28 years old. Dreamer, Dragon Rider, Ravenclaw, UA student, Marvel/Disney/Anime geek. 24/6 worker, always stressed, paranoic and insecure. Single and never changing that.
The one thing about Endgame I can’t get past, the one thing that first WandaVision and moreso The Falcon & the Winter Soldier made brutally, abundantly clear, isn’t even Steve’s super shitty ending, it’s that the Avengers made things infinitely worse by reversing the Blip.
It’d be one thing if they’d made the Blip never take place, or restored everyone one millisecond after they disappeared — things they absolutely could have done, by the way — but they didn’t. They brought them all back five years later. It’s insane. It’s sociopathic.
First of all, a lot of people didn’t disappear that day. They died. People who got hit by suddenly driverless cars, people who went down on pilotless airplanes, people skydiving when the instructor disappeared, people whose doctors crumbled to dust mid-surgery, babies who wasted away in their cribs because their parents got Snapped. None of those people got restored in the Reverse Snap. They just stayed dead.
Second of all, everyone got brought back right where they’d disappeared. Which is fine in theory. Except isn’t it pretty lucky no one was sitting in that chair when Monica got restored? And also that apparently no one had moved that chair in five years? So what if you were on a plane that’s no longer in the air? What if you were on a boat that’s no longer in the middle of the ocean? What if you were skydiving and now there’s no parachute? What if you were on the top floor of a building that’s since been demolished? What if you were in your car in the middle of the freaking freeway? That’s thousands more deaths, conservatively.
But forget about all those dead people for a sec. TFatWS makes it explicit that the world is in complete chaos because of the Reverse Snap. People are displaced, families have been torn apart, people are angry and scared and no one knows what to do. It’s so clear that if the Avengers weren’t going to undo the Snap completely — if they weren’t going to undo it at the moment it happened — then they shouldn’t have undone it at all. That it would have been kinder, better to have let the Snapped stay Snapped. Not just for the sake of the people left, but for the people who disappeared.
Imagine the absolute hell of materializing five years in the future to find someone else living in your house, someone else married to your spouse. To find out your baby died or your mom or your partner. And by the way you have no credit, you have no money, no job history, no possessions, nothing. But good luck trying to rebuild your life and all! Aren't you glad we brought you back? You're welcome!
If the MCU ended with Endgame and no one ever had to think about the ramifications, then fine. Whatever. It’s a happy ending. What a cool final battle!
But it didn’t end there. And as such, it’s not a happy ending. It’s deranged. The Avengers are villains.
And it’s just so weird that no one in-universe seems to acknowledge this. That what the Avengers did was bad. That all this chaos, all this suffering, is entirely their fault.
“Yeah, things suck, but I sure do hope Captain America 1.0 is having fun on the moon! Man, we all miss Iron Man!”
W H A T
I don’t know how to deal with that. I don’t know how we, as an audience, are supposed to reconcile with that. I don’t know how they think they can make that decision seem heroic when every subsequent movie and show just makes it retroactively worse.
notes: i’m pretty sure a few people have written for this concept already, but i’m hoping my take isn’t too duplicative! it’s a follow-up to this drabble i wrote for my 100 followers event because i haven’t stopped thinking about this scenario since…. really hope you all enjoy! especially you, anon, who put in the initial request :)
also! if this manga edit belongs to you, let me know so i can credit you!
warnings: nsfw/18+, historical au, dubcon/noncon, breeding, exhibitionism / voyeurism, ritual descriptions, crying during sex, cult / harem vibes, exophilia (this is set in sukuna’s original era, so he’s got all his arms), the standard darkness that comes with sukuna - reader’s manhandled a little bit.
It hasn’t been long since the ceremony. Two weeks total, sun up to sun down. In that time, a few women have shown signs of Sukuna’s seed taking root - an uptick in their hunger, belly markings that mirror his - and were taken to live in the main altar. You, on the other hand, see no fruit for your sacrifice, save for nerves that’re always buzzing beneath the surface.
Being chosen to bear his heir is meant to be a blessing. A duty to your village, a merit to your family. But, no one talks about the loneliness that follows. The paranoia of living under his roof, hoping to prove your worth. Or even the worry you have to bear with the likelihood of death long before any child that is conceived comes to term.
No one cares about the women lost to the King of Curses.
i would like you to consider cockwarming sukuna on his throne
i am considering. i am very much considering.
let’s go back to you being his favorite girl in his little cult thing.
this. this turned out so long. is this even a drabble anymore.
he has you on display as always by his side, in some dress that doesn’t even count as a dress, just some cloth draped mercifully over your intimate parts, and it’s kind of transparent too. but today, today for some reason, he wanted you on his lap. you don’t understand, as you don’t most of the things he requests and asks of you, but like the obedient girl you are, you sit. you sit on his right thigh, twisting slightly so that you can face forward, with his arm coming around to squeeze at your bare waist.
and it goes on like that for a while, a few weeks. every day you walk into his throne room, and every day he pats at his thighs, and every day you sit yourself where he wants you to.
until one day, he asks something different. spectacularly different. with a few spectators, he dares to ask, “sit on my cock,” with inexplicable confidence.
it’s not the first time he’s requested something like this of you, and it wouldn’t be the first time you’d agreed. somewhere in between the gray lines of his morality, he finds it in him to hear your yes first, even if it’s as hesitant as ever. and who wouldn’t be? hesitant, that is. he’s no human, neither does he fuck like one, and his cock, for every night you’ve lain within his chambers, it splits you open, and every time he sinks into you, it feels as if you’re a virgin once more. but you’re not alone with him. you’ve let him do whatever he pleases, let him do whatever he desires, but alone, privately.
but—
daringly, your small voice asks, “n-now?”
he grins down at you from the height of his throne, teasingly glaring as he retorts, “do you have somewhere else to be?”
although you want to do otherwise, you slowly shake your head, already approaching him. he nods, pleased and amused and satisfied, outstretching a hand for you as you climb up to him. your hand settles in his larger, warmer one, just as his other hovers by the skin that the dress reveals. “my little plaything,” he muses, a finger dancing along your waist, dipping at your hip.
at his touch, you shiver. you try to withhold it, but he notices all too soon.
“you’re scared?” he wonders, looking up at you.
despite the fact that you’re the one looking down at him, he seems still so much larger than you. you bite back a whimper. you trust him. you trust him. you trust him. and you do, against all odds. in spite of everything, you really do trust him. it hadn’t always been like this, where barely any hate dwelled in your heart for him, but nights upon nights upon nights passed, and you began to understand that the same way people were made for certain things, like to be warriors who fight for their land and people, you were made to warm his bed and ease his suffering, to shoulder his burdens and responsibilities. it seems taxing, seems bothersome, seems sad. but it isn’t. not when he has the most beautiful of dresses sent to your chambers, woven from the finest silk from across the globe, and not when he keeps your belly full and hunger sated, and not when he treats at your wounds and eases your illnesses, and not when he wipes at your tears and kisses at your shoulder blades, no matter if it’s in the privacy of four walls.
and it doesn’t matter where you’d started, where you’d begun. only where you are now.
with every promise he’s made you kept in mind, you steel yourself, and shake your head. he grins again, lifting up the hand that’s intertwined with yours. “of course you aren’t,” he says, and he’s not mocking you. he’s proud.
the hand in yours lifts up higher until he’s urging you to twirl around, and at the insinuation, you pause. “everyone will see,” you quietly warn, voice cracking.
he doesn’t let you falter in your step as he pushes you on his lap, just like every other day, except you feel it, his cock, hard and hot and stiff at your lower back, bulging through his kimono. “i know,” he replies. his legs spread, widening, and you nearly fall had it not been for his grip on your waist. “i want them to.”
you shiver again, but you don’t attempt to hide it this time, not when you can hear the squelch of his hand stroking at his cock, slow and languid, and not when he pushes aside the dress, easily revealing your ass to him. the dress had essentially been a piece of cloth draped over each shoulder, resting over your breasts before sinking between your legs, while it hangs loosely all along your back, hooked at your waist with a simple string, with your sides are completely revealed. had he been planning this the whole time, then, from the moment he’d had you dressed in this?
his fingers dip to your cunt, spreading your folds and teasing at your clit. at the stimulation, your hands rush to grasp the throne’s arms tightly. the crowd beneath you slowly starts to vanish when he urges you up, when he brings the fat head of his cock to your hole, when he sits you down, fills you up to the brim inch by inch until you positively feel him in your throat, your thighs flush against his. all the scowling faces of jealous girls and the disappointed faces of men and women alike, all the villagers that call you a whore and all the men that whistle at the sight, disappear, and it’s as if you really are alone with him.
you trust him.
the hand on your waist presses you back and you fall, sighing delightfully as you rest against him, back pressed to his chest, head lolling on his shoulder. sukuna’s unmoving, not thrusting up into you or forcing your hips to roll and grind against his. his cock twitches inside of you, begging for attention, and you squeeze and clench down on him, just the way you’ve learnt he loves, and still, he doesn’t make a move to fuck you.
you’re breathless, somehow you are, and you hiccup lightly before you whine, “s-sukuna.”
soothingly, he shushes you. “spread your legs,” he commands, softly, and you do. you obey, pushing your legs open, letting either leg hang over either of his thighs, loosely and helplessly. the dress falls to between your legs, concealing you modestly. he hums in appraisal, arms twisting to wrap tightly around you. you’re already so delirious, mind hazing over as you twist your neck to bury your face against neck. his arms, large as ever, hold you close to him, and still, all you do is sit on his cock. yet, you don’t have it in you to complain, because this is somehow just as satisfying as ever he’s ever done to your body.
“sukuna,” you moan again, but you’re not asking anything of him.
“perfect,” he whispers, craning his head lower to kiss at where your neck meets your shoulder. “so obedient.” you moan again, unintentionally grinding down against him. “i can feel the rage of those girls beneath, wishing it was their cunt swallowing my cock whole.” at his words, you whine, in annoyance, in anger. “yeah,” he quietly agrees. “never a cunt like yours, my sweet thing.” your body’s impossibly heating up, and you’re doing your all not to writhe in his grasp, opting for futile squirming. he can tell, because of course he can, and he shushes you again.
“stay still for me, darling,” he urges you, and you huff, sinking into his hold. “and i promise i’ll fuck you the very way you love tonight.”
he waits for you to nod, and once you breathlessly, mindlessly, do, he grins again, shifting in his seat until he sits high again, leaving one arm around you and keeping you pressed to him as he leans his elbow on the opposite arm of the throne, resting his chin in his palm. and then, he briefly nods at a man kneeling beneath his throne, and says, “now, back to this.”
✯synopsis: she was all sukuna knew, what sukuna wanted. the only thing that stood in his way was gojo satoru.
✯wordcount: 6.9k+
✯warning: angst, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, smut, big cock sukuna, only a little bit tho it’s just a small scene, degradation.
✯note: hello, this is mae. this fic, is my pride and joy. this is my baby. my baby girl. i poured my heart and soul into this and it wouldn’t have been possible without the help of @s4midare !!! thank u so much for inspiring me and motivating me to write jj!! muah!!
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part one
“Don’t ever leave me.”
“I would never. Believe it or not, I like you too much” you grinned, eyes turning into slits as you turned to face him, cupping his cheeks with your palms.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
___
“Do you think we could ever live a peaceful life?” you queried, glancing at his hunched form a few ways away from you. Sukuna was currently flicking a few fly heads. You threw a pillow at his figure, chastising him for being so cruel towards such weak and powerless curses.
“No. With my situation. With who I am.” he paused, making his way towards your figure wrapping his arms around your waist as he placed his chin on your shoulder, pressing soft kisses against your neck.
“We could never live a normal life. There are always people who are going to be after me. Who wants to kill me. Of course, they’re all fools,” he smirked. “But we could never live a life where we would always be safe. Where we could live a life that allows us to have children. A life where we could have a family,” he sighed. “Of course, I don’t want kids. They’re a nuisance. But…if it’s you, then I don’t mind.”
He always knew how to make your heart jump.
“Who knew that the infamous Ryōmen Sukuna had such a big heart.” you teased, pecking the tip of his nose lightly. He growled before tackling you into your shared futon. Your screams and laughter were heard throughout the empty house.
Everything was perfect.
___
“You need to start being careful. I know that this is what you want. This is what you’ve always wanted, something you’ve been working for, and that you enjoy this…but please, for my sake, take care of yourself better. I know–” he snarled, cutting you off before speaking.
“Why the fuck are you nagging me so much anyway?” he pushed you away, throwing the cloth that you used to disinfect his wounds onto the ground. “It’s none of your concern.” he brushed you off, pushing you aside to exit the room, not wanting to deal with you. “What do you mean it’s none of my concern? I am your lover! I have every right to worry and care for you as you are my lover as well! I sit here for days, waiting for you to come back from your escapades. I wait and care because I love you!” you loudly exclaimed, grasping at his clothing in hopes of speaking with him about your problems.
He sighed.
“Look, you don’t know anything. You just sit here and wait for me to come back every night like an obedient bitch. I could give a shit about you. Did you really think that you were my lover? Did you think that I was capable of love?”
His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.
cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst
note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say…sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.
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It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.
His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.
cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic
note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN
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Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.
“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.
“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”
i actually couldn’t care less about carnage i’m going to the cinema to watch an hour and a half of tom hardy playing a tired man trying to do damage control after his outer space spouse wrecked shit all the while sharing domestic bliss and teaching said spouse about the world
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The first time he had called you an angel, you had laughed until your cheeks burned and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.
The next time was when you had been on your knees, mouth stuffed full of his cock, cheeks flushed and covered in tears as he sprayed his seed deep down your throat. Pulling back your hair harshly, he had cooed at you to not let a single drop of his cum fall out.
The side of his mouth had twitched upwards as he admired your fucked out face, your tongue lolling out as you opened your mouth to show him you had swallowed it all.
“My little angel.” he had murmured.
You had never felt more proud of yourself as you looked up, your cheeks hurting from the smile that you flashed him as he pet your head.
Others had told you he was a murderer, a monster, a masochist, the devil incarnate.
But god, he looked no less than a seraphim when he fucked.
Especially on days he sank to his knees, rough hands grabbing the tender flesh of your thighs as he spread apart your legs, ready to devour what was his.
There was only one he’d ever bow down for; his little angel.
| warnings : grammar errors and a lot of my side comments
| form : headcanons
| published : 16 november
| request : how would the jujukai boys react if their s/o falls asleep on their shoulder pls n thanks :)
| barista’s notes : hi hi! yes I have finally posted something for you guys today ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／thank you all for being so patient and the good luck messages that i have received today, makes my little heart feel warm ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ and to the person that requested this, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request) and please come again soon ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
Summary: THIS IS REVENGE FOR MAKING ME A SUKUNA FUCKER!!!!
That being said, please enjoy 😖❤️
Warnings/Tags: monster fucking, DP, two cocks 💀, unprotected sex, overstimulation, nipple play, slight degradation, slight praising kink, breeding kink if you squint, Y’ALL THIS ONE IS REAL DIRTY DON’T MAKE ME EXPLAIN PLS 😭😭😭😭😭
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