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delzinrowe · 2 days

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WORD COUNT: ~1.4K WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol, idk. F!Reader

Bartender!Takuma Ino has been rotting my brain so here's a little something.

Bartender!Takuma, who is one of three bartenders in a local pub. He’s known for his mixing skills and his moves, constantly getting the highest tips due to his level of wit, skill and his handsome face.

Bartender!Takuma who always has a keen eye for guests and listens attentively when he notices someone with worries. He has a special drink for each occasion that he gives a concerned guest. For a broken heart he has a soft pastel blue coloured sweet cocktail meant to heal. For financial trouble he has a clear drink with green syrup that brings fortune. For family struggles he has a pink cocktail, supposed to lift all the worries and help rekindle.

Bartender!Takuma who gets in trouble with his boss for giving out those cocktails for free (one per guest though) but always gets off the hook cause he brings the most business into the pub and is well liked by all locals.

Bartender!Takuma whose eyes are immediately on you when he sees you walk in. He doesn’t say a word about it but he notices the tear stains on your cheeks, the chapped lips from biting them nervously, the unfocused gaze in your eyes. He’s immediately in front of you when you sit down at the bar, ready to take your order.

Bartender!Takuma who mixes you a special and unique sweet cocktail after you tell him you don’t have the mind to choose from a long list of drinks. He serves you the cocktail with a reassuring smile.

Bartender!Takuma who is known as the one to always make a show but tonight he didn’t perform a single move because all his attention is on you. He keeps coming back to you and asks you if everything is okay, but he never comes across as pressuring or pushing.

Bartender!Takuma who doesn’t give you advice because he knows advice from someone else might come from a good place but mostly falls on deaf ears until the person actually learns the lesson on their own, so he settles for listening to you instead.

Bartender!Takuma whose shift ended half an hour ago, yet he still stands behind the bar, talking to you about mindless stuff until you cheer up a little more because he can’t leave without seeing you smile.

Bartender!Takuma who asks if he should call you a taxi or bring you home himself when you tell him it’s time to go but he knows you’ve had a few drinks. You reassure him that your friend will pick you up and you won’t drive yourself, which has him visibly relieved.

Bartender!Takuma who watches you leave with the sour taste of regret in his mouth that he didn’t ask you for your number or at least gave you his. But he knows it would be unprofessional, and despite everything you (and other locals) share with the bartenders you’re still all just paying customers.

Bartender!Takuma who leaves that day with the least tips he ever got because most of his attention was on you but he really doesn’t care about that because as long as he made you smile it was all worth it.

Bartender!Takuma who spends his shifts during the next few days watching the door almost obsessively in hopes to see you walk in again but he’s disappointed every time it’s someone else. He’s waiting to see you again.

Bartender!Takuma who always gives up on seeing you again and tries to forget you by doing his job extra well, performing different bartending moves and throwing bottles and glasses in the air, effortlessly catching them all and putting on a show for all the guests. He’s so immersed in the show that he only notices the wave of new customers when he approaches them from behind the bar.

Bartender!Takuma who is absolutely elated and immediately has a bright smile on his face when he realizes you are among the wave of customers. He does his best to cater to everyone’s wishes but his attention is still mostly on you as he asks you about stuff related to your first night in the bar. It makes you blush that he remembers even small details.

Bartender!Takuma who doesn’t seem to notice the glances your friends give you whenever he performs a trick just for you. He still performs for other guests too but it’s obvious that he’s putting much more effort into the moves he makes for you.

Bartender!Takuma who slowly but surely gets to know you more, your full name and zodiac, as you tell him happily, your profession, your worries, your hobbies, your likes and dislikes. He’s happy you’re talking to him so much and he’s opening up to you just the same.

Bartender!Takuma who once again forgot to ask you for your number when you leave but it’s okay because he has the strong impression that you’ll visit the pub again, and he hopes it’s because of him.

Bartender!Takuma who is smiling like a little kid on Christmas when he sees you again because he was right that you’d come back. His two colleagues are happy you’re back too because if they had to listen to him talk about you any more they would have punched him.

Bartender!Takuma who builds a solid friendship with you over the course of weeks. You don’t know it but his colleagues tell him when you come in on his days off and how your happy smile always falters when they tell you he’s not working. His heart always skips a beat when he thinks about it

Bartender!Takuma who gladly caters to all your wishes in everything cocktail-wise and always knows which moves to make to get you to laugh. Everytime he succeeds his heart makes a little jump.

Bartender!Takuma who gets urged by his colleagues to finally make a move and ask you out because now that you frequent the pub they have seen many guys looking at you. He gets visibly upset when they tell him that men have bought you drinks on his day off.

Bartender!Takuma who is immediately irritated when a guy on the other side of the bar buys you a drink and tells him to give you a message. But it’s his job, so he has to do it. Instead of making the drink and giving it to you right away however, he asks you if you want to accept it.

Bartender!Takuma who smiles a little too happily when you ask him if it’s impolite to reject the drink from the guy. He reassures you that it’s not impolite and takes care of the guy, in a more or less polite manner because he’d like to keep his job.

Bartender!Takuma who scowls the immediate moment a stranger approaches you and asks if they can buy you a drink. It’s different when someone is standing right next to you, so he knows you’re likely to accept just so you don’t anger the stranger. He takes the stranger's order, internally rolling his eyes at the bitter drink he ordered for you because he knows you don’t like bitter cocktails.

Bartender!Takuma who nonetheless mixes the drink and even performs some of his skilled moves to get you to look at him. When he serves the drink he accidentally spills it, making sure it stains the stranger’s pants. Of course he apologizes, but only you know that it’s a half assed apology that he doesn’t mean

Bartender!Takuma who swears the entire pub can hear his heart leaping when you thank him for saving you with his little stunt. It’s the first time he’s actually blushing and you think it makes him look even more handsome.

Bartender!Takuma who finally has the guts to ask you if you want to go out with him after weeks of pining for you. He’s not as smooth when he asks you, almost a little clumsy with his words but unbeknownst to him you think it makes him seem even cuter.

Bartender!Takuma who can’t hide his relieved and happy smile when you agree on a date. He’s so happy he completely forgets to ask for your number or when you have time. When you leave he wants to kick himself because how can he take you out on a date if he doesn’t even have your number.

Bartender!Takuma who almost breaks out in a happy dance when one of his colleagues hands him the napkin you purposely left behind with your number on it. He’s so happy he seems to be floating and beaming, brighter than the sun itself. All because he’s soon taking you out on the best date you ever had.

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geniewithnolamp · 2 days

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If Sukuna has double of everything, then does that also mean he has two dingdings? (❀╹◡╹)

#jjk brainrot #just girly thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk thoughts #ryomen sukuna #sukuna

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velvetcrimsonkisses · 20 days

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TWIN

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN....

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk fanart #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #kamo choso #jjk choso #jujustu kaisen #jjk brainrot

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nickgoesinsane · 6 months

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Being Sukuna’s vessel and he stands in front of any reflective surface to flirt with you whenever he’s in control.

He just turns your head this way and that to admire your face, tracing the curve of your jaw with a claw tipped finger. He grins broadly once he’s done, stepping back to look down at your shared body. “Don’t you look delicious?” Sukuna purrs in delight, now entranced with the way his tattoos look on your skin.

“Fight now, flirt later.” You remind him, momentarily regaining control of your vocal cords.

Sukuna sighs like complying is a chore, turning to the trembling curse before you, “You owe me.”

“Sure.”

#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ nick writes !#jjk brainrot #dom reader #top reader #sub character #sub ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #vessel reader

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gothgurltitties · 26 days

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JJK guys when you go out pt.1

Incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna

Warnings: suggestive (heavily on Geto)

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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jealous, possessive lawyer!nanami and his super pretty, plus size assistant. Who’s always strutting around in adorable and sometimes revealing outfits, always getting hit on by his rich, sleazy clients and the plethora of other suitors that drop off flowers and gifts throughout the week. You’re completely oblivious the power you hold or that you’re attracting all this attention. That is until your boss calls you into his office at the end of the week to give you a bonus��and to make you come until you can barely even stand! Hiking your leg on the edge of his desk as he falls to his knees and takes your panties along with him..licking and lapping every crevice of your plump little pussy until you’re scratching on the wood and clawing at his hair. Too bad he only responds by slapping your thick ass and tells you to keep riding his face until he says stop. Or making you climb on top of him; sitting back down in his swivel chair and stroking that cock to the sight of your pretty titties spilling out of your new dress. It’s way too inappropriate for work wear but he doesn’t mind. So as long as he’s the one ripping it off of you. Truthfully, it’s what you get for keeping him so aroused all week..and blindly doing so at that. But he’ll be certain to vent all his frustrations in the way of bouncing you up and down as the room fills with your loud screams and the creaking of the chair. Not to worry, he’ll just lift you mid air and keep thrusting until his nut is made home inside of that tight pussy. And when you ask if you’re too heavy, clawing up his back in the process, he’ll only laugh and tell you:

“Sweet girl, I’m more than capable of handling you. I’m the only man who can..the only one you’ll ever need.”

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justrustandstardust · 1 month

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how can people say stsg isn’t canon when actual official art shows gojo about to gleefully slap geto’s cheeks so hard he sends him flying into space

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corollaservant · 2 months

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My Love, Mine All Mine // 18+ mdni (soft sex)

you were laying on the bed; Suguru was on the couch, the afternoon breeze entering the bedroom with the windows open, curtains closed, the road under the apartment busy with loud speeding cars, rushing to go anywhere. various thoughts were on your mind when he entered the room.

sheets were covering your half naked body as he came lying next to you both facing the ceiling. he turned his head, eyes staring into you and without saying anything he started going through strands of your hair, his fingers lingered upon each touch as he continued softly caressing your cheecks, your chin, your collarbones, your chest. you turned to face him eyes still shut slowly breathing as his affectionate touch continued with him tracing your sides, your hips, your thighs and he stayed there drawing circles on them when you opened your eyes to look at him, "I.." you couldn't continue "what baby?" he inquires "its nothing" you say as you bring your body closer to his, faces inches apart, you look up to him and bring your mouth to kiss him very softly like the way he was touching you and he reciprocates, bringing back both hands to cup your face as he continues kissing and savouring your mouth.

"I wanted to say.. I love you" you mumble between short breaths. He smiles softly and pins your hands carefully above your head, his muscular frame rests lightly on top of you, eyes boring into you. "want to do this?" he asks and you nod. He kisses you gently moving to your exposed neck, nibbling a spot that makes you shiver and he moves his delicate fingers to remove the only thing you had on, your panties, somehow soaked by his previous affections, actions not wanting the fleshy contact but the need to draw his love for you, noble and gentle. Fingers are now touching your sensitive area tentatively, playing with your entrance smeared by your arousal as he stops and takes off his pants, his erection flushed and hitting against his stomach but he is in no rush, he wants to savor this, your sight reminds him of a painting- he can't remember which, maybe there isn't one like this; "I love you" he says before entering you, both gasping from the sudden pleasure of contact.

He stays there looking at you and starts to move slowly, leisurely as you adjust to him- he thrusts slightly and you mewl under him; hands cupping his face and going for his hair as he lets out a soft sigh, your hands are squeezing luscious black hair, now untied and falling on his shoulders framing his glistening face, he inches himself closer to your ear, the movement eliciting goosebumps on your thighs and arms as he smiles noticing "I love that" he hums, "I love you" he breathes out again as he picks up the pace, his yearning reflecting on each thrust, the friction and wetness of your intertwined bodies bringing you close to a euphoric state; and you are there, so inexplicably close that you shut your eyes and bring your lips to his, as you grab his hair with more force and come in small low whimpers, mouths inches apart, the knot in your stomach snapping and bliss taking over you. He looks at your flushed face, glimmering eyes and quivering mouth and releases almost simultaneously- kissing you between his own timid breaths as he empties himself inside you, whispering deliriously "you're so beautiful".

Still inside you he plants a kiss on your panting mouth then breathes out a "coffee?" as he takes a few strands off your face. "Sure" you smile while he gets up extending his hand to you, the sun behind the curtains slowly going down.

-♡

hc Suguru doesn't say "I love you too" thx and gn<3

#geto x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk brainrot #jjk geto #geto suguru #geto smut #geto x you #geto fluff #corollaservant

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holymarymotherofsmut · 1 month

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perhaps my most controversial jjk take is that higuruma hiromi would NOT be super muscular. or like, at all tbh.

i picture him as slim but maybe he has the beginnings of a little belly now that he’s older. too many nights eating takeout at the office, too many beers and whiskeys after losing yet another case.

he only had like a month between when he discovered his technique to when he met yuji in the culling game. he didn’t have time to train up, and he didn’t really need to, given how powerful his technique is.

i love all the fanart of him with washboard abs and cumgutters, but i desperately need more soft-body hiromi

#jjk #jjk brainrot #higuruma #higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #pls i want to kiss his soft little belly #i actually wish this for a few characters from various shows #but hiromi being big and ripped is the one that feels the most wrong to me #i also think he’s a short king but don’t tell the girlies writing him as 6’3

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koishiro · 9 days

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002 — 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 ��𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : kento nanami x afab!reader

“Mphm c’mon,, we have t’go darlin’”

,,Your fiancé tried to say but if the rough fingers curling into the fabric of your dress was anything to go by, it wasn’t you who was making it difficult.

He’s all "sweetheart, we have to go, they're waiting" while actively hooking his fingers through the gabs of your dress to pull you in closer. Your reaction is seized by his lips on yours once more.

Tugging you impossibly closer, you were forced to straddle him on the small couch. Now you understood why he was so adamant on buying this particular set not so long ago - it’s so small in fact, that it was increasingly difficult to not brush any kind of limb when sat next to each other which always led to Kento pulling you closer - an invitation almost.

Which led to where you were now. Originally on your way to an event of sorts - one held yearly by the higher ups as a way to mingle and combine resources but, like every other time, you were held down by familiar rough hands curling in on the fabric of your dress and your breath stolen by a pair of lips - stopping any protests from escaping (not that there were many to start with).

And then he has the audacity to warn you again while his teeth graze over your lower lip, capturing it without quite biting down-

“Sweetheart, we’re goin’ to be late”

You should really be used to this by now, as Kento always found a way to wrap you both up in the heat of the moment when you're supposed to be somewhere. Five minutes ago you were all excited for this event - taking any chance to dress up all pretty but now, it’s currently the last thing on your mind, pushed to the back and long forgotten - like the straps of your dress slowly falling from the slope of your shoulders, too lost in the quiet whispers shared between you both to notice - let alone care.

- “oh my god it’s like watching your parents making out - oh wait no - that’s exactly what this is”

Quickly pulling up the straps of your dress, kento sat up with you still nestled on his lap.

Of course every good thing had to come to an end, and unfortunately they’re usually brought in the form of Gojo - Yuji not too far behind.

“Not in front of the kids Nanamin~ have you no shame?”

With his large hands wrapped around his student’s eyes, Gojo continued to - well, be the over dramatic Gojo he was - crying out the lack of innocence left in the world, all the while stood in the threshold of your doorway.

With the sorcerers protests blurring into the background your attention was quickly brought back by a small nip to your ear, your fiancé’s cheeky expression mirrored by your own.

“Told you they were waiting didn’t I ?”

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strugglingbigtimw · 5 days

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“I will eat you slowly.”

Summary: Toji loves you a little too much. Genre: Yandere Toji x reader, dark fic, dead dove do not eat?

cw: Smut, facesitting, choking, lowkey extreme toxic masochism, descriptions of gore, mutilation, and cannibalism

a/n: the parasites in me told me to do it 🙃

Toji Fushiguro is greedy.

A man forced to fast will turn to gluttony at the first sight of a buffet.

That’s exactly how Toji feels about you.

You once jokingly called him a parasite. He wholeheartedly agrees.

It’s not enough for Toji to have your love, he needs to consume it. By that extension, he needs to consume you.

He technically knows that you contain the same organs as most people. Heart, liver, intestines, the usual. However, yours have always seemed more delectable.

He’s aware that gorging himself on you would lead to both of your demise. He can’t exactly replace you as easily as certain meals.

However, that doesn’t stop his appetizing ideas.

When he lays himself on your stomach, he resists the urge to sink his teeth into you. To feel your skin between his teeth, forcibly removing it from the muscles and tendons it kept safe. To lap on the blood that will pour out of you as he continues his assault. He wants to chew his way through those muscles until he reaches the delicate meat of your stomach. That is the real feast.

Still, if there’s anything Toji learned from you it was compromise.

Instead of getting the most savory experience by biting your fingers off, he’ll suck on them. However, the wedding ring he gave you, which adorns your hand when he acts on his impulses only intensifies this urge.

He’ll playfully bite your wrist, as a joke. Something small you can laugh at as compared to the scream of horror that would bubble in your throat if he knawed and sucked at the marrow beneath your flesh as he wanted to.

He loves to eat you out. Specifically, when you sit on his face. The feeling of your plush thighs occasionally squeezing the side of his head while he is overwhelmed by your scent, makes him dizzy.

He wants more. He needs more

He wants you to cave his skull in. To suffocate him so much that his neck breaks as he turns red from the lack of oxygen. If he can’t have that, he at least wants the imprint of your legs to leave dents in his head. When he walks around with you, he wants people to look at his disfigurement so they can know you caused it.

People have always told him his scar is his most interesting feature, so why not have more?

Additionally, Toji is fucking gross.

Some masochistic part of him shivers when he’s put back in his place. When you beat down him like he’s scum.

Old habits die hard.

He wants you to slap him hard enough to leave red hand prints. When you’re riding him, he wants you to choke him. His breathless squeals of “harder, fuck…Harder” as his blood rushes to his face and his eyes force themselves shut worry you. He hopes that when he wakes up the next morning, he’ll still have the phantom feel of you strangling him. After long nights of being intimate with you, he wants his whole body black and blue. He needs you to mark him. To taint him so much that he can’t go anywhere without him and everyone else knowing that he’s yours.

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delzinrowe · 18 days

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WORD COUNT: ~408 WARNINGS: Talks about pads. F!Reader!

Takuma Ino is a great boyfriend. He might not always be the smartest individual in the room, but he tries.

So you can’t really say you’re all that surprised when you asked him to bring you pads with wings and he ended up coming home with a pack of pads and two boxes with each 18 pieces of chicken wings.

“Babe, I asked you to get pads with wings.” You roll your eyes and all he can do is look at you baffled and confused. That’s what he got you, pads with wings.

“But I did. Here’s the pads and here’s some wings.”

“No, Takuma… pads with wings.” You repeat but he remained stupefied, unable to follow you when he had clearly done exactly as you asked him.

“But I did…” He starts once again, “I got you pads–”, he gestures to the pack of maxi pads (at least he got the right brand) before he gestures to the chicken wings “–with wings.”

He’s unbelievably adorable when he’s bewildered like this and you can’t help but let out a laugh. Much to his displeasure.

“I don’t know what else you want, I got you pads with wings.” You can hear it in his voice. He’s starting to get frustrated.

To diffuse the situation you take a step forward and reach for his hand. He lets you, because after all he’s in love with you, he wouldn’t refuse being close to you, not even when he’s irritated.

“Thank you for getting me pads– with wings.” You say, and honest to any deity out there you’re trying so hard to stifle your laughter.

When you kiss his lips he instantly melts against you, all his frustration gone as if it never existed. You appreciate his effort, you thanked him, you kissed him. He’s happy with himself, he did something right, even if he still doesn’t understand why you made such a big deal about it when everything was correct.

It’s only months later when he buys another pack of pads for you that he realizes what’s actually written on the lower part of the package. ’42 pads with wings’

But he doesn’t tell you that felt embarrassed as hell, he doesn’t tell you that he finally figured it out. Instead he keeps stopping at the chicken place and continues to bring you two boxes of chicken wings whenever you ask him for pads with wings.

Thus a tradition was born.

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paymechildsupport · 28 days

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Teacher!Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader // Teacher!Sukuna HC's <3

(THIS IS NOT STUDENT X TEACHER, READER IS NOT A STUDENT!)

Personally, I think it’s an actual crime there isn’t more teacher!sukuna content out there. I’ve only ever seen one fan art of it, and ever since I’ve been scrounging around on my hands and knees to find more

So m’ gonna just do it myself 🙏

-!! [AFAB + AMAB] READER (HC’s involving reader’s bodily autonomy have both a female and male vers. → brief smut drabble at the end) [everyone's in on this one👏]

-!! Reader is a rather powerful sorcerer

-!! CW: Slight possessiveness (mainly for the short smut at the end → overstimulation, dacryphilia, slight size kink(?), mention of double cocks for og form Sukuna)

-!! Veeeery slight nod to manga spoiler if you squint. If you don’t know it 99% certain you won’t pick up on it

-!! Sukuna being a bit of a softy for his SO

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Awhile (around a good few centuries) ago, Ryomen Sukuna came to the conclusion that no, this was in fact not the way he wanted to live his life. He decided to put everything behind him; the bloodshed, the death, the massacres, and cannibalisms— (okay maybe that stayed the same)— all the things that essentially made his staple as the King of Curses. He’s a changed curse, he swears it. Honestly? Human food? Not that bad. Kinda worth changing his world view for

With a changed work ethic, and a changed heart, Ryomen Sukuna made the conscious decision to become a teacher, — specifically a teacher in sorcery

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Ryomen Sukuna works at Jujutsu Tech,-- the infamous King of Curses, who predominantly spends most of his days helping ungrateful brats obtain the necessary skills to kill his kind

→”No, you thick-skinned brat, you’re doing it all wrong!”

“I’m sorry, Sukuna-sensei! I’m trying,--.. I really am! Could you maybe go over it one more time–”

“No! You’re going to die all alone as your friends are tortured mercilessly!”

“How could you say that…” 🥺

Following the fateful passing of Yuji Itadori’s grandpa, the poor kid awakened as a sorcerer with a rather nasty supply of cursed energy; a complete abnormality with an aura suspiciously like that of a certain Ryomen Sukuna…

→ “The little brat is not living with me”

“Awh, c’mon Sukuna-!! The kid’s a ticking time bomb to disaster, he needs help controlling his cursed energy, and who better to help than the amazing King of Curses himself!”

“Shut up, Satoru Gojo.”

“Ohoho~... looks like someone isn’t happy to become a single mother~~”

“What-!? Single moth– fool, you yourself are a single mother”

“...oh, yeah. Hehe… 😚”

“I hate it here…😒”

Now, with the additional burden of personally attending to Yuji Itadori, there was only one thing keeping Ryomen Sukuna from completely imploding:

You. His partner, his lover, his spouse, his anchor,-- the only source of light in his miserable, cursed life, – the sole person keeping him from reverting back to his old, murderous ways.

Meeting a few years back, the ancient curse could’ve sworn the world got a dozen shades lighter the second his eyes landed on your form in the Tokyo crowd. Where everyone was actively moving away from his looming, intimidating hulk of a body, you looked at him with eyes void of the fear reflected off so many others.

You approached him with interest, recognizing his unmistakable aura for that of the King of Curses, – and, to his utmost shock, – you proceeded to have a perfectly normal, civilized conversation with him. Never once did you look at him like you would a monster. Every time he’d get lost in those eyes of yours, never once did he find anything short of pure love and affection. It was sickeningly sweet.

There on a mission, you introduced yourself as a fellow Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Ryomen Sukuna could’ve sworn he’d heard your name before: rather infamous with the higher-ups, you were a well-respected sorcerer. That only aided to his immense confusion: why would a sorcerer of such high esteem and all around regard even remotely think talking to him, the King of Curses, was a good idea?

Absolutely flabbergasted and entranced from your first encounter, Ryomen Sukuna was practically completely at your mercy. It took very little for you to simply haul him over your shoulder and take him wherever; he’d soon become akin to a lost puppy with you.

Ryomen Sukuna is absolutely down-horrendous with his emotions. Hah, communication? Never heard of her.

He’s never felt this deep for anyone before, and it terrifies him to no end. You terrify him to no end,-- the amount of power you have over him could be almost comical.

At the start, he flat out avoided you altogether. Anytime he’d see you on campus he’d immediately start in the opposite direction. Anytime you’d attempt to strike up a conversation something would come up,-- he’d have to go somewhere, or the brats had gotten themselves in trouble again. And when Satoru Gojo found out about his little “crush”... oh boy, the teasing was lethal.

It wasn’t long before he craved your touch, and Ryomen Sukuna started to enter withdrawal from your presence. You were brutal, the poison continuously being pumped into his veins, – which was extra ironic, considering he was after all the King of Poisons, – how the actual hell did he end up in such a position? What have you done to him?

Man, he was cooked.

With a lot of time, and a heck of a lot of patience, did the curse finally allow himself to reveal more of himself to you.

It’s never been easy, – even after you two were married did Ryomen Sukuna still suck absolute ass at communicating his wants.

He craved your attention, your gaze, your approval. You were the drug that he simply couldn’t get enough of.

He’s not good with words, – in the past everything was just handed to him, – he had no clue how to actually work for someone’s affection.

Please be patient with him, – he’s trying, he really is 🥺. No matter how much he denies it, no matter how much he complains he hates being dependent on someone, no matter how much he claims how meaningless love is, you both know deep down these feelings of deep admiration and affection aren’t one sided. Sometimes, that fact alone can get you through even his most frustrating of times. He pushes you away because he feels guilty, but almost immediately does he regret his actions and desire your presence more than anything. The things you do to him

He lost his original form centuries ago, abandoning it after his near fatal confrontation with the sorcerers of the Heian Era. Gravely wounded, he absolved to staying hidden, laying low in the shadows. Sometimes he wished he still had that form, – still had his four arms, his two faces– he felt stronger, prettier in that body. Despite how much you told him how beautiful his current, two-armed form was, he wonders if you would’ve liked his original form– what it could do, how it could please your body. (But most of all he missed his two massive cocks to shove deep inside you–)

Ryomen Sukuna is very insecure about his image as the feared “King of Curses”. He’d be seen as weak, like he’d gone soft, – if anyone found out about you. That did little to deter you from showering him with your affections though <3 Even if he struggled to receive such affections–:

“What the actual hell do you think you’re doing–”

“What? Am I not allowed to visit my darling husband at his job?”

“No- ..! Who exactly do you think you are, you can’t just waltz into wherever to embarrass me–” You were in an empty classroom in what would be the normal time for lunch. The students would be out eating, so it was only you and him.

“Is that really all you think I do? Embarrass you?” You fought to conceal the pained expression threatening to bubble up to the surface.

“Yes! Do you know what they’ll think of me if they see me with you? He snaps angrily

“Are you.. Ashamed of me?” You blink

“What-? No, of course not” His face contorts into a scowl

“Then why can’t people see me with you?!”

“That’s not what I meant–” He hisses

“Yeah?” you retort, “then, what did you mean by that?”

“I–....” Ryomen Sukuna only ever seems to find himself short of words with you

Nodding curtly, “I’ll take my leave then” you make your way to the door

“Wait-” you pause, he hated seeing you upset. It made him feel hopeless, it made him feel weak. “tsk, nevermind. Leave then”

Huffing, you step out the door. Your second foot never even leaves the threshold before you’re lifted up by a pair of strong arms.

“Gah-! Ryomen– what the hell?!”

“Shut up.” the curse growls, placing you down on the nearest desk with a surprising gentleness, “just shut up.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck

You smile, accustomed to his brazenness, knowing this was him succumbing to his own affections for you.

“I’ll be quieter next time.”

“Mmm… don’t be”

“Oh?” you quirk an eyebrow, “are you no longer embarrassed of being seen with me?”

“No,” he grumbles, “if any pathetic worm dares to utter something against me, I’ll cleave their head off”

Chuckling, “charming”

“I’ll do it for you too” that part he whispers, so low you almost miss it. Almost.

“Awh, you’d slaughter anyone putting dirt on my name? And they say romance is dead 🥰”

“Shut the hell up.”

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Sukuna Ryomen would have a special ringer set for you in his phone so whenever you’d text him he’d know it was you

He never responds to anyone’s texts,-- anyone’s that’s not yours.

The second he hears that notification that man is immediately scrolling. It took him years to figure out how to work a telephone,-- and he still kinda sucks at it. So it takes him a while to respond, – he’s just a slow typer :)

He’ll be in the middle of sparring with Yuji for his training when he’ll hear your notification and swiftly whip out his phone, – still in the middle of fighting. Poor Yuji will still be sweating his ass off trying his very diddly darn hardest to land a singular punch and he won't even glance up from his phone 😭

It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, – the guy could be in the middle of fighting a Special Grade and he’d start texting you about what he wants for dinner while simultaneously throwing slashes 😟

Not big on PDA, – but alone? Man, you can’t get the bastard off you, – blud’s clingier than a kitten 😭he just really likes being nice and snuggled up in your arms

Alone, will often call you, – regardless of gender, – doll, (whore), sweetheart (if you’re not being a pain in the ass), – possessive lil’ shit and likes to add ‘my’ in front of any pet name, just to enforce the fact that you’re his.

Calls you karasu –(Japanese word for raven)

Sukuna Ryomen is incredibly picky with what he eats, (unless it’s your ass–) – he needs his meals done in a very specific way, otherwise he’s just not eating. It needs to be your meals too. If bro forgets to bring lunch or you don’t have time to make one for him he just starves. He’s an absolute menace when hangry– super grumpy. None of the students can stand him hungry, – and he refuses to defile his delicate palette with fast food of all horrible things

You got some of those cute cookie cutters for sandwiches and gave him little star sandwiches one day for his lunch. Mans was over the fucking moon. His ass refuses to ever eat another sandwich again unless its cut into cute lil’ shapes 🤏🥺

Be careful if you ever decide to visit him at work after a certain amount of times, cuz he will make you useful: using you as a sparring partner, giving you chores, making an example out of you to the other students.

You’re strong enough to hold your own against the King of Curses in a quick spar, – which really only means you won’t get immediately eviscerated upon throwing hands.

You’re strong, but nowhere near as strong as Ryomen Sukuna.

He’d only give you a cocky smirk, telling you to hurry up and lock in. You stare at the expecting faces of Megumi, Nobara and Yuji – who you naturally have grown a rather close bond to, being around each other so often. He gives you a reassuring thumbs up, smiling with an expectant glamor. You gulp, glancing back at your husband who has the most shit-eating grin on his face. Oh, you were cooked.

You manage to successfully dodge at least two strong attacks before being thrown onto your ass, the wind knocked out of you. Huffing, you scramble up, irritation giving you newfound determination. The King only raises an eyebrow at you.

You explode into a sprint, dashing up behind him, seemingly catching him off-guard. You lean in real close to his ear, whispering in a sultry tone:

“Your shoelace is untied”

“What, I’m not even wearing shoelaces–” and he gets thrown into the nearest tree, snapping it in half.

“Hahah!!”

“No way, Sukuna just got his ass handed to him!” Nobara exclaims, grinning

“That was so cool!” gushes Yuji, sending a wave of pride flowing through you at his excitement.

It is short lived, as your husband comes up behind you, glaring with a burning passion in his eyes.

“You totally beat him up, you sent him flying–” Megumi slaps a hand to Yuji’s mouth, his rambling getting choked off with a “mmph-!”

His smile is laced with dynamite as Sukuna dismisses the students early. Confused, but mostly relieved, the trio scurry away, Nobara and Yuji shouting cheery goodbyes over their shoulders.

Only you were close enough to see the raging lust in the King of Curse’s many eyes. His gaze rakes over your body, tensed in a fight or flight state, predatory. You swallow, hard, chuckling nervously, “Heheheh…”

Oh man, you were so horribly, undoubtedly cooked.

(short smut begins below line)

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[AFAB vers.]

Sukuna is brutal, hips smashing against yours, large hands gripping so hard large bruises start to form on your hips. You cry out, sobbing, pleading with him to slow the fuck down. Sukuna only clicks his tongue, condescension dripping from his tone,

“Where’s all that confidence and strength from before, eh?”

“h..*hic*..huh-?”

“Tsk,” he grunts, slamming himself particularly hard into your leaking heat, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain

“S..sukuna-!! P- *hic* please..-! I-..I can’t— I can’t– OHH~” You keel over, knees giving in from underneath you. You stay pressed firmly against the teacher’s desk– his desk– in his empty classroom, – only being held by Sukuna’s deadly grip. “I-It *hic*.. It– HURTS..- *hic*”

“You can,... and. you. will.” he punctuates each syllable with another unforgivable thrust, “You seemed confident enough you.. *pant* take me in a..- *pant* .. in a fight– fuck–” Warm cum swells, coating your insides white.

Your eyes roll violently to the back of your head, thighs squeezing desperately against him, instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s got, – despite the excess cum already spilling from your abused hole, kept in only by Sukuna’s massive cock. Was this the fourth or the fifth time..?

You lost count ages ago, numbers losing all sense of value along with everything else in your head, Sukuna absolutely fucking your goddamn brains out. Dumbed by his cock, you could only limply gaze dreamily through lidded eyes, a look of pure bliss on your face.

Sukuna grins down at your fucked out face, admiring you as his masterpiece. You looked so pretty impaled on his cock. Pulling your head back by your hair, he smashes his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. You truly were the best thing to come of his long, cursed life.

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[AMAB vers.]

Sukuna is cruel, hips smashing against your ass, large hands gripping so hard large bruises start to form on your hips. He fucks you, bent over the desk, – his desk, in his empty classroom,-- and shaking like a pathetic mutt. You cry out, sobbing, pleading with him to slow the fuck down. Sukuna only clicks his tongue, condescension dripping from his tone,

“Where’s all that confidence and strength from before, eh?”

“h..*hic*..huh-?”

“Tsk,” he grunts, large hand closing around your swollen, throbbing cock. Your eyes widen in horror as he begins to jerk you off at a grueling pace, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain

“S..sukuna-!! P- *hic* please..-! I-..I can’t— I can’t– OHH~” You keel over, knees giving in from underneath you. You stay pressed firmly against the desk only held by Sukuna’s torso. “I-It *hic*.. It– HURTS..- *hic*”

“You can,... and. you. will.” He punctuates each syllable with another unforgivable thrust, syncing with a violent pump to your cock, limpand emptied out. “You seemed confident enough you.. *pant* take me in a..- *pant* .. in a fight– fuck–” Warm cum swells, coating your insides white.

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Sukuna brain-rot goes hard-!! He's such a goofy lil' guy, I love him :3

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