs a monster on your back.โ
She laughed softly.
โI think youโve been watching too many scary movies.โ
The strange part wasnโt that they existed.
It was that nobody else ever looked up.
Iโd tug on my motherโs sleeve while we walked through town, quietly pointing toward something wrapped around a streetlight or clinging to the side of a building.
โMomโฆ do you see that?โ
Sheโd follow my finger, squint for a second, then smile.
โSee what?โ
โThe monster.โ
Sheโd gently take my hand and continue walking.
โThereโs nothing there, sweetheart.โ
Nothing there.
I heard those words so many times growing up that eventuallyโฆ I started wondering if everyone else was right.
Maybe there really wasnโt anything there.
Maybeโฆ
I was the problem.
I stopped talking about the monsters at home.
Then I tried talking about them at school.
That didnโt go much better.
The first few times, my classmates would look where I pointed before giggling when they couldnโt see anything.
After a while, they stopped looking altogether.
โIf thereโs really a monster over thereโฆโ one boy laughed during recess, โโฆthen why doesnโt it ever chase anyone but you?โ
The others laughed with him.
I laughed too.
It was easier that way.
Teachers werenโt much different.
Whenever I insisted there was something standing in the corner of the classroom, theyโd kneel beside my desk with patient smiles.
โItโs okay to have a big imagination.โ
โIโm sure it seemed very real.โ
โThere isnโt anything there.โ
Eventually, they stopped asking what I saw.
And I stopped telling them.
It was easier to let everyone believe I was pretending than to keep explaining something no one else could see. So I learned to ignore the monsters.
Orโฆ At least, I pretended to.
Because the truth wasโฆ Itโs hard to ignore something thatโs staring right back at you. Especially when it follows you home.
By the time I was nine, Iโd gotten pretty good at pretending.
Pretending I didnโt see the thing hanging upside down outside my classroom window. Pretending I couldnโt hear the strange clicking noises coming from the attic every night. Pretending I wasnโt terrified every time one of those monsters wandered a little too close to my parents.
If no one else reactedโฆ Then neither would I.
That was the rule Iโd made for myself.
It wasnโt a very good one. Looking back, I think my parents noticed something was wrong, Not because they could see the monsters.
But because they could see me.
I smiled less.
I didnโt play outside as often.
Iโd glance over my shoulder in the middle of conversations, freeze for a second, then act like nothing happened.
They asked if I was okay.
I always said yes.
They believed me.
Or maybeโฆ
They wanted to.
Then one afternoonโฆ
Everything changed.
It wasnโt dramatic. There wasnโt lightning. No heroic entrance. No monster crashing through the street.
I was just sitting alone in a neighborhood park after school, watching one of those things drag itself lazily beneath a nearby bridge.
I remember wondering if it ever got lonely.
โโฆYouโve got a good eye.โ
I nearly jumped out of my skin.
There was a woman standing a few feet away.
Tall.
Blonde.
Hands tucked casually into the pockets of her jacket.
She wasnโt looking at me.
She was looking beneath the bridge.
At the monster.
For a secondโฆ
I forgot how to breathe.
โโฆYouโฆโ
I pointed toward the bridge.
โโฆYou can see it?โ
She smiled.
โYep.โ
Just one word.
One tiny little word.
But after years of wondering if I was brokenโฆ
It felt like someone had reached into my chest and untied a knot I didnโt even know was there.
Someone else could see them.
I wasnโt crazy.
I wasnโt imagining things.
I wasnโt alone.
The woman crouched until we were almost eye level.
โSoโฆโ she said with a grin.
โWhat kind of guys are you into?โ
โฆ
I blinked.
โWhat?โ
โYou heard meโ
โIโฆโ
I could feel my face getting warmer.
โI donโt knowโฆโ
โCโmonโ
โThere has to be somebody.โ
โIโve never even had a boyfriend.โ
โYou donโt need one.โ
She waved a hand
โJust give me a type.โ
I stared at the ground, suddenly finding my shoes incredibly interesting.
โโฆStrong.โ
She laughed.
Not at me.
Justโฆ
Like my answer genuinely amused her.
โStrong, huh? I can work with that.โ
That was my first conversation with Yuki Tsukumo.
Looking back, It was probably the weirdest possible introduction
But somehow,It fit her perfectly
Yuki was unlike anyone Iโd ever met. She didnโt treat me like I was fragile.
She didnโt speak to me like I was a child. She never once asked if I was sure Iโd actually seen the monsters.
Insteadโฆ
She asked questions.
Real questions.
Did they ever follow me? Which ones scared me the most?
She listened. Really listened.
And for the first time in my lifeโฆ
Someone believed every word I said without asking for proof.
I donโt think Yuki ever realized what that meant to me.
Or maybe she did.
Either wayโฆ
She never made me feel strange.
She made me feelโฆ normal.
I donโt think I admired Yuki because she was one of the strongest sorcerers in the world.
I admired her because she was free. She laughed whenever she wanted. Said whatever was on her mind.
Ignored rules she thought were stupid. Ate way too much. Disappeared for months at a time. She lived exactly how she wanted.
Nine-year-old me thought she was the coolest person alive.
She became my teacher.
Somewhere along the wayโฆ
She became something even more important.
The closest thing I ever had to an older sister.
Before Yuki could become my teacher, She had to ask my parents
Looking back, I canโt imagine how strange that conversation must have been.
A woman theyโd only just met was asking if she could spend time training their nine-year-old daughter. She never mentioned curses.
Never mentioned jujutsu. Instead, she simply told them โYour daughter isโฆ special, Sheโs been carrying something she shouldnโt have to carry alone. I think I can help.โ
My parents were hesitant, Anyone wouldโve been. But then they looked at me.
For the first time in yearsโฆ
I wasnโt hiding behind them.
I wasnโt nervously looking over my shoulder.
I was smiling.
Really smiling.
Hopeful.
Excited.
Like a child again.
I think they stopped worrying about who Yuki wasโฆ And started seeing what sheโd already done for me.
Sheโd given them their daughter back.
Soโฆ They said yes.
But I wasnโt the only student she took under her wing.
Not long after we metโฆ
She introduced me to another kid.
His name was Aoi Todo.
My first impression?
He was huge.
Even as a kid.
He was loud.
He was obnoxious.
And, if you asked him back then, heโd probably tell you I cried too much.
โฆHe wasnโt entirely wrong.
If you asked me what I thought of him? Iโd deny it to this day. But watching another kid my age throw around people twice his size like they weighed nothing wasโฆ Pretty awesome.
I looked up to him.
Iโd rather let a curse eat me than admit that to his face. Over time, we stopped being Yukiโs two students.
We became family. Todo wasnโt nearly as unbearable as most people thought.
Sure, his obsession with Takada-chan bordered on concerning. Sure, he could be an absolute meathead.
And yesโฆ
He somehow managed to make every conversation louder than it needed to be But beneath all thatโฆ He was surprisingly thoughtful.
Smarter than people gave him credit for.
He had a strange way of understanding people.
Of knowing exactly what they needed to hear.
Sometimes that came in the form of surprisingly profound advice. Other timesโฆ It came in the form of getting punched hard enough to โfix your mindset.โ
It depended on the day but somehow, between Yukiโs constant teasing and Todoโs impossible expectationsโฆ I stopped being afraid of monsters. I started learning how to fight them instead.
Hi!! I wanted to get some opinions on Readerโs cursed technique! ๐ค
Iโve recently updated it from my original JJK OC, and since Iโm turning her into an xReader fanfic, I wanted to make sure it actually makes sense and isnโt too overpowered (or underpowered lol).
Iโm putting a lot of love into this story, so Iโd really appreciate any feedback, critiques, or suggestions you have! I genuinely want to make this the best it can be. ๐ซถ
If youโre interested, Iโll also link my original JJK OC introduction below! The cursed technique has changed quite a bit since then, but if you want to see where it started or learn more about Reader as a character, feel free to check it out.
Thanks in advance! ๐
Reader would be a high 1st grade sorcerer like todo but not a special grade
Cursed Technique: Prism Cataclysm (ๅฝฉ็ ด่กๅผ)
Readerโs innate cursed technique, Prism Cataclysm (ๅฝฉ็ ด่กๅผ), revolves around the accumulation, storage, and release of kinetic energy. Every movement she makes, whether itโs a step, dodge, jump, punch, or kick, generates kinetic cursed energy that is absorbed into her body rather than immediately expended. Unlike conventional reinforcement, this energy is compressed and stored, allowing it to build continuously throughout a battle.
Her technique can also absorb a portion of the kinetic energy from incoming attacks. While she still experiences the full pain and damage of every hit, some of the force behind an opponentโs strike is converted into stored energy, allowing her to redirect that power later in the fight. This makes prolonged battles increasingly dangerous for her opponents, as every exchange gradually contributes to her growing reserves.
Rather than relying on overwhelming strength from the outset, Prism Cataclysm rewards patience, adaptability, and intelligent resource management. The longer Reader remains active and engaged in combat, the more powerful her technique becomes.
โธป
Sixfold Ascension (ๅ ญๅฝฉๆ่ฏ, Rokusai Shลka)
The highest state of Prism Cataclysm is known as Sixfold Ascension, a technique activated only after sufficient kinetic energy has been accumulated. Six condensed spheres of cursed energy manifest around Reader, orbiting her body in a constant rotation. Each sphere represents a portion of the kinetic energy gathered throughout the battle and possesses a unique function, allowing her to adapt to nearly any combat situation.
Unlike expendable ammunition, the spheres are strategic resources. Reader can choose when and how to expend each one, making every decision during Sixfold Ascension deliberate.
The six spheres consist of:
* Swift Sphere โ Greatly amplifies movement speed, acceleration, and reaction time, allowing Reader to move almost instantaneously over short distances.
* Titan Sphere โ Concentrates kinetic energy into overwhelming physical force, dramatically increasing the destructive power of her strikes.
* Impulse Sphere โ Releases stored energy as a devastating shockwave capable of blasting away opponents, disrupting techniques, or destroying terrain.
* Aegis Sphere โ Forms a temporary layer of kinetic reinforcement around her body, dispersing incoming force to reduce the impact of powerful attacks.
* Vector Sphere โ Manipulates her own momentum, enabling sudden changes in direction, aerial movement, and explosive bursts of mobility that would otherwise be impossible.
* Cataclysm Sphere โ The culmination of everything Prism Cataclysm has stored. It combines the remaining kinetic energy into a single overwhelming release, sacrificing all remaining reserves for one final, decisive attack.
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Fighting Style
Reader is an exceptionally technical close-range combatant whose fighting style emphasizes mobility, precision, and adaptability over raw power. She excels at reading her opponentโs habits, exploiting openings, and maintaining constant movement to continuously build kinetic energy throughout a fight. ( her fighting style is inspired by Vivy from Vivy: Fluorite Eye's Song and Yorurichi Shihouin from bleach)
Rather than overwhelming enemies immediately, she prefers to dictate the pace of combat, patiently allowing her technique to scale until she can decisively shift the battle in her favor. Her movements are smooth, calculated, and efficient, giving the impression that every step and strike has been carefully planned several moments in advance.
When releasing stored kinetic energy, her cursed energy manifests as brilliant streams of light that flow around the part of her body being used. A punch leaves glowing ribbons spiraling around her fist, a kick paints a luminous arc through the air, and high-speed movement leaves radiant streaks trailing behind her. During Sixfold Ascension, the six orbiting spheres illuminate the battlefield, creating an unmistakable visual presence that reflects the immense amount of energy she has accumulated.
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Strengths
Reader thrives in extended battles, becoming progressively stronger as kinetic energy continues to accumulate. Her exceptional battle IQ, calm decision-making, and ability to adapt allow her to compete with opponents who may initially possess greater raw power. Because she can convert both her own movement and a portion of an opponentโs attacks into usable energy, every exchange has the potential to work in her favor. Combined with her athleticism and refined hand-to-hand combat, she becomes increasingly difficult to overwhelm the longer a battle continues.
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Weaknesses
Prism Cataclysm is entirely dependent on movement. If Reader is immobilized, restrained, or forced into prolonged inactivity, her ability to generate new kinetic energy is halted and her stored reserves gradually begin to dissipate after roughly 15 seconds without meaningful movement.
Additionally, her greatest techniques require time to develop, leaving her at a disadvantage during the opening stages of battle against opponents capable of ending fights quickly.
Although rare, exceeding the limits of Sixfold Ascension places immense physiological strain on her body. The extreme adrenaline and continuous circulation of kinetic cursed energy force her cardiovascular system far beyond normal human limits, resulting in symptoms such as nosebleeds, coughing up blood, blurred vision, trembling limbs, dizziness, and dangerous heart palpitations. If she continues fighting beyond this point, her body begins to fail long before her resolve does.
overview: emperor!sukuna who plays favourites with his concubines, finds out that someone else is taking care of the ones heโs neglecting. a late night stroll uncovers the culprit as one of his lower ranking mistresses and heโs fumingโฆand maybe a little jealous too?
cw: mdni, trueform sukuna, smut, emperor x concubine, voyeurism, self indulgent reader, some wlw action, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), riding his stomach mouthโฆmouth stomach idk, hands free orgasm (m), cowgirl, very light blood play, begging, light choking, 4.8k words
inspired by a drabble I lost half way through :(
Patience was a virtue.
And unfortunately, Ryomen Sukuna didnโt have any to speak of.ย
He expanded his territories indiscriminately, seizing neighbouring empires that took a little too long to agree to his terms at the drop of a hat. Men who refused surrender were reduced to bloody pulps, and rulers beheaded faster than they could open their mouths and ask for forgiveness for making him wait too long.
The only time Sukuna showed a morsel of patience was with his concubines, and even that was wearing thin lately.ย
It seemed there was an unexpected infestation of vermin in his palace. A skittery little mouse was roaming all over the place, and while it started off by taking small nips at his patience, it has now made itself at home. Overcome by gluttony, it overindulges and swallows his benevolence whole. And even when it has more than enough, it goes on to chip away at his most prized possession.
His concubines.
Contrary to popular belief, all of them came to him willingly, and they all knew that they were allowed to leave anytime they wanted. Some women came from impoverished kingdoms, where monarchs took most of their subjectsโ money and prettily dressed up their corruption as โtaxโ. These women figured living in a palace with an abundance of food and clothing was better than a rickety shack that threatened to blow away with every thunderstorm. Others came from foreign lands, drawn in by whispers of an emperor in the east, who spoiled his women rotten with all his riches. A good handful even were royal and noblewomen who fled their kingdoms to escape forced marriages with men who were often four times their age.ย
Harem standing at a whopping five hundred and fifty-five women, Sukuna was self-aware enough to know that some wouldnโt be interested in him. While all came willingly, some seemed perfectly content with enjoying all the luxuries being his concubine offered without ever having to be in the same room as him. This hardly offended the emperor because, truth be told, he had favourites too, and it didnโt matter how much stamina he had, trying to get through five hundred women wouldโve sent him to an early grave with his cheeks sunken in from exhaustion.ย
The only rule he had was that he expected all the concubines to be loyal. The irony of that rule wasnโt lost on him, but he was a possessive fucker, and he knew he would kill whoever touched what was his in the blink of an eye.
Or so he thought he would.
Fending off too many mosquitoes to count, Sukuna decided to take a late-night walk to clear his head. His physician told him it would help him clear his mind and relax, but after missing the pesky insects one too many times and smacking himself all over, he decides this isnโt for him.ย
When he finds himself stalking through the Rose Palace, he slows down to stare at the pristine white building with intricate red accents all over. This palace housed the lower-ranking concubines, some of whom he had only met once, if at all, and he realised it had been a while since his last visit. Knocking himself out of his daze with a shake of his head, Sukuna turns to walk back the way he came. Relaxation be damned, he couldnโt afford to deal with more of these mosquitoes and get lost too.ย ย
But his sharp ears pick up on a sound that has him freezing in his tracks. It is so late that the courts are empty and all the women are fast asleep in all their quarters. So, hearing a fervent curse whispered into the night, low and pleasure-filled, followed by the moan of a name, is shocking. Head tilting, Sukunaโs legs have him turning towards the sound instead of leaving, doubling back to a room just at the end of the row. The window is open, and through the slip between the curtains, he sees it.
The indisputable entanglement of two women pressed together in a messy web of soft legs and wandering hands. Their chests are plastered together so tightly that not even the thinnest sheet of paper could hope to wedge in between them. One woman is completely naked, and while she looks like a dreamy vision as moonlight falls over her skin and marks a white outline around her silhouette, Sukunaโs scarlet gaze shoots to the other woman instead. You.ย
Clad in a silky nightgown, your hair falls over your shoulders, curls and waves kissing along your collarbone almost as feverishly as the woman on your lap pecks at every sliver of skin she can get to. You have an arm looped around the womanโs slim waist, keeping her on your lap, and you watch her through low-lidded lashes while she grinds down on your fingers. She whispers a name, presumably yours, and Sukuna would have found it pretty if the sight before him didnโt fill him with unimaginable rage.
It seems he has just found the vermin that has been running amok.ย
The woman moans unintelligibly, and you capture her lips in a heated kiss before pulling back to whisper, โYou can say it, Emika. No oneโs gonna hear you.โ
Oh, he begs to differ.
โYours.โ The woman, Emika, whimpers with her mouth gaping and hips picking up to buck into your hand faster.
โHmm?โ
โIโIโm yours.โย
Emikaโs words are uttered with her right on the precipice of an orgasm, and a better man would have left a long time ago, but unfortunately for her, that wasnโt Sukuna. So, with two long strides, heโs at the door, and a burly arm shoots up to land a heavy blow against the flimsy block of wood. Thereโs a shrill scream when the door swings open, and it bangs against the wall in a loud crackle, just shy of falling right off its hinges.
Sukuna steps over the threshold, and he watches as the brunette womanโs eyes nearly bug out of her head. She grabs a nearby blanket off the bed, wrapping it around her body with trembling hands before coming to kneel at his feet.
Or at least Sukuna thinks thatโs what she does, because since he walked into the room, his blood-slick eyes havenโt left yours. Youโre still sitting prettily on the bed. Arms propped out behind you and the thin strap of your nightgown falls off your shoulder, teasing the curve of your breast, as you meet his gaze head-on.ย
The longer he stares, the more the infuriatingly alluring smirk on your lips broadens. That look is enough for him to know who the guilty party is here.
โYour majesty.โ Sukuna startles a little, as if he forgot the other woman was still there, and he finally glances down at her. At complete odds with you lounging on the bed, Emikaโs head nearly touches the floor with how far she bows. โWe werenโt expecting you.โ
I bet. He mentally grouses.
โAm I interrupting something?โ Sukuna sees the woman shudder, as if bearing the weight of the heavy baritone in his voice was too difficult a task.ย
โNo! Not at all. We were just uhโโ she allows herself to meet his stare for half a second before glancing away again. โJust talking.โ
A snicker sounds from the four-poster bed, and Emika whips her head to the side, lips thinning like sheโs ordering you to be quiet.
โTalking? With your clothes off?โ
She turns back to the emperor, and her face is flushed bright red. โI ermโฆweโโ
โGet out.โ
Emika jerks like she has just been electrocuted, but stands up, nonetheless. She takes a few steps to the door, then, as if remembering something, turns towards you and softly calls out your name, as if urging you to follow her, but Sukuna merely shakes his head.
โNo, just you.โ
Thereโs no movement, and with a glance over his shoulder, he sees the young woman frozen on the spot with her lips pursed as if she might stand her ground, but with a warning flash of his ruby reds, she is hobbling out the door like a kicked dog. Sukunaโs eyes meet yours again, and you finally pull the gown down your legs to hide supple bits of skin that both sets of his traitorous eyes lapped away at.ย
โYour majesty.โ You greet with a slight incline of your head, moving as if you were going to approach him, but choose to sit at the edge of the bed at the last minute. The lack of deference has him bristling.
โYou arenโt bowing.โ
โWeak knees. My humblest apologies.โ You explain half-heartedly, and when you cross your legs, he once again has to wrench his eyes off their smooth expanse and back to your face. Sukuna definitely hadnโt met you yet. Sometimes he received brief descriptions of potential concubines, and he would wave them off before going back to his work. After all, it wasnโt like he would acquaint himself with every single one of them.ย
But perhaps if he had paid more attention during your arrival, he wouldโve caught you before you had made yourself soโฆcomfortable.ย
Remembering your name from Emika, he drawls it out, tests it on his tongue like it was an unfamiliar taste of exotic wine, and he was trying to decide whether he liked it or not. Being called by name makes you perk up a little.
โDo you mind explaining what I just walked in on?โ You donโt answer right away, and it makes the last bit of his patience dry up, words now coming out as a low growl. โI asked you a question.โ
โI heard you.โ While heโs barely keeping his temper at bay, youโre completely calm and play with the threads that came loose from the bedding, as if they were more interesting than the entire conversation was. More interesting than he was. โI was just wondering how much detail you would like me to go into.โ
The side of Sukunaโs face scrunches, and at his sides, all twenty fingers almost follow the movement, nearly balling into fists. But with how calm you were, he decides he could not be the one to break and lose his temper first. He takes a step closer to you, and finally, he sees the corners of your eyes crinkle as you narrow your eyes at him the tiniest bit.
So, you did have some self-preservation.
โWhen I first heard the rumours that someone was bedding my women, I thought it was one of my soldiers or maybe a cook. Hell, it could have even been a eunuch who had somehow evaded castration, but itโs you, isnโt it?โ Your back straightens when he stops a few paces away from you, and yes, he knew for sure that it was you. โWhat makes you think you can take my women?โ
Your lips purse for a moment, eyes shifting to and fro as you look for a good answer to give him. ThenโฆโMay I speak freely for the remainder of this conversation, your majesty?โ
That elicits a sharp cackle from him.
โWhy bother asking? You never needed my permission to do anything before.โ You only arched an eyebrow at him, as if he were a toddler whose tantrum you were waiting out. โSpeak.โ
Your hair bounced as you readjusted on the bed, and without even knowing you, Sukuna could tell from the condescending gleam in your eyes that he wasnโt going to like what you were about to say.ย
โYou have half a thousand concubines and only pay attention to a select few, twenty on a good day. Itโs hardly fair that the rest of us are expected to stay celibate just because you canโt keep up.โ
What.
โExcuse me?โ
โThe way I see it,โ you continue as if he hasnโt spoken. โYou should be thanking me for keeping the ladies entertained in your stead.โ
โThank you?โ he splutters with his voice the highest itโs ever been.ย
โYouโre welcome.โ
Something between a laugh and a scoff comes from his chest, half incensed, half disbelieving as he turns his back to you. Hands go to rake over his face, passing over the hardened casing that covered the right side. A moment passed as he gathered himself, then, when he was sure he wouldnโt throttle you, he turned around again.
โI donโt know who you think you are, but you donโt get to come into my house, break my one rule, then tell me I should be thanking you for it.โ His words wipe the shit-eating grin off your face. โAll the women know that if theyโre unhappy, they can leave at anytime. Iโm not forcing anyone to be here!โ
โYou know full well that most of them canโt go back to the conditions they lived in before!โ Had anyone else raised their voice at him, they would have been cut down where they stood. But Sukuna is so thrilled that you are showing an emotion other than cool indifference, he barely pays it any mind. You stand from the bed and approach him with agility that tells him you in fact, did not have weak knees.
โYou live in my house. In my kingdom,โ eyes red hot as a blazing sun, sneered down at you as if they were promising to burn you to a crisp. โYou follow my rules.โ
Glossy lips purse as you stare up at him for a few long moments. Then that carefully blank curtain falls over your face again. โFine. Then I should like to leave.โ
You turned towards your vanity, and Sukuna only saw the piece of paper lying on it now. โI was going to hand in my resignation letter later this week, but seeing that youโre already hereโโ
โNo.โ
Feet faltering, you pause, and your shoulders work when you take a deep breath before turning around.
โI beg your pardon?โ
โI wonโt sign it.โ Sharp canines glint as he gives you a sardonic smile.
โBut you just said we could leave whenever we wanted.โ
โI said my concubines could leave whenever they wanted.โ The distance between the two of you closes again, and he isnโt sure who stepped closer this time. โYou are a thief.โ
โA thief?โ You sputtered with your brows raised so high they nearly touched your hairline. โWith all due respect your majesty, you have a nasty habit of making these women sound like possessions rather than people.โ
โTheyโre mine.โ He says, not even denying your comment, and when you scowl, he has to crane his head down so he can get in your face. โYou think you can come into my house, eat my food, wear clothes bought with my money,โ he lifts his hand, and a sharp nail catches the strap of your nightgown where it hangs off your shoulder, and tugs it up to its rightful place. โFuck my women, and Iโll just let you leave?โ
You glance down at his hand hovering over the curve of your shoulder, his nails so long they could puncture through skin with ease if he wanted to.
โYou canโt keep me here against my will.โ
The boisterous laughter that echoes through the room almost makes you flinch.ย
โWhoโs gonna stop me, huh? You?โ
Your lips tremble, and he preens, thinking he has finally gotten through to you. But instead of the ugly cry he was expecting, a smile curls your lips, and you take a step forward, so close he can smell the scent of jasmine and something more edible on your skin.
โWell in that case, Lady Kyomi has been staring at me a little too closely these days. If Iโm staying, I might as well pay her a visit.โ
Sukuna didnโt make a habit of harming people who were a lot frailer than him. He liked the dizzying thrill of heading right into battle with combatants who were on par with him. And swords, claws and teeth would meet in a frenzy of blood and gore.ย
This meant that he never lifted a hand against a woman. That is, until today, when a hand closes around your neck and pushes you back until youโre pressed against a nearby wall.
Your breath hitches.
He isnโt choking you, not really, but the threat of it, as his massive hand spans over your throat with ease and sharp nails drag along your skin, is definitely there. Sukuna could handle a lot of things, but you threatening to go after the very woman in the running to be his empress consort was out of bounds.ย
โDo you wish to see me lose my temper?โ
His voice was scarily low now, and the tip of his nose brushed against yours.
โYou mean you havenโt already?โ
โDonโt test me, little girl.โ Your nose scrunches, obviously not a fan of that nickname. With his grip on your neck, he tips your head up higher so you can look at him. โYou are to stay away from Kyomi, Emika and all the other concubines you have bedded. Do I make myself clear?โ
โCrystal.โ You say that a little too quickly for it to be convincing, and when you move into his hand around your neck instead of cowering away, he knows you arenโt going to give in so easily. โBut just between us, your majesty, tell me which upsets you more, the fact that I fucked them or that I didnโt fuck you?โ
A beat passes before Sukuna laughs, long and loud right in your face. โDonโt flatter yourself.โ
โYour cock is pressing into my thighs.โ You mused, and his shoulders tensed.ย
Truth be told, he has been hard since he eavesdropped on you and Emika earlier. And as much as it pained him to admit it, the longer he spoke to you, the higher the tent beneath his robes pitched itself.ย ย
โYou know,โ A manicured nail skirts over the opening of his robes over his bare chest and his cock twitches. โIf you had just asked, I would have considered letting you join.โ
Your sheer audacity has him at a loss once more.
โI wouldnโt need your permission.โ He replies through clenched teeth and tries to hold his breath so your perfume wouldnโt cloud his mind. This is probably how you got people wrapped around your finger. He thought. A teasing touch, the coaxing pull of your sweetened scent and most of all your soft, taunting voice, and they would be trapped before they even knew it.ย
โOh, but youโd want it.โ
Sukunaโs hand flexes around your throat, and a beat passes with him just panting inches from your mouth. Whenever the emperor couldnโt purge his temper through bloodshed, he often turned to fucking. And it seems he chose the latter as he tugs you forward and seals his lips over yours.ย
You flinch at the force of the kiss, breath coming out as a soundless huff like he just knocked the air right out of your lungs. Your hands come up to rest on his thick biceps, but you donโt push him away just yet.ย
Sukunaโs tongue traces over the plush seam of your lips before it plunges into your mouth, and he stiffens at the taste that hits him. Minty freshness, remnants of hibiscus tea and a little fainter, the unmistakable tartness of pussy. A fang nips at your soft lip, and he relishes the yelping sound you make as he greedily laps at a bead of blood that flows out. He wrenches himself away from you, eyes burning as he meets your gaze.ย
โYou put your mouth on her?โ He seethes, and you only peer up at him through long lashes, a self-assured smile firmly in place on your lips. โYou are infuriating.โ
Hands grasp your waist and pull you off the wall and up against him. And as he leads you to the bed, your feet never touch the floor again.
Belatedly, you start to wonder whether you have bitten off more than you can chew.ย
The bedsprings whine under the weight of the burly emperor lying on them. The man is made of pure muscle, and the inky black markings that cut lines down his tanned skin bulge with every movement he makes.ย Four hulking arms lay at his sides, flexing impatiently as he tries to keep himself from pulling you onto him. And while he waits, two sets of eyes, four total, glare at you through his coral hair and obsessively follow you the way a predator would stalk its next meal.ย
โSince you enjoy eating pussy so much, letโs see how you like being on the receiving end.โ Sukuna had said a while ago, and while your heart thrashed excitedly in your chest at the prospect of sitting on his mouth, you soon realised he wasnโt talking about the one on his face.ย
You could only gawk as washboard abs quivered, then gaped, giving way to a large mouth that cut through the centre of his stomach. The mouth gave you a mischievous grin, canines razor sharp, before it licked its lips in anticipation. Between that and the monstrosities, yes, monstrosities plural, that lay heavy between his legs, you arenโt sure where to look.ย
โWhat are you waiting for?โ
Your eyes bounce up to his face, and you shift a little on the foot of the bed before moving on all fours to crawl towards him. A crimson gaze burns a trail through you when you go to his side instead of immediately straddling him. You tuck your hair behind your ear before you lean down and kiss him. Sukunaโs arms snake under you, and you gasp when he forcibly pulls you on top of him. Settling on his lap, he makes sure the kiss never breaks as he sucks your lip into his mouth, chasing the taste of iron he tasted earlier.
A tongue licks a stripe up your lips, and you feel a heated breath blow against your stomach before his other mouth lolls out against your skin. You shiver above him, hands braced beside his head and almost buckling from the sensation pooling low in your belly.
โSit on it.โ Sukuna commands, breath hot against your lips, but you donโt move. A low groan sounds when you pepper a soft kiss on his mouth, and he pulls back to ask again.
โLet me taste you.โ
Your dark eyes clash with his, and he blurts the word out before he can stop himself. The word he has never had to say to anyone before.
โPlease.โ
An emperor begging a concubine? No one would believe you if you told them. But you oblige. Straightening on his lap and moving forward until youโre hovering just above the large mouth that literally drools with your cunt so close to it.ย
Hands grope at your hips, then lower you slowly.ย ย
Whereas Sukuna is taking his time, his mouth didnโt seem to get the memo because a disarming kiss is delivered to your clit before a fat tongue lolls out and swipes a lavish lick up your slit. You forward jerk, and strong hands clamp around your form tighter, holding then pushing you further onto the relentless mouth that laps away at every drop of your slick.ย
โOh.โ You huff out with a little shock colouring your tone.ย
You look at Sukunaโs face again, and you see his lips gape as a light glaze covers his eyes, almost like he can taste you on both mouths. Your hips roll against his stomach when his thick tongue thrusts into your cunt, and moan slips through as your gummy walls clamp around the muscle.
โLook who canโt keep up now,โ Sukuna says, referring to when you told him that you were doing him a favour by picking up the slack of tending to his โneglectedโ concubines.ย
Your hips slow, trying to lift off his mouth to give yourself a break, but he doesnโt let you, of course. And youโre not sure what possesses you, but your fingers, the same ones you had inside Emika a few minutes ago, go to his lips and slot into his mouth.ย
โI keep up well enough.โ You know he tastes her essence from the way his red pinpoint eyes narrow to slits, and you smile at him. โSweet, isnโt it?โ
Teeth bite down on your fingers, and you mewl at the ghost of pain that follows. His fangs pricked your skin again, and he sucks the digits into his mouth with a heavy groan. You feel his body move beneath you, and when you glance over your shoulder to see his hips rutting into the air and both his cocks leaking with precum, your tongue instinctively wets your lips.
Maybe one day youโd be brave enough to take him in your mouth tooโฆwait, why were you thinking about that as if youโd let this happen again?
Sukuna is drooling around your fingers and on your cunt as he alternates between diving into its tight hole and sucking your clit into his mouth. When you feel his hips shudder pathetically under you, followed by the warm spray of cum against the small of your back, you almost want to make fun of him for cumming untouched. But you canโt because youโre not that far behind either. A few more shaky rolls of your hips, and he keeps you plastered to him as you tremble with your release too.
Youโre still shaking when Sukuna lifts you to move you further down his muscular body. He angles the pink tip of one of his lengths with your cunt, and you feel the other bop against your ass needily. Sliding down the thick girth is no easy feat, and he doesnโt rush you, not even when his hips beg him to thrust up and bottom out.ย
Moans fill the room when you sink all the way down and your head tips back. The mouth on his stomach seals itself shut, then quickly reappears near his pelvis. Youโre about to tell him how uncanny it is that he keeps making it move, but your words fall short when it flicks its tongue over your hypersensitive clit.
There are too many hands to count roaming over your body. A pair pawing at your ass and urging you to bounce on him faster, and another set squeezes your tits and rolls the hardened buds of your nipples between his fingers.
Sukuna stares up at you in awe as you ride him. The light above your head forms a halo around your hair, making you look otherworldly and the sounds you make have him believing that you were some sort of fallen angel who has come to drag him to the depths of hell in condemnation for all his sins.
Your hand goes behind you, curling around his neglected cock, and he makes a sound he didnโt even know he was capable of. Your walls squeeze unbelievably tight around him as you cum not too long after him, and his hands band around you before pulling you down so he can kiss you again.
It takes a while for the two of you to stop shuddering, and only when your lips are utterly kiss-bitten and too numb to continue, do you slide off him and land at his side with a huff.ย
Sukuna is still trying to catch his breath when a thought clicks into place. He was more than happy to lock you in the deepest dungeon he had so youโd never see the light of day again, but after all that, he could think of something better.
Better for him, that is.
He rises from the bed and starts to put his robes back on. โYouโll be moved into the Ruby Palace tomorrow.โ
He hears you sit up, and he doesnโt have to turn around to know your eyes are probably bulging out their sockets.ย
โWhat?!โ
Your exclamation makes a pleased smile curl his lips.ย
While the Rose, Jade and Emerald palaces housed all the concubines, the Ruby Palace has always been vacant.
Because it was reserved for whoever Sukuna would pick as his empress.
With an about turn, he meets your stare and offers you a mocking smile. โYouโve touched whatโs mine and believe me, Iโve killed men for less. So, be happy that your emperor is generous enough to award your insubordination with a title instead of an execution, hm?โ
Your mouth opens, but heโs already pulling the door open. Thereโs a heavy thud of something hitting the wood and a string of colourful expletives follow him as he walks back to his quarters with a spring in his step.ย
Hm, maybe late-night walks really were relaxing.
a/n: whew my family would 100% request an exorcism if they ever saw this. anyway, thank you to @rambld for being my test subject, love you like jellytots baybay
So Iโm planning to write a Reader x Jjk various Fanfic but the main love interest for reader will be Kirara and Hakari ( since I love them and they need more attention) but Iโm not sure how to write out the relationship evolution between these 3. Because Iโm a little stuck on the dynamic between Reader, Hakari, and Kirara.
Very brief summary: Reader is a 3rd-year Jujutsu High student, originally Gojoโs first student along side Hakari and Kirara . She later became Yuki Tsukumoโs student, which is why she isnโt introduced until the end of the Shibuya Incident (sheโd been traveling with Yuki during the main story).
Since sheโs the same year as Hakari and Kirara, they were classmates before Hakariโs suspension and before Kirara left school with him. Eventually I want the story to develop into a Reader/Hakari/Kirara relationship after reader reunites with them, but I want it to feel natural and believable.
The part Iโm struggling with is what their relationship looked like back then.
* Were the three of them already really close?
* Was Reader closer to Hakari? Kirara? Both?
* How did Reader react when Hakari got suspended and Kirara chose to leave with him?
* What Iโm really trying to figure out is how things played out between the three of them when Hakari and Kirara left. Like, did Reader know about the suspension beforehand? Did she let Hakari leave because she understood his decision? Did they leave on good terms and keep in contact, or did life just pull them apart and they lost contact or she never even knew they left until they were gone already?
( guys i really wanna write this story but im very indecisive, i read another Hakari and Kirara x reader story were Reader went missing during the time Hakari and Kirara went to jujutsu high and I donโt know if thatโs they way I wanna go since I donโt wanna copy but it is a good transition from that time to present time in jjk)
PLEASE HELP, PLEASE SEND THOUGHTS BEFORE I GO CRAZY !๐
Also hereโs a bit of a sneak peek on what I was planning for readers curse technique!
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not just ichigo but the whole cast of bleach ๐ญ๐ญ imagine having so many hotties in a single anime/manga but not being able to find any smut on any of them???
like no matter what you like, there's gotta be someone for you in bleach !!
you like pretty boys? there's ichigo, byakuya, uryu
bad boys? GRIMMJOW IS RIGHT HERE.
emo boys? shuhei and ulquiorra are on it
DILFS? that's like... half of the cast
hell, even if you like weirdos there's someone for you ๐ญ๐ญ and not just that!! not a day goes by where i don't feel like the biggest pervert for how much i think abt rangiku ๐คค๐คค๐คค
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เญจเญง โ Sukuna's tatted hand is tangled in your hair, fingers fisted tight enough to make your scalp burn, wrenching your head back at an angle that has your spine curved like a bow. Your face is smushed into his rumpled dorm bedsheets- drool pooling beneath your slack mouth, mascara smeared across the cotton, tears and snot mixing into a pathetic mess.
โHHNNGGHH-! NNGHH-! AH, AH, AHHHN-โ
Your moans are muffled by the mattress, garbled and broken, punctuated by the sound of Sukuna's hips slamming against your upturned ass. He's fucking you like he hates you -or maybe like he owns you- each stroke punching deep enough to kiss your cervix, his heavy balls swinging forward to smack your swollen clit with every impact.
โLouder,โ he grunts, sweat dripping from his brow onto your arched back, โWant the whole floor to hear how pathetically desperate you are.โ
โMMMPHH-! S'KUNA-! S'KUNAAAA-!!โ
His free hand cracks down on your ass, the SMACK echoing through the room, leaving a perfect red handprint blooming across your jiggling cheek. You wail, cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick shaft, and he laughs- a beautifully dark and cruel laugh.
โSqueezing me already? We're just getting started.โ
Neither of you hear the door open.
There, framed in the doorway, stands Gojo Satoru -Sukuna's unfortunate roommate-frozen mid step with a physics textbook clutched to his chest like a shield.
โSukuna have you seen my-โ
His beautiful blue eyes -stunning even behind those thick rimmed glasses- go wide as he processes the scene before him. Sukuna. On the bed. Balls deep in some girl, fucking her so hard the cheap bedframe is creaking against the wall. The wet schlck of her soaked pussy getting absolutely ruined filling the room, followed by broken, sobbing moansโฆ
Oh my god. Oh my GOD.
Gojo's mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No sound comes out.
And then you lift your head.
Just slightly -Sukuna's grip loosening for a fraction of a second as he adjusts his angle- and your tear streaked, fucked stupid face turns toward the door. Tongue lolling out. Eyes rolled back so far the whites show. Drool connecting your lips to the sheets in shiny strings.
Gojo's heart stops.
That's-
He knows you.
He's seen you. Curled up on the common room couch with Toji, sharing a blanket, stealing bites of his ramen while he pretended to be annoyed. Laughing at Tojiโs terrible jokes. Wearing his oversized hoodies.
That's Tojiโs girlfriend.
โThe doorโ Sukuna grunts, hips never faltering, โwas locked for a reason, four eyes.โ
โS-Sukuna-โ Gojo's voice cracks, strangled.
Sukuna doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. He just turns his head- slowly, lazily, like a predator acknowledging prey that poses zero threat and grins.
โLike what you see?โ Sukuna's smirk is practically audible as he pulls out slowly -you whimper at the loss- giving Gojo a full, glistening view of his cock, veins pulsing, slick with your arousal. Then he slams back in, punching another scream from your lungs.
โI-I-โ Gojo stammers, textbook slipping from nerveless fingers.... He should leave. He should definitely leave. But his feet are rooted to the floor, and his cock is hardening traitorously in his sweatpants, tenting the fabric in a way that's impossible to hide. Fuck fuck fuck-
โI- you- she's-โ Gojo's brain is short circuiting, glasses fogging from the sudden heat of the room. His eyes dart between Sukuna's sweat slicked torso, your arched back, the obscene gape of your pussy every time Sukuna pulls out to the tip before slamming back in, โThat's Tojiโs girlfriend!โ
โIs she?โ Sukuna's voice drips with mock innocence. His tatted up hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head up so Gojo can see your face clearly. Can see the way your eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide with need, any trace of shame long since fucked out of you, โCould've fooled me. She's been my personal cocksleeve for months now.โ
โWha- months?!โ
You moan- high, desperate, shameless and push your hips back against Sukuna, chasing his cock like your life depends on it, โAAAHHHH-! OH GOD-! S-Sukuna, he's- he's watching-โ
Gojo makes a choked sound. She's- she's not even trying to-
โI know.โ Sukuna's red eyes lock onto Gojo's frozen form, โIsn't that the point?โ He yanks your hips up higher, so Gojo can see everything -the way your puffy lips stretch around his girth, the creamy ring of arousal at his base, the way your clit throbs with every impact. โCome closer, Satoru. Get a real look at how a pussy should be fucked.โ
I should leave, Gojo thinks frantically, even as his feet carry him two steps closer. I should definitely leave. This is insane. This is- I should turn around and walk out and pretend I never saw this. I should tell Toji. I should- His hand drifts unconsciously toward his straining erection-
โDon't touch yourself,โ Sukuna snaps, and Gojo's hand freezes mid air, โYou don't get to cum. You get to watch. Learn something, virgin.โ
Gojo doesn't move.
โI can see your dick twitching from here. Poor pathetic virgin, watching his roommate ruin another manโs girl. Getting off on it. Tragic.โ
Gojo's face flames scarlet. His hand shoots down to cover the obvious tent in his sweatpants, humiliation burning through him- but he still doesn't leave.
Tojiโs going to kill him, Gojo thinks wildly. Tojiโs going to find out and literally murder him on campus.
Sukuna slams back into you so hard the bed screeches across the floor, โ-pay attention, looser.โ
What follows is the most deviant lesson of Gojo Satoru's life.
He watches the entire time- glasses steamed, cock throbbing, shame weighing heavy in his chest as Sukuna fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. Sukuna even flips you over and makes you ride him reverse cowgirl so Gojo can see everything- the way his thick cock splits your pussy open, the way your creamy slick drools down his shaft, the way your stomach bulges slightly every time he bottoms out.
โLook at him,โ Sukuna commands, gripping your jaw and turning your head toward Gojo, โLook at the pathetic little nerd jerking off to you getting bred.โ
Gojo's hand is in his pants now... He doesn't remember putting it thereโฆ
You look at him -eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, utterly fucked stupid and smile, D-Does it feel good... Gojo-kun?โ
He cums in his pants like a goddamn teenager after hearing your sweet voiceโฆ shitโฆ
Sukuna laughs until he's breathless, then flips you onto your back again and fucks his own orgasm out of himself, painting your insides white while Gojo watches with a hand still wrapped around his softening cock.
โHaaaahhhโฆ hahhhhโฆโ You twitch and moan through the aftershocks, feeling his seed pump into your womb in thick, pulsing ropes. It's so much. Too much. It starts leaking out around his cock immediately, dripping in a creamy river onto his ruined bedsheets.
Sukuna pulls out slowly, a thick pearlescent strand of cum connecting his softening cock to your ruined, gaping hole. Your pussy clencheson nothing, pushing out more of his seed in a slow, obscene drool that patters onto the floor.
He turns to his roommate, not even bothering to wipe himself off, โclean ups on the bed.โ Sukuna nods toward where you're still slumped, trembling, cunt exposed and dripping, โAnd Satoru?โ He tucks himself back into his sweats, utterly unbothered, magnificently bored, โNext time, knock.โ
He saunters out, and the door clicks shut.
Silence.
Just your ragged breathing and Gojo's sharp, pants filling the room.
Gojo doesn't move. Still stuck where heโs at admiring your glistening body- damp hair plastered to your faceโฆ the way your legs trembleโฆ
Leave, he screams at himself. Fucking LEAVE. Butโฆ what if she needs helpโฆ?
His feet carry him forward, right to where youโre at.
One step. Two. Three.
You lift your head weakly from the bed, still trembling, mascara smeared down your cheeks, lips swollen and slick with drool. Your eyes -glazed, fucked out- find his.
You don't tell him to stop, donโt tell him to get outโฆ you just wait and see what happens.
โHe said...โ Gojo's voice cracks, barely a whisper. His cock stirs to life again painfully in his soaked sweatpants, the wet patch at the front growing. He's so hard it hurts, harder than he's ever been in his pathetic virgin life, โHe said clean up was on the bedโฆโ
What the fuck am I saying, he thinks wildly, what the FUCK am I- sheโs Tojiโs- Sukunaโs? She isnโt my responsibility-
You shift on the bed, spreading your shaky thighs wider until more of Sukuna's cum oozes from your gaping cunt. Your swollen clit pulses visibly, still engorged, still needy.
โThen clean me,โ you breathe.
Gojo drops to his knees so fast his bones crack against the floor next to the bed.
Oh god oh god oh god- His hands shake as they grip your thighs, pushing them further apart and bringing you closer to the edge until he's eye level with your pussy now, close enough that the musk of sex and Sukuna's cum fills his nostrilsโฆ until it makes his head spin. She's so- it's so- I can see inside her- she's still clenching- there's so much cum-
โI've never-โ he chokes out, face burning, โI don't know how to-โ
โLick.โ
He licks.
His tongue drags a hot, wet stripe from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit, and the taste of you, mixed with him, salt and musk and sweet- explodes across his tongue. You keen, hips bucking against his face, and Gojo moans like he's the one being touched.
โNnghh- f-fuck- more- G-Gojo- get it all- please-โ
He buries his face in your cunt.
Lapping at your folds, sucking Sukuna's cum from your twitching hole, tongue fucking into you to chase every drop. His nose grinds against your oversensitive clit and you cry out so prettily, fingers fisting in his white hair, shoving his face harder against you.
โJ-just like- oh god- just like that-โ
She tastes so good, Gojo thinks deliriously, even with his cum- especially with- I'm eating his cum out of her- I'm- His hips rut pathetically against nothing, I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking fucked.
โAhhhn- right there- suck my clit- s-suck it-โ
He obeys. Like the good boy he is.
Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, sucking hard, tongue flicking rapidly- sloppy and inexperienced and desperate to please. Your thighs clamp around his head, muffling his whimpers, and his hands grip your ass to pull you tighter against his mouth.
โGood boy,โ you gasp, and Gojo sobs against your pussy, hips jerking, โSuch a good- nnghhh- good little clean up boy- eating his cum right out of me-โ
โMmmph- mmhhnn-โ He can't respond, mouth too full of your cunt, but his cock leaks in his sweats, another spurt of precum joining the mess.
The door opens.
โShit I forgot my wallet-โ
Sukuna stops.
Gojo freezes, face still buried between your thighs, Sukuna's cum smeared across his lips and chin.
Sukuna's eyes take in the scene- his roommate on his knees, face deep in the pussy he just bred, glasses askew, sweatpants tented once more and soakedโฆ
โWell, well.โ He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking, โMaybe you're not completely useless after all, four eyes.โ
I'm going to die, Gojo thinks, He's going to kill me. I'm going to-
โDid I say you could stop?โ
Gojo's tongue resumes its work against your sloppy cunt until you throw your head back and moan.
Sukuna watches, pulling out his phone.
Click.
โฆ
That night, Toji texts Gojo: Hey man, have you seen my girlfriend around? She's not answering her phone.
I need a sub to fuck me in the most pathetic way possible. Whining and whimpering and begging for my approval to cum while I pull on his leash. Literally praying to me. Making him clean up the mess afterwards. If he cums too quick I will punish him <3
) ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ is a ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐ฎ-๐๐ก. ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฑ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ, and this first part is ๐ฌ๐๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ, this is my first time doing a story so I donโt know how to do all the pretty effects.
Authors note: In this story Reader is a Saburuko which in the timeline of Inu-oh is a geisha โThe first geisha-like performers in recorded Japanese history were the saburuko โ or "those who serve" โ who waited tables, made conversation and sometimes sold sexual favors sometime during the 600s. The higher-class saburuko danced and entertained at elite social eventsโ and Readerโs mother was a Shirabyลshi, which is just a higher rank that dances and sings.
The sun pressed against the back of my neck without mercy.
Sweat gathered beneath the layers of silk wrapped around my body, sticking the fabric to my skin. I tugged at the collar for what mustโve been the hundredth time that morning.
โStop fidgeting.โ
Madam struck the back of my shoulder with her fan as she passed.
I rolled my eyes once her back was turned.
The streets of Kyoto were already loud despite the early hour. Merchants shouted over one another, sandals scraped against dirt roads, and somewhere nearby a dog barked without pause.
Life continued noisily around me.
It always did.
Even when my mother died.
I never knew my father. Madam says thatโs common for girls like me, though Iโm still unsure what girls like me are supposed to be.
My mother had been a shirabyลshi once. A beautiful one, people said. Men used to throw coins at her feet just to watch her dance.
Then she got sick.
Then she got thin.
Then she stopped getting up.
After that, there were debts.
Debts turn children into workers very quickly.
So now I dance too.
Not because I enjoy it.
Not because Iโm graceful.
But because rice costs money.
Madam says if I would just learn to smile properly, Iโd earn twice as much.
But I think if Madam fell into the Kamo River, Iโd finally sleep peacefully for the first time in months.
โY/n,โ Madam snapped.
I looked up to see her glaring at the way I stood.
โFix your posture.โ
I straightened stiffly, jaw clenched.
One day, I thought,
Iโll tear these robes off myself.
One day Iโll be free of this place.
Though at the time, I still had no idea freedom would arrive in the form of two strange boys carrying music and chaos behind them like ghostsโฆ
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of perfume smoke, tangled silk, and Madamโs endless complaints.
โNot that ribbon.โ
โThis one?โ
โThe other one.โ
โThere are fifty red ribbons.โ
โAnd somehow you always choose the ugliest.โ
I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to stop myself from saying something that would earn me another smack with the fan.
Around us, the other girls prepared for the evening performance. Powder dusted the air in pale clouds while sleeves rustled like restless birds. Someone laughed too loudly in the corner before immediately going quiet when Madam glanced over.
I sat stiffly before a bronze mirror while one of the older girls pinned my hair into place.
Every pin felt like punishment.
โHold still,โ she muttered.
โI am still.โ
โYouโre scowling.โ
โMaybe my face simply looks like this.โ
She snorted quietly at that.
A thin layer of white powder was brushed across my skin next. I hated the feeling of it. It settled into every pore, every crease, turning my reflection ghostly beneath the lantern light.
By the time the red color was painted carefully onto my lips, I barely looked like myself anymore.
Maybe that was the point.
Outside, Kyoto slowly shifted from gold to a deep blue evening. Lanterns flickered alive one by one across the streets, glowing like little moons caught in paper cages.
Tonightโs performance was being held near one of the larger temple estates, where traveling musicians and blind biwa priests had come through the city.
Madam had been insufferably excited about it all day.
โImportant people will be attending,โ she warned us as we walked. โDo not embarrass me.โ
I quietly hoped somebody would.
The temple grounds were already crowded by the time we arrived. Monks moved through the lantern-lit halls while nobles and wealthy merchants settled themselves comfortably near the front.
The air smelled like incense, damp wood, and approaching rain.
I adjusted the collar of my robes for what had to be the thousandth time.
Then the music started.
The room softened almost immediately.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Justโฆ quietly.
Like water being poured into an empty bowl.
The biwaโs sound drifted through the hall, low and aching in a way I didnโt know music could be. Conversation faded little by little until even the drunk men finally stopped talking.
I found myself looking toward the musicians before I could stop myself.
Among them sat a boy around my age.
Blind.
Thin fingers gliding carefully across the strings.
His face remained calm while he played, though something about the music felt far too heavy for someone so young.
The stories sung by the priests spoke of battles, ghosts, and drowned warriors beneath dark water. I only caught pieces of it between performances, but the sorrow in the music pressed strangely against my chest.
It sounded real.
Not performed.
Not forced.
Real.
And for the first time that night, I forgot to think about leaving.
โ
Much later, after the guests had begun drowning themselves in sake and laughter again, I slipped quietly out onto the temple veranda.
Cold night air hit my face instantly.
I breathed in deeply.
Freedom.
Temporary freedom, but still.
Somewhere nearby, I could still hear the faint sound of biwa strings.
Curious despite myself, I followed the sound through the dim temple corridors until I spotted him sitting alone beneath a hanging lantern near the outer gate.
The blind boy from earlier.
He wasnโt performing anymore.
Just playing softly to himself.
For a moment, I simply stood there listening to the strings hum through the night air.
Then my sandal scraped lightly against the wood.
The music stopped.
โโฆSorry,โ I said automatically, though I wasnโt entirely sure why.
The boy tilted his head slightly toward my voice.
โI thought everyone had gone back inside.โ
Not accusatory.
Just quiet.
I frowned slightly.
โYou can tell whoโs around you that easily?โ
โUsually.โ
Well.
That was unsettling.
I folded my arms loosely instead.
โYou play differently than the other biwa players.โ
His fingers rested lightly against the strings.
โโฆDifferently?โ
โNot badly,โ I corrected quickly. โJustโฆ different.โ
The corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly.
Most people smiled with happiness.
He smiled like he rarely had reason to.
โIโve been told that before.โ
I sat down across from him before really thinking about it, ignoring the way my robes pulled tightly around my legs.
The lantern above us swayed softly in the wind.
โYouโre one of the blind priests?โ I asked.
โYes.โ
โYouโre young.โ
A pause.
โSo are you.โ
I guess he was right, I was young for a Saburuko but most here didnโt have a choice for how they got money to eat.
A small silence settled between us, though strangely, it wasnโt uncomfortable.
Inside the temple hall, laughter erupted loudly before fading again.
I wrinkled my nose.
โThey werenโt listening properly.โ
โNo,โ he agreed quietly. โMost people donโt.โ
Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten unexpectedly.
Like he was already used to being unheard.
โWhat was the story about?โ I asked.
โThe Heike.โ
โThe ghost story?โ
โThe history.โ
I leaned back carefully against one of the wooden pillars.
โโฆYou talk like an old man.โ
This earned the faintest trace of amusement from him.
โAnd you speak very freely.โ
โThatโs what Madam says before threatening my life.โ
This time he let out a quiet laugh.
Small.
Brief.
But real.
For some reason, that felt strangely important.
Then somewhere deeper in the temple grounds:
grounds:
โY/n!โ
I shut my eyes immediately.
There it was.
My inevitable death.
โYou should probably go,โ the boy said gently.
โI know.โ
I pushed myself back onto my feet, brushing dust from my robes before glancing toward him again.
โโฆWhatโs your name?โ
For the first time since Iโd sat down beside him, the calm expression on his face shifted slightly.
Not fear.
Not sadness.
Annoyance.
Small, but there.
His fingers tightened faintly against the strings of the biwa.
What I didnโt realize at the time was that Tomona had not, in fact, forgotten his own name.
He was simply being scolded by the ghost of his father.
โ TOMONA, TELL HER YOUโRE NAME IS TOMONA OF DAN-NO URA!โ
โTell her properly!โ
โ TOMONA of Dan-no-ura!โ
โDonโt mumble it like some ashamed monk!โ
the tiny ghost of his father squeaked beside him with the volume of a war drum.
Tomona jaw tightened.
I blinked
โโฆDid I say something strange?โ
A beat of silence passed before he seemed to realize I was still standing there.
โNo,โ he said quickly.
Then, after the smallest pause:
โโฆTomona.โ
The strange tension disappeared from his face almost immediately after saying it, though he still looked vaguely irritated by something I couldnโt see.
I decided not to ask.
โY/n,โ I replied instead.
This time he nodded once, as if carefully storing the name away somewhere unseen.
Then I turned to leave before Madam came storming through the halls herself with her fan and the fury of an angry god.
But just before disappearing back into the lantern-lit corridors, I glanced back one last time.
Tomona had already begun playing again.
Softly.
Like the night itself had stopped to listen.
Sorry I know this was short but Iโve had this in my drafts for awhile so I just wanted to post it to see how itโll do๐ฅฒ ( if it does well and people want me to make a part 2 Iโll gladly make one)
