Pain and pleasure intertwine in the utmost elegant ways. A subtle increase of adrenaline sparks something akin to forfeiting, and one would think Sukuna finds that pleasant to feel openly. A guilty pleasure, perhaps. He may not exactly like eagerness in sex, such as the gripe that comes after just because he’s let himself go. Familiarity with oral might be nice, as well - but only giving. He’s always known that, when hunger settles deep in the body, a human’s nature changes or adapts. He knows humans have a rather intense desire for hierarchy; they know no other than that, which he understands - he only follows his nature, all the same. But to blur the lines between excitement and nervousness can only equal anxiousness, and that, he feels greatly. Anxious for a fight. A meal. A conversation. But never was it bad. If he were to get into a situation, a poorly-executed one, he wouldn’t exactly panic. Sukuna was a human, once. He still knows pain and anger and fear - but he also knows pleasure. Satisfaction. Respect. Although these—albeit rarely—delve into the figgle nature of arousal, Sukuna feels that sex, especially with you, can still unfortunately bring him fulfillment. It isn’t the drive or the climax or the aftermath of breeding, no, it’s just the vulnerability forged by something insatiable.
He’s already learned everything about your body. The first few runs were awkward and unbearably uncomfortable for him, because opening himself up as delicately as a flower has left him wound into the downward spiral of misinterpretation. If anything, the idea of him being dominant during his first time with love making is utterly ridiculous. No, not at all would that burly brute of a man be able to handle—let alone encapsulate—the elation sex with you whom he hungers for.
Deeply does it feel that he’d even have a few humiliating needs, as well. He has never once worded outer/intercourse with you as ‘fucking’. He feels that human lingo or simplifying truly takes away the beauty of the ritual. He feels pure ecstasy upon tasting or touching you, knowing that you accept him wholly, and even allow the pleasures of indulging your body - of being inside you. More than anything, he’d fear damaging you. Slow and passionate sex with that monstrous man would also mean marking him. Ryōmen most definitely likes the mark, the bite, the reminder. Scents also get him off, embarrassing enough. He probably doesn’t quite realize his size upon first indulging, so hurting you left him… mortified. He wanted strength. He wanted power. But never in his life had he wishes he could be normal. He wishes he could’ve been a more handsome thing, albeit insignificant, his humanity still crawls amongst his soul.
People forget that Ryōmen is quite a nerd. Studies and the passion for intelligence? Why wouldn’t he have also learned anatomy? It must’ve been a great insecurity realizing how his abnormalities double the print he skims for information. His heart beats for you, in this era, taking his time to learn you - more than anything session beforehand. He is not one to bash himself for failing upon the first go, but when it comes to pleasing, something in him screams to succeed.
Yes, love is worthless. No, that doesn’t include you.
because i don’t want to be in anyone’s arms but yours.
your ex boyfriend, sukuna is used to you patching him after games—with you no longer in his life, he can feel his skin start to crawl with you so out of reach. that is until his nephew, yuji, decides to give you a call. ⸝⸝ art :: @/679sinner ⸝⸝ cw :: panic attacks
sukuna could feel his heart trying to thump out of his chest while the referee raised his arm to declare his win. he'd won, again and again, time after time, so why'd it feel so worthless now? he could feel the cut on his lip, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue while a sense of dread settled in his stomach.
because this time around, it wouldn't be a familiar pair of arms cupping his face, it wouldn't be you gently trying to dress his wounds, it'd have to be a blur of different medics and nurses taking care of him. and the very thought had his stomach lurching.
the scent of iodine hit him first—something he never paid attention to while he rushed in the medic's ward, he was used to making a beeline towards you, with his head immediately resting in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent until his mind finally clears. sukuna ryomen no longer had that privilege.
he sat on one of the beds, his wounds getting treated and for a second he felt like crawling out of his skin. because it felt wrong, having someone else see him like this after his matches, dressing his wounds, a job that was once dearly yours, watching them move their hands on him, he could feel pits forming in his stomach.
he wanted to bite something—yell, scream, shove the nurse off of him, absolutely anything to have her stop touching his skin.
and it was unfair—it'd been months since he talked to you so why was getting bad now? he ruined this in the first place, avoiding you, trying to recklessly ruin the relationship because he didn't think he deserved you. it was his fucking fault to begin with.
and it only started to flood his brain now, how his entire world revolved around you, how you were basically everywhere—in the seat that you always sat at when he fought, in the ward when he finished a fight, and in the corner of the room, talking to his friends, laughing with a drink in hand like tomorrow was always promised to the two of you.
"fuck."
"sorry, did that sting, sir?" the nurse was sitting up, moving the cotton swab away from his face, her eyes filled with concern, and for a second if sukuna shut his eyes he could've pretended it was you.
he simply grunted in response, holding onto the wall and pulling himself together.
"we're done here, right?" he could barely get the words out, his heart starting to beat a mile a minute while he tried to push through, making a beeline for his car before jamming his keys in and driving back home.
he barely acknowledged yuji on the couch, collapsing in his room the second he walked in, trying to level his breathing desperately while the room started to close in on him.
your presence still lingered—it always did, the way you'd dim the lights, the way the smell of your shampoo would stay on the pillows, now the place smelled too clean. his life was scrubbed clean of you, the sheets were white, your books and figurines were no longer littered around his place and all of it felt so wrong.
his brain was running a mile a minute, trying to reach for any remnants of your presence in the room, barely noticing yuji walk into his room.
"uncle are you okay..?" it sounded like he was walking on ice, and sukuna's breath hitched in his throat, choking on his own words while trying to answer.
"i'm fine, yuji, get out of my room."
it's almost as if he was helpless without you. because, you, oh you always knew what to do—pulling him closer to your chest, wrapping your arms around him while he forgot about the outside world, but now he was by himself.
stuck in a room that was barebones, tangled in sheets where you once lay, choking on his own saliva while the walls of the massive room moved closer, his lungs barely working, his skin itching in the exact spots the nurse had treated, tempting him to itch them until they bled, just anything to get his body to stop trembling like a leaf.
he tried to stop dissociating, holding onto the sheets, trying to execute the things his therapist had taught him, but fuck, it was harder to focus the more his vision blurred and blacked out, he could barely overhear yuji dialing your number.
—
"hey y/n?" yuji sounded panicked, it'd been months since he tried to call you, ever since sukuna.
"yeah, yuji what's wrong?" you asked, because yuji only ever called when sukuna was in trouble.
"it's sukuna again, do you think you could—."
"i'm on my way."
because no matter what happened, some things never changed, and the only person who could drag sukuna's mind back was you, it always had been you. and that would never change.
—
you were there in a flurry, speeding through the roads before barging in, still holding onto the copy of the keys you had to his place.
"where is he."
yuji pointed in the direction of his room, watching you almost sprint there.
"ryo."
you could see him snap out of it, jolting up almost immediately the second he heard you, staring at you with his pupils dialating like a prey animal while you inched closer to him.
"it's been a while, huh?" you tried to make things seem lighthearted, seating yourself at the edge of your bed before he moved you closer to him, moving you onto his lap and crushing you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist until it was almost suffocating but after months, sukuna felt safe.
his eyes were already brimming with tears, with your hands reaching to run your fingers through your hair, with his head rested on the crook of your neck, flipping you over until he was laying on top of you.
his mind was still a fucked up mess, his wounds barely treated his mind just fixated on how he lost you—he could barely believe you were here with him now, holding him like you used you, your expression kind and calm, he had to hold onto you tight enough to make sure you were real. that you were actually here.
he was sniffling against you, clinging to you like a child, the choked sobs leaving his throat while he held onto you.
"i guess some things don't change, ryo."
"don't leave."
"w—what?"
"don't leave again. i'll be good this time, i swear. i'll do everything right, i can't risk losing you again."
and in all the time you'd known sukuna, that was the most genuine he'd ever been. and that scared the living shit out of you. but, there was nothing to lose, right?
did i lose my edge u guys. guys.
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♡⏝ ⸝⸝ 𝓦ARNINGS ˖ ❝ sfw fluff crack she/her pronouns satoru, nobara, itadori & megumi cameo reader is sweet and popular sweet/innocent!reader bully!sukuna 2006 timeline reader & sukuna are like 17 they're in high school only tooth rotting fluff no curses au 2006 Japan references sukuna & gojo besties 2nd person perspective ❞
── #⃝ MINA'S NOTES ( 💬 ) gojo ver. masterlist <3
SUKUNA RYOMEN was the devils incarnate. No, like literally that's what people whispered and believed.
"I saw horns on his head, and he was talking about killing a duck," 4 year old Nobara whispered and told 4 year old Megumi and Itadori. Nodding and pursing her lips as she had learnt from Gojo when he was gossiping with Geto and Shoko, mimicking his behaviour. Itadori widened his eyes before gasping and placing his hands on his cheeks, "HE WHAT? WHAT THE HECK!?," he looked distraught before huffing and pouting, as if the sun was exploding. He couldn’t believe his uncle, who was only around 13 years older than him, was so evil.
"She obviously didn't see that, idiot," Megumi looked at him in annoyance, curling his upper lip. "And stop copying how my babysitter acts!" he scoffed before tackling Yuuji.
The rumours didn't start and end with 4 year olds though, almost everyone in Jujutsu high believed that Sukuna was to be feared and that he would curse you if you stared too long. Almost everyone anyways, since there were two big exceptions. One being the most popular boy in school, the boy who was famous on Mixi and owned a Blackberry before anyone else in Japan did.
Satoru Gojo.
"Don't look," a girl whispered to her friend, holding her hand tightly and staring ahead into her dark locker, while heavy footsteps passed behind them.
She was pursing her lips, about to turn back to check before Gojo came up behind them both, resting his arms over their shoulders and smiling happily. "Who're we hiding from?" He beamed.
Her frozen expression didn't give much away, while her friend grew flustered and quickly looked over her other shoulder, locking eyes onto the only figure who wasn't in uniform. His pink hair standing out, hands shoved in his pockets, lolling his head back with a big sigh.
"Satoru, stop following me," he glared, turning back only to look at the white haired menace.
“But whyyyyy? You’re my best friend!” He whined, pouting and playing along, quickly tagging along behind him and chatting to him non-stop about the new game he was playing online and how they should go to an internet café again soon.
Other students walking by quickly changed their course of direction, looked away, or started to empty out their pockets in case Sukuna Ryomen decided that they were the ones who were going to pay for his next expense. Bullying? Sukuna's minions made haibara fear for his life until he transferred to a different school, which in turn caused Nanami to resent him.
All was changed when one of the students smelled the roses in the air, quickly smiling and looking towards the school entrance.
"It's Y/N!" One of the girls happily pointed, while another ran up to give you a hug. "Y/N-channnn! How was your weekend?"
Unlike Sukuna, your reputation was written in a fancy cursive and written in a sparkly pink gel pen. You were a breath of fresh air to many students there, not a single student had a negative energy towards you. Rumours about you sounded like they were out of a fairytale, which is why you were listed as "most likely to be a princess" in the yearbook in your last year of secondary school.
"She gave me her ice cream when she heard about my failed test," a second year boy sighed dreamily, before looking towards the entrance for a glimpse of you. "Is she singing?" His friend questioned, raising a confused eyebrow. You lived up to your name, skipping towards the entrance and humming, while squirrels, birds, raccoons, stray cats and some deers followed behind. A hummingbird even resting on your shoulder and tweeting along.
"Alright now, make sure you all get along and don't get hit by cars, okay?" You smiled and brushed off the bird, blowing a kiss in the direction that the animals scurried off before entering the school gates.
"Do you think I have a chance with her? I think she smiled at me like… more than usual yesterday," a first year boy named Haruto scratched the back of his neck. Flushing from his cheeks, and making quick glances towards your approaching figure. His friends looked unconvinced, all sharing the same look and one of them even holding onto his backpack so that he didn't do anything rash.
"She smiles at everyone, plus I heard she has a boyfriend," one of them shrugged, sighing and watching your figure. It was like all of them were communicating telepathically, trying to discern if you had a boyfriend from the way you walked.
Haruto was about to approach, "I don't think she has—" before freezing and clenching his jaw tightly when someone came up behind him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder tensely. His friends glancing over, only to take one look and be on their way, knowing there was nothing they could do.
"I'm pretty sure she has one." Sukuna mumbled, looking down at the younger boy with sharp eyes.
Haruto gulped, before nodding and looking up at the older boy shakily. "O-oh… sorry, I didn't know.." he mumbled, the air from his throat suddenly feeling like nails, increasingly hard to breathe in and out without sounding like a nervous wreck. "I'll g-go apologise to Gojo, sorry—"
"Gojo's not her boyfriend." Sukuna grumbled, tightening his grip on Haruto's shoulder, making the boy wince out. "I'm her boyfriend," he tsked down at him, narrowing his eyes, almost pouting before shoving the boy away and walking towards you.
People seeing what was happening were already pitying you and wishing that you'd stay safe.
Many people knew that you were dating Sukuna Ryomen, just as many people did not know. The reaction was always the same, whether they knew or not, whenever sukuna approached you. People looking at him in disdain, jealousy, anger, or even looking at you with pity.
"Poor girl, he's probably been manipulating her," whispers floated amongst the student body, people shaking their heads, teachers gossiping in their lounges. "She's too sweet for him, he doesn't deserve her!"
You knew the truth and Sukuna knew the truth.
"Hii!" You happily squealed, rushing up to him and hugging him. His body didn't stiffen or hesitate, as he'd gently wrap on arm around and pat your back, glancing back subtly so that no one saw him lose his edge. "…you're going to make me look like a softie," he whispered, flustered from seeing you, looking comically shy, trying to snarl down at you.
You blinked up at him curiously, tilting your head and playing dumb. "What edge? You're the cutest, most softest, sweetest and smarted guy I know!" You pinched his cheek, before humming and skipping past him, towards the steps towards the entrance of the main building.
He paused, before pouting and quickly following after you.
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[ content: crack, accidental aphrodısiacs, one of his concubines gets exposed for doing witchcraft, instead of punishing her, he puts her up in a tower and has her create a bunch of different potions and elixirs that’ll make him stronger ]
“You can’t just barge into a woman’s space like that!” The words come out with a startled whine. “I could’ve been changing.”
“And if you were, I wouldn’t have seen anything new,” he blandly mutters, eyes briefly landing on your tits as he takes a seat at your tea table. “It’s been a week already. What have you come up with?”
You’re clearly in the middle of eating, but he killed your appetite after managing to scare you first thing in the morning. Your spoon clatters against the bowl, huffing out an annoyed breath as you push yourself up to stand. Sukuna just watches, not bothered by the small fit you throw—it’s not a refusal if you’re still getting up and following orders.
From the shelf, you bring him a small glass bottle containing a reddish-pink fluid.
“I’m not sure if you’d consider this one to be an enhancer, but I found a bunch of snake root in the cellar and made an elixir that temporarily grants infertility.”
“Did you, now?” There’s a slight tilt to his head as he takes the bottle from you, looking fairly impressed as he examines the shimmering liquid. “How temporary?”
“It’s pretty potent, ingesting a third of it should last you around two years. I do suggest—wait, w-what are y—You’re Majesty! Don’t!“ you cry out, eyes widening with panic as he chugs down the entire bottle.
“What?” He wipes his lips as he leans back in his seat, eyes narrowing in irritation over your mindless yelling. “Now it’ll be six years instead of two.”
“That was a concentrate! You weren’t supposed to finish in one sitting!”
“Well I just did.” He throws his hands up and shrugs. “Should I expect for my balls to wither away by morning now?”
You shoot him a glare at first, before giving an honest, “I don’t know!” And it wipes the smug look off his face completely. “At the very least, it’ll upset your stomach, so I suggest you cancel any meetings you have this week.”
. . .
By the grace of the Gods, the King's balls did not wither away that week, and somehow, didn’t experience stomach pain. He did experience one very rare and unpleasant side effect, though. It only lasted for a day, but he had to lock himself away for the entirety of it.
You almost didn’t get out of his chambers in time.
At first glance, you knew what was wrong. He was heaving, struggling to stay in one place, angry.
“You,” he began to seethe right then and there, “Never in my years have I been dragged through this kind of pain. I have been suffering since the crack of dawn—what the fuck did you do to me?”
You hesitate to even answer. It’s technically not your fault, but that is not something you’re going to try to explain at the moment.
“I am so sorry.” He doesn’t even take aphrodisiacs. His stamina was already abnormally high to begin with, they’re the last thing he should be taking. “There’s remedies that help with this. I have all the herbs needed, it-it shouldn’t take me very long—“
“I have been hard since the early morning! I don’t want a remedy that’ll just help. I want it gone,” he snaps, yet even as he continues to heave, he manages to laugh. “So unless you’re here to fuck me, you can keep your little remedies to yourself.”
I’m watching agent kim reactivated rn and my thoughts are that’s it probably gonna be more of a comedy. The teenage girl character is sooooo cutely done omfg, and if agent kim needs a wife im available 🤤
I’m watching agent kim reactivated rn and my thoughts are that’s it probably gonna be more of a comedy. The teenage girl character is sooooo cutely done omfg, and if agent kim needs a wife im available 🤤
I’m watching agent kim reactivated rn and my thoughts are that’s it probably gonna be more of a comedy. The teenage girl character is sooooo cutely done omfg, and if agent kim needs a wife im available 🤤
ಇ. “Older” Shoko Ieiri enjoys teasing “Younger” Reader with her smoking habits
Ever since settling in with Older .ᐟ Shoko Ieiri, you reinforced a strict household rule; Shoko absolutely could not smoke inside the house.
You were shivering in your timbers about having to clean up “smoker walls” or having the tobacco smell stick to your clothes. And with how often Shoko smoked, her and you could always be seen sitting outside on the small apartment balcony.
Today was no differen’t—besides the windy weather ragebaiting Shoko by turning lighting her cigarette into a game. You watch as Shoko’s eyebrows ruffed with concentration. The lighter would flicker a sunset color fire before disappearing quickly. When you snorted at her, Shoko looks up at you.
She smile handing over the lighter “help me, hun?” You grab the lighter as you motioned for her to come closer. She scooted her chair near you as you both leaned in.
Shoko watches intently as you cup your hand around the cig and lighter so than the wind wouldn’t blow the fire out. You open the lighter and watched as the cigarette tips turned into a angry red.
“That wasn’t so hard shoko…” you mutter watching her puff the smoke.
“I like watching you be helpful for once though” She says teasingly. “Meanie” You say sarcastically, cracking a small smile.
Silence falls upon you two before she taps her cig on the ash tray. A strong scent of tobacco admitting into the air.
“It smells..” you say blunty.
“Yeah?” She mutters, leaning closer.
“It smells nasty” Your nose twitch’s at the overwhelming smell.
“Nasty, huh” Shoko repeats like she heard that a million times already. (She has)
You pinch your nose together dramatically as Shoko looks up shaking her head, chuckling, and swatting your hand away. “It’s not hurting you—! It’ll be gone with this windy weather” Shoko says as her hand comes up, tilting your head slightly. You look at her in confusion—
But before you can comment, her lips softly crash into yours. You froze in even deeper confusion.
Shoko exhales.
That warm smoky scent immediately hits your nose, and you swear all your nostrils hairs died in that moment.
“Shoko—!” You say in a scolding, disgusted way. She grins mischievously, like her mission in life was competed. You cough lightly, making her pinch her nose in mocking response. “Ugh it smells soOoOo nasty” Shoko says with mockery.
“Gosh you’re making me nauseous” you say, but you’re laughing. She takes that as her green light to kiss you again. And this time you melt into her kiss, sharing that faint taste of smoke.
Her hand slides behind your head pushing you into a deeper kiss. For a moment you don’t mind that taste, infact you can get used too it.
As you guys pull apart, Ieiri licks her lips. “Don’t ever do that again.” Shoko smirks shrugging her shoulders “Mhm, you’ll still kiss me” The Jujutsu Sorcerer Doctor says with calm confidence.
And as hers truly, your lips meet together after 2 minutes.
