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kenjakusbraincum · 6 months

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Sukuna is old. He is also weirdly cultured for the monster that he is. With so much time on his hands, he loves indulging in arts and literature, and as with everything else he tries, he's good at it. You wouldn't know this, of course, you are only his pet. The time you spend with him is limited and hardly consists of intellectual conversation. You are there to serve one purpose and you know that quite well. So when you wake up in his bed one morning, two things come as a surprise. First that you're even here. It's one of those rare occasions when Sukuna couldn't be bothered kicking or carrying you out of his chambers once your time together was up. Second, he's awake, bent over his desk and so concentrated on a little figurine in his hand that he doesn't immediately notice you've shuffled awake. Once your eyes focus, you see that he's holding a tool in his other hand. He's carving wood. You're almost hypnotized by the scene. The scene feels so private that even for a pet like you, who knows Sukuna in the most intimate way, it feels like you shouldn't be watching. But you can't look away.

"Awake?", he asks, without sparing a glance at you. You apologize for staring, and look for your clothes around the bed. You throw them on just precisely enough to cover up until you reach your chambers, just wanting to be as quick and innocuous as possible. You wait for Sukuna's approval to leave. He gives you a simple nod, once more avoiding to look at you. You leave feeling conflicted. Special, because he allowed you to stay and watch (even as little as you did), but saddened because he barely looked at you, once more solidifying in your mind that you're only interesting to him when you're naked and bent over. As long as you've been here, you could never stop wishing for his validation.

Sukuna knows when you get insecure too. He notices the way your eyes droop, the way you close in on yourself and seem absent in his presence. He justifies this excessive worry about you by telling himself he likes to be the only thing that bothers his pets. All the way until he realized he already is the only thing that can make you sad. This realization falls upon him one time he lashes out on you and sees the immediate change of heart on your face. Now, he isn't one to apologize, especially not to someone who is as low under him as his pet. But why does he feel guilty when he sees this one act of his ruin your day? When he catches a glimpse of you sitting in the garden with your head hung low, or leaving more food on your plate than you usually do. If only you knew the way you really made him feel.

He beckons you to his chambers, and you follow three steps behind him like a good pet does. You didn't expect this time to be any different than others. You've become used to serving Sukuna on days you loved him and on days you hated him. But when he tells you to close your eyes, you know something is different. You obey, of course, and listen to his footsteps as he fetches something from the room. His hand takes yours and opens it, placing a piece of wood onto your palm. You already know, but you wait for him to allow you to open your eyes. He lightly presses his thumb on your cheek under your eye, and when you look, you find a small wooden fawn, curled up and asleep in your hands.

"Master!!..", you start, but nothing else can leave your mouth. You turn the figure around in your hand, inspecting and admiring the details. He's given you gifts before, but not ones carved by his own hand. Not ones made with love.

"You don't have to squint anymore.", Sukuna says, almost jokingly. But his face is as serious as ever as he looks at you, his muse. He thinks of the first time he's exhausted you to the point of passing out right after your nightly meetings. You were relatively new and very unsure of your safety. He thinks of your small body curled up in sleep on the edge of his bed, knees pressed to your chest in a primal, subconscious attempt to protect yourself. His little pet, his fawn.

You slur on and on about how beautiful it is, how you don't know how to thank him, the usual when you receive a gift. And as usual, Sukuna shuts you up with a kiss. You welcome it and wrap your arms around his neck, giving yourself in to him and letting him take you to the bed.

And he takes things slow tonight. He's gentle and so, so giving. Every sensation is delicate, prolonged and heightened to exhaustion. You cling to him, pull him impossibly close, and come apart under the comforting weight of him. Afterwards, you hold his hand to your face and kiss it softly. His hands, so large and strong, capable of such violence, yet for you they craft gifts, cradle, caress, love... in a very subtle and distant way, of course. With these thoughts your hands slip away from his, you turn around and quickly drift off.

He looks at you now, sleeping so close to him. Trusting him with your back, and turning your curled up form to the outside world. As if he is no longer a perceived danger. He smiles to himself in victory, and plants a chaste kiss to your shoulder to wish you one final goodnight.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna x reader #this started off w me thinking ab sukuna carving wood #and ended up w me exploring the intimacy and complexity of trusting someone with your uncoscious sleeping vulnerable body #you know sukuna is NOT the person to feel safe sleeping next to but a girl can dream 😭😭#i didnt read through this twice so excuse mistakes and general language that might not make the most sense cause im a foreigner

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vinsportgar · 2 months

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tojikuna is tojikun'in

#wip #jjk #ryomen sukuna #toji fushiguro #tojikuna #need gege to let their wildest wet dreams become true and bring back toji for the 6th time only for him to have crazy gay sex with sukuna #in that way sukuna will be distracted enough to someone stab this roach (affectionate) and kill it on sight

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wh0relibrarian · 4 months

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you’re tattoo artist!sukuna’s favorite client. you’ve seen him so much that he gives discounts now, allowing you the financial freedom for even more tats. so now you’re coming to him like twice a month (give or take) and he can’t get enough of you.

and you’re not an idiot. he’s a talented artist, his work is worth way more than what he’s charging. and you’ve noticed the way he clings onto your body during sessions, the way his thumb rubs small circles into your plush skin as he works. always making sure his favorite girl is comfortable. you’ve been falling into his trap willingly. letting your legs open a bit more while he’s in between them working on a sternum tat. there’s something so addicting about the way he’s focused on your body, that, plus the slight pain of the tattoo in general makes you dizzy.

it’s no surprise that after a few months you start booking late night sessions with him. the shop being completely empty by the time he finishes prepping his station. when it’s time to put the stencil on your desired area, he does the honors of putting it up against you while you are both looking in the mirror. his bulky frame practically spilling out the mirror’s borders. you never realized how tall he was until now. his arms are slinked around your waist from behind, fondling with the buttons of your jeans to try and get a better placement. of course it isn’t your fault that your pants are at your ankles now as tattoo artist! sukuna rubs your clit gracefully. his other hand laced around your throat, forcing you to keep looking at yourself as he brings you to the edge. at one point you swear he was snickering, almost like you crying out his name and wiggling around in his grasp was entertaining for him.

“Shhh, pretty girl, let yourself go f’me. Such a slut, y’know that?” your head was nodding uncontrollably, his hand only gripped tighter around your throat.

“Pretty girls can use their words, yeah? Tell me how it feels baby.”

“S-so good. So good—!” your orgasm came like a massive wave, washing over both you and tattoo artist!sukuna. his movements slowed down on your pussy as he planted soft kisses on your temple.

“Now get yourself cleaned up, I got a job to do, and we don’t want yer boyfriend wonderin’ why it’s taking so long.”

oh right…. choso.

#📕 my books #sukuna #sukuna smut #black reader #jjk men #sukuna x black reader #choso kamo #jjk sukuna #pfffttttt #gettin my next tattoo soon and im just dreaming #tattoo artist! sukuna #tw cheating

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maehemthemisfit · 8 months

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★ 𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝟐𝐊 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! ★

plant a dream and watch the story bloom . . . welcome to eucalyptus dreams ! in honor of hitting 2k, this is an event where you get to interact/roleplay with a few characters from the fandoms i write for !

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preeningpisces · 18 days

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♡ Too Sensitive - Part Two ♡

Telling the JJK men you get too sensitive right before you cum and always have to stop, effectively ruining your orgasms.

A/N: basically Choso is sweet—the other two are not lol

Includes: Choso, Kenjaku, and Sukuna Part One sorry for lumping you in with the baddies, Choso

Content: masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, p-in-v, bondage, monsterfucking, dacryphilia, degradation, praise

Petnames: whore, my lord

TW: dubcon, sadism

18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader - enjoy!

Choso is earnest & helps you through it. He wants you to cum, it’s one of the best parts of sex. Denying yourself every time, even if it isn’t intentional, has to be frustrating. He'll do whatever you need to get there.

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With how new relationships are for Choso, you haven’t added sex to the equation yet. Everything about intimacy is a learning curve, and even though the two of you agreed to take things slow, Choso has shown a clear yearning and interest in sex. So when he walks in on a failed masturbation attempt, all thoughts of easing into sex flew out the window. How was he supposed to forget the sight of your legs spread, head thrown back, and fingers working to make yourself come?

He crawled up the bed, and with pleading eyes, asked what was wrong. You insisted everything was fine, but Choso isn’t stupid: he knew you were masturbating, and it didn’t go how it was supposed to for whatever reason. Eagerness alone isn’t enough to make up for a lack of knowledge, however, and Choso feels almost as frustrated as you when he accepts he doesn’t know how to help.

It’s then you learn of Choso’s persuasion skills, because you now rub your clit for your boyfriend to watch. His gaze is heavy and irreverent—transfixed by your wet pussy.

“It’s so pretty,” he says when your hole twitches, and the compliment makes warmth flood through you. “Can I touch you?”

“A-ah, yeah, go ahead.” The scenario wounds your pride: you don’t want to struggle in front of Choso. How is he supposed to trust you as a guide when you can’t even give yourself a basic orgasm? A tentative touch to your labia interrupts these thoughts, appreciating its shapes and feeling your wetness.

You whimper when his curiosity leads him to tracing your hole—not penetrating, only running the tip of his finger through the rim. He looks at you in question before he slowly breeches you, amazed by the sight and sensation of you parting for him.

It isn’t until you shift your hips that he grazes your g-spot, and your pussy squeezes his fingers so hard he briefly wonders if he hurt you. Uncertainty fades away as he caresses the rough area, his excitement growing as you move against his hand with a moan. It’s wet and warm, and the thought of it surrounding his cock makes him bite back a sound.

“Choso, you’re doing so good,” you pant, your voice tight with effort. “You can put another in.”

He does as told, mouth hanging when he sees your pussy stretch to accommodate his fingers. Over-eager, he relentlessly strokes your g-spot, his hips grinding against the bed. You cry out and match his intensity by circling your clit quickly. It doesn’t take long for your legs to tremble, and your body to stiffen. Whether by accident or knowing more than you thought he would, his fingers scissor, and you’re brought to the door of stinging pleasure.

“I can’t—I’m sorry,” your hand flies off instinctively, but he catches your wrist.

“Keep going,” he says lowly, and covers your fingers, moving them to glide over your clit beneath his own. “Let me help you.”

It’s an odd sensation: your familiar fingers moving in unfamiliar ways. He intensifies your touch, and resumes stroking your g-spot, shooting red-hot nerves through your body.

“Oh, my god, Choso! That’s too fucking—” you wail when you come, muscles cramping from the tension. Choso’s touches never falter as he leans over to connect your lips. It’s a sloppy, noisy kiss, and he moans almost as much as you. When you thrash to get away from him and tears well in your eyes, he removes his fingers and pulls you close. You pant in unison, and when you glance down, you see Choso had come in his pants. Only minutes pass before you feel his erection poking your ass.

“Can I do it again?”

Kenjaku is curious & tests you through it: what makes you so sensitive? Is it a certain technique? Would different stimuli make it more or less intense? He wants to explore until he knows the ins and outs of the issue to sate his curiosity.

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If you were told that you would spend your Saturday evening tied down with your leader’s head between your legs, you would assume they mistook you for someone with a much more colorful sex life. In hindsight, it shouldn’t have come as a shock with his unpredictable nature, but you assumed he had no interest in sex–or anything that isn’t about cursed energy, really.

Your legs strain against the straps as you come with a voiceless scream, mouth hanging open. Kenjaku only licks at your cunt twice more before removing himself, his face expressionless as he watches you twitch and convulse. With his thumb he absentmindedly wipes residue from his jaw, only to lick it from his finger and lips–the display makes your cheeks heat, even though he just ate your pussy. When he remains silent, you know he’s mulling over something, and prepare yourself for the incoming rant as your high dissipates. Without warning, he slides two fingers into you. He wastes no time locating your soft spot, caressing the area with deliberate strokes. His cool demeanor makes you feel foolish for making any noise, whether they come from your mouth or your pussy.

When he ate you out, he focused on your clit, his tongue flitting over your opening once or twice, but never penetrating. Now, it seems, he’s doing the exact opposite. Thick fingers part so widely it almost hurts, but so turned on it only makes you mewl, and raise your hips for more. This seems to herald your end, as he sets a rhythmic pace, pushing you further and further along. Like before, the pleasure skyrockets to a harsh burn, and you squirm in your restraints.

“Where does it hurt?” You stare at him stupidly, unsure what he said. It’s the first he’s spoken since strapping you down. “You said it gets over-sensitive before an orgasm. Where is that happening now?”

“My clit,” you manage. His fingering doesn’t slow even as you’re trying to speak.

“Is it internal or external?” A choke interrupts you before you can ask him to clarify, as another orgasm knocks the wind out of you. His fingers are still, but continue to pulse against your g-spot as your pussy clenches. Sensing your confusion, he continues.

“Does it happen in the head of your clitorus,” his thumb swipes over it cheekily, making you yelp. “Or is it internal?” He presses against your g-spot with an exaggerated force. Kenjaku’s voice is slow and condescending as he explains, as if you’re a child. You’re still trembling through your orgasm, too overwhelmed to think, let alone answer. Miffed by your silence, he pulls your nipple with his free hand.

“External! Fuck!”

“Interesting,” he says to himself, and continues to toy with your nipple until your eyes water. Two fingers straddle your clit, not touching, and rub the entire area in slow circles. A loud gasp tears from deep in your lungs, your body unsure what to do with this development.

“No, you can’t be serious,” your voice warbles when a pinch to your clit chastises you. “Fuck, fuck–no!” You jerk against the restraints, and your hips try to run away from his touch. “Stop!”

“Tell me, was it worse the second time, or the same?” A muted whimper is your only reply. “Oh, don’t be like that. You’re fine. I have more methods to try, after all.”

Sukuna is sadistic & forces you through it: normally he doesn’t care if you cum, but the thought that it’s too much and overwhelms you very much appeals to him.

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How your Lord became privy to such information you’ll never know for certain, but you have an inkling of how it happened. You were a simple servant, tasked with trivial duties like laundry and sweeping in the courtesan’s quarters. You had sequestered a bottle of liquor to be shared with those you consider friends, and the four of you drunkenly giggled as you shared your racy experiences.

Apparently, one of your ‘friends’ is a fucking narc, or just an idiot with loose lips and no sense. Because a handful of days later, you’re being summoned by Sukuna himself, and find yourself propped on his lap.

The tongue is waterlike, curling and rolling between your thighs, leaving thick saliva in its wake. It doesn’t take long for your pussy to leak and for pathetic sounds to spill. Does he prefer silence? You fist your robes, unsure if you’re allowed to even touch Sukuna; you have no clue how you’re supposed to behave.

“I’m going to kill the fool that sent you to the servant’s quarters,” he says. One of your breasts stills from your robe, and he is quick to palm it with his massive hand, and more terrifyingly, pull your nipple. His other hand squeezes your pliant thigh, and another molds against your hip, thumb digging into your lower belly–clearly appreciating how soft you are.

Barely, you resist rolling your hips in tandem with his licking. Despite it all, the large slippery tongue feels unlike anything you’ve felt before. The roll of his tongue is passionate enough that it swipes at your ass as well, making you gasp and clench every time. The pleasant sensations bleed into discomfort as you get close–what you’ve feared ever since you came into his throne room–and you stiffen as you try to bear through it.

His tongue never stops its languid stroking, and despite your best effort, you thrash and twist in his hold, trying to escape the burn. A plea for him to stop bubbles at your lips. You have no choice but to take it, and after a few moments of unbearable rubbing on your clit, you sob as an orgasm is ripped from you. The tongue never stops. It laps wildly, trying to drink everything your body offers. Tears spill from your eyes, as the prickling in your clit spreads.

“That was fast,” he muses, lazily eyeing your quivering body. “I’ve never seen a whore cry because she got her cunt licked.” His tongue flicks your clit sharply, and he chuckles when you nearly topple over. “Sensitive?”

“Yes, my lord.” You tremble all over; the weight of his attention is enough to terrify.

“Good.” Suddenly, he lifts and positions you over his cock—the one furthest from his pelvis. Your heart drops to your ass. It’s humongous, surely, it will kill you! You don’t have time to fear, because he presses you down immediately. It pushes against your entrance for several moments, unable to slide in despite how lubricated you are with his saliva and your juices, but eventually, your hole succumbs to the pressure from Sukuna’s hold and it breeches you violently. The size of his cock knocks the wind out of you, and its twin grazes the your pussy. Your clit feels like it’s on fire.

“Cry for me, whore,” he lifts you up and drops you back down, the slap and your yelp echo through the throne room. “It’s all you’re good for.”

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sukunasteeth · 27 days

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Made by Ogariane She makes dreams come true <3

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #modern au #sukuna x reader #GOOD #GOD #blue collar sukuna turns me into jello #she even dirtied him up a bit T.T #thank you so much for your time #she put him in the tastiest pose #i wanna take the gloves off with my teeth #this is my new roman empire #commission ogariane when you want your dreams to come true #<3

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k0uk0 · 6 months

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People saying that tojikuna ship is made not for fluff but mainly for shits and giggles and fighting

Me, having a whole ass fluffy oneshot tojikuna up my ass:

#tojikuna #tjkn #toji fushiguro #sukuna ryomen #toji x sukuna #jjk #lmao sorry to ruin yall dreams im just here to live in spite of god and everyone around me

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joy-girl · 7 days

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So... Kenjaku was really out there banging a fragment of Sukuna reincarnated??? He's such a messy bitch who lives for drama 😂

#lmfaooo #😭😭😭#this is so funny for some reason #but also..#he's living our dreams #like all jjk villains lmao 😂#jjk #ryomen sukuna #kenjaku #jjk 257 #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jujutsu kaisen 257 #guya posts #guya reads jjk #sukuna #jjk manga #jjk unreleased

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fluetytooty · 2 months

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he’s so silly

sillykuna

#jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanart #procreate #procreate dreams #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jjk anime #jjk manga #jujutsu kaisen anime #jujutsu kaisen manga

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a-pastel-edgelord · 3 months

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The Woman in the Well

Sukuna's POV of the first time he meets you and later on, through Yuuji's eyes.

cw: vomiting, drowning, near death experience, corpses

word count 1.5k

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There’s something on the edge of his consciousness, like a sound or the suggestion of a sound sitting and waiting to be acknowledged. It’s not that he doesn’t want to look for it, it’s that he can’t. It’s too comfortable here in the warm darkness—floating in space. Who knew oblivion could be so nice…?

But if this oblivion… why can he feel his lungs inflating and then pouring out oxygen? Oblivion doesn’t have a heartbeat but he does. Something isn’t right. The wrongness of it wraps itself around his eyes. He jerks upwards, trying to yank whatever it is off—get off, get off, GET OFF—

Yuuji Itadori blinks and the world changes.

It’s bleak and wet. The mud beneath his feet squelches as he tries to push himself to his feet. He’s not as fast, not as strong as he knows he should be. That explains why he’s at the mercy of whatever that thing is.

It’s a curse, but it looks like a woman in a white kimono with impossibly long hair. He hunches over, water pouring out of his mouth. Fuck, the thing is trying to drown him. Its hair grabs him by the neck, cutting off his windpipe as water from nowhere fills his lungs.

Yuuji blinks.

He’s at the bottom of a hill looking up into the rain. Your face obscures his view. Your mouth is forming words again, urgently, quickly. You press on his torso and water spews from his mouth like a busted pipe. He vomits, but chokes as he heaves. He can’t catch his breath as water starts filling his mouth again. He’s going to die. He can’t breathe.

Then, he hears it again. That musical clinking of metal on metal. He looks up as you drive the point of the staff right through the curse’s head. You tuck your right hand close to your chest, in a clawed gesture then strike out as your fingertips glow from cursed energy. “Cursed Technique: Cleave.” The words echo in his mind even though he can’t see your face because he knows that technique. He knows it like he knows his own name.

The curse twists in on itself from the point of impact, like water draining from a basin, as it dissipates into the air. And he can breathe again as he screams through the bile and blood pouring out of his mouth. His lungs are burning, his stomach is bursting, and his eyes stream from the force of his heaving. The strength in his limbs fails as he tries to push himself up off his knees. He merely collapses into himself, shivering with such force that his teeth chatter together.

Yuuji blinks.

It’s the campfire again, but your face is clearer this time and he can hear your voice. The accent is strange and the dialect confusing—but he feels his body relax despite himself. He eats the food you offer, he can’t taste it, but he knows it’s good. He remembers it being good. You talk a lot, maybe a little too much, because he can guess your secret.

It’s well hidden, without hair and with some simple adornments that declare you to be of a religious sect no one would think twice. As long as you stay away from large cities or monasteries, your safety is practically guaranteed. There are few safer lone travellers than a monk on a pilgrimage. But, you’re not a travelling monk, nor a man.

Just a wandering sorcerer you say when he asks. But there’s a tension in your shoulders and face when you say it. Like you’re waiting for him to pass judgment. His verdict? You’re strong.

Wait.

How does he know all this again?

He blinks.

The edges of his vision are a little out of focus. It’s bright. Sunlight is dappled across the grass in a courtyard he knows he should recognize. There’s a breeze that sets leaves spinning. He can’t hear it rush through the trees. You’re standing a few meters away, in hakama and standing in the shade.

Your lips are moving, you wipe a hand over your brow. You wait for an answer. He can’t, but you receive one anyway because you nod looking sheepish. Your lips turn up into a laugh, but the furrowing of your brows give away your nerves. You don’t try to meet his eyes again but focus on the shakujō in your hands.

You wield it like a weapon, swinging it down with purpose and he hears it. The tinkling of metal on metal—the rings at the top of the staff clinking together in something adjacent to music. The sound that hovers on the edge of his mind—no not his, technically, because this isn’t his mind, is it?

It’s Sukuna’s, the King of Curses’ memories from when he was a normal human a thousand years ago. He shouldn't be here. He needs to leave.

Even as the world around him fades, it’s just you. Like an actor on a darkened stage with a spotlight, you perform. Drilling with the shakujō and the only sound that reaches his ears is the rhythmic ting—ting—ting—of those tin rings. Each blow punctuated by a sound that had long since been forgotten.

Sukuna blinks.

Your back is to him as you lead the way down a well travelled path. The urgency in your movements reflects your anxiety—your anger at the men who had hemmed and hawed at your advice bristles across your shoulders.

“They won’t stop merely because you requested it of them. Simple folk like traditional solutions. They’ve not the mind to do otherwise.”

His words only seem to increase the weight on your invisible yoke. These people will create another and another and another vengeful spirit from their own ignorance and refusal to dispatch with tradition. “Mayhaps we should leave ’em to their fated deaths then. They did bring it upon themselves. Should they not be made to reap what they sow?” He knows you do not truly mean your words.

“I am of the same mind.” He allows a smile, thinking of how the bloated bodies of men would hang from trees as demented decorations until the villagers left or sought aid. “It did birth a beautifully powerful vengeful cursed spirit. I would like to try to face a similar kind in the future…”

You sigh. “Twas no easy feat, Sukuna. If ye give another hundred years, I do think that another of its like shall appear.” You fix your eyes on the hard packed dirt of the road. “Indeed, ‘tis a wonder every lone town does not have its own.”

He hums, a deep sound that rumbles through his chest as he taps his chin in thought. “You seem disturbed.”

“Aye, ‘tis true I am.”

“Why? You know nothing of these people. They are not your kin.”

“In truth, they may not be kin in blood but in feeling.” You can’t look at him as you say it. He studies your features. Looking for something in your posture or expression, he finds it in the twist of your mouth.

“You have sympathies? Who is deserving of it?”

“Those who drowned for no fault of their own, my friend.”

Your words wash over him, the suggestion of them is unpleasant to consider.

Not for the first time, he feels his skin burn hot and blood freeze all at once. Life had been as unusually cruel to you as it was to him. He is disposed to say perhaps your path to this moment had been steeper if only for the reason that you are not a man, but merely charade as one. It is fortuitous your ruse has not been picked apart by other sorcerers, for they would have hounded for your blood if they knew. Maybe even sentenced you to death in a similar fashion as the victims of superstition. Being from a remote village in the north did little to ingratiate you to the elders of Jujutsu society. Being uncommonly powerful lessened such a burden—but gods forbid anyone find the truth. The clandestine nature of it is sealed into the depths of his heart. He would not reveal it, not even if you asked him to.

“Do you mean to say you were in danger of such a thing?”

“T’was no one like me in the village. Only the threat of myself becomin’ a cursed spirit in revenge that saved my hide.”

Bile rises in his throat, sending an acrid taste to his mouth. It would be a ridiculous thing to voice his dissatisfaction with it. You know how he feels about most humans already. A waste of space and air, most of them. He's voiced this opinion often.

You don't agree. He can see it in the way you speak to others who you could make grovel at your feet like the worms they are. You smile at women with children. You show deference to the elderly. You look every man in the eye and match him word for word. Despite your isolation from Jujutsu society, or maybe in spite of it, you love the common people. Those of your power and station would consider them mere insects.

But there is no one of your station and power—Sukuna is sure of it. You are the strongest and Sukuna follows you for that reason alone.

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#jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #the ancient dream #jjk fanfic #tw violent imagery #cw violence #sukuna x reader #jjk angst

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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help im getting emotional over satoru gojo again

#may or may not be crying #thinking about him and his found family #thinking about how he views his time with suguru as the blue spring of his life #a place he cant return to — only in dreams…#but he can regain that sense of happiness even now and i think that’s something he might not realize #because he’s silly and stupid and he doesn’t understand how loved he is #by his students and by shoko and by yaga and by everyone he’s helped and saved #he’s soooo loved and the idea of him feeling that love through his precious students — feeling even a smidge of that blue spring again…#it just gets to me :((((( your life isn’t over gojo!! the blue spring you miss is still right in front of you!!!!!!!#the shinjuku fight will always be so special to me… all of them slapping his back while he puts his infinity down and grins happily #wanting to show off in front of those beloved students when he fights sukuna….#sobbing crying throwing up he loves them so much he cherishes them he wants them to be happy he wants them to be proud of him :((((((#the papa of all time. the only Father ever #canon gojo will always be my favorite at the end of the day. no fandom variant comes even close to being Him u just cant copy that ……#feeling very sniffly tonight :(( very vulnerable trying to avoid leaks and worrying abt what’ll happen #ari noises ✩

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wasabi-gumdrop · 1 year

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wild west theme sukuna for moonlight on the river by evenbetter on ao3

#sukuna #sukuna ryomen #moonlight on the river #this fic is the cinematic cowboy universe of my dreams #when i tell you i’ve cried to this fic so many times while listening to orville peck lmao PATHETIC #eve is the only person on this wretched earth who’s allowed to hurt my feelings #sukufushi #sukufushi fic #skfs #jjk #wasabi doodles

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preeningpisces · 24 days

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JJK Men & Their Love Languages

I’m of the belief everyone feels/gives love with all 5, but I'm picking their top ones for giving & receiving.

Includes: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Nanami and Toji

Let me know your thoughts 🩷

Below the cut! Pure fluff

Choso

Giving: Acts of Service

♡ Choso is fiercly protective and doting, it only makes sense that his way of expressing affection is doing everything he can to make your life better. Being loved by Choso is becoming a bit of a princess LOL he will offer to do just about everything for you. Oh, you forgot your phone in the other room? Sit back down he'll get it. You need to carry in groceries? Don't worry about it, he'll bring them all in and put them away. He feels the need to take care of the people he loves

Receiving: Physical Touch

♡ His body is brand new! Like Gojo he's touch-starved, but because it's all new to him it amazes him that you choose to be with him. Not just in the sexual way, but simply the act of hugging him, or playing with his hair makes him feel loved and cherished. Grounds him in his body. He can’t separate physical from emotional, sees them as one in the same when it comes to love & intimacy

Geto

Giving: Quality Time

♡ Making an effort to seek you out and spend time with you is a sign he’s into you, because he really enjoys his alone time! Love from him is taking time/effort to plan dates/hang outs, prioritizing you & not making you feel like you’re just getting his leftover time. It shows his attentiveness, that he knows what you enjoy doing. He isn’t the type that invites you over & just plays video games the whole time—he always has something in mind that you’ll both enjoy, even if it’s as simple as watching a show together. Or just something you enjoy! As long as it makes you happy

Receiving: Gift Giving

♡ I think this one might come as a shock but hear me out. Gifts don't have to be bought, they can be as simple as seeing a cool rock and giving it to your partner. For Geto the reminder that you're thinking about him when he's not around, and that you know what he likes makes him feel loved. Honestly, non-material things are usually more his speed. Sending song recs, funny memes, sending updates about your day, facts you think he'll find cool, etc. He’s very considerate & observant of the ppl he loves, having it reciprocated means a lot to him

Gojo

Giving: Physical Touch

♡ Physical touch doesn’t equal sex. For Gojo, being in love means being vulnerable, and allowing himself to turn off limitless. Because he has so much space between him and the world, he’s pretty touch-starved, and is almost clingy with you. Always wants a hand or arm around you, cuddling, etc. Gojo is kind of emotionally constipated, so he's better at expressing affection physically than verbally. Childish in the way he likes to pester you affectionately, like poking or pinching you. Prepare for bear hugs where he squeezes the shit out of you

Receiving: Quality Tme

♡ Gojo is a living legend, it's almost like the name Satoru Gojo doesn't even refer to him as a person anymore--just the Strongest. Because of this, Gojo feels loved when you see him for him, and want to spend time with him because you like him for just being Satoru. Inviting him over to watch a movie, or hell, just play on your phones in each others presence makes him feel wanted. It’s his presence you want, not his name

Nanami

Giving: Gift giving

♡ You know he fucks w/ you if he’s spending his $$ on you. He shows his love quietly, and through his actions. Love from him is picking up your favorite pastry when he gets bread for himself, buying the shirt you pointed out in the window shop & surprising you with it; he doesn’t make a show of giving it to you, instead he’ll just leave it folded where you can find it. Secretly enjoys when you make a big deal about it tho. It shows he always has you on his mind, and pays attention to the things you like. He just likes to see you happy and smiling!

Receiving: Acts Of Service

♡ Nanami is the type to bear others’ burdens. We hear him say things like ‘leave it to me,’ ‘I’ll take care of it,’ etc. Someone who wants to take care of him makes his heart leap. Someone who is concerned about his wellbeing, and checks up on him. Someone who will offload some of his stress simply because they care, and aren’t looking for something in return. Knowing what he needs and how to help him without needing to be asked

Toji:

Giving: Acts of Service

♡ I’ve touched on this before but Toji takes care of you when he’s in love. Very passively, similar to Nanami, but I think he gets more embarrassed if you make a big deal of it. He’s the type to go put gas in your car for you, or wake up early to scrape the ice off your windows & shovel the driveway so you aren’t late for work.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

♡ Toji was raised to believe he’s trash & not good enough, I think hearing encouragement & being appreciated verbally means a lot to him. Telling him you need and want him makes him feel loved. Not necessarily sappy things, more of appreciative commentary/observations if that makes sense—things that are grounded in reality. Saying he’s the moon to your stars or something isn’t going to mean shit to him. But telling him you couldn’t have done X without him? That’s what makes him feel loved. Lowkey has low self-esteem, pls tell this man he's means the world to you :(

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